Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2019 00:12:32 +0000
From: jerricho <jerricho@protonmail.com>
Subject: "A Crash Course in Paradise! The Misadventures of Tobias Mathews" (Adult/Youth)

A Crash Course in Paradise
or
the Misadventures of Tobias Mathews


WARNING: This story contains a fictional and graphic depiction of sex
between a man and a boy.  Please do not continue if you find this
offensive. If you are underage or if this type of material is illegal where
you live, you should not read further.

Notes:
Story references about Colt can be found in the story, "Riding Lessons,
the Misadventures of Tobias Mathews".
The island is based on Clipperton Island.

Alex is `very' loosely based on the character Tal from the movie
"Beastmaster".  The story below is nothing more than my 2nd attempt and
exercise in writing erotic fiction. I hope you like it. Comments welcome.


Chapter 1

It's been almost two years since I took a vacation. The last time I made
time for myself, friends asked me to join them on a pack trip into the high
Rockies of Colorado. I had met a cute thirteen-year-old ranch hand -- Colt,
who had given me riding lessons before the trip -- if you get my meaning.

 Hi, I'm Tobias Mathews and they say that "...may you live in interesting
times," and I do, but they forgot to tell me that the saying could also be
a curse. Ha!

So, there I was at Denver International Airport, all dressed up in my
Bermuda shorts and a tacky orange Hawaiian shirt, off on a month-long
horse-trek into the Sierra Madres of Southern Mexico. I would be joining
the same friends that made the Colorado trip, and a Mexican outfitter who
would be guiding us by horse to the Huichol Indian reservation a few days
ride into the mountains outside of Tepic, just on the other side of the
Grande de Santiago River. Crazy bunch of peyote eating natives live there
they tell me. They've been isolated from Spanish Mexico for so long, they
still spoke their own pre-Columbian language. The Government had forgotten
about them, and the Huichols liked it that way just fine. The only thing
that made any money for them was selling intricate string art to tourists
in the nearby resort towns. "Alright! so now I'm sounding like a teacher -
I'll stop."

Naturally, when the airline steward announced the plane was boarding, I
couldn't find my ticket -- go figure. What can go wrong will go wrong, I
thought as I began searching my pockets and carry-on bag. The Ticket Agent
waved me to step aside and let others board. In a way, that was fortunate
because as a fat lady passed me mumbling something about `people needing to
have their shit together', I saw what her great girth had been hiding.

"Oh My God!" I mumbled to myself.

The boy couldn't have been more than 12 years old and stunning.  He had
thick black, overgrown hair that swung over his forehead in organized
chaos, curling up at its tips. It shone like the sea at night with strands
reflecting silvery light as he ran his fingers through it. The most
beautiful emerald eyes pooled his tanned face. Every hue of living green
could be seen in them. For me, those eyes reminded me of springtime, when
warm yellow sunbeams bounced off raindrops on emerging leaves.  His black
long lashes and nut-brown skin made his whole being alive like a young
fawn, casually wild - I was smitten!

 His lips seemed perfectly balanced for his face. A small cupid's curve on
his upper lip made my world stop as it brought thousands of memories
flooding me in an instant. Supported by a dimpled cheek that crinkled from
a smile full of mischief and youth, it made one happy in being alive; in
being a little more human when you looked at his face. He had a small
well-proportioned nose balancing his ears - which stuck out through his
hair just enough to reveal his age, but not `dumbo'ish".  Breathtaking
would be an understatement. Here stood a little brown demigod! Just about
five and a half feet tall, slender, wearing white denim jeans that hugged
him a bit too tight as if he were experiencing growth spurts faster than
his mother could keep up. He wore a grey long sleeve t-shirt with a picture
of a skeleton wearing a pirate hat and riding a Harley. The shirt hugged
him revealing small developing chest muscles and a flat abdomen with just a
hint of baby fat still present. Around his neck, he wore a beautiful stone
turquoise necklace... more a `choker', that made him look sensitive and
masculine at the same time.  Did I mention the ankle socks? Anyone who
knows me knows I have a few fetishes and white ankle socks on a boy made me
giddy as a schoolgirl with a cucumber up her twat. The boy's low-cut socks
fit comfortably into a pair of checkered `Van' loafers, revealing his naked
ankles when he took a step - he was amazing. If I had to guess, he looked
more European than American, almost Italian in a way -- or maybe
Moroccan. He was smiling, looking around while holding a small backpack
with a "Legends of Zelda" emblem covering it's back. He was the type of boy
that demanded attention from the adults around him, and passenger's eyes
flittered on and off him recognizing his natural beauty.

I kept glancing letting my eyes linger for just a fraction longer than
would be appropriate if anyone noticed. Sure enough, the boy looked back at
me unguarded and calm as I rustled through my carryon bag.  A flight
attendant snapped the boy's attention as she motioned him out of the queue
and spoke to him. The boy smiled -- nodded, and the two vanished down the
jetway.

"Sir, Sir, in your book!" The ticket agent pointed at the bottom end of my
novel. "your ticket. It's in your book," he said.

"Well fuck me to tears," I mumbled.

Of course, I was the last person to board the plane. I stumbled down the
aisle bumping seatbacks, trying to put everything back into my bag. I
scanned the seats hoping to get lucky and get another glimpse of..."His
Royal-Cuteness".

I wasn't disappointed, he was in the 20th row, one seat behind the
emergency door. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins as I
shoved my carryon in the only available overhead. I looked at my ticket and
my tongue dried and caught in my throat when I realized that my seat was
next to him. I heard my pulse drumming in my ears. Holy shit, a 5-hour
flight with this `hottie'? This was going to be interesting I thought.

Forty-four years old, and I still felt the same intense desire that I did
when I was 14 scanning through `Boys Life' magazines for cute shirtless
scouts. It was my curse and joy that I loved boys so much!

I closed the overhead bin and sat down next to him. I put my copy of `THE
SUBTLE ART OF NOT GIVING A F*CK' on my lap to cover my bulging crotch. No
reading for me on this flight, I told myself. I buckled my seatbelt and
glanced at him again. He was looking out of the window not noticing me. He
could have been on the cover of one of those glamour magazines for kids,
like the Italian one -- "Bambini" or something like that. Quite a
difference from the ruggedness that my thirteen-year-old Colt had been. He
and I had a wild and intense love affair if you can call bedding a 13yo run
away an affair, for almost a year before social services forced him to
return back to his family in Oregon.

The turbines rumbled to life and I caught a whiff of fuel as the cabin door
sealed, and the `pushback tug' began to maneuver the plane from its gate.

The boy finally took notice of me, looking down at the book in my lap, and
smiled at the title.

 I asked, "Are you going home or just visiting?" My dick strained so hard
that one side of my book almost stood on end.

 "Both I guess," he replied with a lithe and slightly accented voice.

 The puberty monster had barely touched him, and that made me even hornier.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm going to stay with my grandmother for the summer. My moms from Mexico,
but I'm from Denver," he said respectfully.

"And your parents aren't coming along?" I asked

"Oh no. My mom got a job. She's in New York to learn about it. She'll come
later," He said.

"Well, you're on a pretty big adventure then," I said.

"I don't mind." He said, turning away slightly, but I could tell he wasn't
too sure about his situation.

 "What about your Dad?"

"Oh, I don't know him. My mom said he didn't want to come to America when
she moved here before I was born. I'm supposed to meet him though at my
Abuelas."

"Oh," acknowledging him. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Alexis Miguel Reyes," he replied like a Mexican aristocrat, smiled, and
stretched out a tentative hand.

"Mucho Gusto Alexis Miguel Reyes," I smiled back at him, "I am Tobias
no-middle-name Mathews," taking it and gently squeezing it.

"Mucho Gusto, people call me Alex," he said.

"Alex it is," I replied looking into his delicate face, "and you can call
me Tobias."

I could have slid my tongue down this boy's throat, I joked to myself as he
began to tell me his story.

We talked about Colorado, and he told me he was disappointed that he
couldn't buy a season pass to Elitches amusement park this year and hang
out with his friends; that he played forward on his soccer team, and went
to Lake Middle School. He wanted to be a video game designer one day and
went to a computer camp the previous summer.

The boy really had the power of `gab,' I thought.

I told him about my horse and, about my horseback trip I was about to take,
and the ones I had been on -- minus the Colt part of course. I told him
where I taught and so on, and as usual, my interest in jumping this boy's
`bones' soon gave way to a real interest in his life, and I took the book
off my lap.

 Alex was to start 7th grade in the fall and loved anime. He was going to
go rifle shooting and 4wheeling every day with his uncles he told me. He
was so cute and didn't stop talking for the next 2 hours, and as you can
imagine, I didn't mind a bit.

We were supposed to land in Puerto Vallarta at 10:15 AM and it was now
almost 11:00. Alex asked me why we were over the ocean, and I leaned over
his shoulder to peer out of the window.

"That's strange," I said, "I wonder how long we've been flying over water?"

Last I looked there were no oceans between Denver and Mexico, I thought.

"Must be a detour," I said deciding to stretch my legs and go to the front
to speak with one of the flight attendants about the delay.

"You want anything while I'm up?" I asked Alex.

I was about to release the latch on my belt when I slammed back into my
seat as a loud "BANG" reverberated through the cabin. Yellow oxygen masks
came tumbling down, and I could feel the air being sucked out of my lungs
as a howling wind rushed into the passenger cabin. Alex was wild-eyed and
panting at the lack of oxygen as the plane began to plummet. He sank his
fingernails into his seat arms. Without thinking, I grabbed an oxygen mask
and put the elastic around his head, adjusting the yellow plastic cup over
his mouth, then did the same over mine.

I could hear muffled cries as the plane bucked and rolled. I felt my
stomach shoot to my throat like the downward side of a roller coaster and
instantly wanted to vomit. I glanced and saw tears streaming down Alex's
face, his eyes pleading for this to stop.

Fuck! I'm going to die, my mind raced!

 I should have gone fishing this year is all that I could focus on.

The plane began to tumble in slow motion. I wasn't supposed to see the
ocean where the emergency door should have been, but there it was. It
became deathly quiet as air rushed through the exit door hole. Alex grabbed
my hand and I squeezed it tight. The plane tried to lift one last time as
the `whooshing' of the turbines ached to come under control.



Chapter 2

It wasn't the impact that I felt, it was the heat, the taste of briny water
and itching skin. Was I dead? I didn't want to open my eyes in fear of
where I might find myself. Am I underwater? Am I at the "Pearly Gates?"  I
stayed motionless, my mind trying to detect familiar sensations. I noticed
a red glow reflecting through my closed eyelids, and as I opened them light
burned my pupils like a torch, making me squint as an azure blue sky came
into focus. Smells of sea salt and jetsam filled my nose, and the rumbling
of ocean waves crashing onto shore filled my ears.

I heard a voice, "Tobias, Tobias, you alright?"

 I lurched up screaming as a needle of pain shot through my leg. I shook it
like a dog scratching a flea. A sand crab had tightened its claw around a
piece of my ankle like a red-hot vice.

