Me in Wood

I did want to buy something to help get some money into the economy of a superpoor country that recently had been hit hard by a hurricane. But it all looked just too touristy.

It all became a jumble, everything looking the same—until I entered the shop of Talen, the one Adio had directed me to. There my eyes were arrested for some reason by carvings that looked different from the others. The shopkeeper caught my hesitation—as no doubt they all quickly learned to do—and was up from his hammock at the back corner of the display room and approaching me in a flash.

"Are you Talen?" I asked.

"Yes," he said a little hesitantly.

"My guide, Adio, told me this was the shop I wanted to come to."

"Ah, Adio." Talen was suddenly all smiles and was touching my arms here and there and giving me lascivious looks. It was quite evident that the mention of Adio had put me in a category the Jamaican was interested in—and had wares to sell to.

"Adio is satisfying you, yes?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, embarrassed that Adio's ways were so well known.

"He has a really big one, doesn't he?" Talen popped his tongue in his cheek for emphasis. Not answering him, I turned and walked down a line of shelves in the small space, looking at the wares. Before I turned, though, I'm sure I showed him a guilty expression, so the man knew. Yes, Adio did, indeed, have a big one.

Talen wasn't what I had expected. He was short but slim and had great muscle tone in his arms. I expected that he carved at least some of the wooden objects I saw in his shop himself, adding muscle to his arms. He was wearing the pink shirt and tan trousers that they all wore in this overly planned false paradise. But his shirt was open down to one button at his waist. His chest muscles bulged despite his size and gleamed nearly black. I sort of wondered if he'd oiled himself up and was offering more than wooden souvenirs.

He tapered down into a tiny waist, but I could tell by the way that his thighs worried the legs of the tan trousers that he probably was a soccer player. He wore a gold necklace with some sort of religious pendant resting at his sternum, nestled between the swells of his pectorals.

A handsome face. Dark brown, the almost European features of the Spanish-heritage Caribbean mulatto and dark, flashing eyes.

"Special carvings. Just for you, sir. You not find anything like them anywhere else here in Jamaica."

I almost believed him. What had arrested my attention was that the carvings were slightly erotic. It was subtle. I probably only caught on to the suggestive themes because I had an eye for erotic art and collected it. This wasn't quite what I collected—what I could see was hetero, although there were enlarged penis images discernible in the curves of the carvings—in ebony and mahogany mostly, although some stone carvings too. Yes, clearly this shop dealt in sex art. Just not of the right variety that I collected. I reached out and touched the exaggerated penis of one of the figures.

I head the shopkeeper laugh. "Big like Adio, yes?"

He was begging me to affirm that Adio had fucked me. I just smiled, took my hand away from the figurine and continued down the line of the shelf.

I trailed my eyes along the shelves, and Talen followed the focus of my gaze, all the time pointing this and that out and yammering on in repeated phrases of "This very nice. None like it anywhere here. You like? You buy? I wrap it for you. Special price—special for a friend of Adio."

He caught the dulling in my eyes as I didn't see anything that would be appropriate for my collection. The penises were interesting but just small carvings—nothing particularly unusual. I wanted something memorable. Still, he could see that it was the shafts I was touching and stroking and he obviously knew the type of client Adio gave tours to.

"I have more. More not right to show here. Come, come, sir, through curtain here. I have more behind. Different. More to your interest, I am sure."

I followed him into another shanty room immediately behind the first. There indeed were more wood carvings here—and more erotic in what they depicted. But still male on female (or female kneeling before male). A cacophony of fucking and huge penises. Nice and erotic. But not quite right.

"Yes, very nice," I said. "But not for me, thanks." I turned and started to pull the curtain aside to leave, but the young man grinned wide at me and winked.

"I understand. More. The same but different. I understand. Adio sent you here. You look, you see. I have more you will like. Beyond curtain there. More like Adio. You take look. you like. Good prices. Best in Jamaica. No one else has these. And if you have time, I can carve something special for you, only for you."

"You carved these?" I asked, interested now.

"Yes, I carved most of them."

It was as I suspected.

He shuffled me toward the back of the room and through a curtain into yet another room. And jackpot. He'd figured out exactly what I might be interested in. Carvings of men on men, in a huge variety of fucking poses. And carved penises. Huge dildos, their bulbous heads painted in bright red, or green, or yellow, or white.

