Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2012 05:58:58 -0500 (EST)
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: Lost in the Island

Lost in the Island
by John Galaor

Category: adult gay stories, oral sex and anal intercourse.

Warning:

This story contains Adult Material and is a fictional story of consensual
sex between a white young man.  If you find Adult material offensive, then
you may also leave now.  If it is illegal where you live to read adult
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Lost in the Island
By John Galaor

Part One.

He was shaking a little as he was awaking.

Sorry, Robert was awaking.  A young man of twenty that looked most younger
than his age.  He looked... a little too young, if you believe me;
Something like... sixteen?  Perhaps seventeen.  Robert was blond, had
a... rather girlish face, and had graduated in computing science in
Caltech; his uncle Nat paid him a vacation trip to Cocos Island to make the
boy get a little sun tanned.  Robert had a rather a milky shade of skin.
Too much work and not play made Robert a bore boy.  Uncle Nat thought his
nephew needed bad some thrilling and shaking; a little rough play adventure
to make him a man.  I think uncle Nat was right.

Now Robert, slowly was recovering his senses and began to have the notion
of being held in an unnatural position.  He felt some leaves like rubbing
on his face; tree leaves for that matter... and a branch that was pressing
on a side of his head.  He realized he was with his feet in the air... he
hanging by his back.  Something in his back had him in what it looked...
well, it was a tree.  A real one.  That was the reason for all these leaves
on his face.

Then, he began to remember,

"The plane.  I was in a plane.  Yeah, that's it.  The plane."

He recalled the plane was moving like crazy.  People was shouting.  And
then he remembered saying, "fuck!  The plane is crashing!"  He lost
consciousness and now he had awoken hanging on this tree.  So he was aware
of being alive.  "Fuck!  I did it.  I had survived!"

The young guy hanging on the tree was Robert Mendel.  Yes.  He was a
student in a technical college.  He was on a plane on vacation to Cocos
Islands.

He was all right in the plane, when he heard some... like an explosion,
then another.  The plane began to have some tremors and making weird
noises, rocking sideways then up and down.

He heard the words, "tight your belts and ducked your heads!!  It's an
emergency landing!!"

He remembered vaguely; the plane was in a pure crash course.  He thought
for a second "this is the end of this shit" and his mind was switched off.

Now he realized that his seat in he plane was... on the back of his
body... and he was hanging on a miraculous fucking tree.  He has saved his
life by a pure miracle.

Well... he thought it is a little less than a miracle... if he could not
find a way to descent to the floor.

It is too complex to explain it, but he managed to arrive to the floor
safely.  He was bruised and had some pains in several parts of his body,
but he was in a piece standing over his feet.  Then he shouted,

"Fuck!  I'm alive!!"

He started to check his body, legs, arms.  All was in order.  His cloths
were a little shredded in a few places, but in general were all in a piece.

Now, he was beginning to feel thirsty.  Well, the first thing now was to
find a place to drink some water... and get rescued.  Specially this part.
To be rescued.  Then it began to think of the other passengers.  There had
to be some people in need of help.  He remained silent for a while, trying
to hear the voices of some other passenger crying for help or something.
But he could not hear anything.

He thought then about a rescue.  But for all he could remember... the plane
was in the middle of nowhere flying over the Pacific Ocean.  Very unlikely
to be rescued unless the island were inhabited.

He took a chance at the cell phone, and there was not any field signal.

It was raining.  The rain must be common in the island for there was a lot
of greenery.  He had to find water to drink for he was thirsty.  All he
needed was to keep moving till he would find a spring or a brook.

He was slowly moving downwards trying to find a stream to drink.  After a
while the rain stopped for a while and he kept walking slowly.  He found at
last a brook and drunk.

Slowly he was moving down the mountain towards the shore.  If this was an
island, there must be some people living in the shore.  So, once there,
somebody would help him, give him something to eat, and make a phone call
to tell his family he was alive.

He arrived at the shore, but he did not find any sign of human beings.  He
was walking slowly on a beach without seeing any foot print of a human
being on the white sand.

