Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2001 23:45:38 -0600
From: Seymour Johnson <seymour.johnson@home.com>
Subject: Colby-Jacked (Part 1)

This story involves quasi-non-consentual male/male sex that will become less
quasi in future chapters.  It is a fantasy about the current cast of
Survivor: The Australian Outback.  No implication is made, nor should one be
inferred, about the sexuality of the cast, or their real-life counterparts.
This is a work of pure imagination that will be produced one chapter per week
until our characters are banished to the talk show circuit.


Colby-Jacked

	Sitting on a pebble by the river, Colby came to the conclusion that
he'd had enough.  Two full weeks of Jerri pushing and pulling and leading him
on had given him the worst case of blueballs he'd ever had.  He wanted
painfully to take her into the woods and make her scream, but what the hell
would everybody else think?  They'd both be voted off in no time.  He had to
do something to get his rocks off.  Something far away from prying Ogakor
eyes, and the all-seeing eye of that damned camera.

	He got up from where he was lounging by the water, and slapped the sand
off the back of his tanned and toned legs.  He took a minute to stretch the
feeling back into his butt and legs and continued soaking the sun into his
shirtless smooth torso.  "Hey guys, I'm gonna head down the river some and
see if I can find anything to grub on.  If Kucha can find a pig out here,
then so can we."  He went behind the shelter to grab his homemade spear.

	"Oh hey, I'll come with you!  I could use the exercise."  It was Jerri.

	He saw Tina and Keith exchange glances, and he forced a smile.  He
wasn't in the mood for Jerri's politics, and definitely wasn't in the mood
for her come-ons.  "Great.  I'll be glad for the company.  Grab a spear."
Fantastic!  Now either he was screwed or he'd get screwed.  How the hell was
he going to get rid of her so he could have some private time?

	The pair made chitchat as they sauntered down the stream away from the
camp.  Colby's need was getting more and more pressing.  It was enough to
distract him from the conversation.  Jerri noticed she was answering her own
questions, and reached out to touch Colby's buff arm.  "Nickel for your
thoughts...?"

	Colby kept walking, without turning to make eye contact.  He didn't
need the temptation.  "Look Jer, I want you so bad.  And I get the feeling
you want me..."  She took a step closer, smiling, reaching out to him.
Involuntarily, he took a step away.  A second too late he realized the
message he'd sent, and looked up to see the hurt in Jerri's eyes.  He reached
out to grab her arms.  She swatted him away, and turned away from him.  "Oh
God Jer, I'm so sorry.  I just--I just feel like I'm taking advantage of you.
Here we are in the middle of nowhere, thousands of miles away from
civilization, and desperate for any contact.  I just want to be sure, and I
want you to be sure, that this is what we want.  But not here.  Not like
this.  Not when we're a heartbeat away from stabbing each other in the back
for all the world to see.  Maybe back home, where we're in control, not
broadcast as some soap opera."  She was still facing away from him, but let
him caress her arms.

	Colby realized what he was doing and stopped.  "I think it'd be best if
we limit our contact until this game is over.  Because God knows, I'm getting
to the point where I won't be able to control myself around you."

	Apparently, he'd said the right thing.  Jerri spun around and gave him
a smug smile.  "Oh Colby, you're such a gentleman!  OK.  Hands off.  For now.
But back in the USA, you're all mine!  And God help anyone who gets in my
way!"

	"Do you want me to walk you back to camp?"  Colby offered thoughtfully,
but implying immediate enforcement of the hands-off policy.

	Jerri smiled, "No.  It's not far.  I can make it.  Just make sure you
bring me back something to eat.  I'm starving!"

	"I'll do my best."  He gave her his best Texas smile.  He kept smiling
as he watched Jerri's cute bikini-clad ass trotting away.

	"Christ."  Colby gasped, under his breath.  He had to get far from her,
and fast!

	He continued downstream, looking for a good spot to sit where he would
be hidden, but able to see or hear anyone before they approached.  He wasn't
having the best of luck, and continued downstream a good distance.

	A little further downstream, Colby heard a rustling in the brush along
the other bank.  He looked over and caught a glimpse of dark brown fur
running through the leaves.  A pig!  Maybe his intended diversion would be
the main event after all!  Three leaps and he was on the opposite side of the
river, chasing after his prey at a dead sprint.  It didn't take long until
the pig finally stopped, out of breath.  Which is good because in his half-
starved state Colby couldn't have kept up for much longer.  The pig started
to make grunting sounds he could only assume was growling.  He had cornered
it at a bend in the river.