"God damn it!" I yelled, smacking the crab from my ankle with my other
foot. Alex stood grinning, trying to hold back a frightened laugh - ready
to flee if I did something unexpected. He was bare-chested except for the
turquoise necklace, but still wearing his now dirty white denim jeans. A
large elephant ear plant leaf set on top of his head as a sunscreen,
crudely tied down under his chin with a piece of twine, making him look
almost comical.

I sat up breathing heavily, coughing, tasting dry coppery saliva. I wiped
the blood from my leg as the sand crab skittered toward the ocean with part
of my ankle clutched in its claw. I peered through squinted eyes at the
surrounding beach. The light was overwhelming to my foggy senses. There
were yards of debris everywhere on what must have been a pristine beach.

A green canvas tarp had been made into a crude lean-to a few feet from
me. There were two dented containers near the tent, and half-ate fruit lay
in the sand. Under the lean-to, a pair of black and white checkered deck
loafers lay crisscrossed holding a pair of ankle sox in their mouths.

"Where am I..where are we?" I choked scanning my body for other wounds.

For the next several minutes, as I tried to get my psyche back, Alex
explained he'd dragged me as far as he could onto the beach. He thought I
was going to die when I wouldn't wake up. He had poured water into my mouth
and covered me from the sun with the canvas tarp. I had been on the beach
for almost two days, and the red sunburn over my shirtless torso confirmed
it.

The boy seemed to shiver under the hot tropical sun as he told his
story. He said that he had walked around the island and found a weird house
back in the jungle where he had found these supplies, pointing at the
lean-to and cans. All I could think was how the hell did we manage to
survive the crash unscathed.

I tried to get up and struggled to my feet, Alex's little shoulder tried to
support me, and I patted his bareback at his attempt. My stomach dry-heaved
what felt like a gallon of seawater out of my stomach but I was only able
to produce a retching sound. Well, at least I was alive, but it appeared
that no one else had made it.  I managed to walk the few steps to the
lean-to before collapsing under it.

"Better not go too fast," I said to Alex.

"Is there anyone else?" I asked him.

 He shook his head and handed me one of the dented cans filled with
water. I spent most of the morning drinking from it, and slowly eating the
fruit that Alex brought me. I couldn't believe we had survived the crash
unscathed, and I could see the remnants of our two plane seats lying tilted
in the sand like a wrecked ship.

Alex headed down the beach and slowly became a speck. He seemed to have
figured out the `lay of the land' while I was unconscious.  I watched the
calming green ocean whip waves onto the shore as sandpipers skittered back
and forth trying to avoid the incoming tides. The sun crested high heating
the tropical air around me. I squinted at the bright blue sky and watched
giant cumulus clouds form as I lay on my back on the hot glassy sand. I
seemed to be wonderfully suspended from reality as my mind and body came
back into sync. occasionally, I glanced at Alex's little shimmering
silhouette as if to verify he was real and still there. I began to feel
better and the morning's vertigo was soon a memory.

When Alex returned, I told him we had to find out if anyone lived here.

"I don't think they do anymore," Alex said. "I think I've been everywhere
and nobodies around." He added.

"Well let's see what we can do about finding some way off this place," I
said.

The beach turned rocky near the northern half of the island and it looked
as if there was a cove just beyond it, but mostly white sandy beach trimmed
the island's edges. A stand of swaying Palms lined its perimeter which led
into a denser jungle of green.  Exploring further proved more useful. Alex
showed me where he found a large aquifer and had gotten fresh water.

"Looks like a natural spring," I told him. He nodded quietly.

 The water was clear as glass and I could see tiny fish as small as rice
grains flicker near its bottom. This was deep I thought. I tasted the
water, it was sweet, almost fruity. We continued walking as my strength
returned. I wasn't in the greatest of shape but all my backwoods experience
in the Colorado mountains had at least trained my body to recover fast
after a long ride or hike. Alex kept a few unsure paces behind me as the
terrain began to rise.

 The Southern side of the island was on higher ground. Alex and I climbed
to a ridge and stood there looking over a canopy of sea green, grass green,
and bottle green tropical plants and trees. Birds filled branches
`peacocking' their bright orange, blue and shiny black feathers. I yelled
"Helloooo," and a colony of bats exploded from part of the tropical canopy
as the sound echoed out.

I could see the churning ocean surrounding the island from where we
stood. I had never really comprehended the vastness of the ocean until
now. I turned 360 degrees. The water stretched and stretched finally
blending into the horizon sky.  I was used to evergreens and rocky
terrains, of pine needles and rustling Aspens, not like here with its giant
leafed plants and endless desert of ocean. It would take some getting used
to this environment but my outdoor spirit was starting to kick in. The
island couldn't have been more than a couple of miles in any one direction
from where we stood and I noticed it was almost a perfect circle. I also
realized we were definitely alone, and would probably be hard to spot being
so small. The island that had saved our lives was beautiful, almost
paradise, but also completely deserted.

What a "cliché" I thought.

"I name this island the Isle of Cliché," I joked back at Alex trying
to break some of the tension between us.

Alex stood behind me still not sure how much to trust his awakened
companion and kept quiet at my remark. He's gotta be scared shitless and
still in shock at what had happened. But this little boy had survival
instincts beyond his years, and "fuck-me-to-tears," He had saved my life!
He had been alone for two days and nights searching the island and keeping
us alive until I came to. A swelling of gratitude and compassion
overwhelmed me and I put an arm over his naked shoulder.  He immediately
jerked away at my touch and began walking down the hill. I smiled at him.

 "Hey, you think you can find that building you told me about?"

 He turned and nodded and led me further into the mangrove. I pushed giant
leaves and branches away as Alex led me deeper in. I was sweating like a
pig on a spit, and the air seemed claustrophobic in this dense jungle. As
we passed under a blanket of tight-knit vines, something wet and clammy
landed on my bare neck.

"No! No! No!" I yelped, jumping around and swatting at it.

Alex jumped as well, startled by my panicked exclamations, and quickly
scissored away from me. He looked at me for a moment and let out a chuckle
that caught me off guard. The little tree frog had jumped from my shoulder
onto a branch. Alex went over cupping the frog and turned to show me.

`It's just a frog," he whispered.

I stepped back from Alex's outstretched hands. I shivered at the creepiness
of having something so alien latch onto me.

"Well, tell it to play with someone else," I said. "I don't do slithery or
slimy," I added.

Alex tossed it into the foliage and walked by me sarcastically smirking,
"Sissy," he added.

"What?" I asked. "You think I was scared?...How do you know it's not
poisonous. Huh?" I stuttered looking around to make sure no one else had
seen my frantic overreaction, "just wait till it happens to you," I yelled
looking back at the leaf in case the frog had come back and quickly caught
up with Alex.

He led me onto a vine-covered trail. This had to have been man-made I
thought.

As we walked, Alex pointed out a small cave worn into a volcanic sloping
rock.

"We can go there in case of storms," I mumbled to Alex.



Chapter 3

The forest itself had an amazing variety of vegetation, fruits, citrus, and
coconuts. I noticed `scat' on the ground. So, we have meat I told myself,
the hunter in me awakening.

We came to a clearing a little less than a quarter-mile from the beach,
Alex pointed at a derelict tin Quonset hut that I could have easily seen
from the beach had I looked.

 "Hey!" I said. "This is a `Qhut,' and I imagined `McHale and Grubber'
walking out. I chuckled to myself.

We stepped onto the porch, and I pushed open the weather-warped wooden
door.  Inside, its long bay was littered with old broken chairs, tables,
shelves, and cots. A huge hole in the roof flooded the floor with afternoon
light.  I started pushing things around to see what was here. After an hour
of scavenging, I had found a `war issued' first aid kit, maps with a
serpent emblem that read 5th Amphibious Corp, yellowing paperback books in
English, and plenty of cooking utensils.  In a closet, Alex found a
hurricane lamp and several dusty stoppered bottles that smelled like
thickened kerosene.

"This is all American Army stuff probably from way back during WWII I
think," I told him. "It sure ain't Mexican by the looks of things," I
added.

"Maybe this had been a radar spotting post in case German U-boats tried to
come by," I speculated, "I bet you there is or was a radio somewhere. We're
gonna have to look for it." I added.

 Alex quietly fidgeted around the room, occasionally picking things up to
examine. He had found the building but hadn't ventured inside in fear there
was something there he couldn't manage. I looked at the quiet boy and
realized Alex's white denim jeans had a long tear down one pant leg, making
it flap when he walked.

 I picked up a rusty pair of scissors from a jar of utensils and snapped
the blades testing them.

 "Come here," I smiled reassuringly.

 He looked nervous, eyeing the shears and approached me.

"Can't have you walking around with that flapping pant". I kneeled down and
cut away the dangling denim from his smooth thigh. Beautiful I thought.

"Might as well make this a matching set," I said, and crudely cut away the
other pant leg.

"There now, `we love short shorts'," I sang.

"Huh?" Alex said.

"Nothing," I replied.

 I threw open the wooden monsoon blinds on each bay window, flooding the
barracks with more light, and I set to work making a livable space for
us. Alex was quiet throughout the whole process. He mainly followed my
directions giving brief 'sure' and 'k's when needed. He wasn't the
talkative boy from the plane anymore.

Working most of the afternoon we had a relatively clean and tidy shelter by
the evening. I built a makeshift fire pit, fueling it with broken chair
arms and wooden legs from a broken table. I found a couple of `flint &
steel' strikers in one of the drawers of an Army desk to light the
wood. The fire that night lulled me and quieted my terrified-spirit.

 "I think I can do this. I think I can keep us alive," I whispered to
myself, looking at the boy next to me.

My hand found Alex's arm and I patted it gently as we watched the flames
leap into a star-filled night.  Sounds of ocean waves broke in the
distance. Alex didn't pull away from me!

The first few nights it rained, partially flooding the Qhut from the hole
in the roof. Alex and I had repaired two of the cots to keep us off the
ground and found several mosquito nets that we tented over the cots. We
covered the roof hole with a tarp only to find it blown away in the
morning. The nights were filled with nocturnal songs, and I could hear what
sounded like scampering claws running across the wooden floor of the
barracks. "Lizards", I thought or at least they better be - trying not to
think of anything worse.

Our days were spent gathering food and I taught Alex how to build a fishing
weir, and how to set snares and deadfall traps along the animal trails I
had scouted.

On the fourth day, we managed to catch three fish in one of the weirs and
devoured them that night, feeding the needle boned skeletons to the fire.

"I thought I saw boar tracks when we were fishing," I told Alex. "We should
try and catch one," I added sharpening a broken broom handle into a spear.

I imagined we must have looked like a scene from "The Lord of the Flies" at
that moment, and the irony was not lost on me, as I asked Alex, "you got
the conch?" Naturally, my creative alliterative comment was met with
uninterest by Alex.

Over the days, the mornings kept us busy bettering our circumstance and the
afternoons were spent at the cove that we saw when searching the island. It
was perfect for swimming and watching for passing ships. The midday sun
gave us little energy to do much else as the heat hovered in the hundreds
so swimming became a regular event in the afternoon. We continued to
improve our home by fixing broken and decaying things and removing vines
that had crept through the floorboards, and I would make Alex throw away
the occasional animal carcass or insect we stumbled across.