It started getting dark and he went towards the inland side.  He had to
look for a place to pass the night.  He thought the beach was not the best
place to spend the night, because the humidity.  He thought about the story
of Robinson Crusoe and vaguely remembered he found a cave.  But he had not
find any and it was now very darker.

It was still lightly raining but there was not cold.  That meant he was in
an island with hot clime.  Nevertheless, the constant rain over his body
was putting him nervous, for he was mostly used to living indoors.  He had
never experienced a night on the rain, not camping.  He was always studying
hard to earn himself a better life.  Now, he was a little helpless.

Robert passed the night near a tree and soaking under the constant rain and
hungry.  He found no way to shelter himself from the rain.  Even if it was
not cold, being soaked all night was a nasty experience.  All this nonsense
about a tropical paradise was wrong, except for he was not freezing in
spite of being soaked.

During the night, all sort of bugs were cruising on his body, on his face,
near his ears, and all that.  He never imagined that mother nature would
had so many bugs.  Fuck!  He was missing his bed at home.  He should not
had accepted the invitation of his uncle to go on vacations so far.

* * *

The next day Robert started to search around to look for some fruits to
eat.  On most cheap novels about tropical islands were plenty of fruits,
like bananas, guavas and avocados.  The problem is that he only had an idea
about the look of the fruits in the supermarket, not about the trees.  Who
knows how looks banana tree?  What about coco-trees.  This one was easier
for they looked like palms.  He had seen them in the movies about tropical
islands.  He was walking on a beach bordered by a hard stone cliff, but
there was not any sign of a palm, around.  Coco trees have to look like
palms, but with big cocos up easy to see from below.  He went slowly
walking and the beach was soon changing.  The cliff of stone had
disappeared and...  he saw some palms in the distance.  Those must be the
famous coco trees.

When he was near, he saw... a native.  A man was up in the top of the coco
tree, pulling down some cocos.

After a while the man descended to the floor.  Once on the floor Robert saw
a tall strong young man, rather tanned.  His shredded trousers showed a
part of his underwear and a thigh.  And his his shirt was shredded on the
front showing a strong hairy chest.

Robert approached the man and they watched each other.

Robert realized the young man was taller than him some four inches and
looked quite attractive.

"You're... a native?"  Asked Robert a little unsure.

"Do I look like a native?"  replied the man.

"Sorry, I saw you so tanned... and so... high up... on this palm...
that..."

"Then... you were also on the plane?"

"Yeah.  I see.  We were both on the plane!  Have you seen any other
passenger?"

"No.  You are the first one I've met."

"Then...  I think we should present each other.  I am Robert, a young
engineer on computers.  I studied in Caltech."

"I am John, a surfer from Malibu."

They shook hands.

Robert felt the strong grip of John on his hand and winced in pain.

"You got the hand of a logger."  Commented Robert.

"Oh!  Did I hurt you?"

"No.  But... well, yes."

"The first time always hurts."

"What you mean?"

"The handshake."

"I do not understand."

"A handshake serve to check up the rank."

"What you mean?"

"It's like checking who has the bigger dick."

Robert glanced at John's bulging crotch and said,

"Then, it's clear who has the bigger rank here."

Then, watching at the cocos, Robert said,

"Are these... cocos?"

"Yeah.  You climb up this tree and pull down some for you."

"You mean... I should go up there?"

"If you want to eat, you must climb."

"I am not sure.  I can fall off and break a leg or something."

"It's your problem."

"And here... you think this is a desert island?"

"Probably it is."

"Then... there is not a hospital if I broke a leg."

"You're right.  No a hospital."

"Well, I think... without proper training... I can't climb up this tree.
It would be better if... if we... we make a sort of team."

"What you mean about a team?"

"A team to help each other.  I think I'll need a lot of training before I
could climb up this tree."

"So..."

John had an open shredded shirt that showed his wide strong chest.  It had
strong pectorals.  John had tensed them to make them bulge.  He wanted to
impress Robert.

