Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 11:43:30 -0800
From: auto1264@hushmail.com
Subject: Men of Survivor: Chapter 2

This is chapter 2 of the story. If there are future chapters, they probably
aren't going to follow a thread, since I do want to write about other men
besides Silas.

I want to thank the people who responded to the last story, and hope you
and others send your comments (positive or constructive criticism), for
this too.

Survivor doesn't belong to me. Silas, Jeff Probst, and the rest don't
belong to me either. This has nothing to do with their real lives or
sexualities. The story does belong to me, so do not archive or distribute
without my permission.

Silas pressed his fingers against the cool, pasty label, felt the flat
taste of the generic beer sliding down his throat in a burning torrent. He
wondered if they saved the expensive stuff for the crew. Or the winner --
the winner he was supposed to be. Those foolish words kept running in his
head, the ones he had said only days before the switch.

"Write me that check...so damn STUPID!"

He didn't care if anyone heard the yell. Not like he was oncamera anymore.

He gulped down another wave of booze, lost in dark thoughts.

He'd come to Africa to win, and got thrown out instead...even by
Ethan. He'd put up with whiny, lazy girls, military nut Frank, and soul
sister Linda. 15 days with them, then Boran, most of the time spent being
looked down on, conspired against, seen as a dummy, a piece of meat to vote
with until it was time to vote him off.

And that time came way sooner than it was supposed to. The danged-damned
producers had broken the rules, without even telling him in advance. Part
of him knew that was in the "spirit of the game." The rest of him wanted to
sue for millions, like that girl from the island did. But it didn't do her
any good, only cost her time and money. Money he didn't have. Time he knew
would run out in 15 fucking minutes.

No options but to flash his grin, be a big boy, and take all that talk show
ribbing.

Silas chugged the rest of his beer, imagining all those assholes waiting
for him back at his bartending job, smirking while he poured them
draft. Smirking like that guy walking by just now...

Smirking like Jeff Probst.

Silas would know that khaki butt anywhere. Of course, Probst didn't smirk
at him now. Didn't even look at him. Just strolled by on the way to his
trailer. All the smirks and somber stares were during the tribal
councils. Probst had chewed Samburu out, told them all how stupid they
were, but he'd looked extra-happy when he was reading those three Silas
votes the night Linda left.

Silas wondered why the Jeff Probsts of the world got to host a hot show,
while the Silas Gauthiers of the world got to pour beer and make extra tips
if he took off his shirt for the night. Silas wondered if maybe he should
ask hotshot Jeff Probst why he got this job, why he's so superior.

All this anger swirling in him, Silas sat against the truck the camera crew
rode in, rolling the brown longneck between his fingers. 5, 10 minutes
passed.

"I have to do this."

Putting the bottle in the bed of the truck, he slowly walked towards
Probst's trailer, everyone too busy or party-happy or drunk to notice
him. He thought for sure a guard in front of the trailer would stop him,
but when he got there, no guard.

Sucking in a breath, he walked up the three small steps, twisted the
door. Unlocked.

"Now or never Silas."

Silas pushed the door open, shoving with a firm palm, expecting Jeff to be
sitting around eating chocolates and drinking wine.

Instead, he was standing, hand on right hip, in front of a table, other
hand clutching cell phone.

And he was only wearing a towel.

Silas unconsciously licked his lips, taking in the droplet from his wet
hair, gliding from the center of his broad, tanned back, down his straight
spine, slowly, slowly, finally disappearing underneath the snow white,
tightly wrapped towel.

The trailer had a blue couch against the main wall, next to a small
table. No tv, only a refrigerator, next to the couch.

Silas didn't notice the details, too busy thinking through his thickening
penis as he watched Jeff's firm ass in that towel.

"Yeah? You sure? GQ? Huh. Of course it isn't the cover. Yeah, I'd love an
interview. Sure. Next week's fine. Bye."

