Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2020 21:02:33 +0000 From: Human Man Subject: Island, Chapter 18 And we are back with chapter 18. This is a Jacob episode, which some of you have been looking forward to as he seem to be one of your favorites. Enjoy. Disclaimer: This story is free fantasy, nothing in it ever happened and all characters are made up and do not resemble any real person, living or dead. This story includes a whole lot of irrisposible behaviour, and I do not condone any of it. Including but not limited to: Sexual behaviour between males younger than 16 years old, underaged drinking, nudity, swearing, public urination, leaving teenagers unsupervised on a unspecfically located uninhabited island, pop-culture references, compleate and utter disregard for STD prevention, some stuff you really shouldn't do with a camera, eating or otherwise inserting into yourself unfamiliar fruits you find in nature, an (at this point) unhealthily lax attitude towards hyginge, running around a dark deserted island in the middle of the night, sexual molestation of artwork, and bad jokes. I kindly remind you that I am a stranger on the internet and anything you read is at your own risk. If you like this story and feel like donating, you can. Not to me, I am a depraved person who writes erotic fiction with something that vaguely resembles a plot and then jerk off to the result. No, donate to Nifty instead, cuz they are great. There is a link for that here: http://donate.nifty.org/ Lastly, I like the idea of adding Tags to a story so people know what they can expect to jerk off to, but I also find them to often be spoiling the story a little. With that in mind I have decided to put these at the bottom of the page, so if you need tags they can be found there. Chapter 18: Jacob, June 16th - Late Afternoon "Come on Jake!" I hollered at the younger Asian boy as the six of us were almost ready to go, except the fact that the youngest among us were taking ages getting everything ready. To be fair it was partially Martin's fault. He'd insisted on everyone getting back into their tribal get-up before we could set off towards the peak of the island. It didn't matter much to me since I was already wearing my get up. Fair enough it was only a belt and an ankle cord, but they were nicely decorated. Although Martin succeeded in convincing me to add a bracelet and a necklace he'd made. I never could say no to that boy. I'd even used one of the cords to tie some of my hair together. I didn't have long hair like Jake did, but I could tie it up a little bit. The tribal marks that we'd made yesterday would do the rest. It was weird. No matter how much I tried to scrub off the marks, the white outlines were still visible on my rapidly tanning (and in many cases, reddening) skin. On my normal ginger-pale skin color it would have been almost invisible but now that I was getting browner it was there clear as day. As usual I refused to cover up with clothes. I had card blanc to walk around naked all the time and I was not about to waste a single moment of it with irritating and constricting fabric. With the knowledge that we had to carry a whole bunch of stuff all the way to the other side of the island I had gone into the tent I shared with Martin and found my duffle-bag. I'd emptied it for everything it had, and stuffed it full of blankets, mattresses and sleeping bags. Jake had done the same with Andres duffle-bag which Martin was now filling with similar items. Martin was looking stunningly handsome and downright erotic in his tribal get up. Thank goodness he'd taken my advice to drop the ridiculous head-dress he'd made and instead made a much more suiting crown of smaller leaves, feathers, flowers and shells. His neck was decorated with the huge clump of amber he and Thor had found on the beach and had little leafy bracelets on his wrists and angles. Otherwise he was as naked and painted as I was. I watched him as he stood there, bend over the duffle-bad with his butt right next to me. I really wanted to grope his ass and possibly play with his little round balls I could see between his legs, but I managed to resist the temptation. I'd promised him not to do that when the others were around, so I didn't. In the middle of camp, Thor was helping Sebastian and Jake pack the last food items we'd need, into a backpack. Most of the food we had was canned, condensed, salted, dried or even radiated to make it nonperishable, so moving it was not much a problem. It was deciding what we should bring. Nobody seemed to mind the four bottes of fruit-juice I'd carefully collected and botted in some empty soda cans, along with my last bottle of vodka, which had sadly not lasted long on this island. I wondered if there was a way to ferment the fruit-juice myself. It sure as hell had enough sugar to feed the yeast but when I didn't have any way to make an air lock. I'd have to think about it. The Idea had struck me yesterday. It wasn't like I had anything better to do at this island, besides playing around with Martin. As fun as that was it couldn't take all my time and besides my butt was really sore after this morning. While Sebastian were still as naked as he always was, his little brown penis with the long foreskin dangling about with all of his quick motions, he looked the most tribal, if it hadn't been for his glasses. The dragon drawing on his brown skin looked almost good enough to be a tattoo. Jake was pretty talented as an artist, and had really done an excellent job of painting Seb. Due to him being afraid of sunburn, Thor had put on an open Hawaiian shirt but was otherwise bottomless, which was insanely hot, and make my dick twitch every time I looked at him. His flaccid but swollen cock hanging loosely in the air like a ripe fruit ready to pluck... I managed to stop myself from thinking 'and shove up my ass' otherwise I'd just get fired up and I couldn't afford that. There was a long time till I'd be able to jerk off, or possibly pull Martin into a bush and have my way with him, so I had to pace myself. But other than that, Thor had his tribal getup on and looked like a modern-day version of an islander rather than a primitive one. Jake on the other hand had not decorated as much for the occasion. I'd seen him go into his tent earlier and when he came back out several long minutes later, he was wearing way too big t-shirt which suspected was actually Andre's as it went almost to his knees. Afterward he'd spend a long time putting on a pair of strange homemade underwear which cupped around his dick and balls, and were twisted along his hipbone around his waist and up between his butt-cheeks. We'd let the youngest be responsible for the food situation, while Martin and I was in charge of sleeping arrangement. Thor who was the strongest of us, had mostly taken stuff for entertainment, but were also carrying blankets a sleeping bag and extra water. Lars was in charge of miscellaneous things we needed. The first aid kit, some more water, sunscreen, one of the miniature kitchens sets and some extra activities. He was dressed completely in his tribal gear, but had exchanged the over the top and unpractical palm-leaf skirt for a brown fabric substitute that was worn around the waist much like one would wear a towel, held up by a leaf-cord belt. Whether he was wearing underwear underneath was anyone guess. His many primitive jewels were a clear sign that