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Gay adult/youth, group sex =============================================== Island of Misfit Boys My tragically poor choices of bucket list items had led me to this, a broken down ocean going sailboat drifting in the heat and stillness of South Pacific waters for days on end. After cashing in a shitload of early acquired Bitcoin, I was a 45 year old ex-entrepreneur with the money and time to indulge the whim of sailing the world, and a vicious divorce had ensured that very few would care if it was successful or not. So it was that I, Maximilian Christos, thirsty and sunburnt, was despondent when I suddenly spotted a small speck on the horizon, slowly increasing in size as currents pulled my boat closer. The speck turned into a good sized tropical island, complete with palm trees, quiet lagoon and coral sand beaches. I was overcome with joy of course, where there was land there must be life, and with any luck, civilized human life that could put me back in touch with the world. I pondered that thought briefly -- honestly all that I wanted from that world was some of the comforts of life, and to get out of the incessant sun. I anchored my boat in the lagoon and motored on the zodiac to shore, of course bringing along my rifle. No point in taking chances. Stepping on the wet sand I fell to my knees to thank whatever deity exists for my temporary salvation. I rested for a few minutes, then made my way up to the tree line, the shade of the palm trees a welcome respite. I thought about the view of the island I'd seen from the boat, and where there might be a location where I could find help. I hadn't seen any smoke, nor signs of structures. No obvious signs of human life like boats, docks or the like. There were two not quite mountain sized hills in the center of the island, the rest of the land sloping down from them to the sea. I set off exploring the limits of my new realm. First stop would be to find fresh water, if any. I noticed right away a beaten track into the bush, which raised my hopes considerably. A worn track testified to animals, or even humans, wearing it down through constant use. There were overarching branches which I had to constantly push aside, so I figured that whatever animals had worn the track were not as tall as I, at 6'4". After following the path for about a half mile, it opened up into a vision of paradise: a fairly large opening clear of trees surrounding a crystal clear pool of water, fed by a small waterfall about ten feet high making the most enchanting sounds. I fell to my knees and hurriedly cupped a handful of the water. I knew it would be fresh, or at least not salt, because it was fed by a source above sea level. On the other hand, I had no idea if it was contaminated by microorganisms or chemicals, but observing the edges of the pond it was clear that animals watered there, so it must be fairly drinkable. And gods, it tasted so good! I drank as much as I felt would be safe and hoped that I wouldn't regret it in a few hours. Then I found a shady spot set back from the pool of life saving water, hidden by a bush from any animals that might approach. The only animal that concerned me would be wild pigs, as those are known to be a hazard on some South Pacific islands. I must have dozed off. I heard voices, two people conversing animatedly, and in English. I shook myself awake and listened. They were talking about the `ritual' and how much they had enjoyed it. I peered around the bush and saw two young boys, perhaps 15 years old or so. They were wearing what looked like the remnants of shorts, and nothing else, the shorts barely covering much. And soon, nothing at all as they both quickly shucked off their scraps of clothing and stood there naked, their bodies bronze and lithe in the light. Then they dove into the water, laughing and splashing and, well, being boys. I watched them with interest, as it seemed that I would soon have to reveal myself if I wanted to get off the island. They xcampered about through the water like two suntanned dolphins. Their hair gave them away, both blond, one's hair darker than the other, down to their shoulders and appearing crudely cut. I was surprised at the affection that I was already feeling toward these two strangers, and the interest their bodies had for me. I put it down to my thankfulness at finding some sign of humanity and civilization, as well as to the natural beauty of a boy's coltish figure. I couldn't help noticing of course that they were well developed boys, with tufts of pubic hair at their well endowed cocks and balls, and the hair in their arm pits. I noticed too that, once they exited the water and sat at the water's edge, their voices in conversation low and indistinct, that their cock grew erect