"I thought you was a hunter or something," he asked holding the tail of a
mummified iguana and chucking it through one of the open windows.

"Well, we all have our crosses to bear," I said sarcastically.

"Whatever that means," he replied kicking his checkered loafers off and
throwing them onto his mattress. "Let's go swimming. It's hot," he said.



 We discovered a `dump' that the soldiers had used for their trash. the
remnants of an unusable latrine sat adjacent to it. We found lengths of
rope, pages of magazines, and empty cans and bottles from a bygone era but
no radio.  We had never noticed, but the back door to the Qhut was jammed
shut. When we went around back to look, we found that sheets of tin and a
sand-filled 50-gallon oil drum had been stacked against the door. A box of
copper tubing had been meticulously wrapped and stored next to several
crates of empty `bale wire swing cap' beer bottles -- most of which had
been broken. There was a sheet of yellow and tattered paper pasted on the
oil drum. Reading the faded blue ballpoint ink, I realized it was a
recipe. I stood up and smiled at Alex.

"You know what this is," I asked him.

"How should I know? Looks like a bunch of junk to me," He replied.

"Oh no, oh no my young friend. This is a 100%, vintage, homemade, 1940's
moonshine still," I laughed.

"What's a still? And what's moonshine?" He asked kicking the box with the
tip of his toe.

"It's how you make whiskey, and that is the recipe written on that drum
right there." I gleefully pointed.

 "Those soldiers must have had a lot of time on their hands being at this
outpost all by themselves. Bet they had some terrific parties though," I
laughed.



I stopped working on the repairs in the barracks, and happily spent the
rest of the day assembling the still. Alex would wander off and come back
to see how I was doing. I could tell he wasn't impressed.

"Wadda we need whiskey for anyways. You gonna get drunk?" He questioned.

"Hey, it can be used for other things, like disinfecting wounds and killing
off those nasty sand lice that have been eating us. Don't just stand there,
start collecting fruit Alex. Any type will do. We gotta fill this barrel
with it." I said.

Alex left with an empty wooden crate as I finished my DIY project. I was
proud of how well I had assembled it. Alex had collected enough bananas,
mangoes, and cassavas to fill half of the 50-gallon drum. I had him start
adding the water from coconuts as I brought fresh water to fill the tank
almost full.

"Why all you adults always want to drink whiskey. Why don't you just smoke
weed?" he asked mischievously.

"Alex we are not making whiskey. We...," I pointed a finger to the sky,
"are making fruit brandy," I said walking back into the Qhut. I turned
around, "...and don't smoke weed. It'll rot your brain," I laughed, "...and
bring some of those tin sheets to the front. I'll repair the roof with
them," I added.



Chapter 4

Fixing the rusty arched roof took longer than expected and was
exhausting. We had both lost our shirts in the crash, and I kept an eye on
us that we didn't overwork ourselves or remain under the sun too
long. working bare-chested in all this tropical heat was a sure recipe for
heatstroke. I had noticed Alex's back and chest had turned a dark rosy red
as had mine and I anticipated that swathes of dried skin would start
peeling from our bodies any day now. He's going to be really browned I
thought. A pair of light blue boxers poked above his `not so white denim'
shorts, and I felt something for this boy who had become my unintentional
guardian angel.  I took a moment and watched his half-naked body move as he
climbed up and down the ladder with a chaotic boyishness as he handed me
repair items.

"I can work with this," I thought.

Finishing, I looked at Alex's sweat glistened face and said, "let's go for
a swim."

"Good idea," he smiled.

 I climbed down and we began to walk the path to the cove. It was an easy
trek and the trail was cool, protected from the sun by large genip, mango
and tamarind trees. As we got closer to the beach, they thinned giving way
to umbrellaed sea grape trees and coconut palms.

The diamond green water looked cool and inviting that afternoon. Alex ran
up beside me as I stood on a large smooth rock jutting out over the
water. I took off my Bermudas and stood there buck naked. I knew it would
shock Alex, but what better way to initiate a boy to a man's anatomy than
by just showing it.  I'm not the biggest gunslinger in town or very hairy,
but I always considered myself relatively good looking, and at least showed
some muscle definition. I use to think, I could probably fuck `me' if ever
I were to meet myself -- I chuckled.

Alex stared at me wide-eyed at my naked body.  My six-inch dick dangled
from a short bush of pubes. My torso sported just enough chest hairs not to
make me look like a `Ken Doll'. I put my hands on my hips posing for Alex
and smiled.

"Well, might as well go `George of the Jungle'" I laughed.

Alex grinned at my joke and averted his eyes and unfasten his jean shorts,
stepping out of them and his loafers, but not ready to remove his baby blue
boxers. He stood there smooth and semi-naked, Turquoise necklace almost
matching his shorts. What a beautiful sight. A young brown Narcissus
juxtaposed against the green of the jungle. I always had a thing for Latino
boys, and Alex standing there so cinnamon hued with his blue-green collar
and shorts started my erection. I quickly turned and dove into the cove to
extinguish it. The cool water enveloped me like a glove. Refreshing my
senses, I splashed about as Alex followed me in.  He seemed to be coming
out of his shell, and before long we were screaming and yelling every cuss
word in the book as we splashed and swam.

 The water was like a restorative for each of us, and for the moment all
our worries dissolved.

Alex swam up to me not too concerned that I was naked.

"I'm glad you didn't die," he said tentatively touching my arm.

"I am too," I replied, putting my hand on his wet shoulder. "And thank you
for saving my life. I owe you big time," I added, cupping the back of his
head.

Deep down, something welled up inside of me like the `Grinch' on Christmas
morning. I could fall in love with this boy I thought. We didn't say
anything for several moments. It was as if curtains were dropping from
between us as we smiled at each other, and I thought how lucky we were
compared to all those people who hadn't made it onto this beautiful place.



We had left the fermenting fruits in the barrel for four days in the open
sun, and thick bubbles popped the surface of the sickly sweet-smelling
mixture. Natural yeast had invaded the mash and fermentation had begun. I
explained to Alex the yeast was pooping that most precious shit called
alcohol.

Two days later the cauldron became quiet and I knew it was time for the
next step. I placed the metal lid on the barrel and lit the fire pit. I had
Alex fill a bucket with water to submerge the copper tubing to cool the
steam and condense it into liquid. It took hours before we saw the first
drop drip from the tube's opening. In the meantime, we checked our traps
and managed to catch a `Nutria' like animal for dinner.

When we got back, the drops had turned into a dribble, and as we finished
roasting our `varmint' one bowl had filled to its brim. I tasted it and
winced as the 100-proof alcohol burned my tongue.

"You want to try it?" I asked smiling slyly at Alex. He mirrored me and
almost gagged at the potency of the `shine'.

"Shit Tobias that's `wrank'!" He snarled.

As the moonshine filled a second pan, we ate our catch and I nursed the
fire, hoping that the barrel wouldn't explode.

 Alex sat next to me with his knees to his chin as we watched a tropical
tangerine sun being swallowed by the ocean. I ran my hand over Alex's
bareback, messaging it as the fire crackled.



Chapter 5

Twenty-one days had passed since our plane had fallen out of the sky and
onto this perfect paradise. My traps had provided us with some meat and
plenty of fish. Alex had become much more talkative, trusting, and happier
as the days went, and he began chatting my ear off whenever he had the
opportunity.

I had decided for us to spell out `SOS' in the sand with fallen palm logs
in case a plane flew over. We began dragging trunks from the underbrush
when Alex went into one of his rants, and I quickly found out more than I
wanted to about DC comic book heroes, and how he didn't like the Marvel
heroes as much.

"You know my favorite is Batman," He reminded me. "He's so much cooler than
the others."

"Oh really?" I said.

"Yup, he doesn't have any superpowers. That's what I like about him," he
said.

"Uhuh," I replied.

"He just uses his brain and strength to defeat his enemies," He said.

"Uhuh," I replied.

"He's a billionaire you know so he has all the money to build things like
Tony Stark does, but he's not such an asshole," he said rolling a trunk to
finish the letter `O'.

"You think?" I asked.

"Yea, he wears that black bat suit because he has a fear of bats and so his
enemies can't see him in the dark,"

"Uhuh," I replied.

"He had like 5 Robins to help him, he added.

"But most of them died," he said

"Right," I said trying to ignore him.

The boy was on automatic I thought, talking a mile a minute while we
worked. I really didn't mind but he sure could go on about things.

"You ever wonder why Robin always wore a red and yellow suit?" He asked.

"Nope," I replied, pulling another log.

"It's probably why most of them got killed. They were wearing bright suits
so the bad guys could see them easier." He added

"Yup seems right to me," I said finishing the last "S".

"One of them was called `Night Wing', he added, "He wore a black suit too
and didn't get killed."

"I see," I said.

"He's my favorite Robin," Alex added.

Alex continued to come out of his shell and shock more and more over the
days that followed. He was always giggling at the dumbest things and once
choked with laughter when he saw a crab dragging the leg of a dead gull
towards the ocean - "go figure!". He was naturally inquisitive to a fault,
and I had to reign him back several times when his curiosity got him too
close to a rocky edge or he started poking a stick into an unknown
burrow. Occasionally, he would bring back some insect or small animal he
caught and asked me a million questions about it. On several occasions, he
would place the thing on my shoulder to see my reaction. I never
disappointed him, almost breaking a finger once, swatting at a jungle vole
he had set on my shoulder. He would laugh himself silly at my reactions. I
enjoyed having this beautiful boy going on his adventures, but I was
terrified that he would bring back something poisonous to share with me.

We fell into a routine - checking the logs we laid on the beach, checking
the fish weirs and traps, filling the water cans and so on. We were
becoming close, Alex and I, and we started to feel comfortable with each
other's personalities. When he was bored, Alex would run up behind me
lightly scratching my back and kneading my shoulders knowing how much I
loved back massages, and I would run my fingers through his sleek long hair
which always turned into a wrestling match when I pulled it too hard.

Alex's beautiful skin continued bronzing, and dry flakes began peeling off
of him like a leper. I had made a rasp from the arm of a metal chair and
used it to shred the pulp from coconuts. I boiled the meat until oil pooled
on top and skimmed the oil into baby food jars I had found in the pit. I
didn't ask myself how or why those soldiers had baby food with them, but I
used most of the oil to fry fish and vegetables. I kept some for Alex's
sunburned skin. It was innocent at first, but I felt like a complete `perv'
messaging the fragrant lotion over Alex's sexy little torso, but at least I
was a happy perv and so was Alex.

We became quite the survivalists and I planned on trying my luck at making
soap and began saving the ash from our cooking fires.