The chest of John had some strong black hairs in the middle.  His nipples
looked thick and raised up; they had a dark aureole bigger than a silver
dollar.  Robert was impressed watching the chest of John.  This made him
stammer a little as he was saying,

"I mean... you look more... more like a... a strong man.  Then, I could
help you with other... easier tasks... like... "

"Like cooking and take care of the house?"

"Oh!  You have a sense of humor.  Well, more or less... yeah.  I will do my
best to help you, and you will help me."

Robert looked again at the crotch of John that bulged more than some
seconds ago.

John was aware of Robert checking on his crotch.

"You mean... you will be more... more like a wife?"

"What?"

"I'll go fishing and hunting and you take care of the kids?"  Said John
with a mocking smile.

"I can work hard.  But I need time to... to get it in.  You know?"

"You mean you take it in?"

"Oh!  I mean time to learn.  All I know is about computers.  Well, there
are not any computers here.  So, all I know is useless."

"Ok.  If I am going to be the man... you must obey orders."

"Yeah.  I'll take the orders."

John felt hot and stripped of his shirt and trousers, but kept his bulging
underwear on.

"It is hot."  Said, John as an explanation.  "Take care of this."

He put his shredded clothes around the neck of Robert.

"Eh?"

"Take care of this and mend it."

"Mend it?"

"This is one of your duties."  John said with a mocking smile.

"OK.  I will do it."

Robert felt the manly scent of John around his neck.  He was surprised that
it was so pleasant.  He never thought of himself as a gay.  Well, sometimes
he thought he must be a little gay.  He got not any hots with girls, but
admired the athletic guys in high school and college.  He was specially
impressed when he watched them naked in the showers after doing sports.

"Are you hungry?"  Asked John.

"Yeah."

"We should try to break those cocos."

"How we will?"

"Native people use a machete.  But we have not.  We we should try to break
them with a stone."

"With a stone?"

"Like a hammer and anvil."

"You said a hammer?"  Robert do not understood.

"A stone hammer.  Take up those cocos and come up."

"I cannot carry them all."

"Do not talk back."

"Ok.  I will try."

Robert had problems to hold the four big cocos in his hands.  They were
much bigger than those in the supermarket.  The cocos fell down several
times but he finished holding then with both hands against this chest and
using a shirt of John as a bag.

John was walking and looking for a place with stones.

Robert was watching John walking before him.  He admired the power of his
thighs and arms.  He was a real man.  As he walked he was inhaling the
clothes of John fuming near his nose.

Time and again he was inhaling the scent.  He never had experienced such a
thrilling before.  Not that he had not liked the smell of his companions in
the lockers and dorms.  But he never had smelled them so close.  It was
merely a male scent felt from a distance.  Robert never was aware of being
gay.  He liked the smell of those boys, but it seemed that all the boys
loved to be close to each other.  They loved to be together, even if they
often were speaking about fucking girls.  Robert thought the pleasant smell
of the boys was something natural.  For we were social animals.

As they walked, the beach was full of sand and there was not any stones in
sight.

After a while walking, they were approaching the basalt cliffs.  There they
would find all the stones they needed.

Arriving at the place John started to look for small rocks.  John started
to hit a rock with another.  This puzzled a little to Robert, for John was
not hitting the cocos, but other stones.  After a while, John has a piece
of stone that had a sharp edge.

"Here it is."  Said John.  " ·We had come back to the stone age."

John was showing a stone with a sharp age.

"The stone age?"

"Yeah.  And here is a stone knife.  To cut the fibrous cover of the cocos."

John took a coco and put it on a flat stone.  Then, with the stone knife he
began to cut the fibrous cover of the nut.  John was like sawing of cutting
the fiber of the cocos.

"You see?  Watch well, for this would be your tasks from now."

"You mean this?"

"Yeah.  Native females should prepare the food.  And this is a feminine
task mostly."

John was cutting away the fiber of the coco, and it soon started to appear
the more smaller nut that was inside.

When John freed to coco of this fibrous cover e coco, he began to break it,
with another stone.  At the end, he John offered a piece of coco to Robert
with a mocking smile.

"Take it, honey.  You must be hungry."