and stiff, jutting up proudly. Followed by their warm embrace and kisses, chaste at first then turning passionate. I was surprised, but not exactly shocked. While I am straight I don't begrudge anyone their own inclinations. I wondered if there were more people where these two came from. "Um, excuse me," I called. The two turned and by the looks on their faces they had not been expecting a sunburnt stranger to show up in the middle of their coupling. "Oh my god," one of the boys said. "Chris, he's got a gun," the other, darker haired boy said. "No, no I'm not dangerous," I said, trying to assure them not to be afraid. "I've just crashed here on this island...please." "You crashed? A plane?" The first boy said. "No, my boat...sailboat," I said, walking slowly toward them, trying to hold my rifle in a non threatening manner. "Does it work? Does it float?" The first boy said. As this odd conversation continued, my gaze returned back to the fact that these two boys, quite handsome, beautiful really, were still naked and for whatever reason hadn't felt the need to dress. Their slim, tan bodies caused a feeling in me that I had trouble classifying at first. "Um, no, not right now...but if I can work on it I might be able to fix it." I was having trouble concentrating on responding to his question, mesmerized by his and his companion's beauty. "How many people are there here? Is there a village, communication with the rest of the world?" The words spilled out of my mouth, I might be rescued, here and now! "What? No," he said, as my heart sank. "We were marooned here when our plane crashed, a year ago, there are six of us. The teacher, the pilots...dead," he finished with a quiet. "It's just us." "Plane crash?" I thought. I didn't remember any plane crash. AS though reading my thoughts, he responded. "A charter jet flight from New Zealand. Siz students from our private school and our teacher. Something happened with the engine, we were lucky to find any kind of land and ditched here, on the island." My heart sank. "And no radio, or any communication?" His look answered my questions. "How have you survived?" I asked. "We make do. We'd been at a survivalist training camp, I guess THAT part was lucky," he said. I couldn't help but notice how his friend held on to him during the entire back and forth, as though I were speaking to a man and wife, they clung together. He looked at my eyes, he was a sharp boy. "Yes, we depend on each other. It seemed easiest to pair off...it worked out well. But we'd welcome you to the island and perhaps you know what we can do to go home." `My name's Mike," the darker haired boy, the one with all the words, said. "And this is Chris," he smiled at his companion and they unashamedly kissed in front of me. "We'll take you back to the group," he said. "We can talk it out there." "Alright," I responded. I needed to understand the situation here as soon as possible. We walked about two miles to an encampment they'd created in an area bounded by palm trees and scrub bush, They used some materials from the plane and created a livable space. We were greeted by four boys, all younger than the two I'd met, ranging in age from nine to thirteen. "Andy, Matt, Willis and Spence," Chris said, waving a hand at each as he spoke their names. This is Max." The boys were all about what you'd expect, perhaps a bit skinnier from their year long ordeal. Hair fair and scraggly, gangly limbs, deep tans over their entire bodies -- these four were naked where the first two had been clothed at least minimally. I glanced over at Mike and Chris and now they too were naked. Chris grinned. "We only wear clothes as a ceremonial thing now." "Oh yeah?" I said. "What ceremony was that at the pool?" Mike smiled. "That was part of our wedding. You interrupted our honeymoon." I raised my eyebrows. "Really?" "Yeah, this is our island and we're living our lives here, while we're here. Got a problem with it?" The surprising thing about that `in your face' comment was that it was spoken by Spence, the nine year old. He was holding Willis's hand when he said it. I smiled. "Certainly not, I'm impressed that you all are still alive and doing pretty darned well after a year alone." And I was. They visibly relaxed and invited me to stay, and I accepted. As it turned out, their flight had been well packed with supplies, though not nearly enough to sustain six boys for a year. They had used their recently acquired foraging skills to secure protein and the few edible root crops on the island. I knew that my boat was also well supplied, prepared as I was for long stays at sea, so I would be able to contribute something to the camp too. They showed me the sleeping arrangements, three beds constructed with branches and leaves, and supplies from the plane to