he enjoyed wearing the getup as much as martin did. I mostly thought he looked like a rich chieftain of some type. "Are we ready to go or what?" I shouted to the others. "We need to get there before it gets dark, and we don't even know where we're going!" "Take it easy, Jacob." Thor said hoisting his considerable burden of further up on his back as he walked towards Martin and I who'd been ready for several long minutes already. He gave me a friendly, but hard slap on my behind, that left a stinging sensation and made me skip forward with a yelp. As if my butt wasn't sore enough already and my inners protested at the harsh handling. "We'll find it, we still have hours before dusk and all we need to do is go up right." He mused optimistically. "Speaking of that." Martin said in a low voice. "We're not going through 'you know where'." "Why not?" I asked. "Shouldn't they see the place too?" "Not yet..." Martin hissed but Thor cut him off. "I have a feeling Sebastian wants to lead the charge." He said. "I understand the two of them have been spending some time climbing the rocky parts, so I think they know where to go." "Cool, maybe there are more hidden treasures up there. Let's go!" I said impatiently. Despite my impatience the group wasn't ready for at least 10 more minutes, which felt like an hour to me. Instead of assisting with the last of the packing I sat down in opening of our tent, the white sand too hot for my bare butt, and with my beach towel packed down, it was my best option. Frustrated I opened a half-empty bottle of fruit juice which had been sitting in a bucket of seawater to keep it cool. The liquid was sweet enough that it might as well be soda. Matt had made me promise not to drink too much of it. We still didn't know what the fruit was, and he was worried that since it was sweet, it must have a lot of sugar in it or how much water it actually had. This could mean dehydration if it was my main way of quenching my thirst. But screw him, he wasn't here now. Thor had made a covert comment about the juice making me weird, whatever that meant. I maintained that it was nonsense. The natives had obviously both eaten the fruit and drunk its juices, so why shouldn't I? One of the things I'd been able to pass the time with, besides whacking off and sunbathing... sometimes simultaneously. Was collecting the fruits, using one of my T-shirts as a sack (I didn't have much use for them anyway), and bottle the juice. I didn't make too much at a time, there was a limit to how much we could eat, and I didn't know how quickly it would go bad. So I'd taken to do it a little bit each day. It wasn't particularly inspiring work, but at least it was something to do. "All right Jacob, we're ready!" Seb called slinging a bag over his shoulder. I snapped out of my thoughts and sprang to my feet. "Finally." I grunted as we all departed into one of the patches that lead past our lavatory and further in between the thousands of bamboo stalks. The rough fabric of the duffle-bag scraping against the skin of my back, which was already sensitive from too much sun. "You could have just gone ahead." Lars said, apparently having heard my last muttering. "I don't know where we're going." I said. "None of us do." Lars replied. He was walking behind me as the last person in the group, walking single file on the narrow path. "We're just looking for the highest point." I looked up the line, past Martin and Thor walking in front of me to the dynamic duo of Seb and Jake who'd taken point in our little trip. Sebastian's cute little brown butt visible as the two of them were horse playing. I wondered if he was the next person we should introduce to the Shrine. Martin had told me earlier that he'd allowed Thor to introduce Lars to the Shrine. I didn't think Lars was the right choice for it, but Martin was the one who called the shot on this, so I didn't say anything. Whether Thor had actually shown him already I didn't know. As far as I knew Lars would just go there to take pictures. I didn't have any reason to believe the two of them were close enough to jerk off together. Sebastian was a completely different subject entirely. He was sweet and nerdy in a good way. He was close with Jake in a way that seemed both highly intimate and completely innocent at the same time. That was another problem too. If I told Seb, he'd tell Jake instantly and I was pretty sure Jake wasn't ready for something like that at all. I vaguely registered that I'd gotten a boner, not sure if it was because of the thoughts I had, or because of the parade of perfectly formed boy butts in walking single file in front of me. Thor's butt was partially obscured right now, not because he was wearing anything but his shirt, but because he was carrying two bags and a guitar. Even Jakes strange underwear didn't hide his butt, because the part that went between his legs, was tugged in-between his little olive cheeks like a G-string, he'd tied up the way too big T-shirt so it wouldn't be in the way when we got into rougher terrain. I really fucking loved this island. After a good ten minutes of walking, we had passed the grove with all the fruit bushes, and after five more minutes we'd reached the border between the lush and the rocky part of the island. We would have gotten there sooner but we weren't walking particularly fast, and we had to snake in and out with the narrow path. I was starting to regret that I hadn't explored a lot of the island. Not that we hadn't already seen quite a bit. We finally reached a smooth cliff side that extended up about five meters. From its top a trickle of water ran down the rock face from somewhere out of view. It was barely enough water that you could tell it was running down and not just a random wet spot on the island. Below it was a tiny pond of water barely a foot deep, but crystal clear. "Alright so this is where we found the mud, that we used for our markings." Sebastian said. He squatted down and looked into the pond; his walking stick planted in the ground for extra stability. If it weren't for his glasses, the illusion of an African boy getting water for his family would be complete. I half expected Martin to slap me over the head for cultural insensitivity. Good thing he couldn't read my mind. "That looks so clean." I said stepping up to get a closer look. "Probably shouldn't drink it." Lars commented from the back. "We don't know what's in it." "I wasn't going... AAAAAH!" I screamed as Sebastian playfully splashed water in my direction. The water was ice cold. A lot colder than I would have ever guessed. "What the fuck!" I retreated and looked at the grinning Seb. "We think it comes from within the island somewhere. If that's true it should be pure enough to drink if we take it directly from the spring." He said, standing up and tugging his hand under his arm to warm it. "Where do we go from here?" Thor asked, looking to Seb, since he was supposed to find the way. Sebastian looked indecisive for a moment but then said. "This way." He said. "We can follow the cliffside till it becomes climbable. We could also have followed the beach but if we did, we would have had to go a longer way around. Wasn't it over here?" he asked looking at Jake. Jake didn't say anything but nodded and shrugged. Not a very big help but since it was our best bet, we went that way. I noticed how low the sun was getting on the sky and hoped we'd get there before it got