	Out of nowhere, he heard a yell.  "Get away from my kill, Ogakor!"  He
looked back and saw someone running toward him in the distance.  It was that
cocky balding sonuvabitch from Kucha!  "Back off Kucha!  The only thing
you're eating today is my dust."  The pig must have sensed his distraction,
because it suddenly bolted, running back up the bank toward the approaching
Kucha.

	"Shit!"  Colby bolted after it, trying to beat the Kucha to the punch.
Knowing it was the only chance he had before the Kucha pounced on his kill,
he threw his spear with all his strength.  His football arm came through, and
nailed the pig just behind the shoulder.  He couldn't have asked for a better
shot.  He thanked God for his great throwing arm.

	"Fuck!"  The Kucha got to the pig just before he did and had slit its
throat, finishing it off.  Then he noticed the Kucha's knife, and the
bloodlust in his eyes.  He reclaimed his spear before the Kucha got any
ideas.

	"Hey, easy there, partner.  I got the kill.  Fair and square.  The pig
is Ogakor's."

	"You got the kill because I chased the pig three miles down to the
river!"

	"Like hell, for all I know you just happened to come along when I
scared the pig out of the brush."

	"You have some nerve Ogakor!  What the hell are you doing this far
downstream anyway?"  Colby blushed slightly, when he was reminded of why he'd
ventured so far from camp.

	"Looking for food.  Same as you, Kucha."  They finally both started to
calm down, as the adrenaline of the hunt began to wear off.

	"Right.  Sorry.  Look, my names Mike."  The Kucha said, extending his
hand.

	Colby took it, and gripped it firmly.  "Colby.  So what, do we split
the pig?"

	"Are you nuts?  Our teams would go apeshit if either of us walked in
with only half a pig.  How the hell would we explain that?  We've already
kicked a guy off for hoarding food.  I would say we team up to find another
pig, but this is only the second one I've seen since we got here."

	"My first."  Colby added.

	"So not much chance of finding another anytime soon..."

	"Which means one of us has to leave without the pig."

	"Alright, so how about we settle this like men?"

	"Dude, if we start throwing punches, we're both outta here!"

	"No, no.  Something more civil.  I was thinking Greco-Roman?"

	"Wrestling?"

	"Why not?  We look about evenly matched.  First one pinned goes home
empty-handed?"

	"Alright.  Deal."  Colby smiled at Mike for the first time, and then
extended his hand to shake on it.  They may be about the same size, but Mike
had at least ten years on him.  Ten more years of bumps, bruises, and broken
bones.  Colby neglected to tally the advantage chicken, ham, and plentiful
fish offered to Mike.

	"Alright then, let's find a clearing."  They did so, bringing their
prize with them.  A few more minutes, and they faced off.

	Mike made the first move, with a clumsy headfirst lunge that Colby
easily side-stepped.  It turned out Mike wasn't as clumsy as Colby first
thought, when Mike's trailing leg swept Colby's feet out from under him.
Mike was instantly on top of him, trying to drive his shoulders to the
ground.

	Summoning strength, Colby flipped their positions, but with Mike
facedown, where he couldn't be pinned.  With a twist, Mike sent Colby
sprawling one way, and he rolled out the other.

	Colby realized the going wouldn't be as easy as he'd thought.  Then
Mike's downward glance told him that his need, coupled with the close human
contact, was starting to get the better of him.  Embarrassed, Colby threw
himself at Mike.  It was just the break Mike needed.  He rolled with Colby's
tackle, and flipped him on his back, pinning him to the ground, and knocking
his breath out in one fell swoop.

	"You're pinned, Colby.  The pig is mine."

	"Damn."  Was all Colby could get out.

	"Sorry I took advantage of your, uh...predicament.  But all's fair in
love and war."

	"Get off me, Kucha."

	"Mike.  My name's Mike."

	"Get off me.  Mike."  Colby made eye contact with him, and saw the same
look of bloodlust he'd seen just after the kill.

	Then Mike smiled.  "Make me."

	"What?"  Gasped Colby, incredulous.

	"I said 'Make me.'"  Mike repeated.  Then taunted,  "I don't think you
can."

	Colby struggled, but Mike had him securely pinned.  And in his run-
down, out-wrestled, protein-starved state, he couldn't put up much of a
fight.  "Get the fuck off me, Mike.  You won your prize.  Now take it and get
lost."