serve as shelter covers and blankets. I said that I probably had something on the boat that I could jerry rig as a bed for myself. They laughed. "No sir, we would be pleased if you would sleep with us...if you don't mind being a little crowded and changing beds every day." My look of confusion brought them to giggling. "We would very much like you to be a part of our family, and family sleep together. You can sleep with a different couple every night." I laughed and said, "If you don't mind snoring then I don't mind either." In the course of the day they showed me the wreck of the plane, a Gulfstream G650. They had removed the corpses of the pilots and their teacher, testified to by three rock covered mounds a few yards away and their three crude wood crosses to mark them. "That's quite a nice plane," I said, surprised. I wouldn't have thought a school could afford something like that. "My father leased it for the school," said Spence shyly. "He has a Swiss company." The plane had actually made a decent landing on a grassy valley, and it looked as though the pilots might have survived if there hadn't been a large boulder that abruptly ended the crash landing. The main part of the fuselage was still in good condition, though split in half about halfway through the length. We came away with a few things out of the baggage area that the boys said that they needed and returned to their camp. One of the boys began preparing a meal for us. "What do you usually eat here, protein wise?" I asked. "Meat, you mean?" said one of the boys. "Yeah." "Fish, crabs, birds, turtles, one wild pig one time," he said. "Tonight we're having turtle, I hope you like it." "Beggars can't be choosers," I said. "I'll take whatever you give me." The boys asked me if I knew anything about their parents' search for them. I could only imagine the loneliness they had felt. I had to tell them that I didn't know anything about the search, but that those kinds of things often didn't get broadcast to the outside world, but that I was sure their parents were searching for them even as we spoke. I had no idea if that was true, but I didn't want to say anything that might dash their hopes. We talked some more, but as the sky darkened the boys began yawning. I guess that, living rough, their bodies moved by the light. When it got dark there was little else to do but sleep. "Come on, Max, it's time for bed," a naked Chris said, taking my hand and smiling at Mike. Apparently I was to spend my first night with the honeymooning couple. That wouldn't be awkward or anything. "You have to be naked too, Max," Chris said. What could possibly go wrong with that arrangement? I stripped down and fortunately Chris and Mike reacted as though it were the usual thing. Which, I suppose it was. The bed was unexpectedly comfortable, if a little cozy for a grown man and two teenage boys, all of us nude now. But their bodies felt warm and good against mine as I lay in the center of the bed with each on a side, lying against me. It had been so long since I'd felt anyone like that, male or female, and I was quickly lulled to sleep with the comfort of it all. I awoke in the dark, confused, unsure of where I was. The dim flickering light of the camp's fire brought me to an awareness of where I was, on a deserted island with a group of boys previously abandoned there. Then the stimulus that awakened me reasserted itself -- I felt a pair of soft lips around the head of my erect cock, gently sucking and licking it with practiced moves. I bent my head to see who it was, when Mike's cute face loomed into my vision, his sleepy eyes hiding the lust he would soon display. He brought his lips to mine, a kiss so gentle but full of need that I had to return it, amplified a hundred fold. It had been so long...our mouths ground together while -- Chris, no doubt -- expertly sucked my dick, drawing in my long, hard shaft, immensely full of cum, slipping warm, wet lips up and down in a strange, exotic rhythm, his tongue teasing my pee hole and the underside. His fingertips grazing the underside of my full, swollen balls, tickling and teasing me there. Mike's hand took mine as we continued our kiss, and brought it to his full, rampant cock, already oozing a teen boy's pre cum, slippery and hot. My fingers grasped the lifeline of his hot manhood, stroking and caressing him long and hard. From the thick curly hairs at the base of his hot shaft, up the long, silky pleasure rod, to the plump dick head, velvet and steel both. Then again, the stroking familiar to me, the feel of his cock familiar and strange both. I groaned with pleasure, and Chris seemed to redouble his efforts, firming the pressure of his lips on my increasingly sensitive and responsive cock. I could feel pre cum flowing from my piss slit to mingle