You sit and talk for a while longer, but neither of you can figure out what happened. You spend the day looking for food, water and shelter, and thankfully you are quite lucky.
You suggest to Sam that you saw the little trickle of water coming from the forest. He immediately asserts himself and leads you into the trees to find the source of the water. The jungle is full of bright green plants, countless birds and tons of bugs. You quickly find yourself swatting mosquitoes and trying not to scratch bug bites. Your bare feet get quite sore and cut up, but you know you'll have calluses soon. Sam stays ahead of you, pushing branches aside and striding forward as you search for the water. After what seems like around 20 minutes, you reach a fairly large stream, probably 8-10 feet wide. Sam tells you that it's probably a river, not a stream. The water is clear and the bottom is rocky. You kneel by the side and cup your hand into the water. The water is cold but it seems clean and the stream, or river flows fast. The trickle of water heading to the beach is just a tiny branch off.
On the way back, you decide to follow the river and try to find food or a place to sleep. You travel along the river and you see trees full of plantains, bananas, mangoes, star fruit and papaya. You also see pineapples, cashews and avocado. You eat as you're hungry, and the two of you marvel at the abundance of fruit and food around you. It looks like this shouldn't be a struggle to survive here.
You turn around to find the trickle leading back to the beach. The sun is high in the sky and it is extremely hot. You search a bit wider this time and you find another trickle leading off towards the beach. The two of you decide to take the shortcut but soon you find yourselves stuck in a patch of thorn bushes, fairly near the beach. The bushes aren't very tall, coming only about waist high, so the two of you raise your arms up and decide to push through. You can see the end of the bushes about twenty feet away. You carefully pick your way through until you're a couple feet in.
By now, you've already realized your mistake. "Sam?" you ask. "Why don't we turn around..."
"Dude, it isn't that bad. If we turn around we'll have to walk all the way around the bushes, it'll add like twenty minutes."
You push on. The thorns aren't very big, but you after only a little bit you have quite a few scratches. Your skin slips by many of them, but your boxers are getting caught on what seems like every thorn. Only a quarter of a way into the patch, you've already got three or four small holes.
Then you hear a loud *RIIIIP*.
"Oh shit..." Sam mutters. You look over. His synthetic boxers are studded with small holes and there's a long rip running down the left side of the boxers. The waistband is still holding so the boxers still cover everything except the side of his leg is fully exposed and a part of his ass is too.
You laugh, and Sam glares, then laughs too.
"Fuck it," he says, and pushes on. You follow, still laughing. You both go more aggressively this time, and soon you realize that the thorns never draw blood, they only scratch. Soon you are almost out. Probably five feet from the end of the patch, you can see the beach, and Sam makes one fast push forward, trips, and falls right onto a bush, accompanied by another ripping sound..
"Fuck!" he shouts. You move forward to help him, and see that the back of his boxers are caught on a thicker branch on a thorn bush. Sam's weight is bending the branch, but the seat of his boxers are caught. The thorn has already ripped an inch long gash.
"Help me out John. Just pull my legs so I get where you are."
You oblige, but the thorn stays stuck on his boxers, and as you pull, the gash lengthens, until finally it breaks free, leaving another gash running from his waistband down. The strip of cloth in between both gashes is probably 4 inches wide and now it doesn't really cover his ass any more. Finally Sam is free and he stands up.
You try to hold in a giggle, but you can't, and he blushes a bit. "Screw you," he mutters, and pushes through the rest of the bushes. You follow him and soon you reach the beach.
The two of you collapse onto the sand under a tree. You spend a couple hours talking and resting, and then you decide to try to build a fire. You had been a Boy Scout when you were younger, and they had taught you how to make a fire with a bow drill. You used a strong vine and some wood, and soon you had a spark. After a couple tries, you got a small fire, which the two of you fed until it was blazing hot. Sam stayed and tended the fire while you got some more fruit for dinner. By the time you got back, it was dark.
The two of you ate ravenously, and when you were done, you leaned back next to one another and sat and talked. Soon enough, the conversation steered to girls and sex. Sam got pretty sad after realizing that if the two of you were stuck on this island, you'd never have sex. Of course, you agreed wholeheartedly.
After this observation, you were both silent for a bit. Then Sam surprised you.
"You know what I've always wanted to try?"
"What?" you ask.