dark. Then I heard the characteristic sound of an old camera clicking and buzzing and looked back to see what I already knew. Lars had taken a picture of something and was now shaking the polaroid gently. Curious, I hung back till I was next to him. "See anything you liked?" I asked looking over his shoulder to see the picture he'd taken. "Just documenting our trip to the peak." He said. "It's part of the assignment, right?" He held the picture still so I could see the slowly emerging image. A cluster of handsome young men, myself included was toning in, an array of cute butts all lined up next to each other. "You my friend have great taste." I said snickering at him and taking the picture to have a better look while Lars blushed and mumbled something about accidental framing or whatever. Then I remembered I had the exact image in real life in front of me and handed back the little white piece of plastic to Lars. "Did you bring the album too?" I asked. Lars nodded and shook the large shoulder pack where he kept his own camera. We chatted a little back and forth before catching up with the rest of the pack who'd made a stop when the cliff finally seemed to make room for humans to scale it safely. "This looks right." Seb said, sounding a lot more confident now. "Alright but don't go too fast, we're carrying a lot of gear here." Lars said, in a tone I would have called complaining if I'd been in a less forgiving mood. I myself was no stranger to the horrors of hiking. My parents had always made me go on these dreadful church youth-group hiking trips along the St. Lawrence River. "Just remember that we don't have that many hours of daylight left; we need to make the most of it. And there is a lot of island to get lost on." Martin commented. "As long as we keep going up, we should be fine." Sebastian said. "Come on." Sebastian and Jake took point going in between two large boulders and disappeared into the mysterious rocky terrain. My first thought was along the lines of this place being like a labyrinth. The path zigzagged for a while, as we climbed but then started branching off randomly. We often had to stop and think as to what the best approach would be. More than once we had to stop to climb over a hurdle rather than finding a way around. Doing such maneuvers, we had to take our bags off and boost one guy up onto a boulder, this being either Seb or Jake, then hand them the gear before Thor boosted the rest of us up. Thor himself, was a beast and didn't seem to have any trouble getting himself up as the last one. "I can't climb that." Lars said, this time full on complaining were standing at an even bigger ledge than before. He looked hopelessly at the hurdle he had to scale and back at Martin, Thor and me who was handing the last bag up to Seb and Jake, already up top. "It's not that high, you can do it. I'm gonna help you." Thor said putting a protective arm around his tent-mate and guided him forward. He knelt down and cupped his hands ready to boost. I wasn't really sure how I could help so I opted to stand on the other side, ready to push if necessary. Huffing like a bear Lars placed a hand on my shoulder and put his sandaled foot in Thor's hands. In a single quick motion Thor tossed Lars upward having the chubby boy cling comically to the ledge, legs kicking for leverage. I tried getting my shoulder under his foot, but it was no use. On the positive side I did get to have a glance up under the skirt he was wearing. True enough he wasn't wearing anything underneath, and I got a real good look at his dick, dangling like crazy under his vigorous struggle. With a sigh he slid down the boulder and landed on his feet next to me. "That's not happening." He said, heavy hearted and leaned against the rock. "Sorry about that." "No that might be a little ambitious." Thor agreed. "I think no matter what at least one of us is going to be stuck here." He turned to Jake and Seb who was looking down from above. Again, the perspective on nude boy bodies were a lot different from this angle, and my dick twitched and started swelling. The fact that I hadn't cum since this morning was getting to me. I had to pause my brain for a minute. Martin and I had literally had sex this morning, not to mention that if we didn't count his little slip yesterday It had even been my first time having real sex. Despite that I had still been plagued with horny thoughts all afternoon. Granted I usually jerked off four to six times a day, but still. I would have thought being fucked in the ass would quench my sexual thirst at least for a day. I glanced down at my cock, which was on its way to full mast for the sixtieth time today. It would have to wait till I could find a quiet moment. "If you come down carefully one at the time, we'll get you down." Thor called up. Jake nodded and squatted down, getting ready to slide into Thor's arms but Sebastian put a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe we can scout out a better way for you." Sebastian said. "It's easier to spot from up here." "Alright but don't hurt yourself." Martin said. Seb send us a grin and took Jakes hand before disappearing. Lars plunged down on the raw stone beneath him with a sigh and leaned back on his arms. "They really are a pair of oddballs." He said. "Sorry for being so non-acrobatic." "Don't worry about it." Thor said, sitting down next to Lars. "I doubted we would have gotten up that one. Jake is light as a feather, and Seb is pretty agile. "Implied that I am the fat one." He said, a little venom in his voice. Martin looked a little uncomfortable, but Thor was quick to correct. "That's not what I meant." He said. "I know it wasn't." He said. I noticed that Lars placed his hand on Thor's knee. It was a slight and almost inconspicuous gesture. Before I could fully form the thought in my brain, we heard Sebastian's voice above us. "Hey, it looks like you can come up this way around, if you go back a little and take your first left. It will take you to an easy climb. "Awesome." Martin called up and stretched out a hand for Lars to take. I did the same for Thor, and soon we had both on their feet. We left Sebastian and Jake standing where they stood, to go around and find them. The trip around took a few more minutes of walking. I was really hoping Sebastian was right about this, but it turned out not to be a problem. Just around the ledge we found a few smaller boulders which acted as an easy stairway to the next level. When we reached the plateau with all our luggage, I saw Jake sitting on the duffle-bag I'd carried earlier, with all the blankets in it. "We made it." Martin said. "Where is Sebastian?" "He wanted to see if he could scout out the way." Jake said and stood up. We all picked up our bags and continued. "SEB!" Thor called out. And started walking in the same direction. I didn't see why there was any reason to get worked up, but I followed without comment. My legs were getting numb from all this hiking. I was starting to remember why I hadn't spent much time in this side of the island. "Over here!" A muffled voice yelled back. "Hurry I found another painting!" Suddenly the younger boy had piqued my interest. All of us hurried along toward the sound of Seb yelling, following the path in between the next layer of huge boulders. Seb was standing at a fork in the road looking at yet another perfectly smooth rock face, that a native had used as a full-size canvas. Two boys