Robert understood the joke, and he liked it.  He was not offended.  He was
surprised at a thought that crossed his mind, "he is treating me like I
were his girl."

He felt a little amazed with this thought.  He felt like John was cooing
him and he loved it.  Robert admired the chest of John for some seconds,
before start eating.

He had lost the wristwatch with the fall over the trees.  It must had been
like nine o'clock in the morning.

John was cutting the fiber of more cocos, and then both boys were eating.

Robert could not avoid to look at the crotch of John from time to time and
it looked as it was bulging even more.  'Quite amazing,' Robert thought.
'It keeps growing.'

After they ate all the cocos, they were sort of fed up and John said,

"It is hot.  We need some rest."

The sun was a little high and it was getting hotter.

"Let's look for a place at the shade.  I want to rest."  Said John.

"Yeah.  It is a good idea.  I also need to rest."  Said Robert.

They walked towards some trees not far from the beach, with the floor of
sand.

"This is a good place."  Said John.

"Yeah."

They sat a moment side by side under the shade of a tree.  Robert
fascinated with the bulging underwear of John and got excited.  His own
thing was hard.  But he feared that John would not like to realized that he
was also a boy and had the same thing as him but smaller.

Robert lay also on the floor and tried to hide his hardon with his hands,
fearing to offend John.  Robert wanted his thing would shrunk back to being
smaller but it won't go down.

After a while, John was hornier than before.  The bulging on his underwear
was of alarming proportions.  Then... he looked sideways and saw the bulge
of his "wife".

"What is this you got here, honey?"  Asked John .

"What? "

"I see.  My wife has an oversize clit."

Robert felt a little surprised, but took it well that John was not pissed
off for he had also a hard member.

"It isn't hot?"  Asked John.  "Strip off, honey."

Robert began to strip off and let on his underwear.

"Stand up."  John ordered.

Robert stood up.

"Take off your panties, dear.  Turn on to see your body."

Robert began to turn on itself to show his body.

"You got a nice fat ass."

"Thanks."

John spread out his legs and said,

"Knelt down here, boy."

Robert knelt before the spread legs of John.

"Are you a virgin?"

"What you mean?"

"If you had been fucked."

"Why you asked?"

"You not look a great fagot, but a little gay sure you are.  How many times
have you been fucked?"

"None.  I've never been in...  I was scared of... being labeled as a fag."

"You've never been asked?"

"What you mean?"

"If nobody ever told you 'I want to fuck this cute ass'."

"Well, a few guys caressed my ass.  But I feigned not to notice it."

"You never been asked to get on your knees and suck?"

"Well, some did, but... but they were speaking... indirectly.  So, I
feigned not to understand them."

"Then you are virgin... on both sides?"

"Yeah."

"Then it is time to mend this.  I want a head."

"What is a head?"

"To suck dick.  This is called to give a head."

"You mean, I have to suck you?"  Robert asked hesitantly.

"Of course.  You've been hungrily watching my crotch all morning."

"I've been?"

"It's all yours.  Not any girl's is gonna take your place."

Robert never dared to watch the dick of a boy, fearing to become a social
pariah.  Now, in this desert island, he could not care less.  He felt free
to know how was a big dick, for his own was disappointingly small.

"Come on.  We have not all day!"  Said John.

Robert bent over the bulging underwear.  He inhaled deeply the sweet aroma.
His nose was buried on the tissue of the underwear.  He felt on his face
the heat of John engorged meat.  Robert felt like inebriated by the
experience.

"Fish the dick out."  Said John.

"Yeah."

Robert entered his hand by the slit of the underwear, and felt in his
fingers the hot member.

"It's hot!"  Exclaimed Robert.

"It's full of hot blood."

Robert made a great effort to take out the huge dick out.  But it could not
for it was too stiff and could not flex.

John was aware of the problem and said,

"Pull off the underwear."  Said John.

Robert started to pull them of and John raised his ass, to make it easier.

"Take all the way out."

