Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2024 23:37:04 +0000 From: Jordan nifty Subject: Desert Island, Chapter 2 Don't forget to donate to nifty. Chapter 2 (Jack) I woke the next morning, with my head resting On Aaron's smooth, pale chest, his strong arm wrapped around me holding me tight to his body. A small smile crept over my face as I thought about kissing him in the ocean yesterday. "Morning handsome." He whispered. I tilted my head up as he peered down at me, "Handsome?" I laughed, "I bet I look well rough." "Never." He shot back with a wink. He shifted forcing me to sit up, "I'm glad you're awake though, I've been holding in a piss for the last half hour." I rolled my eyes, smiling, "You should have just moved me." "Moved you?" He replied in mock shock, "How could I? Not when you looked so cute." "Blimey, you're full of complements this morning." "Well, I've been holding them back, haven't I? Didn't wanna scare you off." We made our way down the beach and into the surf, each pissing straight into the foaming waves, I glanced at Aaron, "Don't try looking, I wouldn't want you to feel bad about yourself." Aaron snorted, "Please. You say that like I haven't sneaked plenty of looks in the past ten days. I know we're playing with similar sized tools." I pushed my dick back into my shorts, "Please, Aaron, never call them tools again." "Why? They are tools; they're used for screwing." I grinned, "You're too much. Anyway, put that thing away before it takes an eye out." "Takes an eye out. What are you? Fucking fifty?" he replied, while doing exactly that. We headed back toward camp and snatching up our water bottles, headed deeper into the trees. We continued talking as we headed towards the stream, we'd found several days ago. Our footfall taking this route everyday had created a trail through the undergrowth, so that it was easy to remember which way to go. As soon as we were at the stream, I plonked myself down onto a large, smooth rock and pulled out my toothbrush, dipping it into the fast, flowing water. Aaron sat further downstream, reaching his hands into his shorts to clean himself in the freshwater. Once I'd finished, I passed my toothbrush to Aaron and moaned, "It really isn't the same without some minty toothpaste." "I know right," he said after spitting, then brandishing the toothbrush continued, "I'm just glad you've been willing to share this with me." "Well, your breath would have killed me otherwise." I teased. By the time we finished our morning routine of cleaning ourselves and refilling our water bottles, the sun was high in the sky. As we followed the trail back to camp, Aaron slid his vest over his head and tucked it into one of his beltloops. I couldn't help but stare, there was something about his porcelain skin and the bright orange hair creeping from his crotch up to his belly button that made my stomach flip. I wrenched my gaze away, "We should check if the nets caught any fish last night." "Yeah. Hopefully, there's a few, as I've clearly got a lot to learn with it comes to filleting." We both burst out laughing, as we recalled his first attempt of doing so. By the time he was finished there was absolutely no edible meat left and he was covered in gore. To our immense luck we had managed to catch three fish. "I have to admit," he said, "I didn't have much home in this `net' you made from the rope, but it is definitely working." I grinned, "Well, I'm glad it wasn't a waste of an entire day's work." Aaron's filleting skills, while improved; were still not great, but an hour late we had stomachs full of smoked fish. Later that evening, I shared a through I'd been having for the last few hours, "I feel like we should explore further up the coast, we always seem to explore the West, well, I think it's West. Anyway, we should explore that way." I said pointing to what I hoped was the eastern side of the island. "I'm down for that, maybe we'll find some other useful stuff. That would be great." Said Aaron hopefully. "Yeah, that would be amazing, imagine we found a box of toothpaste." Before heading off we emptied the rucksacks; except for a bottle of water, so we had a practical way to carry any potential finds. Twenty minutes later we were heading East, up the beach, each wearing a pair of shorts and vest. I had pulled on a pair of trainers and Aaron had some flipflops on, which made him occasionally knock into me as we walked. Every so often we'd come to rocky groynes or small cliffs with no beach, which forced us back into the jungle. After two hours, we'd found nothing even remotely useful, and I was beginning to feel like my suggestion was stupid. "We should have done this sooner. Anything that did wash up from the boat, probably got washed back out pretty quickly." Aaron said. "But when we first got here the moon was full though, so the tides were much higher than they are now. So, I'm staying positive." I lied. "I'm glad you are." Aaron muttered quietly. A short while later the beach rounded off to the right out of sight and as we approached the corner I shouted, "I fucking told you!" "You were right!" The majority of the beach closest to the sea was clear, but the top rim was a mess of debris deposited from the higher tides. We split up as we searched and sifted through the debris occasionally calling out when we found something exciting. After a significant amount of time had passed, we sat either side of a heap of apparent rubbish. Half bottles of sunscreen, a sodden sleeping bag, a small, cracked mirror, pieces of string and rope varying in length and diameter, a tatty tennis ball and a football; clearly meant for children. We stared at it as if it were a pile of gold. "We have enough sunscreen to last a while now, and Lord knows my pale arse needs it." Aaron joked. "And a football! I hate football. But I'm about to learn to love it!" I laughed back. After stuffing the majority of our finds into the backpacks Aaron scooped up the football saying, "We better head back, otherwise we won't make it back by nightfall." I quickly followed suit throwing the dripping wet sleeping bag over my shoulder. "I'm glad we have another sleeping bag. Now we can each have our own." I said flatly while watching Aaron out of the corner of my eye. His smile dropped as he shot back, "Maybe we should leave it. I mean it's soaked." I burst out laughing "I'm joking. Don't worry, I have no interest in sleeping alone! Oh, look more rope." I bent down and began wrapping the rope around and around my arm, as