	"I think I'd rather have what's hidden behind door number two."  Mike
looked down at Colby's crotch.  The plentiful human contact was having an
undesired effect.  Colby had a raging hardon.  Mike couldn't tell, but if
Colby's trunks weren't soaked with sweat, he was pretty sure there would
still be one wet spot.  Picking up on Colby's accent, Mike took a potshot.
"It must be true what they say about the only things from Texas being steers
and-"

	Mike didn't get a chance to finish before Colby started screaming.
"Fuck man!  Get the hell off me!  I'm not queer!"  Colby squirmed again, but
just couldn't find the strength to throw Mike off him.

	"Hey man, I'm not saying you're gay, but it looks like you have a
problem, and so do I."  Only then did Colby notice Mike's cock in high relief
in his shorts.

	Colby's struggles renewed, driven by panic.  This faggot was going to
rape him right here and now, and there was nothing Colby could do to stop
him!

	Mike continued, "Relax Colby, I'm a happily married man, but do you
have any idea what I've been going through for two weeks?  One of the girls
in my tribe is dating the QB from Boston College, and she walks around
wearing her Kucha headband as a bikini top."  The last comment brought Colby
down from his flight response.

	"No shit, she's seeing Hasselback?"

	"No shit!  And she's cute as a button."

	"I think I know the one you're talking about.  The little blonde?"

	"That's the one.  You have no idea how hard it is to concentrate when
she's around."

	That got Colby thinking about his own girl troubles, and forgetting
about the position Mike had him in.  "You think you have it bad?  I've got a
hottie actress on my team that keeps throwing herself at me.  Back
rubs...innuendo...I go to sleep with blueballs every night.  I don't know if
she's after my body, or using me for my vote."

	"So like I said.  I think we've got the same problem, and I think maybe
we can help each other out while we're far from the camera."  Mike could see
that Colby was unconvinced, but he was surely thinking about it!  He decided
to go for the kill.  "For good measure, I'll even throw in the pig.  Like you
said, you killed it fair and square."  With that, Mike pressed his cock up
against Colby's.

	Colby let out a low moan.  It had been too long since he's gotten this
kind of attention.  He didn't like that it was a guy giving it to him, but
hey, Mike said he was married, right?  So it's not like gay sex.  Just a
private circle jerk.

	 "Well, I guess that gives me my answer."  Mike said, smiling brightly.

	Colby's need for release, any release, overcame his better judgment.
"Alright man, but just a mutual jerk.  No funny stuff."  Mike sat up, pulling
his weight off Colby's arms.  When he did, Colby added, "And I walk with the
pig."

	"Deal."  Mike rolled back to a kneeling position, straddling Colby's
legs.

	Mike couldn't believe how he'd suckered this guy into jacking him.  So
what if he gave a little in return, he'd finally get his rocks off.  And it
wasn't like he was cheating on his wife.  It was just rubbing one out using
the tools at hand, namely Colby.


	In the bushes up the rise, Jeff couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He had trouble keeping up with Mike after he'd gone tearing off after the
pig, but he did finally catch him, just in time to see him arguing with an
Ogakor over who killed the pig.  He was about to step in to back Mike up,
when he saw the two shake hands.  What the hell was this?  Mike consorting
with the enemy?  The rest of Kucha would surely wand to hear about this!
	Jeff watched as Mike and the Ogakor walked to a clearing up the path.
Were they planning to cook the pig in that clearing and split it between
them?  No, they squared off against each other at opposite sides of the
clearing.  What the hell were they doing?  Then Mike rushed the Ogakor.
Fighting!  They were fighting over the pig!  Jeff shot up and started to
descend toward the clearing, in case Mike needed help, but Mike was just
manhandling the poor Ogakor.  I guess not eating for a few days can really
take a lot out of a guy, since the Ogakor had a body that just screamed
athletic prowess.

	Seeing that Mike was OK, Jeff settled behind a bush a little closer to
the clearing.  He wasn't close enough to hear what the two were saying, but
he could see that Mike had the Ogakor pinned, and wasn't letting him get back
up.  Leave it to Mike to gloat over his victory.  Jeff was about to get up
and help Mike carry the pig back to camp, but noticed he'd gotten a hardon
watching the blatant display of testosterone.  "I better let Little Jeff
settle down first." He mumbled to himself.  Unfortunately, that would not be
the case.


	"So are we just gonna do it here, in this clearing?"  Colby asked,
leaning forward on his elbows.

	Mike took a look around, with his hands resting on his thighs.  "I
don't see why not.  There's no way the camera crews could've followed us out
here, the way we were both running."  He looked back down at Colby.  "So how
about it.  I won the match, you make the first move."

	"I thought we were going to get each other off together."  Colby
started to seem reluctant.