each standing with one arm around the other. The tallest and oldest with his harm around the youngest's shoulders, who in turn had his arm around the eldest's hips. Naked as the day they were born except for their tribal trinkets and so lifelike that my brain registered them as real for a moment. My eyes fell on the massive tool between the oldest boys' legs. Bigger than even Matt's cock. My dick which had already been mostly at 90 % hardness in the last five minutes were now hard as steel and throbbing. So much so that even I got a little embarrassed. Luckily, I was standing in the back of the group, and I was not the only one. Martin was standing next to me struggling with an erection that had to be as powerful as mine. Thor too was not entirely flaccid either and I could have sworn that there was a bulge in Lars' makeshift kilt. But it might have been wishful thinking. Very interesting still. Sebastian and Jake were the only ones who seemed to be less erotically affected by the sight and more curious, and somewhat embarrassed respectably. It was hard to tell with Jake, who was absolutely flushed red in the face with embarrassment at seeing the naked painting. He'd undone the knot in the t-shit a little while back, so it now looked more like a nightgown than a t-shirt. But Sebastian's little cute brown dick was undeniably flaccid. Still the experience was kind of interesting. I was openly bisexual to anyone who cared to ask, and Martin was gay as the day was long. Up until today I'd been pretty sure Thor was mostly straight. I say that only because I had never believed there was any such thing as '100 % straight' and because he at least showed some interest in looking at boys. Lars I was unsure about. He was definitely not all straight through but again, who was? To my eyes Sebastian and Jake still had some measure of innocence in them, especially Jake. Despite or maybe because of how comfortable they were with each other I'd be pretty surprised if any of them had even been close to their first kiss. I was knocked out of my thought process when Jake spoke. "What are they pointing at?" He asked, looking at their hands and making a good effort to not look at their penises. True enough both boys were pointing, one was pointing upward to one side, the other downward to the other. "I think they're pointing the way to somewhere." I said. "It's pretty obvious. But I don't where." "This one is pointing up." Thor said. "Maybe that means the peak?" "Seems logical. Let's go see." I said. We all turned to go up, but Lars called out. Having taken the old camera from around his neck and was looking through the seeker. "Wait Thor can you get in front the picture, but without blocking it. Yes, right there. Act like you're standing with the two of them." Thor looked back at Lars, shrugged and went over next to the tallest guy smiling and pointing in the same direction. "Jacob you stand on the other side and point down." He said. I hesitated for a bit. I still had a massive boner. Jesus Christ when had I started caring about that? I ginned and went over next to the other painted boy and pointed down, making sure to place my hand right next to his dick, in a suggestive gesture. Lars rolled his eyes but snapped the photo, nonetheless. We then followed the narrow path that led further up hoping it would be our destination. "Did you see the dick on that one guy." I whispered to Martin as I walked right behind him in the rear of the group. "Yea." He whispered back in an excited tone. "Wonder if that was genuine or artistic freedom." "I don't care but I wouldn't mind getting plowed by a guy like that." I whispered grinning like a monkey. "Making me feel a little inadequate here." He said playfully. I grinned and snug my hands around his hips fleetingly groping his balls and pressing my dick against his butt letting him feel how hard I was. None of the others saw it with their backs turned but still I could feel him squirm to avoid it. Still I could hear him sigh with desire as I touched him, even if it was against what I had promised. The cool wind that blew over the small field that made up the highest point of the island felt amazing as it blew over my naked body and caressed my exposed parts. "Hey! Andre! Matt!" I called out as soon as I saw the two of them, one dark skinned nude figure sitting in the tall grass while the shirtless white figure was using a palm leaf to get a pretty ambitious looking bonfire to catch on. A cage made of six long dry bamboo stalks was holding in a huge amount of dried leaves and piled up firewood. I tossed my bag in the grass and strolled over to Matt whom were squatting next to his creation. He was shirtless but wearing his shorts as usual. When he didn't answer my call, I placed my hands on each of his shoulders and leaned forward to watch. "Having trouble?" I asked in a mildly teasing tone. He wasn't having as much luck as he'd hoped with the fire, that was obvious. I looked out into the horizon where I could see two other islands. One close enough by to see the features of the landscape and another one further away but still plainly visible. A single glance at the sun told me we had less than 45 minutes of sunlight left, and the shadow were already getting long. "Do you just not have a personal bubble?" Matt said, with just a hint of irritation. Looking up at me from his position. "What?" I asked. Genuinely not understanding what I'd done now. "I can literally feel your dick on my shoulder." He said dryly. I perched my lips in sudden realization and quickly withdrew my pelvis. "Sorry I forgot." I said, sincerely. I had actually forgotten that being nude meant accidental dick touching might happen. "It's ok. Just try to remember if you're going to walk around like that." He said, still irritably. "Again, sorry. I just wanted to help you with the fire. When you make big fires it's better to make small one first and then move it into the big fire. But I'm pretty sure we can save this one in time." I worked with Matt to get the fire going for a little while, adding more easy burning stuff and make sure the fire got enough air. When it seemed to be working Matt's mood cleared up pretty quickly. We were still working on it when Seb and Martin asked me if I'd seen the statue. Calling it a statue was almost an insult to the beautiful piece of art that I'd somehow managed to miss before now. Maybe I'd only seen it in my peripheral vision and mistaken it for one of the real boys that were now assembled around it. Lars was already taking pictures of it from every possible angle. While Sebastian, Jake, Martin and Thor were inspecting it. Even as the darkness approached, we could not for the love of life figure out how the islanders had managed to make it. As dusk set in the only light source was a brilliant flaming pyre of Matt's making, the flame dancing high and sending little flying sparks up into the air. As the air was getting colder, we all huddled in on the fire and prepared a hasty dinner. Canned sausages were put on sticks which we're held into the fire by everyone. "So according to the letter, we've claimed the island as our temporary home now, isn't that right?" Martin said. He and I was sharing a blanket sitting next to each other. Undenounced to anyone else, I was nuzzling his abdomen and from time to time grazing his private parts with my hand. I even tried to jerk him of silently under the blanket, but he