The hypnotic sounds of goat-skinned drums drowned out the loud roar of the plane as it neared Nassau's International airport. Jake's heart danced in time to the music, click don boom, da boom, boom, boom.
God it feels good to be home, he thought. Never would he have imagined that a preppy kid from The Hamptons would find his soul on the gritty streets of a third world country while sweetly ensconced in the arms of a devilishly handsome rasta man.
But from the moment that he had first visited Nassau six years earlier as a wet behind the ears travel writer for an upscale New York magazine Jake Royal had had a hard-on for the seven hundred islands and keys that comprised The Bahamas.
Like a beautiful, sexy woman the burnt orange spectacle of the early morning sun took his breath away. The tropical air caressed his face like a lover's touch leaving in its wake the faintest hint of Jasmine carried on sea air.
He felt the island's voodoo spell embracing him with thick scented arms like an arduous lover with a wet hungry pussy. He smiled. "Sweet brown sugar mama I'm home," he said.
After he had cleared customs Jake's dark gaze eagerly searched the crowds of scantily clad tourist and colorfully attired natives for his friend and lover Malik Jones. When their eyes connected Jake felt a fire crawl through his body before settling in his cock.
The two men stared at each other. There was no need for words as their bodies cried out in longing. They had met at a club and the attraction between them had been too explosive to ignore.
They had ravaged each other that night but over time their sexual passion had evolved into a deep love and trust that Jake had never expected to find. He felt near tears as he walked towards Malik.
The two men embraced modestly in a desperate attempt to keep their raging desires in check until they were finally alone. Still Malik's tongue refused to behave. "I can't wait to fuck you man," he whispered in Jake's ear.
His warm breath and exotic Bahamian lilt sent shivers down Jake's spine. He groaned and took Malik's hand. "Let's get out of here," he said.
As Malik expertly blended his car into the hazardous maze that was island traffic Jake sat back in his seat and tried to relax as the colorful mosaic that was Nassau slipped by.
On Bay Street Jake was astounded all over again at the perfect fusion of old Spanish style architecture with suave clubs and trendy coffee houses catering to the dot com generation.
Historical Fort Charlotte built in 1787 still guards the Nassau Harbour though today she shares her regal glory with a nearby Holiday Inn. In the clean air international and local voices battled for attention against blaring car horns, reggae and calypso music.
The funky eclectic mix of sight, sound and smells had been lost in the two dimensional world of his research. Now his senses were on overload trying to soak it all up.
He had to remind himself that he was here on business as well as pleasure. His editor would be expecting an article on the local Junkanoo festival. Before he could even think about catering to the demands of his cock he had to act professional and meet with the owner of the local Junkanoo museum for a private tour and insights into the African festival that had survived the middle passage and become a cultural odessy for a nation.
"Man you will love Nadia," Malik told him. "She is one hot Bahama mama believe me." Jake was curious to know exactly what it was about Nadia that had brought a gleam to Malik's eyes. He often lived vicariously through his more adventurous lover. Malik's bi-sexual bedtime tales would keep them both up until way into the night.
Jake tried to clear his head of all things sexual even as his cock grew harder inside his shorts. When Malik pulled up in front of the wooden two-story building that housed some of the most intricate and exotic costumes in the world Jake had regained some of his professional composure.
He grabbed his backpack and followed Malik into the cool interior of the museum. As soon as he stepped over the threshold Jake felt as if he had been transported to Africa. An old Africa spirited and proud, with centuries of kings and queens calling it home.
The life size African sculptures and giant exaggerated costume depictions of everything from trees to mythical gods and beast. Jake sensed that the museum was more of a memorial than a showcase.
He could actually feel the presence of souls, beaten into a physical slavery while their spirits and their traditions refused to die. But it was the woman behind the counter that commanded his attention.
With her regal bearing and her silky glide across the room she conjured up images of Pharaoh's bride. The high cheekbones and full bee stung lips relaxed into an easy, open smile. Her body encased only in a chocolate tank top and black Daisy Dukes took Jake's breath away. She had what the natives called a Coca-Cola shape in reference to the hour glass contours of classic coke bottles.
