Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2020 19:23:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Island Part 9 (Young Friends) It rained that night, with the wind howling, soaking most things, dampening the ardour and the spirits of the boys. Andy and Dan had been giggling in their shelter, obviously playing with each other. Will and Sam were keen to as well but the constant drip of water stifled their desires. Neither of them slept well and they were up early, they saw Mike who looked thoughtful. Sam was plotting some alone time with Will before Stan gatecrashed so said they were going inland to see if there was any damage or any thing of interest had changed. Stan watched them go, then went to see Mike, feigning ignorance. "we need to think about making things more waterproof, that was just a rainstorm, if we get really bad tropical storm we'll be blown away. Have you seen Sam and Will? I want them to take me on that tour of parts of the island where we might get better materials." Mike bought it and told Stan they'd just gone and Stan said he'd go after them. He followed the stream, tracking them quietly. He wasn't quite sure of his plan, but he wanted to be balls deep in them whatever it took. He came to the waterfall and pond, he knew it was amazing from they'd said but it took his breath away. He heard the boys in there, he noticed the path heading higher up so he carefully walked that way, up the path at the side of it heading upwards through the foliage, giving him a vantage point where he could look down on them. He looked down on them below as they walked naked into the pond, they started kissing before Sam bobbed under the water obviously sucking Will's dick. He remembered the time he tricked Will at school into letting him put his dick up that fuckable bum and he wanted it again. The boys moved into the shallows, lying on the sand in the sun and starting to suck each other at the same time. Stan slipped his hand down his pants to wank off, then stopped himself, No. keep that for the boys. Use that lust in a positive way, to drive him to maybe even cross the line and force them. He was about to sneak down to surprise the boys mid suck, that was part one of his plan. Part two was much vaguer but involved persuading them to let him fuck them. Not a great amount of detail in the plan but he was happy to give it a go. He heard a noise just by the other pond in front of him, he sneaked forward, there was a waterfall there was well, cascading down into an equally nice slightly smaller pool. What was the noise? He moved slightly around the pond then caught himself, he had a plan and this wasn't it. Time to catch the boys at it. He turned round and almost fell into the pond in shock. In front of him was a dark skinned boy, about his age, looking at him, blocking his path. The boy was the most beautiful boy Stan had ever seen, dark skin like chocolate, dark eyes framed by lashes, lips that begged to be kissed. Stan tried to shake his head, what was happening to him? This was because he needed release, his body was just playing tricks he thought. The boy was only wearing a sort of leaf loin cloth, he definitely didn't want the boy to see him looking so he kept looking into those dark eyes. The boy beamed at him, then beckoning him he led him to the side of the waterfall. Unseen from the pond and only visible at the last minute and even then not very obvious was a small cave entrance behind the rushing water of the waterfall. Bending down to go into what looked like a small cave, Stan followed the boy inside. There was another small cave entrance to the side of the small cave, which was empty aside from what looked like a few of the plant loincloths. The boy looked at Stan, pointed at his clothes and made undressing actions. Stan blushed, but the boy was persistant. The boy made a big deal of pulling off his loincloth to stand there fully naked, with his dick swinging in Stan's direction as the boy smiled.. Stan had thought he had a big dick but the boy's was bigger and his dick was a thing of beauty. Perfectly proportioned, 4 1/2 inches long, thick, a big head poking out of the foreskin, lots of hair and two weighty balls. It looked amazing and Stan licked his lips subconsciously. The boy pointed again at his clothes, Stan was interested to see where this was going so he stripped off and the boy beamed at him, then took his hand and led him into the side cave entrance. This then led to a surprising sight. What Stan assumed would be just a small cave was actually a massive well lit cavern, They appeared to be in a or the hollowed out crater of the volcano, light streamed down on a really big pond in the distance, probably full from where the rain fell earlier, this in turn split off into small rivulets heading out of the cave which Stan guessed were the streams, one of them being the one of their beach. The boy showed him around, there were steps leading down to a salt water lagoon which must have led outside to the sea under the rocks or maybe a channel. The boy made fishing actions and also others that suggested more boys were around. They went back upstairs and the main area was full of lots of cubby holes and potential accommodation, carved out of the rock by someone or something. Some at floor level, some he