Hi there, Joncy speaking. I'm just back from a mind and butt blowing visit to Ecuador. In fact both my mind and my butt are still in a state of shock. If you read part one of 'Trunks in the Attic' then you'll remember that I promised to tell you all about my adventures but be patient as I'll have to provide a little background information for those who missed the original.

It all started if you remember shortly after my father's unexpected death. I was going through his things in the attic when I came across a pair of yellow bathing trunks and some hot photos of a guy called Enrico Cortez who had once been my dad's lover. His name and address were on the back of one of the photos so on an impulse I wrote to him and set off a whole train of uncontrollable events. These included meeting and balling his son and getting on the wrong side of my mother. In fact I couldn't wait to free myself from her apron strings and jumped at Enrico's invitation to Ecuador.

I'd never been to South America before and didn't speak Spanish so I was afraid I'd feel like a fish out of water. In my ignorance I had no idea it was so near the sea and that in many ways it was very similar to the place I grew up in. There were boats and yachts and plenty of outdoor life just like on the Isle of Wight. Plus there were the wonderful gorgeous Galapagos Islands as well as wonderful gorgeous Orlando to keep me company.

Enrico Cortez had two homes. One was a spacious mansion on San Cristobal Island, the other a small bungalow on the island of Marchena. Orlando informed me this island had a very intriguing, even passionate history. Enrico also had two jobs. One as a tour operator and one as consultant at the new Interpretation Centre which Orlando told me focused on the 'harmonious relationship and interaction between human and animal populations'. Fascinating. It sounds even better in Spanish.

Money didn't seem to be a problem and I was immediately immersed in what the local guide book called 'a luxury life full of wild places and soft adventure.' Just my cup of tequila. There were nature cruises to view the giant tortoises and sea lions and there were coral reefs and snorkelling and there was Orlando and eventually his father Enrico. He was obviously going to be twenty years older than his photos but I still couldn't wait to meet him. And his dick. It was his dick which had turned me on in the first place and got me to where I was now. Truth is verily stranger than fiction.

Of course I'd told Orlando nothing about the trunks in the attic and my consequent passion for his father or about his relationship with mine. I was afraid to. I mean how can you tell your lover of six weeks that you've manipulated everything and that he's merely a pawn in your porn story. It wasn't true of course but I was afraid he'd interpret it that way.

We stayed in the family mansion on San Cristobal Island. Enrico was taking tourists round on his yacht. His wife and son were on Marchena. I can't tell you how great it was to make love in a king-size bed without fearing my mother was going to put in an unwelcome appearance at any moment. Also to be able to allow Orlando to fill the room with his cries as I filled his ass with my dick. Sex in secret silence was an intrinsic part of our life together in England. Here as the guide book might say we were free to have a harmonious relationship with our animal instincts. Also my lovely lover took me to places where the tourist foot had never trod. Places which the guide book referred to as 'remote mangroves, pirate hideouts, cliffs and coasts, to be explored on tranquil panga excursions.'

Don't ask me what a panga excursion is. I forgot to ask Orlando. But it sounds hellish horny. And I'd never heard of a remote mangrove either before being manfully fucked in the surf under the stars by my own Orlando Bloom pirate. He'd always been content to play the passive role in Ryde. Now he was swashbuckling my ass a treat.

Orlando's dick hadn't immediately appealed to me as it was nothing like the dick in the photo. Sorry but that's how the cookie sometimes cruelly crumbles. I'd sucked it a few times and his cum was sweet but if push came to shove - and it usually does -- I'd have to admit I much preferred his butt. But in Ecuador his dick was assuming a forceful personality of its own and it sure felt good in my ass. Out of sight out of mind I suppose. It was as broad as it was long, as they say, and hit all the right places. I could have kicked myself for not giving it ass room before. Also it's what I would describe as a lusty long laster. The waves pounded on the shore and Orlando pounded on my butt and while I enjoyed the rise and fall of it all I thought he was never, ever going to come. Sarcastic little bugger that I am I was tempted at one point to cry out, "Heave ho me hearties," given the pirate venue and the circumstances and all that but fortunately I restrained myself. Orlando tends to be a sensitive little soul and is easily offended. And this was after all our first fuck with him on top.

We continued to give rein to our new sexual freedom and explore each other's territory as well as the sights to be seen. Some of these were in manform and one in particular appealed to me and my dick. I could see from the growing bulge in Orlando's pants that the luscious lad had the same effect on him too. He was dark and he was muscular and all too obviously not wearing a stitch under his jeans. His thick cock shaft was showing beneath the faded denim for all to see. In contrast to all that muscular hardness he had soft dreamy eyes. An irresistible combination and one neither of us could resist. We took him home and between us fucked the ass off him.