The snap of the closing cell phone woke Silas up from his lusty reverie. He
shook his head a few times, finally ready to ask his questions, not
noticing that body when Jeff turned around.

"Is there something I can help with?"

Those wide, hairless pecs, wet and pulsing in the light.

"This is my trailer. How'd you get in here, Silas? Silas?"

Those honey-brown nipples, spaced at the end of the shiny pecs, nubs erect
with the cool air.

Strong arms and flat stomach, curved with an innie navel, leading to a
treasure trail...

"...out!"

Silas felt the wet hand gripping his bare arm, and froze in place before
they reached the door. Again, he remembered why he was here.

"I'm not going anywhere until you answer a few questions, Jeff."

A determined, austere stare appeared on his face. Jeff only smirked, that
damn smirk again, even when he was dripping on the floor.

Wanting to show he was in control, Silas whipped his hand forward, ripping
away Jeff's towel. Expecting a reaction, any reaction, he was instead
fascinated by the low-hanging balls and long cock dangling and flopping as
Jeff casually walked forward, staring him straight in the face.

"What? You want back on the show?"

Silas stepped forward now, Jeff backing slightly against a brown wall,
never losing that smug veneer. He poked Jeff in the middle of his chest
with an index finger, traced the finger all the way down to the curly brown
hairs and 9-inch shaft.

"Why didn't you like me? Why were you such an asshole?"

The smirk faded, replaced with a deadly serious look. Both men stared each
other down, testosterone inching their thighs closer together.

"Honestly?"

Silas nodded.

"Because YOU were such an asshole. You treated people like crap. You
expected to win even when you'd done nothing to earn it. That's why you
didn't win."

Jeff's cold stare thawed into a cruel smile.

"That's why you're a loser."

Silas fumed, hearing the thump as he shoved the nude man against the
wall. He knew steam was coming out of his ears, but there was something so
arousing about Jeff's smarminess. He moved his face in as close as
possible, running his nose through Jeff's shampooed hair. He was taken
aback by the rugged beauty of that face, the laserlike heat in those eyes.

"You helped Colby. I wasn't good enough? I wasn't like Colby?"

Jeff shrugged, bare knee brushing against Silas's jean-clad knee as he
shifted, watched Silas grit his teeth at the unwrapped package grinding
against him.

"For starters, Colby had a great ass."

Silas snorted, his breath brushing against Jeff's full lips, his thumb
brushing against a soft, sleepy nipple.

"Jeff, are you blind? So do I."

Jeff laughed.

"Yeah, but Colby's wasn't between his ears."

Filled with desire filtered through rage, Silas barely had time to curse
before Jeff gained the advantage, reversing their positions on the wall.

"Fuckin' asshole sonuva..."

A forceful hand at the back of his head cut him off, a wanting mouth
pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Tongues battling, Silas grunted at the
sound of his shirt tearing, finally being ripped off his chest
completely. Jeff moved his head down, suckling the long nubs, grooving a
path down his six-pack as Silas frantically worked at the belt buckle.

Jeff's full-blooded cock scraped against the denim surface, teasing and
drooling as both men worked to free Silas of his clothes. Briefs shoved
down, Silas's angry shaft slapped his stomach, marking his chest with a
white streak.

Between his heavy panting, he was turned around, nearly stumbling over the
jeans bunched between his legs. Facing the wall now, he pressed his red
face against the cool surface as soft hands traced his back, up his beefy
thighs, stopping to inspect his buttocks. A generous squeeze of both cheeks
sent a trail of pre-cum oozing down the wall.

Groaning was beyond him as the deft fingers slid down his crack, tugged at
his balls from underneath, tracing the sac, and finally back to his ass,
spreading the cheeks. A pause for a moment, then a warm, concentrated
stream of air inside his hole.

Quiet for another second. Silas was about to turn around when he was pushed
back again. A brief rubbing, then a sharp smack. Then another. Slaps loud
enough to reverberate through the entire trailer.