Chapter 6

One morning I woke without him in his cot. I got myself up and decided to
walk down to the cove and take a quick bath. As I approached, I saw Alex on
the cove's cliff. I was still far enough away that Alex hadn't heard me,
but I could see him lying on the rock wet and completely naked. The soles
of his feet were touching each other forming his legs into a diamond
shape. He was `fapping' his young cock like a plunger in a clogged
toilet. I chuckled at the sight. I must have arrived just as he was
climaxing because I saw his back arch a little and spittle of clear semen
pulsed from his 4-inch cock, landing on his stomach. I instantly became
aroused, and watched this naked boy play with his spent semen, smacking the
slime between his finger and thumb. His dick continued to quiver and relax
as he smeared circles on his flat abdomen. I noticed how the sun had
browned his torso and legs to a nutty hue, but he was still creamy white
where his boxer's had protected him, making him look as if he were still
wearing his white denim shorts -- the ones he had discarded days ago in
favor of his much lighter and cooler sheer blue boxers. He finally stood
and I could see his two perfect little ass cheeks and imagined how sensuous
it would feel to burrow between them - entering his young teen body. Alex
slipped into his shorts and dove into the water.

I approached the cove waving as Alex surfaced.

 "Good morning, how's it going," I said.

He waved back and dove under. I splashed in and Alex surfaced in front of
me with the cutest grin I had ever seen. God, I wanted this boy so bad.

"How are you?" I asked. "You sleep well?"

As he reached me Alex looked down then up at my face.

 "Can I ask you something Tobias?" he asked

"Sure," I replied.

"Are we ever going to be rescued?" he looked into my eyes, water trailing
down the contours of his smooth face.

"Well, I sure hope so...you must be homesick really bad huh?" I asked.

"I guess," he said unconvincingly.

"Wait," I replied, "You are missing home, your grandma...right?"

"I don't think it's so bad here. Do you?" Alex asked.

I smiled.

"Well it sure is beautiful here, but do you really want to hang out here
with this old dude? Don't you miss visiting your grandma and..."

before I completed my sentence, Alex had jumped from the water and into my
arms wrapping his legs around my waist and interlocking his fingers around
the back of my neck. I couldn't help but reach under him and hold each of
his little butt cheeks in my hands for support. They were like two soft
`bolillos' from the Mercado I shopped at back in Denver. He had to be
feeling my boner against his stomach and crotch, but I was aware that his
dick wasn't reciprocating probably due to his recent expulsion.  The feel
of his body against mine made me ache to make love to this boy. Alex's face
was just inches from mine and I wanted to kiss him...to slide my tongue
into that beautiful little mouth.

"You're not old. You're my friend." He said touching his forehead to
mine. It was such a cute and innocent gesture, but I knew that there was
great meaning behind his actions. A boy knows when an adult was truly
taking a liking to him and feels safe to explore new dimensions of his
personality. Alex had disarmed my foil and established himself with his
words and actions, for the moment at least, he was in control.

Wow! I thought, and I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Ha-ha, gross," he halfheartedly said.

"Well, thanks. You're my friend too!" I replied

He was still holding me looking at me quizzically as if knowing he could
venture further, and I was willing to succumb to his lead.

"You married Tobias?" He asked.

"And here come the questions again. Someone must have made a deposit in
your word bank last night," I laughed.

 "But no, I'm not," I replied. "...Why? You want the job?" I added,
regaining the footing in the conversation.

Alex looked at me with a sly smile.

I gotta be honest with you buddy, I play for both teams. You know what that
means?"

"Nope," he said looking over my shoulder, distracted by a blue and white
bird with a small fish in its beak.

I placed my finger on his cheek and turned his head back toward me and
said, "It means that I like both women and boys".

"You like boys? Really? You like dicks?" He chimed. "Are you gay Tobias?" I
laughed at the question, knowing that I was back in control as Alex's
questions were more to intimidate than solve any deep need in
understanding.

"No, not quite. I was married once a long time ago but now go only with
boys."

He had let me go and was sinking back into the water. His head, eyes, and
nose peeking through its surface like an alligator stalking its prey.

"Do you want to `go' with me Tobias?" he said craftily. Alex had managed to
turn the conversation from platonic to sexual with that one sentence.

Did this boy just make a pass at me? I thought.

"Come here you," I said lunging at his semi-submerged body. I grabbed under
his arms and threw him up into the air.

"And you always got a boner," he `jousted as he hit the water.

"Yeah well, I saw you taking care of your boner a little while ago so
there," I snapped at him laughing. Alex stood up wiping water from his
face.

"You did?" he asked, "You were spying on me?" He looked quizzical but not
concerned.

"Chill! nothing like that. I was coming down for a swim when I saw you
finish up. It's `okay' dude I do it all the time too." I said reaching for
his waist and drawing him close to me.

"Yeah, I know, but you think of guys when you do it," he laughed.

"Yea, most times," I admitted. I found most boys weren't really all that
concerned about orientation, at least not until they began getting older
and running with a pack.

 "Do you?" I asked him. Seeing if he could read what I was implying.

"I don't know," He said.

"Well I like doing it too," I replied. "Maybe we can do it together
sometime," I ventured.

"Sure," Alex said falling backward and swimming away. "You're weird." He
added and dove under.

 I chuckled. `Kids!'  I just returned making a pass at him, and he answered
as if I had just offered him a stick of gum.

Alex dove headfirst kicking his bare legs into the air before completely
submerging. As he surfaced, he was smiling at me holding his blue boxers in
one hand, spinning them overhead and launching them at my face.

"You fucking tease." I cudgoled.

He jumped out of the water and dashed `buck naked' down the path toward the
Qhut yelling, "I'm George of the Jungle."


Chapter 7

 The evening that it first happened... the first time we made love; it had
been raining all afternoon. It was a cool rain that was just hard enough to
make you want to lay around and nap so we stayed inside the barracks for
the day. I listened on my mattress as mother nature sang her song on top of
the arched tin roof, reading a tattered Zane Grey novel that had been left
behind.  Alex was fidgety, going outside and feeling the thick raindrops
splash his half-naked body. I watched him through the doorway from across
the room. Rivulets of warm tropical rain trailed over his smooth brown
chest soaking his boxers as he ran and occasionally hopped into the air
trying to catch the falling drops in his mouth.

He stumbled into the Qhut breathing heavily.  The rain had sagged his
boxers showing a perfect `v' or `Apollo's Belt' that disappeared into the
waistband of his shorts. The cleavage of is butt poked out making a perfect
mini `plumbers crack'. He reminded me of a young Kelly Reno in the first
`Black Stallion' movie.

Squatting in front of me dripping and smiling like the happiest boy in the
world, he looked down at my shorts and boner. God, I wanted him to ride my
cock. His long rain matted hair made strands cling to his face and I could
see the outline of his four-inch dick through his wet, tissue paper thin
boxers. I was aroused and wasn't afraid to show it. He had become used to
seeing me with a hard-on pushing against my Bermuda's and he had begun to
realize that it was because of him. He hadn't quite figured out that it was
`for him' as well.

"Were you jacking off?" He panted heavily, smiling mischievously.

"Nah, just happy to see you," I replied. "You gonna let me cut some of that
hair? It's getting mighty long," I said. "Grab the scissors, and I'll chop
it back,"

Alex went to the utensil jar and grabbed the rusty pair of shears I had
stoned back to sharpness.

"Hey get one of those bottles too while you're at it. I might as well try
some."

Alex grabbed a beer bottle filled with peach-colored liquid.

 I had diluted the 100-proof liquor with fruit juice and water days ago in
hopes, it wouldn't blind me. It had been aging for over a week now
mellowing.

 "We will serve no wine before its time." I laughed.

"What?" I ignored Alex's question.

I sat up cross-legged as he handed me the bottle and scissors, and he sat
Indian style across from me. I unhinged the metal clasp that held the
stopper against the bottle and brought it to my lips. Alex watched
intently.

"Well, here it goes," I said, pouring the sweet liquid into my mouth. It
was amazing! It tasted like a tropical Starburst candy but with alcohol.

"Mmmmmmm," I shuddered. "this is fucking amazing".

"Can I have some?" Alex asked excitedly?

I feigned adult disapproval, knowing full well I wanted him relaxed for
what was yet to come.

"Well, maybe a little," I said, handing him the bottle.

Alex took it and instantly gulped a mouthful. He grimaced at the burn of
the alcohol but quickly found the fruity notes as overwhelming as I did.

"Shit! This is good Tobias," he said taking another chug.

I laughed.

"Better go easy with that stuff. We don't know how hard it's going to sneak
up on us," I warned. "I don't want to deal with a `hungover' boy," I told
him.

The fruit brandy warmed and relaxed us. I patted my lap signaling Alex to
sit between my legs. I took the bottle from him and swallowed another
mouthful. Alex leaned his wet back against my chest. The cool raindrops
tickled as they trailed between our bodies. I knew he had to be feeling my
throbbing cock pushing against him. I could feel his breathing slow as the
alcohol worked its magic. His young chest expanded and contracted as if it
were keeping rhythm with my heartbeat. The sound of the shears made a
rasping sound as I amputated thick black sheaves of Alex's hair.

As I finished, I slowly ran my fingers through his bobbed hair like a comb,
messaging his damp scalp. I brought my nose close to his head and breathed
in. He smelled clean like a summer day had married a fresh forest.

You're really beautiful. You know that?" I asked.

"Thanks, Tobias," he replied quietly.

Alex's breath began to quicken in anticipation of some mystery about to be
revealed.

 My arms wrapped around his naked waist letting my fingertips explore the
thin folds of his stomach. I blew singular hairs off his shoulders and
neck, letting my warm breath caress his virgin skin. I was becoming
electric. My hands began gliding across his slightly defined chest,
stopping and swirling lightly over his areolas. I could feel his tiny buds
harden.

"That tickles," he cooed.

"Feels good though right," I asked.

 I gently kissed the nape of his neck and dragged my fingertips up and down
the sides of his arms and slowly over his young bare thighs. His breathing
began to intensify. Alex felt so sensual. Not a rough and tumble boy as
Colt had been, but more fawn-like sensing the world around him more
acutely.

I wanted gentle Alex to feel every ounce of pleasure that his
twelve-year-old mind could experience before cumming, and I knew how to
foreplay a boy's body into giving just that response.

"You ok?" I asked. He nodded.

His blue boxers tented at my caress. Looking at me over his shoulder, I
kissed his half-turned face. He let out a shaky breath across my lips. My
mind raced as my hand moved to his lap. I lightly felt his dick through his
cotton shorts, gently squeezing his spongy head. My ears were pounding with
excitement at touching this young boy. The soothing effects of the alcohol
slowed time as if to direct all my focus just on him. The Universe glowed
and imploded into us, shutting out everything else.

 I gently traced the outline of his shaft with my fingers feeling its young
girth through the blue drying cotton. A wet circular stain appeared at the
place where the eye of his little cock was.  I fingered the wet precum spot
where his `peehole' was pushing against the fabric. Alex let out a low moan
at my exploration and lowered his head back onto my shoulder.  I reached my
hands under his boxers, gliding them out from under his hips.  I pulled
them along his thighs, as the top of his worn boxers hooked his swollen
little penis, bending it forward and down, I maneuvered the cloth off his
waist. His uncut dick popped from beneath its elastic waistband snare. I
had the boy completely naked in my lap.

His beautiful 4-inch boy cock stood hard. It was completely smooth and
browner than the morning I found him jacking off. The tip of his head poked
from its sleeve, and I hungered for it to be in my mouth. I reached under
the mattress and pulled out one of the baby foods jars with the coconut oil
I had harvested.

