Paradise Island When Marius and his friends on the wrestlin..

Paradise Island When Marius and his friends on the wrestling team graduated from college they thought they would go their separate ways and never see each other again. This disappointed the four muscular jocks. During school they form an inseparable bond as jocks and frat brothers. Upon graduating Marius would take control of his huge inheritance that his grandfather had left him and would be too busy to enjoy the carefree lifestyle he had grown to love. No more party filled nights, a different sexual conquest of a sexy co-Ed. An adult life awaits him and his friends. On graduation day, however, Marius’ uncle and custodian of his trust fund,Javier, surprised him by announcing that he is sending the friends on a two week, all paid vacation on an exclusive island resort in the Mediterranean. The friends were overjoyed. The next day the four athletic friends boarded Javier’s private jet for the island. It was their last big adventure together. Javier sit in one of the comfortable jet seats watching the four friends laugh and joke about all the women they were going to fuck on the island. The older man couldn’t help but admire their youthful energy and comradity with each other. The four younger men were all handsome with strong, muscular bodies. Javier was glad that Dr. Stone allowed him to accompany his nephew on the boys’ final trip. Javier looked over at Carlos, the dark skin adonis, with the sexy full lips. The sleeves of the peppy pale blue polo shirt were stretched to its limits over the massive tattooed biceps. Carlos spread his legs as he set back laughing with the other boys. The white shorts were stretched over the massive thighs, while their whiteness contested beautifully with the flawless dark skin. Javier couldn’t help but stare at the tight crotch, and wonder what the wrestling star’s cock and virgin hole would taste like. Carlos already had a job lined up with a prestigious law firm the week after he returned from the island vacation. Man, I can’t wait to fuck some hot real Italian beauties,” Javier’s attention turned to Travis. The boy laughed as squeezed his bulging crotch through his khakis shorts. Travis walked past Javier with a drink in hand. Javier looked up and scanned his eyes up the muscle packed body. The shorts were tight over the well developed, defined quads. Tattooed stripes circled Travis’ left massive thighs and calves. Javier fantasizes how those powerful legs would look in the air. The khaki shorts hugged a large muscular ass, but the long linen shirt blocked how magnificent it truly was. The fine linen shirt was left half unbuttoned to reveal Travis’s large oversized pecs. Javier doubted that Travis could even button the shirt all the way up over the massive slabs of meat. Just the thought of the younger man’s large pecs and meaty nipples made the mob boss’s mouth water. Despite Travis boasting about his planned conquests, he was engaged to be married in less than a month, and had a job lined up at high reputable brokerage firm. Scott, the 5’6 blonde muscle adonis, stood up from the seat beside Javier and high-fived Travis. Javier was able to steal a glance of Scott’s perfect bubble ass as he stood up. The designer white jeans hugged the muscle boy’s powerful, yet short legs, and plump muscular ass. What Scott lacks in height he made up for in muscles. Scott’s thick arms were a golden tan and stretched the short sleeves of the green father son brand button up shirt. Javier heard the guys earlier joking behind Scott’s back about how small his cock was. One look at the boy’s huge muscles and you can tell he had spent most of his life trying to overcompensate for his inadequacies. With those huge muscles and oversized ass of his, it is obvious that Scott would be a natural bottom. Scott’s family was politically connected and his father already had desires on his youngest son going into politics. Those boys had such bright futures ahead of them, that Javier almost felt sorry for his part in ruining their futures. Lastly there was Marius, Javier’s nephew. The sexy stud took after his uncle in the fashion sense. He wore a tight fitted plaid pattern pair of pants that showed off his thick thighs and his full packed crotch. The satin shirt was halfway unbuttoned to show off his beautiful olive skin and well developed pecs. Several gold chains hung around his thick neck and between the tight valley of his lightly hair pecs. He wore a tightly trimmed goatee around his full pouty lips. It was obvious from his cocky demeanor that he was the ringleader of the group. Despite his youth, Marius was the only real threat to Javier control of the crime family. Dr. Stone had turned most of the mob’s handsome goons and hitchmen but several of the older family bosses weren't approving of Javier’s new lifestyle. They look upon Marius as a possible alternative. Javier knew that Marius must go and his master had just the plan. Xavier Pompeii stood by the private runway on the island waiting for the latest arrivals to disembark from the jet. He wore one of his all white suits as usuals, and adjusted his tie. Xavier was informed by Dr. Stone, that he had some very special items he sure would be of great addition to the island’s staff. He knew the doctor very well as a member of the cartel board and therefore one of his employers. Over the years, Xavier had developed great respect for Dr. Stone. When he saw the men exiting the jet and made their way down the steps, Xavier was very impressed. The younger men would do very nicely at the resort. “Welcome to Paradise Island, gentlemen,” Xavier held out his hand to greet the men. Javier was the first to extend his hand to take Xavier’s, “thank you. I hope everything is ready for us.” Javier turned his head briefly as he heard Scott and Carlos snerking and shot them a look to be quiet. “Yes, we have three villas are ready, one with a deluxe king for you, Mr. Javier and two two beds villas for your guests. You and your friends have free access to all the beaches and amenities,” Xavier stepped aside and motioned for Javier and the younger men toward the waiting Jeeps. As the younger men passed and climbed into the topless Jeeps, Xavier looked approvingly at each muscular jock. “Yes, they would do nicely,” he whispered to himself. Later at night, Marius, Scott, and Carlos were outside in the courtyard of their villas seated by a bonfire, smoking expensive Cuban cigars and fine sweet wine, when Travis joined them. “Dudes, what with this place? There is not a single woman on the whole damn island, just old men,” Travis proclaimed. “We know! I already asked Javier when we can leave, he made some excuse that the jet needs some repairs,” Marius took a drink of the wine. “And What is it with that Xavier dude, with his white suit. I thought we were on fantasy island,” Carlos laughed and puffed on the cigar. “The plane, the plane,” Scott added, causing the others to laugh louder. “At least the liquor and cigars are good,” Marius puffed on his cigar and raised his glass. As they continued to smoke their cigars and alcohol they grew milder and sleepy. They were barely conscious when Xavier came upon them. He smiled as he moved behind Carlos and rubbed the younger man’s broad shoulders. The resort manager could feel the thick, firm muscles under the soft cotton shirt. Carlos let out a low murmur. Xavier pulled the younger man’s head back by his hair, revealing Carlos’s dull and unfocused eyes. His thick beautiful lips were parted in a moan. The older man looked around the group of friends and saw that the drugged cigars and wine had taken effect on them. Their hard bodies were spread out and vulnerable. He leaned down and roughly kissed the straight muscular Carlos on his full lips. Carlos offered no resistance as the man’s tongue probed into his mouth and Xavier moved his hand down into the younger man’s shirt. He pulled away when two of the island’s staff came. “Strip them and take them to the processing center,” Xavier ordered the two muscular staff. “Yes, sir,” they obediently responded. The two handsome staff members were the same age as the four jocks and had powerful bodies of bodybuilders. They obediently obeyed and began to undress each man. None of the four friends were unable to resist as their clothes were pulled off of them. Xavier smiled as each younger man’s exquisite bodies were revealed. Two more staff members arrived to assist. After they were stripped, their bodies were thrown over a staff member's shoulders. Xavier smiled to himself as the four friends, beautiful muscular asses were exposed while they were carried away. To be continued