I'd never had a threesome with Orlando and was surprised to see him take the initiative. He wasted no time on preliminaries but moved in behind our guest like a prowling panther and grabbed hold of the guy's butt. I heard him breathe in heavily as the boy rubbed himself up against him like a bear scratching its back on a tree. Orlando passed one hand over the guy's groin and started roughly rubbing his dick shaft through the tight jeans. The boy groaned and said horny things in Spanish. Orlando took his time and then slipped the other hand slowly up the guy's T-shirt to stroke the taut six-pack abs that lay beneath. The guy groaned again. I stood fascinated. It was like watching a slow motion home movie in Spanish. The kind you hide from your mother. Orlando didn't say anything but indicated to me that I was to open the guy's jeans. There was no zip so I had to pop his buttons open with my trembling fingers and shook his jeans down his legs. I was now in a kneeling position and made the fatal mistake of opening my mouth to gasp at the size of his dick. The guy didn't miss a beat but thrust his throbbing rock-hard cock down my throat. I gulped and I gagged but as soon as my mouth got a grip on him I gave him the works.

In order to give myself some leverage I grasped hold of his rock hard butt only to meet up with Orlando's dick which was digging its way in there. I was drooling and dribbling by this time as I licked the full length of the hot little stud's dick and bathed his balls with a horny combination of my saliva and his own secretions. Orlando seemed to be leaking pretty profusely too. Between us we produced enough spittle and pre-cum to lube up the guy's surprisingly resistant ass.

A strangled scream tried to escape from his mouth as he felt his rear end being forced open by my friend's fat dick but Orlando muffled his cries with the palm of his hand and proceeded to pound the moaning little slut's tight hole brutally.

At first the guy shut his eyes ground his teeth and moaned mournfully again. Then Orlando must have hit his love button dead centre as he let out a lion's roar of pure horny contentment. Once again I could have kicked myself for not making better use of Orlando's dick.

Meanwhile I was still hard at work working Stud with my mouth, lips and throat. I use these words almost medically as it was a real surgical experience. The more Orlando inserted his sexual needle into Stud's ass the more my throat felt like it was being given an enema by Stud's generous dick. I'm calling him Stud for the moment as I was yet to find out his name was Paco which cum to think of it was pretty appropriate as he sure packed a lot of good Spanish meat into my English mouth. Packed quite a load too and nearly burst my jowls as Orlando burst his bowels. I drank his cum down like a thirsty man in the desert and licked his cock to the last drop. I was so excited I came spontaneously without even being touched and rubbed my cum over his heaving chest as Orlando pulled out and covered his back with an even more generous amount. Then we both made him lick our dicks clean and sent Paco packing.

The whole incident was an eye opener for both of us. I'd never seen the cruel butt fucking part of Orlando before. And I'd never let him see the greedy cock-sucker side of me either. I was always treating him with kid gloves. Always afraid of offending him. This time it seems I had. The next evening he broached the subject.

"You never suck my cock like that," he said. "In fact you hardly ever suck my cock at all."

"I prefer your butt," I said biting my lip as soon as I said it. It was a dumb thing to say.

I felt really miserable. How could I tell him I was hung up on his Dad's dick.

"If you loved me you'd love everything about me," he said.

"I love you," I said.

"Prove it," he said waving his big sausage in front of my face.

"I've proved it many times," I said. "I just seem to have lost the taste for it that's all."

I saw the look of disbelief and disappointment on his face. It was our first row.

"Don't worry, it will come back." I added lamely but it was too late.

Just then we heard voices. Orlando's parents were back.

We hastily adjusted ourselves. Fortunately we hadn't been having sex and there was no smell of spunk. Guilty thoughts of life back in England came flooding back to me.

I was so caught up with my thoughts of Orlando and the fact that he seemed mortally offended that I didn't immediately realize what was happening to me. Didn't take it all in. I was finally going to meet the guy in the photo and my wet dreams were going to cum true.

I recognized him immediately and lo and behold he'd hardly changed at all and he was - and looked -- much younger than I expected. In fact I'd forgotten he wasn't even forty yet and if you think of Tom Cruise and how good he looks at 45 it will give you some idea of my overjoyed surprise.

"Hello there," he said shaking my hand and then hugging me. "Finally."

He introduced me to his wife Eva and his son Ugo. Both were beautiful. Ugo must have been about sixteen but well on the way to manhood. I felt my dick tingle as he shook my hand. His wife kissed me. God, I thought I could fuck the whole family. They're all so beautiful. I surprised even myself. I'd never had such disrespectful thoughts before.

We had a fantastic dinner with lots of wine and afterwards Eva took Orlando to one side and said she wanted to hear all about his adventures. Ugo tried to say things in English, then became shy and silent and eventually went to his room. I was left alone with Enrico.

"You look the spitting image of your father," he said. His English was excellent.

"He was only forty-six when he died," I said not knowing what else to say.

He didn't say anything and I blurted out "Why did you two split up?"

Once again he didn't say anything but fixed himself a drink and offered me one.

"You don't beat about the bush, do you." he said.

"I came all this way to find out," I said.

He sipped his drink as if it was going to give him the strength to speak.

"I found the photos," I said, "And you were naked ... and your dick was erect."