I poured a palmful onto Alex's chest. Cupping the oily fluid to keep it
from trickling off his body. Alex giggled at the touch of my fragrant hands
massaging the oil over his chest, stomach, and crotch, washing his dick
with the nutty lubricant.

"That feels nice," he mumbled as his waste gyrated at my touch.

I slipped from under him and undid my shorts, pulling them down. Alex
stared at my erection, never having been this close to my cock.

"It's big," he said, as I poured oil on it and began stroking myself. My
hands alternated between me and his body; touching his young developing
chest and belly, I smoothed the oil onto each of us. It was at that moment
that Alex decided to become a participant and not just an observer, and my
mind leapt with pleasure as he reached out his young hand and wrapped his
fingers around my cock. without a word, he glanced at me and smiled and
went back to examining and stroking my dick

 I straddled behind Alex again and began to run my fingertips over his
shoulders and back, kissing him behind his ear, I slid my hands around his
waist, stopping at his fully erect and glistening boy cock. Alex cooed, As
I gently massaged the eye of his protruding head, tantalizing it with the
tip of my finger. His breathing began to come in sharp successions as I
teased his dick. Alex drew his head back against my shoulder, closing his
eyes as I gently stroked his stem. I could smell his fruity breath as it
mixed with the tropical scent of coconut. I knew I was going to make love
to him for a long time this evening. I wanted to explore every crevice and
orifice of this rain-washed and coconut buttered boy.

I pushed him back onto the mattress and laid my body next to him. My
rock-hard cock pressed against his exposed thigh. I drew `infinity' circles
on his chest with my finger, enjoying the moment. Alex smiled and giggled
at my gentle touch.

"It tickles," he whispered.

 I slid my hand over his stomach pinching his soft skin as I reached his
balls and slid a finger under his hairless sack and between his butt crack
searching for his rosebud. Alex moaned.

"You liking it," I grinned.

"Uhuh," was all he could exclaim with wide green moon pie eyes.

I am going to `edge' this boy into heaven, I told myself and repositioned
my knees between his legs pushing them apart. My fingers trailed the
insides of his legs and over his smooth bare thighs, avoiding his straining
little dick, messaging the oil even deeper into his skin. I traced the
outline of his `Apollo's belt' with my fingers. It tickled him and he
squirmed at my touch. I trailed over his tightening abs feeling the
contours as I coaxed every tactile sensation I could get from his velvety
naked body. Outside, the rain picked up and distant thunder rumbled its way
toward us.

 I leaned over him and began to kiss his hairless chest tasting him;
running my tongue over his perked coconut flavored nipples and down
exploring his perfectly round belly button where some of the oil had
pooled.

 I drew the coarse flat of my tongue over his hairless pubic skin to his
standing dick. I slid the point of my tongue into his pee hole and could
hear him gasp a little, "OH!"  as his dick strained and quivered.

Man, this boy is going to be a quick `cummer', I thought and moved my mouth
to his tightening hairless balls. I engulfed them tasting their smoothness
pulling at his ball sack with my lips. Another moan escaped his body.

"That tickles," he said softly.

I stopped, not wanting him to orgasm too soon and adjusted so my face was
next to his again. I began kissing his lips. My tongue stabbed at him,
struggling to enter his delicate mouth. Finally breaching it, I slid in. I
forced my tongue inside Alex's mouth tasting his liquor flavored saliva. He
relented to this new experience, and his tongue began to venture out
meeting mine. The grating surface of my stubbled face raked across his
little chin as our tongues began to duel. I sucked, he replied. I kissed he
mimicked. Parting occasionally to breathe, I would go down on his luscious
lips again and again. Our naked slippery and entwined bodies became liquid
and I could feel him struggling to be closer to me, squeezing me, pulling
his hands hard against my back to melt into me. We fused together. This
grown man and naked boy were becoming one.

"You taste so good," I whispered beneath breaths.

I rolled him over onto me feeling the weight of his slick, preteen body on
top of me. I spread my legs and his waist pressed my groin. Our dicks
touched. My penis dwarfing his little uncut member. I ground once and
whispered for him to follow. Alex began reciprocating, gliding his little
waist against my throbbing cock. He buried his face into the nape of my
neck as my hands slid down his back and cupped each of his butt cheeks
pushing them hard against me, our dicks became electrified, pulsing at
their slippery skin dance.

 I knew I was becoming climactic as I felt a surge of precum squirt from my
penis lubricating my head and foreskin. Not wanting to jizz, I sat up
Indian style pulling Alex's up and toward me. I wrapped his legs around my
hips, making him sit up in my lap. He was so light. He couldn't have
weighed more than ninety pounds. We were sitting face to face. His small
chest touching mine. He reached his delicate hand between our chests and
ran his fingertip over my hard nipple. The sensation was so intimate. I let
out a deep exhalation acknowledging his touch. I supported his back with
one hand as the other reached down between our stomachs. I clasped both of
our dicks in my fist and began stroking, letting the oil glide my hand up
and down our shafts. Alex's brow furrowed in pleasure as perspiration
trickled down the side of his face. His mouth formed an `o' quietly
whooshing air in and out as I rubbed our cocks. I watched as the skin of
our lubricated shafts made or heads appear and disappear - one little, one
large. I felt his ribs heaving against my chest as each undulation sent us
further towards orgasm. Alex leaned in trying to kiss me.

"Try not to cum," I told him. "If you feel like cumming tell me so I can
slow down. I want to do a bunch of other things to you," I said.

I looked into his eyes, "You feelin good?" I asked.

"Uhuh, what are you going to do," he muttered, delighting in the feel of my
hand between us.

Before I had time to answer he gave me a lopsided smile and whispered, "I
think I'm going to cum Tobias," reaching his arms around the back of my
neck he rested his face against mine. I let go of our dicks and grabbed his
squeezing it hard.

 Alex let out a sudden, "Aaah," at the strength of my grip.

 I held tight as his climbing orgasm receded back into his loins. I slowly
released, messaging the sides of his waist, running my outstretched fingers
under his armpits, down his sides, and over his thighs then back up again,
trying to re-spark his passion.

Again, He started kissing me. I enjoyed having his little tongue on my
lips. He was so sexy, so delicate and soft. He was a boy trying to release
the `man' from his own body. He was a contradiction to my senses and this
little lover had now captured my soul.

 Alex began to explore his desires as well by trying to copy some of the
things I had tried on him. He was coming into his own I thought and I
allowed him to use my body to paint his muse. Alex pushed my hands away
from our cocks and grabbed mine stroking it. His mouth found the sensitive
nipple that he had touched earlier and began to suck and tease it with his
tongue. This little boy's instincts had kicked in again and he knew what he
wanted and how to get it. I ran my hands down his back and between his butt
cheeks pulling him further into me. Again, I spread his cheeks apart with
my hands massaging them and began to explore for his little tight hole. I
ran my finger over his anus tapping my finger against it then dilating it
with my finger. His muscle gave way as it entered him. His eyes opened
startled at the pain and pleasure of me probing inside his body. He began
to tremble with nervous sexual energy as I pushed my digit in and out of
him.  He made the most soothing moans as I finger fucked his little
ass. His legs quaked as he grabbed my body tighter and tried to slide
forward, pulling up and down on my intruding finger. I leaned into him
gliding my deeper and tapping his prostate. My mind raced at what I was
doing and wanted to feel what he felt. To be a boy again and have a man
make love to me. I wanted to share with Alex how he was making me feel. How
much I had begun to love him. How I craved and reveled in having his naked
body against mine.

"Bring me your pain, Love.

 Spread it out like fine rugs,

silk sashes, warm eggs,

cinnamon and cloves in burlap sacks"

My mind recited.... Ever the romantic!

We grappled our oily naked bodies like two Turkish wrestlers, each leading
then relenting to the other.

I was going to taste every part of Alex's body before climaxing I told
myself. I rose and twisted Alex on his back. I lifted his waist, straddling
one greasy bare leg over my shoulder and twisting his preteen body onto its
side while his other leg was left dangling. The side of his face and one
shoulder lay pushed against the mattress in a `double armbar' wrestling
pin. The weight of his body pinned him against the mattress. He looked like
a B-boy locked in a `shoulder freeze' as he watched what I was about to
do. Holding his hips in the air made his little butt cheeks spread
revealing his tiny puckered, slightly dilated sphincter. I could see his
donut muscle was smooth and taut having been cleaned by the rain and my
lubed finger. My tongue was about to deflower it. I buried my mouth between
his cheeks and slide my tongue hard against his young `starfish'. He let
out a shattering moan trying to roll his body away from me, but I held him
in place trying to penetrate his little anus. Alex was a finely tuned
instrument, and I was determined to play it like a master.

"Fuck," was the only thing his unbroken voice could utter.

I buried my face between his soft cheeks `eating out' his butthole,
licking, teasing, then replacing my tongue with my finger. I was ecstatic
as I rolled him completely on his back, hiking his knees onto his chest,
and again ramming my face between his cheeks. My tongue was getting a work
out I thought as I felt Alex's anus contract and dilate as I tickled and
sucked. His eyes never left me except to close them when I hit some
erogenous spot that sent shivers through his body. Alex had found what he
was looking for and smiled through his glazed expression.

My cock was hard, ugly and leaky - wanting to be drained, to be loved as
well. I lowered Alex's waist and straddled his little chest messaging my
splayed fingers across the skin of his chest, grabbing mounds of beautiful
boy flesh like a handful of Play Doh clay. He looked excited and frightened
at the same time as my dick loomed over his face. I held my hand on his
forehead pinning it to the mattress and put my unsheathed hard dick against
his closed lips. My other hand forced his little chin down opening his
mouth, and I slid my throbbing cock in.

 Alex gagged a `noowwww.' as it filled his mouth. I wanted to pump hard
forcing it deep down his throat but checked the urge, knowing this was a
first experience for Alex.

He was twisting his head back and forth, trying to expel my organ from his
cavity.

I looked at him. Tears trailed from the sides of his eyes and rolled toward
his ears.

"Relax. It'll be alright. Trust me, just start moving your tongue around."
I quietly said.

 Alex stopped struggling, letting my soothing voice lull him, and I could
feel his tongue cautiously slide over my head tasting my precum. I slowly
began to pump back and forth savoring the feel of my cock sliding against
his warm sucking mouth. I knew I was close to releasing my load. It was
time to take Alex there as well.

"I'm going to do it to you now," I said. "We're going to do it at the same
time. Try to keep it in your mouth as I move," I added.

He looked up at me and nodded as I released his head and began turning my
body around. He managed to keep my dick in his mouth as I twisted, and
positioned myself so we made a perfect `69'. His feet were flat on the
mattress with his heels pushed back to his butt. I spread his thighs. His
young hairless cock stood up looking at me from its tiny eye. I was about
to accept his trophy.

My mouth fell on it sucking it to its base. Sinking my face into his soft
hairless flesh, I could feel the sliminess of his precum on my tongue. I
began plunging up and down his smooth shaft, faster and faster as his
foreskin kept time with my thrusts.