he replied "I know it sounds silly. But just `sleeping' with you. It makes me feel better, I'd gotten so used to being on my own, that I convinced myself that's what I wanted." I glanced up, taken aback by the vulnerability in his voice, "I'm sorry, it was just a silly joke. I like it too, you're the first real friend I've had in a long time." And then because I felt a desperate need to lighten the mood, I laughed and added, "Plus, you make a great pillow." We both smiled awkwardly and started walking back, Aaron broke the silence after a few moments, "Anyway, that rope is nice and long. It'll be super useful. But alas, no toothpaste." It took us a much shorter time to return to camp, likely because we weren't constantly scanning the ground in the hopes of finding something useful. By our estimations, it was around midafternoon by the time we arrived, and we set to unpacking our finds and laying them out in the sun to dry. "Well, how's that for a productive afternoon," said Aaron standing up straight and brushing his hands together to remove the sand, "I think we've earnt a swim." I nodded in agreement and flipped open a case and grabbed at a pair of swim trunks. "Erm... No." he interjected, snatching them from my hands. I protested and tried to grab them, but he held them out of my reach, "We're wild boy now, remember? No swimming trunks." I jumped, laughing, "You're just trying to get me naked!" "And what? You already know I've been sneaking looks, so you might as well accept it." I raised a sceptical eyebrow and before he could even register what I was doing I pulled my shorts down in one swift movement and took off running down the beach, shedding my vest as I went. I could hear Aaron chasing after me, "No fair. I didn't even get a chance to look." I was waist deep by the time he caught up with me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and suddenly leapt onto my back, wrapping his legs around my torso. "Yee-haw, I knew I'd be riding you eventu-" his gloating was promptly cut off, as I threw myself backwards dunking us both below the surface. Caught off guard Aaron resurfaced coughing, before he could catch his breath I clambered onto his back shouting, "Who's riding who now bitch?" He held my thighs as he wadded deeper into the water, "I'd gladly let you ride me." He reached up behind him and grabbed a handful of my arse, "But, I'll get this eventually." I squealed with shock and jumped off his back, laughing I wadded back to shore as quickly as I could. Aaron let out a demonic laugh, while following me, "You and your arse will never escape me, Mwah-ha-ha-ha." I barely made it out of the surf before being pulled to the ground with Aaron's heavy weight on top of me, I felt his erection press into the small of my back as we struggled. I managed to wiggle around so that we were facing one another and without hesitation our mouths found each other's instantly, our kiss quickly intensifying. I used all my strength to roll over and pin Aaron beneath me; something he likely let me do. Aaron forced his hand between us and grabbed my now hard cock flicking his thumb across the slicked helmet. I groaned as he wrapped his fingers around me and started to work it slowly up and down. "You like that?" He asked, breaking the kiss. I groaned in response. "You'll like this even more." He rolled us over again and slid down my body. I looked down catching his eye as he lined my cock up and took it into his mouth. I lifted my torso, propping myself up in my elbows so I could watch him slowly working my aching dick, alternating between slow and deep movements to fast and shallow. He then pulled off and started licking down the side of my shaft before lapping at my balls and pulling them into his mouth. "That feels so good." I crooned, "Let me make you feel good." I whispered. My voice hoarse. My balls dropped from his mouth with a loud slurping noise, "Then get that sexy mouth around my cock." He demanded. We wriggled around changing positions and, in an instant, I was suddenly nervous; what if I was terrible at this? Aaron must have sensed this as he grabbed my chin, "Just do as I say." He whispered, "Hold the base of my cock and run your tongue all the way up. Yeah, like that. Stick out your tongue, taste my pre cum. Yeah, that's how hot you get me man. Now take it into your mouth. God, it's so hot in there. Good boy now work your mouth up and down." I reached a hand up and clamped it over his mouth. I might have needed some initial guidance, but this; this was instinct. I did what Aaron had, alternating my speed, and using my hand to wank him off at the same time. "Spin your nobody round handsome, I want to blow you at the same time." I did as I was told straddling Aaron, so my dripping dick was pressed against Aaron's face. He took it his mouth and we continued to blow each other with equal enthusiasm. After a minute or so he removed my dick from his mouth and began licking at my balls, then used his hand to pull them out of the way before tonguing the area behind them. He sucked a finger into his mouth, and reached up, pressing it to my hole. He rubbed around the outside to my groans of approval. He applied more pressure, and my body granted him access, he continued to lick my skin but held his finger while mu body adjusted to the intrusion. I moaned and rocked my hips, hoping he'd take that as permission to work his finger in and out of my body, which he did. He continued to move his finger back and forth faster, taking my dick back into his mouth. My arse to tighten, around his finger as I felt my balls begin to rise. I knew I was about to cum but couldn't bring himself to stop sucking and warn Aaron, my ejaculation rolled over me, more intense than ever before and I began shooting into Aaron's mouth. A moment later I was aware that his groans had become more ragged and then, suddenly I felt the first ribbon of cum hit the back of my mouth causing me to cough, I kept my lips clamped around him, determined to swallow just as he had. After I had, I lifted off his dick and rolled over pulling my dick from his mouth and his finger from my arse in the process. My eyes were watering, and I was doing a poor job at supressing a cough, "That was amazing." said Aaron coming up to sit. I sat up to face him, "Yeah, it was. Hopefully, next time I won't have a coughing fit when you cum." "There will be a next time?" Said Aaron hopefully. "Oh, there'll be a next time." I said confidently leaning in for a kiss. Niftyjordan123@gmail.com