"I would see you running around in those shorts, bending over, hiking them
up, and each time I thought about how bad I wanted to take you over my
knee. And now this ass is mine, to punish as I see fit."

Words spoken in his ear, not whispered, slowly muttered one at a time.

Silas imagined his muscled ass red and raw from the abuse. Felt sure
fingers stretching him wide, sliding into him covered in cold gel. His
erection, bent and kissing the wall, exploded, making him shake and shiver
as he clamped down on Jeff's fingers.

Jeff grabbed a handful of his hair, pushing him toward the
stain. Wordlessly, Silas licked, tasting the piney mix of fake wood and his
own cum.

Once finished, Jeff directed him to the ground, face pressed to the
carpet. A pillow was tossed next to him; he laid on top of it as his legs
were upraised. Silas knew what was going to happen, but felt no ambition to
fight back.

Cheeks spread again, with an appraising "mmm-hmm" from Jeff, practiced
hands dug into his sides. He waited, about to speak when the full 9 inches
slammed into his used ass. His scream was buried in the pillow, a throaty
cry as the long probe began winding inside him.

"Colby was much tighter than this. I...uggghhh...made him bark like the
prarie dogs. But he loved every second."

Stretching to impossible lengths, the spear drilled into his prostate,
Silas moaning and sweating at the hands torturing his nipples, the juicy
contact of hard flesh slapping soft, sensitive folds of rectum. His flaccid
penis scratched against the carpet, burning and swelling with renewed
life. Jeff toyed with the walnut-sized balls of Silas, his looser-skinned
sac flopping against Silas's tighter pouch.

"He'd look up with those great big blue eyes, dig into my waist, wait 'til
I drove deep, and then HHHHOOOOWWWWLLLL."

Silas tore into the blue pillow fabric, hazily jerking himself toward
another orgasm as his entire body shifted back and forth, drenched and
rocking against the strong, bucking hips grinding into him.

"I could do that to you. I might..."

At the moment close to completion, Jeff pulled out, flipping Silas onto his
back.

"...if you were Colby."

And he smirked, the final smug facial expression an unprepared Silas saw
before Jeff stroked his brown-stained manhood to full orgasm, unleashing
the hydrant spray in Silas's face. A full white sheet, blinding and
stunning him as Jeff decoarted his entire face like a cakemaker with his
tube of icing. Half of the juices dribbled down his chin, settling in his
neck, Adam's Apple, between his pecs.

Eyes glued shut, Silas gasped at the warm tongue flicking against them,
cleaning them of the stains. The warmth traveled over his godlike face,
down his stomach, finally stopping to engulf his flaring, rock-hard
dick. The quick deep-throating was all Silas needed to scream, lungs
emptying as seed seeped from the corners of Jeff's mouth.

Robbed of all energy, Silas was nudged from near-sleep by Jeff's hand,
clasped around his and pulling him up. Lips lightly bussed his.

The animosity, the anger was depleted. Jeff, grinning, ran his fingers
around the bullish neck of his latest lover.

"Guess it's time for another shower, huh?"

Silas nodded, licking a string of goo stuck on the corner of his mouth.

Jeff helped Silas step out of his clothes, and while at crotch-level, left
small bite marks on his thighs. They walked to the bathroom, apologies
unspoken, kisses shared, a confident hand on Silas's newly-branded buttocks
the entire time.

Jeff turned the spigot on, checking the water temperature. He stepped in,
extending his hand to Silas. Silas joined him, the steady downpour soaking
their hair and clogging their mouths.

"Want the soap?"

Silas grunted a yes. As Jeff turned around, he felt a warm body pressed
against his back, a thick tube of flesh nesting near his crack.

"Hey, Jeff...?"

"Yeah?"

Silas smiled his wide smile into Jeff's shoulder.

"Want me to teach you to howl?"