Sam pauses for a bit, then grins. "Anal sex. I mean most people I know say it's disgusting or something, but I think it's really a turn on."
You laugh and then say, "...Yeaaahhh..." in a really sarcastic voice. Sam laughs and says, "Screw you! C'mon, you know you agree."
"Ok, fine, I agree. Now I've got one to top that," you say.
Sam looks at you and raises his eyebrows.
"Ok so I really like the thought of anal too, and so this one time in the shower I decided to see what it would feel like for the person getting fucked. I stuck my finger up my ass."
You say the last sentence with a sheepish grin, and Sam laughs loudly.
"You did what?!"
You smile and say, "Dude, it felt amazing. You have no idea. That prostate thing? I jacked off while doing that and had the most amazing orgasm."
"I don't believe you. Why do the girls always look like they're in pain in porn videos and stuff?"
"That's easy," you answer. "Cause they don't use enough lube. You gotta use a ton of spit or some other lube. I swear, if you try it, you'll have the most amazing orgasm."
All this talk has made you pretty horny, and you realize that your cock isn't far off from a full erection. You glance down at his boxers and you can clearly see the outline of his dick in the firelight.
Sam is silent for another moment. Then he blurts out, "Dude, I need to jack off so bad right now."
Instantly, you agree and say, "I know, I'm so damn horny right now."
He looks at you, asking the silent question. Then he asks, "Do you... wanna...?"
As an answer, you reach into your boxers and start to stroke yourself inside them.
Sam grins devilishly and does the same. You can see his hand pumping himself. He spits on his hand and reaches back in. Your dick feels dry in your hand and you don't want to chafe yourself so you just move the skin up and down on your shaft. It's extremely unsatisfying.
You slow down and watch him. His eyes are closed but he's going really slowly. He opens his eyes and looks straight at you. "Look..." he says, "Can I...?"
You gulp and you feel your heartbeat flutter for a second. "Yeah, why not...," you answer, trying to sound normal. He puts his thumbs at his waistband and looks at you once more before shaking his head and pulling his boxers down.
His dick swings free, glistening with a thin layer of spit. Your erection twitches and you find yourself extremely turned on. Sam sees you looking at him and nods his head down to your boxers.
You watch his face as you slide yours down and you see him involuntarily lick his lips quickly as your member is exposed. You scrunch your legs up and pull the boxers completely off, and after a moment, he does the same.
The two of you spit on your hands again and start to jack yourselves slowly, enjoying all of it. A small moan escapes your lips as you slide past the head of your dick. You watch Sam as he jacks off, and then you catch him looking at you too. You're sort of creeped out, but at the same time, it's an insane turn on.
You gulp and steel yourself and then will yourself to turn and face him. His eyes widen, and after a moments hesitation, he does the same. You find yourself looking him in the eyes as the two of you sit there, cross legged, sliding your hands up and down your dicks. You reach with your left hand and cup your balls as you jack yourself off. As you reach the edge of cumming, you slow down, and finally stop. You want to prolong the experience. Sam sees what you are doing and does the same thing. You both lean on your hands, panting slightly.
Then you get an idea. "Sam, do you want to see me finger my ass like I told you about? You don't have to do anything, just watch."
Sam nods, not trusting himself to speak. You lay on your back and keep your legs up. You dick rests just above your stomach. You lean your head and spit onto your left hand, spreading your ass cheeks with your right. Sam gets a full view of your tight asshole as you slowly push one finger inside you. You feel the warm walls of your ass as you wiggle your finger around.
You start to push in a bit deeper and wiggle around. You pull your finger out and spit on your hand again. This time you push two fingers in and you feel your asshole stretch slightly painfully. After a couple gentle thrusts, it feels good again and the pressure is really turning you on. You lift your head up for a second and see Sam jacking himself feverishly. Soon you find yourself wanting more as you fuck your asshole with your two fingers. The fingers start to cramp and you switch positions, getting onto all fours and sticking your ass in Sam's face. You reach behind you and slam your fingers into your ass, and soon you start to groan. You abstain from touching your dick because you know you want this to go on.
"John, stop!" Sam groans out. "You're driving me insane. Please, can I fuck you? I'll do anything. Please! I gotta try it."
You hadn't even thought of this, but instantly your mind is screaming at you, yes, yes yes!