with the saliva in his mouth, and I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him. But of course I was already kissing Mike and so I understood that my interest was in the precum, and tasting and feeling it on my tongue. So I brought my hand that had been stroking Mike's cock up to my mouth, as my fingers were coated with his own hot, creamy pre cum. I pressed my sticky, man fluid covered fingers between our lips and felt his tongue also avidly licking the jizz from them, clearly he was no stranger to sex between two males. Then his tongue, slick, creamy and smelling of hot sex, thrust against mine, fucking my mouth and increasing my excitement, and with my own cock twitching in Chris's mouth. At that we became a man pile of eager, lust-filled sex, our dicks anxious for completion, for the fulsome pleasure of jetting our jizz into each other's openings and across each other's bodies. I returned my hand to Mike's now pulsing cock, six inches of hard, hot man meat, fluid gushing from his piss slit all onto my fingers, gooey with his pleasure fluid. Chris sucked harder, stroking my long angry red shaft as his mouth worked my cock head, until the ecstasy was too much for me and I screamed my delight into Mike's hot, wet mouth. "Cumming, cumming, I'm cumming," I gasped, hoping that Chris would at least be warned. If he heard me, but it only spurred him to suck and frig me harder, as though desiring to catch as much hot cum in his mouth as possible. The thought of a young boy wanting my man cream in his mouth brought me over the edge finally and I shot what felt like gallons of hot jizz in his mouth and hopefully down his throat, my hips vainly trying to fuck his delicious mouth. As I was reaching this peak of pleasure, Mike surprised me by breaking our kiss and moving his body quickly up mine, bringing his rampant, jerking penis by my face. I suppose instinctively I knew what he wanted and what I wanted, and for the first time in my life I reached up and took his leaking cock and brought it to my mouth, engulfing his warm pink pleasure pole with my lips, sucking in another man's hot meat and loving every inch of it as he filled my mouth with cock. His balls bounced on my chin, hairy little meaty orbs. That first hot gush of cum splashed against the roof of my mouth, then dripped down along my gums. It was soon followed by a second and third jet of boy jizz, this time on the back of my tongue and down my throat, the feeling of being a vessel for his pleasure exciting to me, and making me feel so much a closeness to the two boys, as though we would melt together in male pleasure. Our bodies seemed to shift into a slower gear, rocking and caressing each other simply by our touch and nearness, and I felt more relaxed than I ever had, and more content than I had with any woman. This was a revelation to me, and I felt happiness for perhaps the first time in my life. I felt Chris finally release his mouth's grip on my cock, and Mike's prick slowly slipped out of my mouth. Mike lay next to me like the lover that he now was, and Chris brought himself up until his face was next to ours, intimately kissing each of us, thrusting his creamy, cum covered tongue into my mouth and then Mike's, and then continuing to move upwards, bringing his own, smaller but thick cock to Mike's mouth. I understood that these two sweet boys had decided to share their most intimate moment, their honeymoon, with me, and so I lay there content as Chris slipped his dick between Mike's loving warm and wet lips, slowly fucking his lover's mouth with that lovely penis only inches away from my face, enjoying the view of a boy's hard, saliva covered cock slipping in and out of another boy's sucking mouth, his wet and slick ball sack bouncing on his lover's chin. Mike's lips and tongue working to bring the ultimate pleasure to his husband, both boys moaning with their mutual pleasure, their gasps and groans increasingly louder as their passion took control of them, Chris's hips pumping faster as his orgasm began to overtake him. My hand found my own cock as I watched. To my surprise, my cock was once again fully hard and I slowly stroked myself as I watched the loving blowjob so close to my own mouth. Soon though, Chris could not control his pleasure and moaned, "Baby I'm cumming, cumming in your hot mouth," snd I watched as Mike's mouth sucked harder on his lover's penis, desiring all the creamy love he could gather. Pulses of jizz shot from Chris's hard dick into Mike's grateful mouth as the two married boys made sweet love next to me. They eventually slowed and Chris finally lowered himself to us, kissing us both, and Mike's creamy kiss was an especially hot night cap before I fell into happy slumber, with dreams of young boys fucking all around me filling my head.