The feel of my dick in Alex's mouth combined with his little slick member
in mine made me begin to spasm. That yearning empty itchy feeling before
orgasm scratched my entire body. I needed to collide that tiny unknowable
thing in my mind with that physical urge from below, and merge myself with
Alex. Time stopped for an instant.

Alex's hips began to tremble as my tongue slathered across his head. I blew
on his wet dick and ran my tongue from tip to balls.  I could hear the rain
intensify, as a sheet of lightning covered the night sky and filled our
hut, only to be accentuated by a loud clap of thunder seconds later. The
primal-ness of it all, made me want to mouth-fuck this kid harder. My hand
slid the sheath of foreskin back.  Holding it straight, I ran my course
tongue on the back `A' shaped lower ridge of his sensitive head and traced
the crevice of his frenulum with the tip of my tongue. Alex, let my dick
slip out of his mouth, cocked his head to the side, and gave out a loud,

 "Oh noooooo!"

Thunder exploded again, through the pounding rain as Alex came!

Twisting his thighs up and to the side, his body quaked as waves of
orgasmic pleasure flowed through his young body and into my mouth. I sucked
him hard trying to make his orgasm the best he ever had and I succeeded as
the first shoestring stream of sperm squirted into my mouth.  Alex made
guttural sounds that were between a grunt and a moan as he drove his young
cock in and out of my mouth as he climaxed.

Eyes squeezed shut, both arms pointing up with clenched fists, Alex pumped
his hips up and down at the intense gratification I was causing him. His
dick released another pulse of cum from its little eye.

My mouth filled with saliva and clear cum as Alex's tanned cigar continued
to pulse rivulets of fluid.

He tried to slip my dick back into his mouth but his orgasm made him throw
his head back as his body exploded again and again with pleasure. The boy's
orgasm drove me to and over the brink. My mind and body collided and
released its union sending ribbons of thick white cum into Alex's moaning
mouth.  He jerked his face to the side as my hot milk splattered his tongue
and lips. He instinctively grabbed my dick to push it away as another spasm
sent more sperm onto his face.

"Stroke it!" I blurted.

Cum dripped down the sides of his mouth, as he coughed, leaving a snail
trail of thick white spunk on his cheeks. Alex began masturbating my
hemorrhaging shaft, squeezing every drop of cum and my soul onto him. I
continued sucking my boy's dick with his thighs clamped tight against my
ears. I was underwater and didn't want to surface. The feel of his naked
thighs wrapped around my face as l came was heaven.  I licked, sucked and
swallowed Alex's semen. He moaned again trying to push me off of his
sensitive spent penis.

My throbbing cock dribbled the remaining strands of cum over his face as he
squeezed my foreskin from above one more time. I ached for more as my face
rested between Alex's legs with his retreating hardon in my mouth.  I
rolled off him and lay next to him. My cum covered him. His turquoise
necklace seeped with warm jizz. I took my hand and wiped it off and down
his sweaty hairless chest leaving a wet streak over his stomach.

I looked at him and laughed

"Fuck me to tears, you could drown a baby elephant in all that jizz," I
gasped at Alex's glistening body.

"I think that's what you did to me - fuck me to tears," he retorted

I laughed and reached for the brandy bottle. We both took slow sips,
washing the taste of each other from our mouths as the thunder rumbled in
the distance and the rain became a light drizzle. We lay there naked, man
and boy listening to the nights sound as I stroked and caressed Alex's
beautiful body to sleep.


Chapter 6

I woke to a beautiful cool breeze blowing through the Army barracks. Alex's
arm was wrapped around me, holding me in his slumber. I could feel the
wetness on my nipple where his mouth had been throughout the night. His
morning wood pressed tenderly against my naked thigh. Our legs
intertwined. The morning sun, broken by the slats of the monsoon blinds
found its way onto our embrace. I could get used to waking up like this I
thought. The orange and yellow sunlight on our bodies washed away all my
cares. No bustling city life, no congested work responsibilities -- just
peace. Who the fuck would want to be rescued from this I thought?

Laying there, my mind wandered and I played out possible scenarios of the
crash and rescue. The plane couldn't have gone down that far from the
Mexican coast or this island from the debris that washed
ashore. Eventually, someone would search here and find this man and
boy... I had no idea how this was going to turn out but decided to enjoy
the time until we were rescued. I decided to check the new rescue signal I
made at the cove. I had rigged a couple of tires from the trash pit with
one of the bottles of kerosene and built a platform on a high point of the
cove's ridge. A quick smash with a rock and a few sparks from one of the
flint strikers would send a billowing cloud of black smoke into the sky.

I gingerly lifted Alex's arm from around me. And slid out from under his
hold. I tried hard not to wake him and crouched next to him admiring his
splendid young naked body.

I felt so happy. This little boy, just on the verge of puberty had made
love to me with the ferocity of an adult. My dick got hard as I replayed
last night in my mind.

I stepped into my shorts. I decided to go for a quick dip and wash away the
spit, spunk, and sweat that Alex and I had deposited on each other.

I returned with a crab and a monk fruit which I carried tied with twine. I
laced a bunch of banana figs on top for a sweet treat with our breakfast.
I would fry them in the nutty coconut oil, and the meal would last us far
into the afternoon.

 I kicked Alex's leg to wake him. "Hey butt head, wake up." I kicked him
again. "wake up sleeping beauty."

He groaned, blinked, and stretched smiling and rubbing his
eyes. "Awwwhhhwhaaat?" he grumbled.

"Get up, go wash. You got my cum all over you still. I got breakfast, and
collect some firewood for us to use," I said matter of factly as I began
preparing our meal. Alex looked at his naked and sperm encrusted body,
brushing flakes from his cheek.

 "Yuck, that was a lot." He said giving his morning wood a yank and
yawning.

"Yea," I replied. "You were really great last night. Fucking awesome. I
hope I wasn't too rough on you?" I asked.

"Nah, I was scared there for a second, but it was cool." He said pulling on
his blue boxers.

"What are we going to do today?" he asked.

I smiled at the question.

"I am going to fix breakfast, and you are going to wash and get firewood,"
I said. "We'll see what the rest of the day brings us. "

Alex slipped his feet into his Vans and headed for the door.

Once you have all the necessities sorted out. There isn't a whole lot to do
on a deserted island. But you can never let your guard down completely or
become complacent or `mommy nature' will throw you a curve or two to remind
you who was in charge. I had learned from my experiences in the Colorado
mountains that Mother Nature was no joke and you better treat her like a
midget at a urinal, always keep on your toes. I was reminded of that when I
forgot to cover myself with the mosquito net one night. No fun the next
day!

Our routines, though, were a saving grace as well as saving our lives. I
made sure Alex and I spent some time away from each other so as not to
drive one another crazy. Alex liked exploring, and I took up the art of
`siestas' on the cove's beach.  I demanded that he take an old Bakelite
sports whistle I found in the trash pit.

 "If ever you get into trouble, pucker your lips and blow," I joked.

He only blew that whistle once, and I came barreling towards him at the
sound. A thousand horrors filling my imagination as I ran to Alex's
rescue. I found him near a big rock that divided the beach from the
cove. He stood there pointing at the ground.

"What? Are you alright?" I asked

He had found a cache of empty and crushed coke cans buried in the sand. It
was the first sign that there had been other people on this island and more
recently.

I would spend a good portion of the afternoon at the cove, scanning for any
distant ships or planes. It was a relaxing activity and I enjoyed being
with my thoughts. Lying there, the sun's heat shimmered making the sand
sparkle like a million stars. Seagulls screeched in the powder blue sky as
electric verdant water washed gently ashore amidst palm fronds waving from
the trade winds. I felt as if I had stopped aging...

Alex would eventually appear on the beach dragging a piece of driftwood or
running after a fleeing iguana - which tastes great by the
way. Occasionally, he'd find me asleep with a half-empty brandy bottle in
the sand and would torture me with sand crabs as a punishment for drinking
too much. He would explore the bay diving and bringing up conch shells or
some giant crab we could eat.

 One afternoon, he came treading out of the water holding what must have
been a twenty-pound turtle. He was the happiest boy in the world having
caught the beast. We both sat there examining it...trying to decide whether
to eat the reptile or let it go. We eventually watched it make its way
across the sand and back into the sea.

Most days Alex would arrive completely naked having cast off any
decorum. It was nice having the boy feel comfortable enough to go
`commando'. Every inch of his unconstrained naked body had hued to a sleek
copper. From head to toe, and butt cheeks to dick tip he was golden
bronze. For the most part, he only wore his turquoise necklace and
sometimes his deck shoes. There is something strangely erotic when a person
is only wearing one or two pieces of clothing. Alex was the most beautiful
thing I had ever seen and making love on the beach became a regular routine
before going back to the Qhut to eat lunch. I loved feeling his naked
little body quiver when I sucked him to orgasm, and he would blow and
masturbate me until my dick was so sore and sensitive that I would cry for
him to stop. It had taken him a few days to get used to me cumming in his
mouth though. He realized it wasn't so bad after he caught me jerking off
one morning using the skin of freshly eaten mango - I was being creative! I
was stroking myself with it enjoying the slippery sensation it produced.

"Why are you doing that," he asked as I hammered away at myself.

"Really? Cause it feels great," I said becoming more aroused at seeing
him. "You should try it sometime."

He took the fruit skin from around my cock and threw it behind him and fell
to his knees. He slipped my mango-flavored dick into his mouth and began
sucking me and running his tongue over my thick head. When I came, he said
he could taste the mango mixed cum, and rather than gagging he smiled.

 "Taste fruity," he said spitting out some of my jizz.



Chapter 7

 I had been slowly fingering his butt hole during our encounters. I was
stretching it in anticipation when my thick shaft would penetrate and
consummate our friendship in the most intimate way. I was teasing myself
and not giving in to fucking this boy just yet - It was the ultimate way
for me to edge myself toward the moment when it really would happen. The
thought of being inside of him was like an intoxicating mental
exercise. Alex had already told me that he was cool with me doing it to
him, but I was playing a game with myself to see how long I could hold out
before bedding this boy. My finger would probe his tight little hole
sliding into him and touching his `happy spot'.  I had learned - from
experience - that anal orgasms were really amazing. They made the orgasm
take twice as long to finish and experts say that it could prevent cancer -
though I wasn't using that line of reasoning with any of my lovers. I had
managed to make Alex cum several times by just sliding my finger, ...Uh,
fingers into him and lightly massaging his happy spot until he climaxed.
It was on one of those afternoons when he asked why I was taking so long in
fucking him? I told him it was my mystery that I wanted to solve. I doubt
he understood the sense of what I meant so I added, "Because It's fun
building up the tension inside me".

We had been laying together naked on the beach one afternoon watching the
waves roll into the cove. I was staring into the sky with my hands behind
my head, Alex would scoop handfuls of sand in his palms and trickle it onto
my chest making cones like hourglass sand on my nipples. With nonchalant
innocence, he asked me if I had ever been fucked. I wasn't very versatile
but had had a couple of boys slide into me just to see what it was like.

"I'd like to fuck a dude sometime," he told me a matter of fact.

"Well," I said, "why not now?" I asked.

"Really?" he asked.