As Robert pulled off the undies he was impressed by the sheer size of the
penis and stopped.  He could not believed it.  There it was! full of power.
It was way in excess of thousand Giga joules of energy.  Robert was
impressed with this wonder of nature; not like most of you, readers, that
had serviced some tens of them.  But a great dick is always a great thing,
and each time we met one, it deserves all our praises for it can stuff our
bodies with bliss.

Robert stopped in the middle of the process of pulling off John's undies to
admired the dick of John.

"Keep up with the pulling."  Said John.

Robert hastened to pull it out in a sort frenzy.  Then, once the garment
out, he bent over the huge penis.  He stood quite there like in prayer
before the image of a god.  He observed its form, the size of the head, so
big, the veins that bulged under the skin of the member.  Then, he was
amazed at its girth.  It was almost as thick as his wrist.  The fingers of
this right hand wrapped around the hot flesh, and his hand jerked it up and
down.  He felt like a glory in his hand, as he jerked it.  It produced a
weird impression on his hand and brain due mostly to the sheer thickness;
it had also like a wavering profile that could be felt in his fingers as he
jerked his hand up and down.  Then, he examined the black bush at the base
of the penis, then the balls.  What a huge bag of balls John had!  Robert
could not believe his eyes.  He was watching the real thing first time in
his life.

John was basking on the admiration he was causing on Robert.

"You've never watched one like this before, had you?"

"No.  Never.  I never had seen any big thing like this."

"You like it?"  Asked John.

"Yeah.  It's huge.  I cannot believe it."

"Ok.  It's all yours."

"Mine?"

"But you must be a good boy to deserve it."

"I'll be a good boy."

"Start to suck, then."

"You mean... suck?"

"Yeah.  Like a lolly pop."

Robert approached cautiously... his lips to the head of the thing.  It had
a dark menacing eye in the head, like monster Polyphemus.  He wrapped his
fingers on the huge thing and started to jerk the trunk of the monster up
and down.

John was patient and waited.

Then, a white pearl appeared on the eye of the monster.

"What is this?"  Asked Robert.

"A drop of cream.  Lap it.  It's very sweet."

Robert cautiously lap it.  It was really sweet.  He started to lap it like
puppy doggy while he was jerking the member to make it produce more sweet.

Robert was pleased that John's dick smelled so nice.

"Get it in," ordered John.

Robert engulfed the big head in his mouth and started to caress it with his
tongue.  He delighted in the taste and in the velvety smooth surface in of
the head.  You have to agree the head of big dick is the most tasty part of
it.  Robert was treasuring all these pleasant experiences in his brain.  We
all had done the same, isn't it?

While Robert delighted sucking dick like a lollipop, his hand reached the
huge balls of John.  The tip of his fingers delighted in the feeling, the
texture, the rough hairy surface.  The mind could not delight in two great
pleasures at the same time.  Then, his brain was passing from a experience
to another.  Then, Robert's fingers wrapped the John's ball sack and felt
its size.  It felt like like, huge.  Robert had time to think, the balls
must be full of nectar; like half a pint of sheer pleasure.

When, Robert was a while sucking on the head of the dick, John wanted
Robert to take it deeper.

"Go for it, honey.  Take it deeper."

Robert start to take deeper on the cock of John.  But as the tip bump on
his tonsils he began to feel a powerful gag that barred him to go farther
in.

"Try it again, dear.  You can take it all." said John.

He tried several times but could not go deeper than his tonsils.  The gag
barrier was formidable, making it impossible to swallow the whole cock in.

Robert could barely believe how much dick he had in his mouth, for it was
an incredible volume.  He was quite amazed.  It was the first time he got
acquainted with a super size dick and he had it almost entire in his mouth.

"Try it again, Rob.  You can take it all."

Robert stopped sucking and raised his head up, looking at John.

"Sorry, John.  I cannot take it all.  Each time it passes my tonsils I feel
a horrible gag."

"You can't?  Well, you had made an honest effort.  Much better than the any
of my former girlfriends."

"Better than all your girlfriends?"

"Yeah.  Any man know better how to suck dick."

"Oh!  Men know better."

"Yeah.  In my experience they are much better than girls to do it."