I reached over and picked up one of the dildos with a red cock bulb on it. I ran my hand up and down it. Smooth ebony.

The vendor was watching me like a hawk. He could clearly see he had arrived at my interest. "Very nice. Oil these up and they do a very good job. You take. Special price. Just today. Just for you." He then pulled in close to me and whispered in my ear, even though there wasn't anyone there to hear us. "You found one very special. Very special indeed."

"Special how?"

"Adio. This one Adio. You recognize it, no? Just like what Adio put in you, no?"

"I don't understand," I said. But of course I did. He was dying for me to confirm that Adio had fucked me.

"I carved this one from Adio, your guide," he said. "Adio has a very special cock. Very big. Veins standing out. You recognize it? Is that why you picked it up? This one very big, but exactly like Adio. I carved it special. Adio has fucked you, yes?"

I shrugged, not ready to tell all to this shopkeeper stranger.

"Not fucked you yet or will not fuck you at all?" he persisted.

I shrugged, but I gave a little laugh.

"So, he has fucked you. You are handsome man. I knew Adio couldn't keep his cock out of you. He fucked you good, didn't he?"

He had worn me down. "Yes, Adio fucked me good."

"You should have a souvenir of that. This carving, no? You can take him home with you when you leave Jamaica, and he can fuck you in your home. Yes?"

"Yes, OK, I'll take it," I said, not being able to suppress another laugh.

"And, if you like, if you buy it and want to try it out here, there is another room and a table. You can experience the wooden Adio yourself, or I can do it for you."

I shuddered, but managed a smile and said, "I don't think so, not right now."

"Ah, yes, Adio will take you to his house after you visit my shop and will fuck you again with the real thing. I understand."

I just gave a little smile and didn't answer. But that sounded like a sterling idea to me.

"And you?" Talen persisted. "You have a nice dick too? You big at the crotch. You have a big cock too, I bet. I can carve one that is you. Something very special to take home. This one is mahogany. I can do you in mahogany too. Very unique and useful. You can fuck yourself with yourself." He named a price. I couldn't resist.

I couldn't resist him. I was sold. "OK. But where will we go for me to model for it? I don't want another customer to walk in on that."

* * * *

"Lie down on that table, please. Make yourself naked below. I must make you fully erect to know how to make the carving . . . oh, yes, you have a very nice one. Does it? . . . yes, it does, doesn't it? A cut one does make a better carving. Your cap is very large. That is good."

We were in a small workshop room behind the display spaces. It was obvious from the chunks of different kinds of wood, the carving tools, and the shavings around on the floor that this was where Talen carved his figures. When I had stripped off my trousers and briefs and reclined back on the table in the room, a massage table, he took my cock in hand and was stroking it erect. I raised my torso on my elbows and watched him.

"Very big. Very long," He said, leaving me and going over to a bench to pick out a piece of wood. "Mahogany, I think. Yes, mahogany is very hard. You will want it very hard inside you. But if you want it to be lighter wood, since you are a white man, I can use maple. I have some of that. Very hard too, but very hard to get it." Talen laughed at his little joke.

"Mahogany would be fine," I said. "What are you doing with that one?" I asked, pointing to a finished dildo he'd picked up from the table. It wasn't thick, but it was cruelly upcurved, exceptionally long, and had an oversized bulb on it. He was greasing it up with lube.

"We must get you to maximum erection," he said, matter-of-factly, and brought the greased dildo and a smartphone over to the table, "and you will want to know how one of these can please you. Put this wedged cushion under your lower back and roll your ass up, please. And spread your thighs, bend your legs, and feet flat on the table."

"That's an evil dildo," I said, more than a bit concerned. "That's unnatural. You didn't carve that from a real man, did you?"

"This? Yes, I did. This is from my own shaft. Perhaps you might like the real thing as well as the wood. You are very handsome man. Great body. I would love to fuck you. You like for men to fuck you, I think. You hardened right up for me. I bet you and Adio fuck like gods."

Perhaps yes, I thought. But I didn't say it, as he continued. "Now, please, lie still. We make you erect and take photos. Then I carve it for you. I work very fast. You will be pleased."

I lay back, but I was up on my elbows again, panting hard and groaning, as he worked the curved dildo inside me and starting moving it in and out and in circles. He went deep, the big cock head on a slender cock providing a sensation I hadn't had before. And the shaft was curved enough that I could feel the piss slit kissing my walls deep. I went hard and big and harder and bigger, and Talen, humming and whispering, "Good, good. Very good. You are magnificent," clicked off photos and occasionally took measurements with a tape measure.

