remembered a thing about that. It had been his suggestion then that I be put under a mild restraint, and I agreed, and it had worked a charm. I was enjoying this fuck and I wasn’t feeling guilty about it.

After we both shot our loads, Peitr untied my hands, and we glided our hands around on each other’s bodies, trying to cool down under the flapping ceiling fan. Peitr lifted his lips from one of my nipples, crooked his chin on my shoulder near an ear, and asked me, “Have you ever done it with a black man?”

“No,” I responded. “I’ve never done it before with any man before you.”

“We have some magnificent native black men on this island. Have you ever thought of doing it with a black man?”

“No. . . . Well, yes, actually, I thought about that in college a couple of times. But I grew out of that.”

“And now? The thought of a huge black cock churning around inside you? Does that sound pleasant, like a Caribbean adventure you might like?”

“Yes.” Well, I had to be honest.

“I have business with the resort all day tomorrow. Why don’t you take my boat out. Did you see that big rock formation coming down to the sea when we were about half way around the island yesterday?”

“Y-e-s-s,” I answered.

“Pull into the beach just beyond that rock formation from here. You will see such a big, magnificent black man there. You will recognize him when you see him. Tell him you are interested in a waiheilah. Give him a fifty-dollar bill and ask for a waiheilah. Can you repeat that? A waiheilah.”

“A waiheilah,” I repeated. “OK, yes, I’ll give that a try. Now, let’s shower and eat and hit the beach. If I don’t come home with a tan, Cindy will be suspicious.”

The next day, I packed a small gym bag with shorts and a T for when the sun got too hot, struggled into my Speedo, and went out in Peitr’s boat as he suggested to motor to the other side of the island. I found the little cove on the other side of the rock formation that came down to the water and pulled Peitr’s boat up to just beyond the tide line. I looked around and saw nothing. But then, when my eyes adjusted in the sunlight, I saw that there was a grass hut of a pretty good size beyond the fringe of palm trees, and on the sand side of those trees, but in their shadows, was a long dugout canoe. And in the canoe, his massive back and shoulders turned to me, crouched a black giant of a man.

I knew instantly that this was the man Peitr had told me to seek out. I walked up the sand toward him. Something told me that he knew I was there and was approaching him. As I got closer, I noticed something very strange. The black giant wasn’t alone in the boat. Someone must be laying on his belly in the boat in front of the black man, because I saw two forearms dangling over the sides of the boat in the bow on either side. And they were of a very fair-skinned man. As I got closer, I saw a mop of bright-red hair on a head that rested on one seat slat near the bow of the boat. Following on behind this were the freckled shoulders of a lithe, sinewy