pushed my hand away with no comment. I guess that was technically beyond the parameters of our agreement. Still I liked to feel the raw energy of his hard penis between my fingers. "Yes, that's true. At least in the eyes of the islanders." Thor said. "I wonder who actually own the islands." "They probably belong to some country, or maybe a company." Martin suggested. "Or an eccentric rich guy." I suggested. "Maybe. I just think it's weird that none of us have ever heard of these islands before." Martin said, speculatively. He made a little jolt as I cupped his balls gently under the blanket. "Hey look over there." Matt said, his eyes turned towards the water, which was nothing but a sea of darkness at this point. But there was two exception out there. Two tiny specks of flickering lights were visible right where the other two visible islands had been when the sun was still out. "The other islands!" Matt said. "They have bonfires too!" he sounded excited as if he didn't remember that the letter from this morning had said this would happen. It was still amazing. A little sign that around us, other boys and even girls were also stranded on their own little islands looking over at our bonfire. "I wish we had binoculars with us up here." Matt said. "I can't believe you forgot them." "I'm sorry." Lars muttered, yawning mid-sentence. "Matt!" Andre suddenly exclaimed. He'd been sitting with a blanket of his own, over his naked body, staring into the fire, but was now staring wide eyed at Matt. A split second later I saw why. "Your arms... you're... you're glowing!" Andre stammered as if he didn't believe it. It was true. As soon as Matt had stepped away from the firelight in order to get a better look at the bonfires in the distance, spots of light had started lighting up in a flurry of white patches on his skin. His bare chest was covered with them. And it only took me a second to see what it was. With glee I darted out of the warmth of the blanket at got to my feet. Then I stepped into the darkness next to Matt. The second I did so, all the little markings where Martin had made drawings on my skin all over my naked body with the white paint, my skin lid up like it was fluorescent. It was unbelievable and I looked back at the others with big wondrous eyes. "It's the paint!" I said as if I'd just witnessed the. "The paint we made is glowing somehow... how is this possible?" Nobody said anything or even tried to answer my question at first. Suddenly everyone was scuttling and thrashing to free themselves of their blankets in order to join Matt and me. Soon all of us were standing just outside of the radius of light from the bonfire, glowing in the dark like giant fireflies staring at each other with awe. Sebastian's dragon painting that Jake had made was especially impressive. It's coiling body and tail twisting around his small naked body. Jake on the other hand was still wearing Andre's t-shirt. Something the dark-skinned boy hadn't commented on if he'd noticed. "I think it's the moon." Jake said, his voice more powerful than it usually was. "look, it's only when my skin is uncovered." He pulled out the hem of the shirt showing that the paint that had covered his entire shoulder and chest, I remembered, didn't glow when it wasn't exposed to the outside air. Instinctively I looked up. The moon hung there in the sky as always. It was glowing powerfully like it always did out here, it wasn't even full now, yet it could still light up the night sky with the myriad of stars that could be seen. No, it wasn't every night. "You're right!" I said. Realizing something. "Last night it was cloudy and raining. I think you are right it has to be the moon." Everyone stood there for a long while then Seb said. "Look! The statue is glowing too!" It was true. My eyes followed his pointing finger and saw the statue glow just as brightly as we were. Suddenly I heard Martin clap loudly next to me and I turned to look at him. "That's it. We can't just let a moment like this pass. Everyone take your clothes off so we can see your markings. Come on!" He ordered. "You too Matt. And Jacob get us some of that juice and some alcohol, we have to have a toast to this." For the first time Matt didn't argue or scowl at being told to strip down. Instead he nodded quietly and proceeded to undo the button in his shorts and letting them fall, exposing his heavy, slightly swollen cock to the chilly midnight air. I could clearly see his heavy ball sack shrivel a little in the cold and begin to tug up under the shaft. On the other hand, Jake looked weary at the prospect of stripping. It was not unexpected. He didn't seem to have a problem with us seeing his little dick and balls, but you never saw him without a shirt, which I'd always found weird. While I found the bottle of alcohol and the fruit juice, I saw Sebastian whisper something in Jake's ear. I didn't know what it was, but whatever he said it seemed to persuade Jake to disrobe. Hesitatingly and with his back turned to everyone but Sebastian he removed the t-shirt so he was only wearing the strange piece of underwear he had on. He didn't turn around before Sebastian had looked him up and down, and given him a thumbs up. His chest was absolutely magical to look at. It lit up so brightly it was impossible to see anything but his flawless, if frail figure. Smiling weakly, he started to undo his underwear as well, exposing his cute dangling penis to the rest of is. It was the first time I'd seen him fully naked and it made me stop and look for a second. Lars too was untying the belt he was wearing and let the skirt of fabric fall to the ground. Everyone else were already naked and ready for whatever Martin had planned. I poured fruit juice into a half empty bottle of vodka and sniffed it. The sweet unique scent of the fruit mixed with the tight smell of ethanol was uncanny. When I went around the group pouring into everyone's respective mug, Jake seemed uneasy at the prospect. "I don't know about this. I haven't had alcohol before." He said. I couldn't help but smile and placed my hand reassuringly on his shoulder, feeling the soft skin under it. "Just a taste won't harm you, bud." I said and poured him a little bit. When everybody had a full glass, Martin held out his mug and said. "To our island!" he said, in a booming official voice. "To complete freedom and to our unquestioned friendship. May the Goddess of this Island bless us all." "Cheers!" Everyone said though some couldn't help but snicker. We all drank deeply from our cups. Jake and Seb immediately started coughing, and I too had to choke it down. Maybe a one to one solution was a little too much vodka. "Who is the Island Goddess?" Matt said teasingly. Andre's arm around his shoulders as I poured another round of drinks... after adding a lot more juice to the mix. Martin didn't respond but simply send Matt a mysterious smile. "I'm getting really tired." Jake informed the group some time later. "Seb and I are going to sleep over there so you don't disturb us. Is that ok?" He asked. "Sure thing bro." Andre said. "I won't be long. Is anyone going to stay up and look after the fire till it's burned down?" "I'm not going to bed just yet." I said. Soon Jake, Seb, Matt, Andre and Lars all unpacked a bunch of the blankets, under the light of their own glowing bodies and set up sleeping arrangements under the stars on the other side of the plateau. "You coming?" Lars asked