You hesitate, your eyes wide. Then you spit a big glob onto your jacking off hand and turn around to face him. You reach down for his cock and feel it twitch as you touch it. It's warm and thick, and you know you won't be able to resist. You slide your hand over it, spreading more saliva on his already glistening cock. Then you turn around again and lean forward, sticking your ass in the air. Your breath is coming in gasps as he puts his hands on your waist. You feel a warm, wet, rubbery thing on your ass crack. Suddenly it feels massive, and you realize it's going to be much bigger than your fingers. You breath shakily in anticipation as you feel it strain against your asshole. Sam's breath is quick and harsh as well, and you feel the gigantic rubbery cock push harder, until the head slides. You groan softly. The cock is big, you can feel your asshole straining already. It already feels pretty full, but the cock keeps coming. Sam pushes in more and more, it feels enormous. You feel every centimeter of it, and you realize that it's both thicker, and half again as long as your fingers. Now it has reached the farthest point you can fingers yourself with, and it's still coming.
Your gasps are of both pleasure and pain now, and you start using your voice. Finally, with one last shove, Sam's dick is all the way inside you. You groan loudly at the last push. You feel invaded, it feels like a log inside you. It's hot and wet and you're enjoying every bit of it. Then Sam starts to pull out. You gasp again at the straining against the walls of your ass.
As his cock stretches the walls of your ass, a long moan escapes your lips.
"Ohhhhhhhh! God!"
Sam pushes back in, you feel his thighs press against your ass. You moan again as he finishes his stroke. He pulls out again and you hear him spit and feel a wet glob hit one of your ass cheeks. Sam uses his fingers and pushes the glob inside you. He follows it quickly with his cock, and soon you are panting heavily as he thrusts slowly in and out. After probably only a minute, your ass is looser, and he starts to stroke faster. He keeps it up for another half a minute and soon you feel him start to jerk and push in faster, regardless of your moans. With his jerky movements its starting to get painful, and you're about to ask him to use more spit when he suddenly pushes deep inside and you feel wet heat shoot into you. Sam is panting heavily and he cums for almost ten seconds. His breathing subsides and he pulls out with a groan.
"God that was good... I bet you liked being fucked in the ass you sick queer."
You're suddenly confused. Why is he angry, of all things? Then the realization hits you... he's guilty. He just had sex with another man. He's definitely feeling insecure.
"Look Sam," you say. "Think about it. We're on a fucking DESERTED ISLAND. Who the hell cares? We both have needs, and if that's what it takes to pop our rocks, I think it's completely fine. If we ever get back to people, I swear I won't tell anyone, ok?"
Sam sits there, thinking. Finally, after what seems like forever, he nods his head. "You're right. I'm sorry for calling you a queer. But I do have to ask the question..." he cocks his head and doesn't finish the sentence.
You laugh. "No, I'm not gay. But, after that... I might be bi, right? I mean you definitely turned me on..." you give him a wink.
Sam visibly loosens up. "Fine, I'll take that. Hey, maybe I am too. That tight little asshole of yours sure was fuckable, even though you're not quite who I imagined doing that with."
Your hard-on is resurrecting. Sam's dick is only just recovering. "Look dude, you got to cum, now I really have to."
Sam grins. "Well... I sorta want to try screwing you in the ass again. Maybe afterward we can get you off too."
You shake your head. "No dude, c'mon! I'll jack off first and then we can wait a bit, and then go at it again."
Sam immediately says, "No. Here, I'll make you a deal. You let me have my way with you, and I'll suck you off, ok?"
You look down at his dick. It's almost fully hard again.
"Fine..." you mutter, your dick painfully hard. Secretly you're insanely turned on. You sort of like him taking control.
Sam motions with his hand. "Lie down on your back."
You comply as he kneels between your legs. He grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulder. Your dick flops against your belly, then bounces back up to stick into the air. Sam scoots closer again and you feel air against your asshole. He spits on his cock and gives it a quick rub. As his dick pushes inside your warmth, you feel it squish against the cum and saliva from minutes before.
Sam takes it slowly now. He rocks back and forth, eliciting soft moans from you. You reach forward to jack yourself off, but Sam slaps your hand away. You start to protest, but then you feel one of his hands start to massage your balls. Your cock twitches. You're aching to feel something on your dick and your frustration and pleasure mount as he pushes his hard dick deep inside you. |