"And now, if you like . . ."

"Yes, please," I groaned. "You. Yours. Give it to me."

And he did for a while, exchanging him in wood for himself in the flesh, as he stripped off his trousers and briefs, climbed up on the table between my legs, and, as I gripped his buttocks, entered me strongly and deep. As I lay there groaning and moaning, he worked magic inside me in the flesh.

"Very much like you. You are very good lay," he murmured as he fucked.

He wasn't quick, and I didn't want him to be, rocking against him in perfect harmony as he used the curve of the cock to give attention to every inch of my passage walls. Before I came, however, he pulled out and continued with the wooden dildo and with taking photos of the effect that had on my own cock.

I shot my load before he was finished taking the photos and then he went over to the bench, still humming, and began carving the chunk of wood he had, clicking through the photos on his phone for help. I lay there on the table, on my back, slowly masturbating myself and watching him carve, sand, and polish. He worked quickly, at last lifting it up to show me his work, which was quite convincing. "There it is. You have a beautiful cock. And now we try it out."

Try it out? "Not on me. I'm exhausted," I said.

"As you wish," he answered. He was greasing the dildo up.

He was the only one lying on the table now, and I was standing beside the table. He was lying on his back, in the position he'd had me in. I was working his ass with my new dildo, the replica of my own cock, which was in erection again. I played his asshole with the greased dildo as he cried out his pleasure. I worked him expertly, and he was enjoying it.

"Please, to be sure of the cut, I need to compare," he said.

"You want me to . . .?"

"Yes, to be sure I have carved it right."

I laughed, but I reached down to my trousers, fished out a condom packet, tore it open, crowned myself, and climbed up on the table. I moved between his thighs, pulled the dildo out of his ass, and plunged my cock inside him. He shuddered and writhed a bit as I moved up inside him, but when I bottomed, he settled into concentrating on taking me all in without further haggling. I took him long and hard—and with exuberance. I'd been on a submission spree for months, and I hadn't had ass myself in so long that I fucked with abandon.

After I was done, I held there. He'd taken the cock well.

"Did they feel the same?" I asked.

"I shouldn't say," he answered, "but there is no replacement for a real dick. But they felt as much the same as they could. Would you like to do the comparison?"

"What? You want to fuck me again?"

"I enjoyed being inside you. If you will take my dick again, I'll give you the Adio dildo and yours for free."

"Give me this one you carved of you also, and it's a deal," I said.

"You want my dick?"

"I loved your cock. Is it a deal?"

I lay there, on my back, my thighs open to him, again, as Talen crouched over me, his knees shoved under my buttocks to tilt my pelvis up to him, and he fucked me with his natural, upcurved cock, kissing my walls deep with his spongy bulbous cockhead, giving me sensations that were different—and better, just different—than he had achieved with the dildo version.

I left his shop with three dildos, each unique, each giving me a connection to a real man, including myself. I paid him for them, though. I had come with the intention of putting some money in the local economy. Talen seemed quite pleased.

Adio drove me up into the mountains to the Irish Town, with its low-slung shanties close to the road and its female prostitutes lounging around on the streets. He lived in what was essentially one room in a line of rooms under one corrugated roof with salmon-colored plaster walls. I suspected the other rooms were used by prostitutes. I probably should say "other prostitutes," as I was quite sure that Adio was a male whore.

There, he used the huge mahogany dildo fashioned from his cock on me before laying me out on his bed and laying me with the real thing. Each was very nice. There were slight variations in the feel, but each stretched me to the limit.

Adio barely got me back to the ship in time, where Loritz was waiting for me with a big grin on his face and where, before he too bent me over the bed and covered me in a doggie fuck, he opened me up, for the first time, with the dildo of my own cock.

It was lucky that Customs in Key West didn't inspect my baggage and find and confiscate my new toys. But, then, the culture of Key West being what it was, the custom's official probably would have just smiled and waved me through. I would say he probably also would ask me for a date, except that he did ask me for a date. He was a big bruiser of a stud, so I said "yes." He laid me quite nicely, which was a pleasant welcome back to the keys.

For the next two weeks I was the talk of the gay community and welcome at all of the parties in Key West and when I got home, my new toys were well oiled and polished to a high shine.