	"Yeah, we'll get each other off together, but somebody's gotta make the
first move.  As victor, I choose you."

	Resigned, Colby reached up and grabbed Mike's shaft through his shorts.
	Mikes head shot back in pleasure, "Oh.  God.  Yes!"  He recovered from
his moment of euphoria and reached down to fondle Colby's nutsack.


	Jeff about jumped out of his skin!  Involuntarily, he grabbed his own
prick and started jacking himself in slow motion, gaping in awe at the two
masculine forms before him.  Both Mike's and the Kucha's muscles had swelled
from the exertion of their hunt and wrestling match.  Jeff could see both had
wonderful sixpacks topped with beautifully sculpted pecs.  It was amazing how
similar their bodies were in form and substance.  They both had arms that
appeared to be used to work, but not working out.  Probably because they'd
been atrophying for two weeks.  Their muscles and sinews were standing on
their necks, as they strained with each other's pricks.

	Suddenly, Mike pulled the Ogakor's swimtrunks down in one swift motion,
causing the Ogakor's cock to spring away from his body.  The Ogakor slid his
briefs the rest of the way off, and kicked them to the side of the clearing,
then Mike stood up to slide off his own trunks.  And what they revealed was a
sight to behold!  Mike was certainly not balding all over, as his full brown
bush attested.  Springing from that bush was an uncut, perfect cock of nearly
8 inches.  Jeff looked at the Ogakor, now that Mike was off him.  He had a
dishwater blond bush, and his prick was every bit as perfect as Mike's, only
cut.  Even better, the Ogakor had magnificent legs.  This was definitely a
guy who took care of his body when he wasn't tromping around the Australian
Outback.


	"Well, here we go."  Mike said, as he descended once again on top of
Colby.  He double-fisted Colby's hard meat and began squeezing and pumping
with a vengeance.  Colby lost rational thought for a few seconds, before
finally homing in on Mike's own straining member.  He grabbed it with his
right hand, and used his left for leverage against the ground.  He needed it,
because Mike was going at him like a champ.

	"Oh...Christ!...Mike...I can't...can't last much longer...uuhhh"  Colby's entire
torso was jerking in rhythm to Mike's ministrations, and his protests
degenerated into babbling.

	"Alright man, speed up on me to get me there.  I'll slow down on you
until I catch up."  It didn't take long.  All Mike had to do was think about
how he'd conquered Ogakor's leader in single combat and now had him at his
mercy.  "Ahhhh...Ahhhh...OK...Here we go!"  With that, Mike and Colby both
doubled pace.

	Quickly, they were both cumming in torrents and streams all over
Colby's chest and abs.  Colby threw his head back to avoid the onslaught, but
not before a spurt of Mike's jism landed on his chin.  Mike collapsed on top
of Colby, spent by a climax that had been waiting for over two weeks.  Their
combined ejaculate smeared all over their chests as they lay there, rubbing
their sensitive nipples and cocks against each other.

	Finally, Mike recovered enough to make eye contact, and realized he was
on top of another man.  He quickly rolled off and onto his back.  "Oh, fuck
man, that was amazing!"

	"Oh, no shit.  I've waited weeks to get off!"  Colby agreed.

	Neither yet had the strength to get up completely.  They were both
still trying to catch their breath.


	Fortunately for Jeff, he had cum just before the dynamic duo did, and
didn't give himself away.  While they spent some time recovering from their
sexual ordeal, Jeff beat a hasty, but silent, retreat back to the Kucha camp.
He marveled that no one even had an inkling about what had just transpired.
To explain his extended absence, he said he'd lost Mike, and then got lost on
his way back to camp.  He'd filed his knowledge of the encounter in the back
of his mind in case he ever needed a favor from Mike, or the Ogakor once the
tribes merged.


	Mike and Colby finally regained the energy to get up and retrieve their
swimtrunks.  Then they went for a quick dip to wash away the evidence of
their pleasure.  Colby was a little embarrassed about what had just happened,
and Mike could tell.  It gave him cause to gloat internally.

	"Well, I better get out their and try to find some food."  Mike said,
walking back to the bank.  "If I go back empty-handed, the Kucha camp won't
be happy."  He turned to face Colby, and waited until Colby's gaze met his.
"And I'll probably be around here next week about this time, if you feel like
getting something off your chest."  He laughed at his own joke, and saw
Colby's face turn beet red.  He reclaimed his knife from near the pig, and
started back up the pig run toward the Kucha camp.  He wondered if the Ogakor
would have the balls to show up.  He hoped so.  He had already started
planning next week's 'challenge'.


-Seymour

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