Thor, but Thor shook his head. "I'll stay up a little while longer, if it's ok with you Sw... eh Lars." He seemed to get a little coughing fit at the end of his sentence. "All right, goodnight." Lars said, lifting his hand in a tired gesture after brushing it over Thor's hair in a weird way. "This has been a weird day." Thor mumbled watching Lars' behind disappear on to the other side of the ledge only appearing when he stood to roll out a few blankets. "Yes, it has." I said, waggling my eyebrows at Martin who didn't see it because he was in the middle of a yawn, that he had no doubt contracted from Lars. "What?" Thor asked suddenly sharply but still in hushed tone. "What?" I asked back, suspicious. "What does this mean? Thor asked, waggling his eyebrows liked I'd just done. "Oh that..." I said. Side glancing to Martin. "That was..." I was quickly cut off when I felt Martins hand clamp down on my still pretty swollen penis under the blanket in a clear attempt to make sure I didn't say too much. "That's nothing. Just a lot of weird things going on today that's all. I mean we are glowing." I said, holding my arm down to prevent him from doing anything I'd regret. "If you say so." Thor said looking weirdly at us. "Tell us instead." Martin said, quickly changing the subject. I hastily picked up the leftover drinks and poured us all another round. Martin was no longer holding my junk in a death grip, but he hadn't let go either. "Did you show the shrine to Lars?" He asked. Thor nodded. A sheepish smile stared to show on his face. "Yea I did. Just after you told me it was ok." He said with a nod to Martin. "And..?" I asked, now curious at where this was going. "And we took some pictures of the whole thing, the hot lady on the wall and the circle jerking boys..." Thor continued dampening his voice, probably so none of the sleepers could hear him. "And then..." I lead on building the tension. I practically had to haul it out of this guy. "Ok, ok." Thor finally gave in. "I convinced him to do it. It wasn't that hard when we both had a look at that painting." I could practically feel the boy blush, and covered it up by taking a big sip from his beverage. When he held the cup out for a refill, I didn't hesitate. My head was already buzzing more than it should be but fuck it I was young and naked on an island full of cute boys. If there ever was a time to do stupid things now would be it. Deviously smiling I watched him take another sip, then proceeded to sip from my own cup once again, resettling my hand around Martin's junk after having used it to pour. "You guys can keep a secret, right?" Thor asked sounding a little less coherent than he had half an hour ago. "If I couldn't, you'd know I was playing with Martins dick under the blanket right now." I said, giggling at Martins flushed face and indignant glare at me, which I countered by pulling out on his foreskin causing him to flinch just a little bit. "I didn't... no." He said a little perplexed. "Maybe I shouldn't... It's a little difficult but I need to talk to someone about it." "No... please tell us." Martin said. "We won't make fun of you I promise." He looked at me sternly for some reason. "Don't look at me. You people have seen me masturbate with two fruits at the same time, I hardly have any leverage to judge what you do with Lars." I said, trying to sound innocent. Thor sighed and sat back, once again sipping his cup. "I kinda promised Lars I woudn't tell anybody. But I need to talk about it..." He made a groaning sound of indecision and then looked back and forth between us. "I need to jerk off, do you guys want to jerk off?" he said abruptly and looked around as if he was afraid of wolves or something. I rose an eyebrow at this sudden request and change of tone. I had not expected him to ask that question. "If you tell me about what happened between you guys, I'll jerk you off for you." I said, grinning deviously and winking at him. "And I'll tell you what Martin and I did this morning." "Hey!" Martin said, a little louder than I was comfortable with. "Dude, it's only fair." I said back. "Come on. Let do it." Leaning my head towards Martins shoulder I removed the blanket that was covering Martins and my own naked bodies, revealing my hand having a tight grasp on his member, slowly stroking it back and forth. Meanwhile Thor had taken off his own blanket and was now absentmindedly stroking his own cock right in front of us. I could feel my own dick pulsating as it had been doing all evening aching to empty its contents with the touch of someone else's skin. "I meant what I said." I said when a few silent moments had passed, of me masturbating Martin and watching Thor. "Oh..." Thor said, suddenly avoiding my gaze. "Sorry I can't always tell if you're joking." I grinned but when he still hesitated, I rolled my eyes and padded the empty space next to me. Finally, the buff dude understood I'd been serious and scooted over. "Hey if you're offering." He mumbled and laid down next to me, his body-paintings lighting up like a luminescent fish in the moonlight. Slowly I moved his hands over the nice chiseled abs I could feel under the tights skin of his abdomen, a shaky exhale left my mouth. Feeling the muscles of a body like his made my heart flutter and my body shiver with sexual tension. As I slowly ran my fingers down his pubic area and gently around his shaft cupping the balls, he gave the tiniest little breath of excitement. His balls were so different from Martins, in my other hand. His was pressing lightly against the skin of the sack, slowly pulling backwards while Martins had already settled far up under his shaft. Soon Martin had also laid down on my other side, hands behind his head while I was gently massaging both penises, one in each hand. Relaxing, I laid down between the two of them slowly but surely jerking both off. "Now I just need one in my mouth and one in my butt and I can cross that off my bucket list" I whispered with humor in my voice. Both guys snickered from either side of me. "You can't possibly want to do that." Martin said, his hand nuzzling my hair. "Don't tell me you never dreamt of having a five-way." I said. "Now hold up your end of the bargain. Tell us what happened with Lars." I turned to Thor. I few seconds of silence went by, where you could only hear the soft sounds of penises jerking off. "Alright." Thor said finally exhaling after having held his breath. I was vaguely aware that Martin's hand was on my lap, itching its way unworthy. "One of the first nights we were here we... we met each other on the beach while he was photographing and we kind of ended up with him taking nude pictures of me." He started. "Don't ask how it got started but one thing led to another and I ended up giving him a... you know..." "A what? A kiss?" Martin asked. "Yes... and a blowjob." He said, I could practically feel the embarrassment in his voice. "Nice job." I said. "Was it good?" "He said so, he jerked me off too and that was really good. Ever since then we've kinda been playing around together, in our tent mostly. Then when I showed him the Shrine, we ended up taking more pictures like that. "Any of them lewd?" I asked quickly, I was excited now. I could feel Martin had finally reached my dick and was now playing with my balls. "All of them lewd." He said. "Please tell me he didn't delete them." Martin said. "I doubt that." Thor said. "But I think you'll need to steal his camera to see them. I don't think he'll show you, and please don't ask him. I don't think he wants me to tell you this." "Then what?" I asked. "Well we jerked off together, into the crevice." Thor continued. "And then... then he..." I waited in silence, but he didn't make me ask. "He asked me to be his boyfriend." He said. I stopped jerking both guys off when he said that. That was not what I'd expected. I didn't know why; it was a perfectly reasonable thing for Lars to have asked. But I'd never considered it. "Did you... What did you say?" Martin asked. "Yes... obviously." Thor said. "How could I say no." He trailed off a little bit. "Well do you love him." Martin asked. Again, it took several long seconds for him to respond. "I do... I do love him." Thor said. "But I'm... I'm nervous about it. I mean... how do you know for sure?" "Eh... maybe I shouldn't be jerking you off if you have a boyfriend." I said, with a tiny voice. "No, it's ok." Thor said. "He made it clear it was an open relationship, but I still don't know what to do. Do you? I mean what do you do?