could see higher up. Some were covered with leaves which he guessed was for privacy. It was amazing and so much more comfortable than their camp. It was so big they'd all fit in there, it looked you could probably fit a couple of hundred people at a push. Stan had no idea who had done this, he doubted it was the boys and didn't really know how to ask by hand signals. Nor would he understand an answer anyway! The boy led him by hand up some steps to a small little cave which at the far end of it it looked out over the sea and the view took his breath away. They were surprisingly high up, he couldn't see the camp but he could see a small beach below kissed by the sea. It was obviously the boy's bedroom, he had coconut matting and leaves down on the stone floor, piled up to no doubt give some protection from the hard rock, as well as a rough sheet and pillow made from the fibres of coconuts or another plant perhaps. The boy made a sign to say he slept there, he then gently pushed Stan onto the sheets and joined him smiling. Stan was amazed at everything, this could revolutionise their lives, they'd be protected from the weather, they'd be warm, they'd have access to drinking water, to the sea. However he wasn't sure if the boy knew about the camp and whether or not he'd be happy to have almost 50 boys join them. Stan then had a thought, what if they were cannibals?! The boy smiled at him, put his hand on his leg stroking it and then made hand signs, with a hole and finger with a grin. "oh god he wants me to fuck him" said Stan almost cumming at the thought of it, hardening rapidly before the boy got some sort of gel lube substance from the side of his bed. He smiled at Stan, then slipped his finger round and started rubbing it on Stan's bum. Stan realised then he was the one who was going to be fucked. His brain was screaming NO!, no one had even been close to fucking him before, this was something he did to younger boys, he was the dominant one. However, his body was saying YES, particularly once the boy gently played with Stan's hard dick, his dark brown hand moving up and down Stan's thick white dick, an erotic visual effect that Stan liked. The boy rolled Stan on to his side, and pulled him close in a hug. Stan could feel the boy's hardening dick against his leg. Stan relaxed into the hug, he felt safe for the first time since home. He realised how much he missed affection, physical touch. All that plotting to get the younger boys seemed like a different world, this is what he wanted. Not just wanted, needed. The boy ran his fingers over Stan's lubed hole and lined his hard dick up against Stan's hole. Stan was waiting for the first thing to ever go through that entrance and deep into him. He felt the head pushing against his hole, he relaxed and pushed back, it was all that was needed for the dick to enter. He gasped as he felt the thick head of the boy's dick go through his anal ring and then scrape all the way up his insides. It felt so big, filling him up, but so good at the same time. There was a bit of pain but Stan didn't care, it felt so good as the boy thrust in and out of him, the cave full of grunts and groans and ragged breathing. They were both drenched in sweat, the bodies enjoined, the boy in ecstasy at being deep in Stan, Stan unaware of where he was, all he knew was the boy and his dick. Then with a cry and a deep thrust the boy shot into him, holding Stan close as he did a few slow thrusts after he'd orgasmed, shooting the last bit of cum into Stan. Stan got his breathing back, and took stock, he could feel the boy's softening dick in his bum, the cum inside him dribbling down, what had he done, he'd let this boy he didn't know take him. No one had ever done that, he thought he should feel humiliated but he didn't. The boy rolled him over and smiled, then got on all fours, lubed up his hole and grabbed Stab's dick, he obviously wanted Stan to fuck him now. Stan didn't need any invitation, he lubed up his dick, got behind the boy and gently entered him. The boy moaned and so did Stan as he started to go in and out of him. It felt so good, so tight and warm, this was what he was waiting for, all those weeks of tension backed up soon to be released. He was dripping from being fucked before he'd even entered the boy and knew he wouldn't last long. Stan started to feel it building, from his toes, then through his body, he knew it was coming, a wave of pleasure about to wash over him, he suddenly stiffened, cried out and shot a load up the boy as he felt the best orgasm ever hit him. He gently kept thrusting until he softened and the boy smiled at him, then used some leaves to wipe up the cum dribbling from both of them. The boy walked to the edge of the cave and through the leaves over the side. As he walked back Stan was overcome with how much he wanted to be in the boy again, and for him to be in him. "But I don't even know his name!" Stan thought. He smiled at the boy, pointed at himself and said "Stan", the boy smiled, pointed at himself and called himself "Efo". Efo got back on the bed and wrapped his arms around Stan. They lay there in each other's arms, Stan felt like he never wanted to leave. it was so warm, he felt so safe, a wave of tiredness hit him and he dozed off in Efo's arms, with Efo doing the same...