Her skin was the color of the purest honey and glistened with suntan oil. Jake could not keep his eyes of her large firm breast. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra and her oversized nipples were unabashedly showing off.
What little blood was in his brain rushed down to fill his cock leaving him senseless. He barely heard Malik introduced them. But when Nadia took his hand and rubbed it with her thumb he felt every nerve stand up and take notice.
"Hello Jake," she said in a soft voice. Jake recognized the look of desire in her dark coffee eyes. Jake managed a hello and told her how much he liked the museum.
"Then let me give you the grand tour," Nadia said. As Jake followed her rounded ass around the museum he wondered why they didn't just stop the pretense and go at it like dogs in heat.
She was giving him historical facts while her eyes wandered to his crotch and Jake asked questions and took notes while his cock grew painful. He wondered what her ancestors would think if they all started fucking among their legacy.
Would they think that the white man sandwiched between two beautiful black bodies was progress or an outrage? The torture went on for over an hour. Jake could tell by the smirk on Malik's face that he was enjoying his misery.
Occasionally he rubbed Jake's ass adding fuel to the inferno in his pants. When they finally came back out to the front desk Nadia took Jake's hand again.
"I'll see you tonight at the Junkanoo festival baby, there is so much more we have to share." She gave Jake a soft kiss, her lips barely touching his. But he felt the full force of her breath, sweet and powerful like she carried the life of her mothers inside of her. Jake felt his knees grow weak and his head start to spin.
He wanted to fall into the mysterious place between her breast and loose himself in her arms. But Malik grabbed his hand and pulled him to the door. He turned around for one last look but Nadia but she had disappeared into the dark confines of the museum.
When he got outside Jake gulped air into his lungs. Malik laughed. "Man she really got a hold on you." "Does she practice that black magic that she was talking about?" Jake asked him.
"Nadia practices black magic but not the kind our ancestors did. She got black pussy magic and dat' make people fall under her spell. I am addicted to her now and I hope I never get rehabilitated."
Jake had never been so intrigued about a woman. He was looking forward to becoming her slave. Wouldn't the gods love that?
Malik lived in a little cottage near the beach where he created almost ethereal sculptures out of wood, stone, marble or anything else that he could get his hands on. His trademark "nudes" engaged in various deviant, delicious sexual acts were displayed throughout his tiny studio.
The studio was their favorite place to fuck, among the inanimate lovers their every act was glorified. Jake was taken aback by Malik's rendition of the Hindu mythical god Shiva which spouted eight circumcised mahogany cocks instead of the traditional abundance of arms. His many goddess wives feasted on his huge dicks while he rode another man with pleasure.
In one corner of the room Jake spotted a life size painting of Nadia wearing nothing but a huge boa constrictor with its head inches from her open pussy. Her eyes were devilish as she gazed at Jake pulling him into her world like a zombie.
He caressed her perfect breast. Malik expertise had given it an almost three-dimensional quality. He groaned and turned to face Malik. They began to kiss hungrily, their tongues wet and unmerciful. Jake ran his tongue over Malik's face. He loved the saltiness of his smooth brown skin.
"Eat me baby," Malik pleaded. Jake ate at his mouth like it was the Last Supper. Frantically they tore away each other's clothes. Jake grabbed Malik's huge black cock and caressed the mushroom head. He moistened the length of it with his mouth.
"Tell me about Nadia," he pleaded to Malik. "What makes her hot?" Malik ran his tongue over his full lips and tried to remember how to speak as Jake attacked his cock with a vengeance.
"Nadia is a bitch man. She like to make grown man feel pain, she will torture you like a Chinese dictator and make you love every minute of it." Jake groaned around Malik's huge cock as his mind envisioned a million delicious ways Nadia could inflict pain and pleasure on him.
Malik watched Jake's pink lips slide up and down his cock. He squeezed it in his hand causing a wad of come to foam at the top and making it look like a giant twinkie. Jake lapped it up with his tongue.