I told him, "why not, cause you know eventually I'm going to fuck you so
what's fair is fair," I laughed.

"How do you want to take me," I asked him knowing he probably had no idea
how to start.

I could see his breathing had started to shallow at the excitement of
trying this new thing.

"I don't know, I never done it before Tobias," he replied.

"Well then," I jested, trying to make this more fun than serious, "you
should take me while I'm on my back. That way I can see your face as you do
it to me and I can jack off at the same time." I said.

 "Just watch out and don't get any sand between us," I joked.

Alex stood naked between my legs looking down at me. He was hard.  I
stroked myself and reached for his calf massaging it.

He fell on his knees with his two hands squeezing the tops of his thighs in
anticipation. His young boy cock poked hard from between his legs. Just
thinking about what I was about to let Alex do spiked my arousal. I knew
that he must have had thoughts about fucking before now for him to be so
hard. I was excited at the thought of him entering me, and my man cock
swelled at seeing his smooth brown body wanting to fuck. I raised my knees
to my chest and locked my arms under them displaying my man pussy.

He leaned between my legs placing his little hands on my chest as he slid
his waist between me.  I could feel his young prick touching the inside of
one of my butt cheeks. He struggled with his dick, overstretching himself
and leaning his body too low to hit his mark.

"Slow your roll," I joked, "We got time. Relax and take a moment."

"Sorry," he replied adjusting his hips.

Alex was having none of it though. He really didn't know what to do but
really wanted to get in me. I could never get over how someone that young
could have the same sexual energy as an adult. I guess sexual maturity is
more about experience than the knowledge. I adjusted my hips so Alex could
get a better stab at me. The look of complete desire and willingness on his
face put to rest any doubts that his kid was anything but GAY!

"What do I do. I don't have any of the coco-oil. Should I get it?"  He
panted, raising an eyebrow.

"Nah Tiger, we'll do it `prison style' Just spit onto my butt hole then do
the same to your cock. That will work." I said to him.

Alex chuckled and dripped a spit wad on top of my expecting hole. He
snickered at his actions.

`This is fun," he giggled.

 Alex adjusted his position, this time leaning his hands on the back of my
thighs. His young hard cock laid on my tight butthole.

Alex looked questioningly into my eyes, hard and ready to enter my puckered
door.

"It's ok, just push it hard until you are inside me."

 Alex's thighs quivered as he straightened his back and thrust his hips
forward finally entering his mark. I relaxed as I felt his head slip into
me and gave a little push. Alex's spit covered dick thrust all the way
inside, sliding easily through and past my tight ring. He slid in right to
his dangling baby balls.

"It's really tight," he smiled.

 I clenched down on his penetrating shaft as if to suck his entire body
into me. His cock rammed and jumped around, rubbing my insides.

"Aww, shit, butthead," I gasped. "Take it slow. We got all day."

"sorry." He whispered.

He rested his cock in me for a second. I could hear his shallow breathing
and boyish falsetto grunts as he began to slide his dick in and out of
me. Every young thrust stretching me wider. The muscles of his boyish body
contracted and relaxed revealing definition that couldn't be seen
otherwise. The hormones that were driving Alex's little body were also
exploding in me. So, this is what's it's like to be a bottom -- to be a
cock sleeve. To be used as a pleasure box, I laughed to myself. My cock
strained with each slam of Alex's hips.

My sphincter pulsed in agony as his boy meat slid in and out faster and
faster. He used his arms as leverage, steadying himself by holding my
thighs as his dick penetrated me. He tried to reach around my bent thighs
and pull me closer but his young body still didn't have the strength. I
squeezed my sphincter hard as his cock found a rhythm. Alex's naked thighs
slapped against my inner butt cheeks. The sound of him fucking me faster
and faster, occasionally grunting was amazing. A couple of seagulls watched
the `man-boy' mating with dumb indifference.  Alex's eyes had glazed as his
mind strode down lanes of ecstasy. He slid his throbbing member out of me,
just to shove it in harder with another grunt. The pain of him fucking me
faded into unquestionable pleasure. My ass was on fire with wanting more of
this boy.

"Oh God," I whispered.

Desire filled me for more of Alex's cock, for his naked body, for his
12-year-old soul. Every thrust Alex made; I jacked my cock to his
rhythm. Alex was a quick learner and pushed my hand away and grabbed my
dick.  His fingers wrapped around my shaft as he began stroking me. The
feel of his little hand sliding up and down over my skin was
mind-bending. I relaxed as his young dick dove deep into me, and tighten my
ass muscles as he pulled out. Alex road my prison wallet as he jacked me
into bliss. My orgasm sprang through my body, like a coil releasing its
tension.

My dick exploded a flood of sperm onto my belly.

 "This feels so good Tobias. I'm gonna cum!"

It felt amazing being filled by this boy's prick as I climaxed. If it would
have been a man, I know I would have been in painful agony by now, but
Alex's young dick was almost soothing. Looking at his sweaty undulating
brown body and strained face made my climax even better.

My ass was lit with pleasure. My body was lighting up spreading outwards
until it reached the very edges of my senses as my dick spewed a second
stream of cum onto my belly.

Alex's breath caught in a mid-groan as he came. This boy was having double
orgasms. His dick pulsed over and over spurting his clear hot boy cum into
my cavity. His body was slamming hard between my butt-cheeks as pleasure
swept him away. He let out a squeaky cry as if it was becoming too much for
his twelve-year-old mind. Sweat trickled down his face and chest as his
rhythm slowed and he opened his eyes.

Alex's limp cock slowly slipped from my well and he collapsed on top of
me. I could feel liquid trickling from my hole. I held the naked and spent
boy in my arms stroking his sweaty forehead, kissing him. He smiled and lay
his cheek against my chest.



Chapter 8

Heat and humidity, punctuated with torrents of monsoon rain. That's what
this tropical island gave us. Funny how a paradise can take on another hue
the longer you experience it "familiarity breeds contempt" I guess. Don't
get me wrong, I was still incredibly happy going on 60 days stranded with
Alex, but I could've gone for a cheeseburger and a vanilla shake about
then. 60 days and not a ship or plane sighted. Maybe we were destined in
spending our lives in this place. I was sure they had stopped searching for
us and I realized that if we were going to get home it would probably have
to be by sheer luck or from calculated wits.



The morning had been unusually cool, and I had settled back against the
wooden door frame between the porch and Quonset hut watching the cobalt
blue ocean through the breach of trees surrounding our home. Monstrous
billowing clouds were again making their way towards the island, and I
expected the usual early afternoon storm to be arriving in a few hours.

Alex came barreling through a wall of ferns and vines, naked as usual. The
only thing he wore was what I called his `man-purse' that he had fashioned
from an old canvas backpack. He made a strap that went over his shoulder,
across his chest and down to his waist where the satchel rested on his
thigh. It looked sexy on him. Alex reminded me of one of those kids from
old European boy nudist magazine "Jung und Frei". They use to feature deep
copper-toned naked boys and girls happily `frolicking' on Europe's many FKK
beaches. Few of us knew at the time that many of those kids were frolicking
in adults' beds as well! But what really made Alex stand out was that damn
beautiful turquoise necklace. The green stones around his tanned skin
mimicked the colors of his eyes, and my heart skipped as my mind tried to
fathom and reconcile Alex's unimaginable beauty. To me, he was perfect. I
started messaging myself at seeing my young friend approach, waving
something in his hand and smiling. He sprinted the last yards, dick and
little balls slapping back and forth between his thighs, excited in showing
me what he'd found. He jumped the steps onto the porch. Seeing me playing
with myself had become common for us so he barely gave notice as he flashed
a handheld radio and held it in front of my face.

"Look what I found," He said, "You think you can make it work," he added.

I took it from him and examined it. Here was another sign that others had
visited this place. He had found a shortwave handset, much newer than the
WWII stuff scattered in the barracks.

"Where the hell did you find this," I asked.

"It was in that cave we saw on the other side of the island," He replied
calming his breathing.

"Cool," I said opening up the back compartment. "This thing can't be more
than a few years old. I wonder how it got on the island?" I closed the
empty battery compartment and handed the set back to him and added, "Did
you find anything else?

"Yea, all kinds of stuff up there," he said shifting his body to a sitting
position next to me, the sides of his naked body snuggled against my arms
and thigh as he showed me his stash from his satchel.

"Well, I'll check the handset later and see if we can't make it work. Maybe
there's some old batteries in the pit we can use," I said. "You better go
and lock down the monsoon shutters. Looks like a big one is on its way," I
told Alex patting his bare butt cheek as he got up and looked the menacing
sky.



It started out as a long-protracted drizzle which was unusual for a
monsoon. I was sure the storm had stalled and was moving much slower than
usual. This time the rain wasn't accompanied by a cooling wind. The air
hung thick and humid. The gust of wind that preceded this storm felt more
like an Arizona chinook but damp and heavy. When it did start to actually
rain, it felt hot, almost angry.  I sat in the doorway trying to catch a
cooling breeze as the first tiny drops came down. Alex was walking around
using the sprinkles to wash away the sweat and grime he managed to bring
with him from his exploration of the cave. As the rain hardened, He twirled
with outstretched arms. His face pointed heavenwards catching the drops in
his mouth. He skip-kicked water into the air from the puddles that were
forming. I enjoyed just sitting there and watching this naked boy
dance. Occasionally, he'd yell at me to come and join him. A blanket of
lighting would cover the darkening sky followed by low rumbling thunder.

It's going to be a good one," I said to no one in particular.

Alex flapped his arms and yelled, "Let it rain, let it rain," to the
articulated sky.

From where I sat in the doorway, a large drop splashed on my forehead and
rolled down my face. Thunder boomed again. Alex danced, flinging his arms
frantically about like he was performing some tribal dance filled with
energy. The sight sent a current of sexual excitement through me watching
this naked young boy contorting his body rhythmically to nature's song. My
dick swelled and from some deep ancient place of my DNA, I felt a primal
urge blanketing my senses. I wanted Alex like a man! To make love to him as
if he were the last of his kind. Gone was the `paramour' replaced by
`carnal-man' that set aside the act of love in exchange for deep lust.

The naked boy was now the target of all that was in the world. I wanted,
needed to take Alex's body and devour it.

"Come out and play with me," he yelled laughing.

I got up retrieving the baby food jar and entered the tropical shower.

Alex saw the look in my eyes and froze with an almost confused look, not
sure if he had done something.

"What," he asked me wiping the rain from his face.

"You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen Alex," I told him showing
him the jar.

Alex's mind understood and his face relaxed.

"You want to go inside," he asked

"Yes, but here in the rain," I said matter of fact.

"That's not what I meant," he said. Then added, "Okay," and I could see his
hairless dick stiffen as he walked toward me.

The warm rain `glid' over our bodies as I grabbed Alex's wet torso and
pulled him into me. He looked at me and my feral face began to melt as I
stared into his eyes. They were shiny and soft with flecks of green. The
kind you would find in a Colorado forest as summer advanced. The kind that
lets one know the Earth was alive. I knew I was going to be rough with him,
but some vagaries of my mind equated it with the tender feelings I had for
the boy.

