Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 14:03:49 EST From: Jonah Subject: Island Paradise Ch 3 The heat of the afternoon was oppressive. Carl stood by the forked tree and surveyed his group. Simon Wynn was clearly the most capable. An ex Scout, Simon might just have a few survival skills. He seemed to be the thoughtful type. Rory Thomson, another thirteen year old, was more impulsive than Simon. Rory's mousy coloured hair seemed to be permanently tousled: His gap toothed grin made him seem several years younger. The twins, Steven and Stuart, were ten year olds. Steven was his biggest worry at the moment. Carl suspected that Steven had saved his life, but the shock had proved too much for the boy. His mind appeared to have shut down to avoid overload, but Carl realised that his chances of survival in this condition were not good. He was also concerned for the effect that this was having on Stuart. He could not tell how close the twins were; were they - for instance - telepaths? but Stuart was clearly frightened for his brother. Eight year old Toby, the youngest of the Thomson boys, lay on a ground sheet made of discarded clothing. His legs were tied together ( one of them was broken), but even though his eyes remained closed, he no longer appeared to be in pain. He did , however, appear to be hungry. They all were. The time had come for some action. "Listen up, boys", he felt rather than saw five pairs of eyes focus expectantly on him, " there are things we need, and we had better get them quickly. Rory and I are going to have a quick look round the island - if it is an island. Simon, I want you to take charge here till we get back. Get Stuart to help you collect sticks and dried grass. Try to get a fire going on the beach, just clear of the trees. You'll only have about an hour before the sun starts to lose it's power. You must get the fire lit before then. Any questions?". Rory raised an arm as if he were in an infant school, " Yeah! What are we looking for?". Carl turned on his heel. "Come on!"he said, "I'll tell you as we go". It was hot work walking along the beach, as Carl explained to Rory how they must find fresh water,must find out if any of the vegetation was edible, if there was edible wildlife, whether they were the only inhabitants, and whether it really was an island at all. Rory was impressed. Carl could tell Rory was impressed because suddenly they were not walking. They had reached the end of the line of trees, and were about to strike inland, when Rory suddenly spun round to face Carl. From walking at his side he had stepped in front of the older boy and thrown his arms around him in a bear hug ( or should that be a bare hug?). Carl stopped, momentarily taken aback. The boy grinned up at him and then buried his face in Carl's naked chest. Carl could feel Rory's penis spearing him in the leg. He knew that his own erection must be poking the boy somewhere in the abdominal region. Very gently he put his own arms around the boy and held him close. His hand stroked down the boy's back a couple of times, across his cute little buttocks, and then back up to the back of his head where it remained - holding the little chap's ear close to his own lips. Very slowly and quietly he said, " if you're not hungry Rory, the rest of us are. Come on; there'll be plenty of time for that later". The boy let go as Carl spun him round, delivered two sudden smacks on his bare bottom then led the way uphill. They had not gone more than a couple of hundred yards when they reached the ridge. From here they could see most of the island. Yes it was an island. It appeared to be roughly sausage shaped they were less than a quarter mile from one end of the sausage. As the beach turned the corner it turned into a low reef behind which a clear lagoon streched almost to the other shore. The far end of the island was not visible because the lagoon was hemmed in at that end by the cliff face of a small mountain. The line of trees on this side of the island reached about halfway up the mountain at its sides, but could not grow on the steeper cliff face near the lagoon. Above the tree line the mountain was bare rock. The sun was already beginning to hide itself behind the mountain. "Now what ?" demanded Rory. "We've got fresh water at any rate," said Carl, "but we need food. Are you any good at climbing trees"? "Is the Pope catholic"? "Good because most of the taller trees at this end of the lake are coconut palms. The nuts look OK but it's a job to tell from here. I know we can't live on coconuts, even if they are ripe enough to eat, but they'll have to do for tonight. In any case their milk will quench our thirst, since we never brought anything to carry water in". It was nearly dark when they returned to what Carl had taken to refering to as "camp" - though it had never done anything to justify the title. It was easily found because a lively fire burned brightly on the beach. All four boys were close to the fire and were so occupied with each other that nobody saw the intrepid explorers return. Somebody had evidently moved Toby and his makeshift rug to be near the warmth. Toby was now lying on his side thoroughly engrossed in the task of licking the salt from the soles of Simon's bare feet. Simon - obviously enjoying this attention - lay on his back with his eyes closed. One twin was masturbating the other who, in turn, was playing with Toby. Carl noticed that it was now impossible to tell the twins apart. Whatever had been going on in his absence, Steven had clearly made some sort of a recovery. Rory grinned. "Don't like to interrupt", he said, dropping the three coconuts he was carrying. Simon opened his eyes: all activity stopped. "Found any food?" he asked, smiling, " because we did". Carl dropped his two coconuts and lay down next to Toby. "Whatcha found?", he asked, taking one of Simon's feet in both hands. He began gently carressing the foot and finally put the little toe in his mouth and began to suck it. "Shellfish", said Simon, obviously enjoying this attention, "mussells I think, or something similar. The tide washes them up just along there. They're quite nice cooked. You just put the shells in the ashes near the outside of the fire, and they open up when they're ready. We saved you some." "Thanks!", said Carl, moving on to the next toe. The others had taken the hint and gone back to what they had been doing. Toby had started on Simon's other foot and was sucking the little toe of that. Rory, whilst jacking himself off had started doing the same to Carl, alternating between using his free hand and his mouth. His legs were close to Simon who reached for one of them and began brushing the sand from his foot. He then began licking the sole of the foot, starting with the heel and working towards Rory's wriggling toes. With his free hand Simon also began jacking himself off. Carl closed his eyes and smiled to himself. Simon had perfect feet, beautifully proportioned, soft fleshy soles, shapely heels, lovely slightly curved toes. His big toe was large and fleshy, narrower at the tip. His little toe curved not only downwards, but also sideways, slightly underneath the next toe, causing a pronounced ridge to form on the pad of the little toe. The soft skin in his high arches was paler than the pink or orange colour of the vodal areas. He moved onto the next toe, noting that Toby had done the same. Carl was in heaven. It wasn't just the pleasuring of Simon's lovely toes. It wasn't just the proximity of the five lovely boys. It wasn't even what Rory was doing to his cock (the boy was sucking him full time now, and looked set to fill himself with Carl's spunk any second now). Best of all the boys were enjoying all this. Carl had realized that Simon had a thing about feet just as he had - so had young Toby for that matter. Simon also loved having his own lovely feet serviced. Would the others want to join in? The spasms started as he knew they would. He could feel the juices flowing in his cock as he moved on to Simon's big toe. Rory was gulping it all down, cum from his own penis flowing too (one of the twins was sucking it now). His wriggling toes were at Simon's lips. All six boys seemed to be climaxing together. This must be Paradise Island. In minutes it was all over. Six contented boys, ranging from eight to eighteen, lay panting in the firelight; the flickering flames reflecting off the naked bodies. Quietly Carl rose. He moved to the pile of wood and replenished the fire. It would need to keep in till morning. He noticed that the twins had moved either side of Toby, sharing their body heat with him. Carl smiled. No need to tell these boys how to look after one another. He stepped over them and lay next to Simon. As he and Simon cuddled he felt Rory come and lay at his back. he felt Rory's bare bottom against his own, and the soles of Rory's warm feet against his calves. This could be Paradise if they could only survive; and, as he lay snug between the two thirteen year olds, he began to feel that they might. Now the castaways sleep snugly in front of the dying flames. Let's leave them there till next time.