My chartered twin-engine plane touched down and bumped along the dirt runway on a green flyspeck of an island lost in the azure Sulu Sea. It came to rest by a one-room office. The man from the hotel was waiting for me. He knew, of course, who I was and why I was there. There's really only one reason why wealthy young men come to this tiny jungle island buried deep in the Philippine archipelago.
That reason had its origin in the obscure report on the flora of this hitherto-undiscovered island, given by an adventurous Victorian botanist to his London club over a hundred and fifty years ago. Well, to be more precise, it was really the informal talk he had with a few close friends, over drinks, after his more formal talk. It was to these select friends that he revealed, sotto voce, that he had discovered, quite accidentally, that the women of the tribe living on the island had, in their long isolation from civilization, developed a quite remarkable mutation. It seemed that they naturally gave off a musk which was, in his words, quite devastating to males. It, he said, made the women quite irresistible and drove men to incredible heights of ecstasy when having sex with them.
For obvious reasons he swore his friends to secrecy. Through all the years since, that secret has been shared only among a very restricted social circle. I heard about it when I was initiated into a highly secret society at college, and then only after my credentials, especially my financial ones, had been thoroughly vetted, and my discretion vouched for.
To this day, the number of young men who make the journey to the island remains very limited. Even so, the money those few pay the islanders to keep quiet is enough to ensure that the discovery remains a secret, a protected resource available only to the initiate. Over the years the islanders have made their women into something of a cottage industry. They've even set up a small hotel for their "guests".
This was my first trip to the island.
Upon arrival I was driven to the hotel, which turned out to be a bamboo lodge with but three rooms. This day I was the only guest. To my surprise, however, my room was quite well appointed. Clearly the natives wanted to please their guests. Probably too, some repeat customers accustomed to luxury had demanded more of the accommodations and were willing to front the cost. Each room even had a small but well-stocked bar.
I was not supposed to go to the village until the next day. I spent the evening of my arrival sitting on the porch of the hotel, listening to the distant surf. Eventually the concierge came out and joined me. After a while he said, rather confidentially, "I have something Tuan might like. The men of the village have discovered an herb mixture that provides the stamina that, as you can imagine, they need. I can provide Tuan with some. For a slight fee, of course."
Well, I'd never had to worry about stamina before, but then this was a new situation, and perhaps I'd better take the local advice. It cost me a hundred dollars, but given what I'd already paid for this trip, that hardly mattered. I took the vial from the man and called it a night.
In my room, I undressed for bed. I normally sleep in the nude, and the tropical warmth of the island encouraged that. Before turning in I drank the elixir. It was vile-tasting stuff, to say the least. Probably a scam and a waste of money, but what the hell. At least it didn't make me sick.
Thinking about tomorrow kept me up for a while, which was annoying. I wanted to be fresh and well-rested for what I was anticipating. Eventually, though, I fell into a deep sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up with the stiffest erection I'd ever had in my life! The bedclothes were tented over it. Oh God, it was painful and exhilarating at the same time. I slid the covers off, thrilling to the caress of the cloth. My eyes grew wide. My erection was enormous! I didn't want to go where it strongly wanted me to go, though, because I really wanted to save myself for the next day's sexual activities.
But my massive cock, standing up there and pulsating with a life of its own, didn't care about the future. It only cared about now. My brain was soaked with hormones and endorphins. I couldn't think clearly or take my eyes off my throbbing cock. Just then I caught sight of a bottle of oil that someone had placed conveniently on the table alongside the bed. Fighting my will every inch, my traitorous hands reached for the bottle. Shaking and fumbling they opened it while I watched. They coated themselves in the slippery stuff.
I was powerless in the grip of such a strong need as I don't ever remember feeling before. Slowly my right hand reached out and touched my cock. Oh my God! It felt so good. I couldn't hold out any longer. With a sigh of resignation, I touched the tip. It was like an electric jolt! Under the warmth of my hand, I could feel the oil and the pre-cum lubricating the hot tip. Tentatively my fingers massaged the crest of my cock. I gasped. Helpless to fight any longer, I surrendered.
My head flopped back onto the pillow, and I spread my legs. I closed my eyes. My hand slid down from the tip of my cock and grasped it around the shaft. I moaned with pleasure at the touch and began to stroke myself. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. I ran my hand up over the tip, rubbing it with my palm. My other hand reached down and grasped my balls, cradling and squeezing them. I was lost in a wonderful world of pure pleasure. All thoughts of tomorrow receded in a warm fog of erotic ecstasy. My hand seemed to be moving of its own volition; I was just a passive participant, along for the ride.
Faster I stroked and harder I squeezed. The oil let my grasping fingers glide easily up and down my cock no matter how hard I squeezed it. I was moaning and gasping as my hand slid up and down and occasionally ran over the hypersensitive tip, eliciting an extra gasp of pleasure at the touch. I was powerless to stop myself now.