I grabbed his wet short hair forcing his head back and kissed him. He
answered by plastering his mouth hard against mine as his hips ground
against me. I could feel his lips smile against mine. The truth surfaced in
me that my love for this gentle boy was going to manifest itself in a harsh
way. They say that Innocence is impotent. You have to be corrupted to
learn. To experience things in life is to become more human. It was the way
of becoming a man.

Alex let out a grimace at the strength in which I grabbed his hair and the
force I used to kiss him.

"I'm sorry, you alright," I said holding myself in check for a moment.

"It's okay Tobias. You can if you want," was his only reply.

I pulled his young tight body harder into mine. Alex struggled at the
strength of my embrace as I dragged him to the porch of the barracks,
running my hands over his wet smooth caramel chest and shoulders along the
way. Shoving him down on the weather-worn wood, I loomed over him like a
giant holding a long knife ready to slice into him. The surprise of my
viciousness relaxed Alex's hard cock. No matter, I thought. I would take
care of that shortly. The rain came down harder and massaged my back and
butt as I stared into his face. He was perfection in chocolate hues. Dark
chocolate hair and tawny, almost milk chocolate, tanned
nakedness. Everything about him was symmetrical from the way his nude body
was lying under me to the smile that looked back at me. I knew I had fallen
in love with this boy. But at this moment I wasn't going to share my
aesthetic love with him but it's lustful doppelganger full of desire and
conquest.

 The rain tapped me forward into our union. I relaxed at the sensations. I
quickly poured and massaged the contents of the baby food jar over his wet
naked skin using my body like an umbrella. Moving quickly against the rain,
I smeared and smoothed the lotion over his chest and nipples, feeling the
soft muscles of his stomach, kneading into him with more force than I had
intended. He moaned at my strength. Raindrops began to pearl on his oiled
skin, appearing as if a handful of nacre had been thrown onto this
beautiful twelve-year-old body, each pearl vibrating then skating off in
random directions. I grabbed one of his legs and wrapped it around my hip,
then his other, shoving my hard member under his balls and between his
lower cheeks.  He instinctively brought his feet together and interlocked
them behind my waist. His arms reached up around my neck and pulled himself
off the deck like a sloth holding a branch.  Our chests and dicks touched
as rivulets raced over us. Alex brought his mouth near mine and smiled
coyly licking my lips with his tongue.

I may not be able to read a boy's mind but I was seasoned at reading their
bodies and Alex's was signaling that he was ready for whatever I was about
to do.

 "He's so horny," I thought as I came down on him with all my weight,
pinning Alex back onto the rough porch - crushing his naked body under me
and splaying his arms out and interlocking my fingers with his. Alex
exhaled deeply and I could feel him relaxing as his little pecker began to
strengthen and push. He released one of his hands from my grip and slid it
between our naked bodies running his fingers over my pecs, squeezing my
nipple. He continued down my abs, and I closed my eyes as I drew in the
feel of his hand touching me, and grabbing my thick hard cock. He squeezed
it sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I looped a finger through his
turquoise necklace and gently pulled his face towards me. I kissed him
tasting warm rainwater on his lips, as he squeezed and gently stroked my
cock. I pulled back and out of his tight fist like a stringed arrow. Once
again, I slid under his sack and between his lower butt cheeks ready to
lose into his boy pussy. I moved my thick head up and pressed against his
hole. I was aching for this boy. Every muscle in my body tensed with
anticipation at entering this living piece of art.

He moaned and I backed off, teasing him... and me with the anticipation of
my next thrust.  Lowering my head onto his chest my unconscious wouldn't
allow my eyes to fixate on anything else but this perfect naked boy. The
feel of my body against Alex's flawless skin was like slipping into a
vellum glove. I ran my tongue over his nipples following his developing
pectoral contours to his soft hairless armpit. I lingered, licking and
tasting his rain diluted sweat. My lips pinched his bare skin drawing it
into my mouth. He let out a laughing `yowl', as I my tongue forcefully ran
over his hard-little teats and I gently bit down on one.  He tasted like
`mead' I thought as his skin filled my mouth with warm wet flesh. I slid
down over his tiny round navel and to his young throbbing penis. I opened
my mouth drawing it in as hard as I could while rolling my tongue over his
half-sheathed head. His wet suntanned body writhed in pleasure at the
sensation. He grabbed and locked his fingers in my hair pulling himself up
while forcing my head harder down into his lap. His heels came off the
ground, toes curled as he hugged his arms over the back of my head. He
nestled his cheek on top of my hair moaning softly as my mouth inhaled his
young cock. I knew I'd had peaked this boy.

"Awwww," he gasped.

My mouth relented in fear of him cumming, and my tongue continued to
explore places between his sack and lower buttcheeks. I pushed his thighs
to his chest revealing his tiny gift that I was about to unwrap. With all
the fingering I had done, I knew it was still going to be incredibly
tight. Probing my tongue viciously against his little hole, Alex squeezed
his eyes shut, continuously wiping the rain from his face. It came down in
sheets now as his entire body tensed and relaxed at the electrifying feel
of me eating him.

I lowered his legs and knelt between them. Grabbing the sides of his waist
I

flipped him onto his knees and hands. Alex stuck his little butt in the air
knowing what I was about to do. I grabbed both of his boyish butt cheeks
hard and watched my fingers melt deep into the indentations of his skin. I
took my middle and index fingers and pushed them against his wet anus and
slid in like a hot knife through butter. Alex let out a wail and lurched
forward at the rough invasion.  As my digits came out, my hands grabbed the
sides of his tiny hips and I placed my thick cock against his dilated
hole. A pearl of precum on the tip of my dick vanished instantly from the
rain as I touched the opening and slid my penis deep into him. Alex pushed
back against me before realizing the pain.  I could feel the resistance
engulf my cock as it passed through his tight sphincter. My dick felt like
it was struggling to get through a knot of tightly looped rubber bands as
it stretched his muscles and glissaded into his canal. I could feel my
foreskin pulling back as my head entered him. I was like a key unlocking
him releasing a million secrets through this most intimate physical
union. I leaned over his kneeling body kissing the back of his neck and
back. My cock was in Alex to the hilt, and he let out another primal cry
that was dwarfed by the ferocity of the rain falling on us. My thighs
tingled as a veil of monsoon water blurred my vision. It perpetually
covered us like a blanket making our fucking bodies distort in its
streaks. I felt as if in a different reality. I couldn't tell where I ended
or Alex started. All I knew was that I was inside and now part of this
boy. The rain had merged me with Alex. The storms raging onslaught tried to
contain my passions and I tried to stay silent as I rammed my cock in and
out of his tiny asshole. Grunts from deep inside me split between the
raindrops dividing my consciousness from what I was doing. I wrapped one
arm around Alex's waist and ground deep inside his warm channel. The
fingers of my other hand caressed and stroked his back. Alex moaned with
his cheek resting on the wooden boards of the deck as I fucked him.

He was like a rag doll as my cock worked at splitting him in half. My legs
and thighs shivered in the hot tropical rain as I pounded against him
harder and harder. Alex would raise his knees off the deck, extending his
legs like he was doing push-ups whenever my dick hit a sensitive spot
inside of him. His moans made a choking sound as he breathed in mouthfuls
of rain. He shoved one of his hands behind him pushing at my thigh when my
dick touched a delicate place. I reached under Alex's arm bending it behind
his back while my other hand grabbed his opposite arm doing the same. My
arm laced through them, locking his hands and arms like he was being
arrested. His naked torso was floating in front of him supported only by my
armlock. He was shocked at my move. And he let out an, "Alex, Don't," as I
continued pumping his butthole.  My free hand found his rock-hard dick and
my fingers began working him like a siphon pump. I was in a place where I
could barely hear the thunderclaps above me let alone Alex's moans and
cries.

"God, this boy wasn't kidding when he told me he was ready," I thought.

Every muscle in both our bodies strained to an unimaginable degree of pain
and pleasure as I violated his body. Rain pooled in the indented crease
made between his naked shoulder blades and arched back.  He began bucking
his hips back and forth succumbing to the pleasure of having a man's dick
in his anus. I knew then that he was concentrating on my dick rubbing his
prostate, trying to force an anal orgasm that he so loved. I watched as the
skin of his sphincter would extend and retract over my shaft. No words
needed to be said, all the lessons had been learned as I pumped my shaft in
his wrecked little ass as his butt cheeks slapped against my thighs
squishing rainwater from between them.

Thunder and rain whipped us.

 "Ooooh noooo!" he laughed and cried at the same time trying to struggle
free from my armlock.

I knew I was fucking him sufficiently for him to surrender and cum.

I released his arms and his forearms crashed onto the deck.

Alex's little sphincter tightened as he climaxed. A prostate orgasm could
be very long or become multiple orgasms. The sudden constriction around my
dick as Alex climaxed made me detonate with joy. I felt like a water
balloon exploded inside me. Like the end of a garden hose left in the sun
then turned on. His back arched up almost lifting me with it as his eyes
rolled back and he gave out the cutest cry I had ever heard. I came inside
of him sending a river of hot sperm into his body. Waves of ecstasy covered
me shutting out the feel of the torrential rain. I could feel Alex's body
spasm over and over as he came.

"Tobias, aaaaah!" is all he could muster as his body summoned a second
orgasm.

The boy was lost at this experience, and I knew he would have curled into a
fetal position if I still wasn't holding his shoulders and sliding my dick
in and out of him.

 His dick convulsed trying to ejaculate semen that wasn't there. He was
empty but still cumming. The electricity in my dick joined him as it
convulsed inside his tight ass. Slowly my focus went from my orgasm to the
wonderful feeling of just being inside this boy. I slipped my cock out of
Alex's dilated butthole and lay next to him. Each of us looking at each
other. I stroked his wet cheek as he reciprocated. I hadn't noticed, but
the rain was coming down now in a slow defused rhythm, somewhere between a
mist and a drizzle. It tingled our faces and naked bodies like tiny fingers
messaging our nerve endings. I could see blue skies approaching as we lay
there recovering.


Chapter 9

A week had passed since I gave Alex my crash course in anal sex in this
beautiful paradise - when I finally made love to just as beautiful a
boy. My passions were complete and I knew I would love Alex far after his
age had made him attractive to other men. Our days and evening were filled
with us trying to reenact that special wet afternoon over and over,
exploring new things between and about each other. We had become lovers and
I was in love with my young Alexis Miguel Reyes like I never been before.

 It was a wet and humid morning when I woke to find that Alex had already
left the barracks. I decided to look for him and forage some breakfast for
the two of us. I checked the `SOS' logs and several of our traps. I figured
Alex would be at the cove, and when I arrived, I was stunned when I saw the
mast of the fishing vessel anchored a quarter-mile from the reef.  Several
men in a trawler were lowering buoyed crab cages into the cove's water. For
a second I was confused at the sight.

"What?" was all my mind could muster.

So, the island wasn't deserted after all, and I wondered how many times we
had missed these men's visit. I caught myself from yelling at them.  I
thought, do I really want to be rescued at this moment. The men were
crabbing and would eventually be returning to check their cages.  I
smiled. We had time now to decide I thought and went looking for Alex.