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I come from a very conservation family with strong Christian ties and beliefs. I've always considered my "upbringing" to be one that was sheltered and quite matter of fact, boring. Growing up in Kansas on a quiet farm was nice and comfortable, but it lacked something . . . EXCITEMENT. My parents always told me, "Look after the farm and it will look after you." It was on my 16th birthday that I made a promise to them that I would attend college after graduating from high school; return home, find a wife and run the farm. Pleased at my premature premonition, my parents were delighted and promised a wonderful gift graduation. I would be 18 by the time I graduated from high school and a trip to Hawaii was in the works . . . as a reward for my efforts throughout and school and the promise that laid ahead. Graduation and the ripe ful age of 18 came. Not knowing very much about Hawaii, I looked forward to beautiful Hawaiian maidens dancing the hula . . . skin golden-tanned by the glowing sun, bedecked with fragrant flowers in their hair and their sexy hips swaying to-and-fro to the beat of a drum and the strum of a ukulele. I imagined sun, mountains, warm skies and clear blue seas. I envisioned waterfalls sparkling as they cascaded into a pool of refreshing water. This is what I waited almost two years for . . . a dream before a dream. After all, after all this, it would be time to set out to accomplish "the promise" I made to my family. The place finally touched down in Honolulu. We purchased a package tour and were told to look out for an escort . . . he would be holding up a sign with our last name on it. As soon as we walked off the jet-way a young Hawaiian boy stood at the gate with a bright smile. I can still recall his big, bright smile from ear-to-ear. My sister pointed him out, "Dad, I think he's here for us. I hope he is, cause he's just dreamy." I had to agree with my sister, but to myself of course. He had pearly white teeth and a smile that could melt away all your troubles. My father approached him and said, "Hi, we're the Kendell's." I felt uneasy for I knew instantly that I was attracted to him. "What an odd feeling," I thought to myself, "This is the best looking guy I've ever seen." He was one of those greeters that normally welcome visitors to their friendly shores. He was bare-chested with only a wraparound. The slit in his wraparound showed his muscular thighs. His chest was heavy and large . . . obviously he worked out, and his tan . . . I've never seen anything like it. He was beauty and everything that encompassed it. He encompassed beauty. He looked at me and said, "Aloha, I'm Koa. Welcome to Hawaii." "Koa," I thought, "It must be Hawaiian for gorgeous." On the drive to the hotel he sat in the passenger seat of the passenger van that transported us into Waikiki -- the resort area known for its white sandy beach. I marveled from behind. Everything about him was magnificent. He turned around and winked at whom I thought was me for a second. He pointed out different sites throughout the drive. I tried to focus my attention on the sites that he was pointing out, but my attention went to only one site -- him. We finally reached the hotel and he proceeded to assist with the luggage. My father, mother and sister decided they'd check-in and that I would assist Koa with the luggage. Upon my father's suggestion, Koa looked at me and said, "Let's get the dirty work done... just you and I. Think you can handle?" I kept repeating to myself, "The luggage, the luggage." To my surprise, my parents arranged for me to have a room of my own. Koa and I dropped off the rest of the suitcases at my parents' door and journeyed down another corridor to my room. "Wow, I'm a bit away from my parents and my sister, aren't I?" I commented. He said, "Sometimes, things have a way of working out, huh?" He winked at me and smiled. When we arrived at my room, he dropped my bags and said, "Look I gotta be going, but I hang out at the beach. Later on, come on down and look for me . . . we'll hang out and maybe I'll show you around on my jeep. Just us boys, okay?" Once settle in I called my parents and said, "I'm just going to go for a little stroll. I'll meet up with you folks later." My need to see Koa overwhelmed me. I needed to see him and his beauty. I was shocked to find him running in from the water with a surfboard. He surfed too. Well, you could tell actually. He was very athletic with a swimmer's built. He stood about 6 feet with broad chest and muscular arms and biceps with abs of steel. "Kendell? Eh brah, howzit goin?" He motioned to some local boys standing on the beach. "Eh, you guys don't mind if I catch up with you later, huh? This is Kendell . . . I'm gonna show him around. He's a friend of the family." He lied, but I felt he had a good reason to. We sat on the beach and talked for about an hour before I started developing a sun burn. He suggested returning to my room and apply some ointment. Back at the room, I found some cooling gel on the bathroom counter and he suggested treating the burn. He rubbed my back gently at first and then I could feel his strength. I couldn't help myself and blurted out, "This may seem strange, but I think you're the best looking thing I ever seen." He started to laugh and laid me down on the bed. I was on my back and it stung from the burn. He stood over the bed and pulled down his shorts to expose his hard Hawaiian rod. It looked just as powerful as he. He climbed on the bed and kneeled over my face. He ran his hands through my hair and I could feel his long fingers massaging my scalp. He was strong indeed and I began to shiver. "You ever sucked dick before?" "No," I responded. "Me too," he said, "But you wanna give it a try? Only if you want too though. If you don't, I'll understand and stop." His cock had to be at least 9 inches with a throbbing thickness. This would be one attribute I'd always love of the Hawaiian man. His cock was already in my face, so how could I resist. He picked up on my willingness and said, "Just relax, I'll do all the work." "Open your mouth and lick on the head," he instructed. I began to lick his piss hole and his head. He spat on his cock for lubrication and I could feel his weight on me get heavier . . . he wanted to go deeper. I began to suck slowly at first to get a glimpse of his 6-pack abs. I could see his muscular abs tighten and release as he invaded my mouth with his cock. He began to face fuck me and at one point I gagged. He laughed, "Whoa, just go easy." With his one free hand he began to massage my throat to relax it . . . I could feel him going in further. He started banging the back of my throat and I cried. His manliness hurt but at the same time I never felt so good, so gratified. "Come on, suck that cock . . . yeah, take that dick all the way in. That's it baby . . . make me cum." I sucked long and hard that my lips began to swell." I could feel him throb inside my mouth and I watch as his hard stomach muscles began to tighten. He came in my mouth, pulled out, came on my face and chest then re-entered my mouth and came some more. He saw my hesitation at first, smiled and said, "Just swallow, dude." I'll never forget him. I later learned that during the course of our vacation, he had my sister too. My sister, two years later shared her experience with me . . . she fell in love with him, but was hurt because he used her as he probably did other young girls. He used me just to get a blow job. After our blow job session, he said, "Okay man, enjoy your vacation . . . see ya around." I saw him on two occasions. Once at the beach again, and on our return to the airport. Do I have any regrets? No. I'm 25 years old now and I return to Hawaii at least twice a year in the hopes of having the same exact experience . . . I have.