"I am glad to here it.  Perhaps... after some practice I can do much
better."

"Sure.  You can do it much better with a little practice."

"You are not joking?"

"No.  If you had a grade in computer science, it means your are good at
learning.  Then, to give a proper head must be peanuts."

John's dick had become less hard by so much chatter, then he said,

"Take it back again.  Now it is almost flaccid.  It is a good moment to try
again a deepthroat."

"You mean a deepthroat?"

"You must try it.  If you will be my wife, you must learn to take it all in
your gullet."

Then, Robert started a new session of head on John's dick.  This time the
dick was not so hard.  It was more... like flexible.  It was not so thick
either, then Robert thought he had now an opportunity to swallow the dick
entirely.

"That's great!  You can do it, champ."

"You have almost three quarts in.  Great! Is fantastic!"

Little by little, with a virtuous persistence, Robert was able to make the
dick to pass his tonsils barrier.  When Robert felt the pubes of John
ticking on his nose, he knew he had been able to take the whole member of
John in.

"Great!!  You did it, champ!"

John was delighted his new boy-wife had been able to swallow entire his
dick.  Only a few gifted gays were able to do it.

Robert pull back a little his back up to take a fresh breath of air.  Then,
he engulfed the huge dick back in.

"Great!!  This is unbelievable!"  Shouted John.

With the dick fully sheathed in Robert's gullet, he slowly made the feat of
changing their positions on the floor.

Robert was now on his back with the whole dick of John buried in his
throat.

Thus, John started to fuck the throat of Robert with slow strokes up and
down.  He stopped a second or two to let Robert take up a breath of air,
and he continued to fuck his new boy-wife throat totally.  He slowly then
slowly increasing the pace of the pumping.

Then, while he was on this, he was giving out cries of pleasure.

He knew that anyone taking dick want to hear about the pleasant results of
his work.

"Oh, you sweet slut!  That's great!"  Cried John.

"The best fuck of my life."

"Sweet tight hot mouth cunt you have!"

"Incredible!"

"Oh!!  Oh!  Shiiiit!!!  I'm cummiiiing!!!  Aaaaght!!!"

His dick had engorged and began to cum off directly into the esophagus of
Robert.

The new boy-wife felt what happened and it was amazed that it had been so
easy.  He felt on his throat the contractions of the huge dick as it was
shooting blobs of hot cream directly in his stomach.

Then, to let Robert have a taste of his cum, John got back his dick a
little and ended the ejaculation in the mouth of new male-wife.

He knew by experience that fags love to taste of male cream of his lovers.

John was was for a while cumming off for he was a great producer of jeez.

Then, he remain quite for all the time, his dick was spurting the last
drops of cum off.  When there was not more drops of cum pending to be shot,
He still remained with his dick in the mouth of Robert, for he knew it
takes some ten seconds or more to clean up a dick of all the slippery goo.

When John thought Robert had finished cleaning his dick, he quit it off and
rested on his back to rest.

"Do you enjoyed it?"  Asked John.

"What?"  Robert was blushing.  "Well, yeah.  It tasted great!"

"Tell me how it tasted."

"It was... very sweet, and a little salty."

"Tell me more."

"It has also some like... the flavor of... your own body... scent.  I could
like... smell you.  Your own essence, as I was tasting the last globs of
jizz in my mouth."

"Then, you enjoyed it?"

"Yeah.  Totally.  I am thinking I am going to become addict to eat all your
cream."

"Ok.  But we must be a good boy-wife to deserve it."

"I'll be a good boy."

"Now, I am thinking you have to make some sort of mattress."

"A mattress?"

"Yeah.  It is not good to fuck all the time on the sand.  I will give you
some leaves of coco-tree to make a mat."

"I've never did one in my life."

"You must figure it how to do it.  It must be easy for anyone with a degree
on computer science."

"Oh!"

"Now we are going to sleep a while to recuperate forces."

And with that, John fell sound sleep on the sand.

Robert took a while to sleep for it was too exciting the experience he had
fucking John.  But it ended, sleeping as well.

End of Part One.