Date: Thu, 02 Oct 2003 03:58:38 +0000 From: Bobby Reardon Subject: Survivor: Pearl Islands 2 You can see all the cautionary notes in part 1, but just as a reminder, this is fiction and I am not speculating on the sexuality of the men involved. Thanks for the e-mails, guys. I got a few, not as many as I'd hoped considering the sexy men in this season. Please feel free to e-mail me and tell me what you think. This chapter is still Ryan/Andrew. The next will have Burton/Shawn. And here's a link to Ryan Jr. popping out of his shorts during a challenge last week: http://www.hunkvideo.com/cgi-bin/webbbs/webbbs_config.pl?read=49146 00000 Ryan always heard that men gave better blowjobs, but he never understood the truth in that statement until this moment. Barely able to stand, his eyes half-shuttered in pure bliss, letting out low-level groans at the grubby stubble grazing his inner thighs, at the expert tongue circling his large cock knob. Ryan packed a decent-sized piece of meat, but Andrew had taken him easily, almost effortlessy. When Andrew deep-throated him, a smug, greedy grin on his dicklicker lips, Ryan moaned his gratitude, his hands twisting in Andrew's short hair. No girl ever stroked his thighs the way Andrew was, or slid her fingers up the backs of knees the way Andrew was. The pivotal moment neared as Andrew's long, nimble fingers danced across the firm, pale planes of Ryan's ass. Ryan shook his head, trying to say no. He wasn't ready for that. Anal sex, the ultimate domination of a man, fucking and plowing as he backed his hard ass onto Andrew's even harder, demanding scepter... The digits, so skilled, so demanding, slipped inside his hairy crack anyway, luxuriating in the moist anal cavern. They began to spelunk a clear path to his prostate. "I-I can't..." Ryan whimpered. He pulled out of Andrew's mouth. Andrew chose not to pout or or whine. He simply licked the delicious cream lodged near the left corner of his mouth and stood up. He had slipped his shorts off during the early stages of the blowjob. He moved fast, and before Ryan could even blink, Andrew was pressed against his broad back, his lengthy shaft insistently lodged in the outermost reaches of Ryan's virgin rectum. "Feels so good, Rhino," Andrew whispered, his fingers targeting Ryan's ripe-for-plucking nips. "You need to try this sometime. Taking it up the ass is part of what being a man is all about." "I must have missed that sex ed class," Ryan grunted, as he tried to resist the soft hand newly wrapped around his still-tumescent manhood. Andrew's hands were everywhere, and that damn beard was scraping addictive fire into the back of Ryan's neck. "Imagine all the reactions you'll get to having my cock, the ubercock, buried in your bubble butt," Andrew purred, stopping to bite Ryan's dangling lobe. "Imagine being exposed on national television as such a hot little cockwhore. The talk you'll get." Ryan's knees buckled. His dick dropped fresh pearls against the sand. Andrew took two of his fingers, sucked them deep like mini-cocks, and then spun him around. They were prick-to-prick, face-to-face now, Ryan's hands suddenly cupping unfamiliar territory. He had never felt a man's ass before, aside from the usual locker room slaps and pinches. Andrew nuzzled his neck in such a feminine yet utterly masculine fashion. Andrew slipped Ryan's wet fingers into his own tight opening. The odd mixture of pain and pleasure on Andrew's handsome face varied with each small twist inside his rapidly expanding opening. He whispered to Ryan on what to do. Ryan knew this was strange, knew he could be caught on this public beach at any second, but this was a purer intimacy than he had ever had in his life. He couldn't walk away even if he'd wanted to. Andrew broke their embrace and sat down, laying on his back. "Fuck me, Ryan. Please." The words were laced with strength, not need. Andrew wanted to show how much of a man he was, wanted to share that bond with his closest ally. He clasped Ryan's hand, squeezed gently, stared Ryan in the eye. Ryan understood. He lubed up his thick beefsteak as it glistened in the hot afternoon sun. Sweat flowed from their nude, chiseled bodies, increasing the simplicity of anal intercourse. With Andrew's sure hands guiding him, Ryan slipped his fat crown in easily. The glans leaked precious drops inside Andrew's cum-dump. Both men moaned at the narrow fit. "I never...knew that...it would be SOO good," Ryan gasped, unable to break from Andrew's laserlike stare. Andrew smoothed a hand down his hairy chest, pinching his nipples and massaging his light abdominals. His long, thin prong wafted in the light breeze, 8 inches of drooling dick. Ryan had never touched another man's penis before, but he felt he owed it to Andrew...and to himself as well. Andrew hissed at the callused grip on his prized staff. Ryan knew how to make the thrusts in Andrew's velvet glove with the methodical jerking of his meat. When Ryan lathed Andrew's purple head in the oozing pre-cum, his thick fingers edged near the slick piss slit, a jolt of raw sexual heat roared through Andrew's entire body. "FUCK ME!!!" Andrew cried. Ryan was in disbelief at how the alpha leader of their tribe demanding anal sex. He pushed Andrew's knees against his chest, his thrusts growing more savage, more brutal. Another slam, a slick meeting of skin against skin. Andrew's head thrashed against the sand, his hair askew, his throat hoarse from his cries. Andrew was lost in those eyes, every time he looked at them. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen..." Andrew rasped out in-between groans. Ryan showed his appreciation with one final pump of Andrew's near-bursting erection. Andrew exploded against Ryan's tight abs. He decorated Ryan's strong upper body with every ounce of juice he had. That brought a final spurt from Andrew's spent schlong. His experienced ass muscles clenched violently against their intruder. He pulled Ryan to him, smothering his mouth in a deep kiss as Ryan shot inside him. A loud, thorough orgasm that made both men see stars. Their kiss bruised their lips and cluttered their senses. They stayed that way for a few moments, the only people in the universe. No camera crew, no other players, no million dollars. Just two exhausted, sweaty, bare-assed hunks. That could not last, of course. Andrew gently slipped Ryan from his sore ass. Ryan stared in a mixture of disgust and lust at the load sloppily slipping from Andrew's cheeks. Andrew helped Ryan up, then used some nearby leaves to wipe his hands, wipe his chest, wipe his dick, and finally got around to wiping his ass. Andrew chuckled as he saw Ryan still staring, open-mouthed, at the sculpted buns Ryan had just plowed his no-longer-anal-virgin schlong into. Andrew massaged his rear end, smacked it lightly to show he was okay. He winked at Ryan, who couldn't help laughing in return. "Geez, 'son', you'll have to help the old man hobble back to camp." Andrew's smile was so warm and friendly. Ryan wasn't totally sure about what had just happened, but he knew their friendship had not changed. If anything, their bond was strengthened. He brushed a faint lock of hair which had fallen into Andrew's eyes. Andrew's smile fell for a minute at the intimacy of the touch. "Andrew, I can't really say how I feel, but..." Andrew nodded. Face-to-face again. Those rugged, yet vulnerable faces. Their hands exploring familiar private territory a final time before they had to go back to camp and play the damn game, play the platonic alliance partners. Andrew kissed Ryan's forehead, his nose, and finally, briefly, his lips. Their experience was complete, but both men knew it was just beginning. As they dressed, they saw a telltale white splotch several feet away from them. Too far to be one of their own. "Osten?" Ryan speculated. "I don't know," Andrew pondered, hands on hips in action figure style, as he scratched his fuzzy, pointed chin. "Maybe a crew member. Whoever it is, I'm not going to worry unless I have a reason to. Morgan is struggling enough as it is." They could only wonder... 0000 My e-mail address is Reardon_930@hotmail.com