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean you two are together right? It's pretty obvious that you fool around." "No." Martin and I said in unison. "We're not boyfriends. We're just jerk-off buddies." Martin said, having also paused jerking me off. "I think we can upgrade that to fuck-buddies." I said, resuming my double hand job. "Given that you pounded my butt like a lion in heat this morning." "What? Seriously!" Thor said, sounding awed. "You guys had real sex?" "Uh huh." I said. "Pretty great sex too, Martin is a real stud, definitely worth the sore ass afterward." "I'm sorry about that." Now it was Martin's turn to be embarrassed. "I didn't mean to be so rough." "Wow... that's a lot to process." Thor said. "Is it... hard to do? Does it hurt?" "Asking for a friend?" I asked. "Well, Lars said he wanted to do it. He wanted to really do it one of these days. But I'm very nervous about it." Thor confessed. "I don't know what to do or if it's safe." "Did he say whether he wanted to fuck you... or?" Martin asked "No... not... No, he didn't. I mean, the way he said it could mean... but I am not sure what exactly he meant." Thor rambled on. "Well what do you want?" I asked. "I... I don't know. I mean. I think I want to do the fucking, but up until recently I thought a lot of things. Now I have a boyfriend and I'm confused. I don't even know how to do butt sex properly. Does it even feel good for the catcher?" "Of cause it does." I said. "Male butts are made to be fucked, otherwise it wouldn't have a sweet spot." "What?" Thor asked. "The male butt has a g-spot. It's different from the one in a vagina but it's there." I said. "You didn't know that?" "No I didn't... that's. So, if I put something up there It's going to feel good?" "Yea." I said. "I can show you." I sat up next to him looking down into his eyes. Martin had also sat up halfway. He knew about this I was sure, but still he seemed interested in what I was saying. "Now?" He asked. "I can't see very much." I snorted and grinned back at Martin. "You don't have to. Lift your legs up and I can show you." I said scooting over so I sat between his legs, but Thor sat up immediately. "I don't want you to fuck me... I... We can play and jerk off but that's going a little too far." He said hastily and quietly. "Don't worry I wasn't planning on it." I said, placing my hand on his chest and pushing him back down. "I just want to show you what I mean." Thor behaved but still looked nervous, as I took the bottle of juice and poured a little over my fingers. Next to us, Martin was staring wide eyed, masturbating himself at a moderate tempo. "Lift your legs." I whispered and spread out his butt cheeks with my hand. "Isn't that dirty?" He asked, but nevertheless spreading his legs obediently showing me his tight hole. I noticed how he had two handprint markings on each butt cheek, and it made me snicker. "I can wash my hands, now try to relax your hole." I said. Without hesitation I placed my lubed-up fingers against his little hole and massaged it lightly, just like I'd done to myself on occasion. As expected, he immediately clamped his sphincter shut. "Relax" I whispered making little circular motions with my fingers, sooner or later he'd give me an opening. With my fingers lubed up I could have easily forced the entrance, but this was a delicate matter. It was supposed to feel good. Finally, I felt him relax for just a moment, catching his breath. At that moment I pressed my index finger through the hole and inside him. He gasped at the sudden feeling of having something inside him. A feeling I knew and loved all too well myself. "That feels weird." He whispered, a slight whimper of vulnerability in his voice. I could feel every little shiver in his body through my finger. "Keep relaxing." I said, moving my finger a little bit inside him. Then after a little bit of silent only broken by Martins furious masturbating, I dared to introduce another finger, pulling out a little and sneaking the next one in with his next natural relaxation. He gasped once again as I pressed both fingers inside him. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "Not really." Thor said. "Just feeling very... Full" I made a reassuring sound and slowly pressed my fingers in deeper, curling my fingers a little bit upward towards his front. Then finally I felt it, the little tight knob I was looking for. As soon as I made contact with it and applied a little pressure Thor squirmed and a drop of presumably white fluid ran down the length of his very hard cock. "Feel that?" I asked. "That is your prostate. It makes ejaculate fluid and it's responsible for making your cum shoot out when your body contracts." I stimulated the prostate again making him squirm under me. Martin was still looking on in fascination. With a little smile directed at him I grasped Thor's dick with my free hand and started jerking him off, while at the same time rubbing his sweet spot with the two fingers I had inside him. Keeping my fingers like that was actually hard work which sored up the muscles in my lower arm quickly, but Thor didn't hold out for long. Biting down hard so he didn't make a sound he came hard very quickly. I could feel his hole tighten and relax around my fingers in quick succession. Something I imagined would feel incredible around my dick if it had been in there. Then my other hand quickly got covered in a large amount of wet runny cum spewing from Thor's penis all over himself. When he finally finished, I easily extracted my fingers and turned to wash them with water and soap from one of our bags. "Holy fuck... that was... good." Thor said. His body relaxing in the grass. I could practically feel the tensions leaving his body through the sound of his breathing and his body posture. Martin was still jerking off on the blanket next to him, although his movements were slow and clearly stalling for momentum rather than going for effect. "I can show you how to do it, it's not that hard." I said, still hushed and whispering. With my fingers cleaned off I laid back down between the two of them "It makes the prospect of bottoming a little less scary, don't you think." "A little." Thor agreed. "It's nice to know it can feel good. Is it weird if I'm actually a little excited about it too?" "It's how I've always felt about it, till I tried