I sounded to myself as if I was speaking a language that wasn't quite my own.

"You were looking at the photographer with love and I knew you were looking at my father."

"How did you know?" he asked.

"I just knew," I said.

"Where are the photos?" he said.

"I put them back where I found them but I brought the swimming costume. It's upstairs."

"Did you tell anybody?"

"Of course not. Certainly not Orlando."

"Are you two an item?" he asked.

"Yes. How did you know?"

"I just knew. History certainly repeats itself."

"I hope it doesn't have such an unhappy ending" I said "Why did you split up?"

"Because of you," he said.

That really took the wind from beneath my sails. The ground from under my feet.

"Your mother was pregnant and he wanted to make an honest women of her."

"My mother!" I said shocked.

"Not that mother," he said. "Alice isn't your real mother."

I went white and swallowed my drink.

"Sorry I shouldn't have told you outright like that."

Even though my head was swimming I began to see things clearly.

"She's never really loved me," I said.

I told Enrico I'd been starved of affection all my life which probably explained why I'd turned out gay. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me to console me. It started off as a paternal gesture but my arm brushed against his thigh and I felt the hot hardness under the material of his trousers. He kissed me and I answered that kiss and I've never been kissed like it before or since. We were a pubic hair's breadth from tearing each other's clothes off and making love when we heard voices coming back.

"Make up an excuse tomorrow," he said. "Stomach ache. Nausea. Anything and I'll come to you."

My dick was hard as a rock with dizzy delight. History really was repeating itself.

Sex and silence was once again going to raise its beautiful head.

I wasn't exactly telling a lie when I told Eva I wasn't feeling well. My face was hot and flushed and I seemed to be running a temperature. She closed the shutters of the room and told me to lie still.

"You've probably had too much excitement," she said.

She was certainly right there. She explained that it was the maid's day off and that she and Enrico had to go to work. Ugo and Orlando were supposed to take me swimming.

"Would you like me to ask Orlando to stay behind?"

"No, I'm much better on my own." I said trying not to sound too mournful.

"Very well, then either Enrico or I will look in later to see how you are."

"Thank you," I said, and really meant it.

Later turned out to be a long time. I had the yellow bathing costume under my pillow and couldn't wait to ask Enrico to put it on. He arrived shortly before midday.

"I told Eva I'd fix you something to eat" he said.

"How about some nice meatloaf?" I said wickedly.

"Don't joke," he said. "We're running a great risk."

I pulled the swimming costume from under the pillow.

"Put it on," I said. "that way you'll look like you're going for a swim."

"Do you want me to undress in front of you?" he said.

"Of course, just like Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke."

"You're a perverse little devil aren't you?" he said.

"Yes," I said. "Get undressed."

I watched in the half light as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of his trousers.

"Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" he said "Thinking it is one thing, doing it is another."

I didn't answer but reached out for his bulging briefs and tenderly touched him.

At first he resisted and recoiled.

"You could be my son," he said.

"I am your son," I answered caressing his cock through the cotton of his briefs.

"Tell me you came all the way to Ecuador to do this," he said.

I could feel his dick hardening.

"I came all the way to Ecuador to do this," I said.

His cock returned the pressure of my hand and then relaxed. As much as a stiff cock can.

"Tell me I haven't waited in vain," he said.

"You haven't waited in vain," I said and made a nose dive.

He hissed with pleasure and scooted his hips forward as I nuzzled his nuts. I rubbed my nose and lips up over his balls and his dick shaft, my face getting wet with the pre-cum which was seeping through the thin cotton of his briefs. My nostrils flared with the musky smell of his semen.

"God, you're good," he said putting his hands on either side of my head, holding me in place as he gyrated his hips, sliding his now rock hard dick across my face slowly and deliberately.

"How much longer are you going to make me wait?"

I took hold of the elastic and pulled it down a bit.

The tip of his erect dick was just a tongue lick away. I was finally home.

The suspense was killing us both.

"Suck me for Christ's sake, you gorgeous cock-teaser," he moaned "I can't stand another second."

I massaged his butt which was as hard as his dick and drove my fingers into the flesh.

"Yes, yes, yes," he hissed.

He began to breathe heavily and small groans and a low growl indicated the moment was right.

I went in for the kill.

I wrapped my lips around that fabulous dick to savour the sweet nectar oozing from it.

He arched his back, lifted his hips and sent bolts of hot creamy cum into my receptive mouth.

I pulled my mouth away. I wanted to see the snow flakes I'd seen in the photos.

He didn't disappoint me. After the first gorgeous gush the cotton flock began to fall.

Soon my chest looked like a cotton field. My dreams had been fulfilled.

"You're so like you father," he repeated.

"I know," I said "but now I'm your son."

He went off to wash but was soon back at my bedside. I nearly shot my load without being touched again as he smiled and walked right over to me with his beautiful dick swinging between his legs and kissed me quickly right on the lips.

"I should be able to get into that swimming costume now," he said.

The picture was complete. Well almost ...

Don't worry there's still more to cum ............