Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 23:39:46 -0500 From: James Branson Subject: Survivor Palau This is a work of fiction. Jonathan and Probst are not gay and this is not a reflection of their lives. Survivor is owned by CBS and Mark Burnett. Please don't pass this out without my permission. I really really want to hear what you have to say about this story. Please e-mail me if you want to see more, or dish about some of the hotties this season!! --- Jonathan wasn't used to rejection. A tall, blonde, blue-eyed stud, he had beaten testicular cancer in his early 20's. Survivor would be a piece of cake in comparison, right? Apparently not. He didn't even make a single tribal council. He was bumped out in some new team-picking twist while some old geezer who weighed about 40 pounds got to make the show. The old man was a great guy, but come on! Jonathan suddenly knew what all those scrawny kids felt like back in junior high during gym class. He was so upset he barely even heard the knock on the door. "It's open." Jeff Probst, the charming Survivor host, entered the room. Noticing the dark circles around Jonathan's eyes, he was concerned. "You talked to the counselor, right?" Jonathan nodded, dejectedly. "Need to see him again?" Jonathan sighed. Yapping and yapping wasn't going to make him feel any better. "No way. I just wanna be alone. Nobody wants to be with a pussy like me anyway." Jeff sat on the bed beside him. This was concerning. "What are you talkin' about? You're a hunk, you got lots of friends, you've done great in your life. It's just a game. In this game being nice and strong is a disability. In the real world, it makes you a god." Jonathan snorted. "Yeah, a dickless god." Jeff boldly cast his eyes down to Jonathan's black boxer briefs. Those eyes were so warm and sensual, Jonathan was haunted by them. "You know what I mean, Jeff. I mean...I lost a nut. They musta sensed it. That I'm not..." Jeff stared in disbelief. "Not a real man??" Jonathan's eyes welled up with tears. Oh those innocent blue eyes. Jeff fell in love at that moment. "Jonathan, you are a bigger man than half the bull-balled punks I've seen on this show. You took your defeat like a man. You ARE a man. You hear me?" When Jonathan sniffled, and began to push his face into the pillow, Jeff knew drastic action had to be taken. He sank to his knees on the floor next to the bed and before Jonathan knew what was happening, had pulled those tight black boxer briefs off Jonathan's taut thighs. Damn those thighs were just pure muscle. "C'mon, Jeff, I'm not like that, I'm not a queeeeeeee....OOOOHHHHHHHH" His words were cut off by the sheer pleasure of Jeff suckling his thick bell end. Jonathan was such a nice guy, even his cum tasted like candy. Jeff stripped out of his own clothes while he slipped his fingers around Jonathan's nut sac. Jonathan was surprised at the depth of feeling in his crotch, surprised at the sensations coursing through his body. Then Jeff stood up, and Jonathan stifled a gasp at Jeff's cut physique. He'd seen a lot of naked guys in locker rooms over the years, but few who were so truly flawless, not an ounce of body fat. And few white guys with a dick as floppy and thick as Jeff's. "Can you take this, Jonathan?" Jeff genuinely wanted to know. It wasn't a dare or a taunt. He slowly, seductively ran his left palm up and down his 9-inch erection, all while pinching his erect tits. Jonathan gulped. He knew the answer. "Yes. I'm a man." So Jeff, slowly but surely, fed as much of his reality host hog down Jonathan's virgin throat, all while he pleasured Jonathan in an expert way only another man can. Jonathan bucked his hips, and dropped a gallon of his fresh tasty cream down Jeff's experienced throat. Jeff pulled out in time to blow a huge load all over Jonathan's baby face. He would never forget the sight of that innocent, virgin face covered in all that white seed. Jeff licked Jonathan clean, their tongues then swapped and duelled in Jonathan's first man-to-man kiss. Then they cuddled, Jonathan anticipating what would happen next.