it." I said. I scooted in next to Martin and put my arm around his shoulders, while I carefully pried his penis out of his hand and took over the massaging of his impossibly firm member. With a sigh he pressed his mouth against mine and started to passionately kiss me. I could feel Thor's eyes on us from behind me and hear his heavy, spend breathing next to me. A few very long and blissful moments passed by while the two of us kissed and massaged each other's penises. He wasn't jerking me off as much as he was holding both my dick and balls in his hands and grinding his hand against them, so I felt the friction. I too had taken a minimalist approach and taken his shaft into my hand, jerking him off by squeezing a little so his foreskin slid back and forth. When we broke the kiss, Thor's breathing behind me had changed character. "Sounds like our resident jock has fallen asleep." I whispered. At the same time pressed the head of his penis against my own that he was holding. The hot breath of his deep sigh on my face told me he liked it. "We should put a blanket on him." He said, his whisper shaking still. "When we're done here." I said, kissing him on the mouth. "You up for a quick peek inside?" he asked sheepishly, after all we'd done together, he was still shy about it. A trait I had to admit I found very cute and attractive. "Only if it's in you." I said. "I'm still way too sore, tomorrow maybe." He sighed this time from disappointment, not from pleasure. I kept rubbing our dick heads together, feeling the tingling in my groin traveling up my spine. "I promise you'll get to do it. But it's a little late for that kind of experiment. What if I scream?" "If you don't, I'm not doing it right." I said. "I'm going to hold you to that." He snickered and we kissed again. "Then how about this?" He whispered. I felt a tug on the blanket we were both laying on and two of us rolled around together. Wrapped in the blanket like a big burrito face to face. His warm sweaty body pressed tightly pressed against mine. His entire weight on top of me. But most of all his dick pressing down in the crevice between my dick and my left thigh. Equally important was mine in the same position on him. He had the upper hand, both by being on top and by being the only one of us whose arms were free. He braced himself with his elbows on either side of my head and ran his fingers through my hair as he kissed me deeply. All I could do was to place my hands on his hips and feel the big muscles work as he started humping and gyrating, Not just his hips but his whole body. It wasn't the same as him being inside me, but the feeling of a warm masculine body on top of me, taking me, was exhilarating. I surrendered to the sensations immediately. When Martin got into it and let himself be the dominant one it was the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced. Sexier than the time I'd secretly masturbated in class. In our abstinence only sex education class no less. It was sexier than any kind of domination porn I'd ever seen. Oddly enough domination porn wasn't really my thing anyway, but this was different. "God damn it." I whispered between clenched teeth. I could tell he was close to cumming so if I had to say it was now or never. I felt him slow down as he looked down on me, confused. He didn't stop moving completely though. "What?" He said "Just do it!" I said. "You know you want to." I lifted my legs up as far as I could with the tight blanket, to show him what I meant. He snickered and planted a kiss on my forehead. "No, not if you're still sore." He whispered back. "But..." I began but he cut me off. "Tomorrow, if you feel like it." He said. He smothered my protest with a kiss and started humping me again. I fell in with the movement and found the rhythm easily. I felt his shaft between my thighs and his soft balls touch mine, my shaft in the little folds of skin that was made up his groin. Finally, I let myself cum my orgasm so intense I forgot the world existed. I didn't cry out just smothered my groan in Martins shoulder as I held him close with every limb I had. I could feel every pump of sperm from my dick but didn't feel the wetness of it on my skin before the last weak pump. By then Martin was in the middle of his own finish. I could feel it in the way his body was convulsing. He didn't stop humping me, he didn't hold me in close he just kept moving as if felt his hot fluid soak my groin. Gradually his humping subsided, and we were left gasping on top of each other. We had both made a valiant effort to stay silent. Finally, Martin opened his eyes and looked into mine. I couldn't help but snicker at his almost bamboozled facial expression. We both broke out in a hushed laugh, and Martin rolled off me, exposing my glittering body to the evening air, once again setting my tribal marking alight. "Didn't expect to see that happening tonight." A voice said. Coming from my other side. The noise startled me, and I spun a little too quickly, causing my soaked and still half erect dick to slam comically against my pubic area. Martin too sat up, suddenly alarmed. Then he looked down at Thor's wide eyes and grinning face. His muscular body turned towards us glowing in the moonlight and his chiseled stomach still glistening with drying cum from earlier. "Did we wake you?" I asked, sheepishly. I was feeling a little embarrassed, which Thor had only made me feel once before when he and Martin caught me with a fruit up my ass. "Fucking right next to my ear? No not at all." His sarcasm was thick but amused, I could feel myself blush, good thing it was night out here and the only light came from the bonfire and the moon. "We didn't actually fu..." Martin started. "I know I heard." Thor said. "Are you sure you two aren't dating?" "Yea." Both Martin and I said, both puzzled but a little out of synch. "Alright." Thor said, sitting up with an almost theatrically amount of skepticism in his voice. "It's just a lot of chemistry between two guys who aren't dating, that's all I'm saying." He got to his knees and dusted himself off, drying the cum off of his body with a corner of our blanket. "Well, I'm gonna go spoon with my boyfriend. Sleep tight. He said before planting a quick kiss on my forehead and heading off towards the place where the others were sleeping. Both of us watched his muscular butt walk away. I noticed that the two handprint-markings that was lighting up in the moonlight looked a lot like the hands someone was blowing him from the front. "I am such an idiot." Martin said as he laid back next to me on the blanket and sighed deeply with exasperation. "Oh, come on." I said, scooting in next to him and pulling the blanket from his side over us both so it was folded in half and acted both as a duvet and as a sheet. I laid my head on his arm as he put it around me. "Haven't you ever fantasized about being watched." "Not really... it's embarrassing. Being seen when I'm getting so much into it." He said, I couldn't help but laugh loudly at this. So loudly that Martin had to shove his hand over my mouth to stop me. "Don't ever stop being so Canadian, Martin." I said, kissing him on the cheek and snuggling in close to him. I could feel he wanted to protest and was glad he didn't. I felt asleep to the sound of his breathing, with the scent of Martin and cum in my nose, and the touch of his warm bare skin on my body. [Tags: Masturbation, fingering, frottage.]