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Chapter 13: Matt - June 15th Night
"I know you said they were going to think it's weird if we disappear two nights in a row." I said as Andre and I were brushing our teeth, by the plastic bag with drinking water that was hanging from my tent post. Everyone was more or less getting ready for bed, except the ones that were already sleeping. Jake and Sebastian had decided to sleep on the beach, which honestly sounded like a good idea. I was actually looking forward to having the tent to myself. I had still not decided if I still wanted to keep wearing the loincloth, or if I wanted to go back to shorts. I didn't think I'd hear the end of it if I went back to swimming with shorts again, so I'd pretty much come to peace with the fact that even the new guys would be skinny dipping with us from now on.
It also helped that I was not the only one struggling with my sexuality among us. I'd imagine it was easier for straight guys to bold around naked together.
"I just don't think it's a good idea." Andre said. "Last time was a little... impulsive. I don't know what came over me."
"But you liked it." I said. "You said you did." My voice was muffled by the toothbrush in my mouth.
"Dude, you gotta understand. I ain't gay. I don't know what came over me last night, but suddenly we're doing it right there." Andre paused to spit out the toothpaste. "And then, it's the best sex I ever had. I just need to figure this out before I decide to do anything with you again."
"I know." I said. "I just really liked what we did, and I don't want it to stop."
"It's also to protect your feelings." I felt his hand on my shoulder. "I care about you, and I don't want to give you the wrong impression."
"I don't know what impression I'm supposed to have." I said, his words made me feel empty. "I don't expect you to be my boyfriend or anything. I just want you to be my friend."
"Hey, you'll always have that." He said. "I value you and that's why I want to make sure I really do want a male lover or if it was just a heat of the moment thing."
"It wasn't a heat of the moment thing." I mumbled. "No sex is that amazing and is just heat of the moment." I knew full well I didn't know what I was talking about, but it felt right.
"I know." Andre said. "Goodnight." He gave me a hug. I lingered a little bit and brushed my hand against his side when we broke contact. Then I watched his naked backside as he went over to his own tent and crawled inside. I sighed. Why had he suddenly flipped on his back about this. I could understand not being in the mood for sex, maybe it was just that.
I was about to crawl into my own tent, but hesitated. Then I went over to Andre's tent and padded the doorway. Andre zipped open the entrance and looked out.
"Listen... it's gonna sound weird but can I sleep in here tonight? You're right I don't think we should have sex, but I do wanna jerk off and I want to do it with you." I spoke in a low voice, so that the others wouldn't hear us.
Andre looked a little quizzical, so I chose to elaborate.
"We did have sex, and maybe it was ill advised, I can't say. But before that we masturbated together, and we had the best talk of our lives. I feel like we can open up when we do that, and I think this is the kind of thing where a jerk talk is the only way of getting everything cleared up.
"Andre said nothing but zipped up the zipper all the way and leaned back into the tent, so that I could enter.
Like my tent, items were scattered everywhere. But the middle was dominated by two different sleeping mats, and a set of sleeping bags. Jake had taken his pillow with him to the beach, but I just rolled up his sleeping bag in the head end and used that. It was too hot outside even in the evenings, to sleep inside them and they were too awkward to sleep under. It was too dark to see much but I could see the dark silhouette if Andre next to me.
I was already hard, so I started tugging on my dick at a steady pace. I could hear that Andre was doing the same.
"Are you afraid that you might actually be gay?" I asked. "I know you said you weren't, but I find it hard to believe that you aren't attracted to guys at all."
"I don't know if I'm scared of it." Andre replied, he was whispering. "Up until yesterday, I hadn't even considered it a possibility, ya' know what I mean. I slept with girls and I always liked doing that."
I started to relax, as I felt the little jolts of pleasure in my body from my masturbation. For the first time I didn't wish I had something in my butt while doing this. This was about comfort and openness more than about getting off. Somehow there is nothing more comfortable for a guy than to fiddle with his own penis.
"I mean, I'd sometimes see a nice butt on a guy, like in the locker room and think. 'Damn, that's a sweet ass.'" He continued. "But I'd never consider actually fucking one... not really."
"But do you really think you have to give up on dating girls, just because you discovered that you like boys too?" I asked. "It sounded to me like Andre was a clear case of newly discovered bisexuality."
"Nah, I don't think that'll happen." Andre said. "But..."
"But what?" I asked.
"Matt you were a better fuck than any girl I ever slept with." He said. "And it's not just 'cause it was in the butt. You made me feel like there were nothing you wanted more than to be fucked my me."
I was a little speechless by this, so I just let Andre continue.
"The way you found the rhythm, and the way you almost knew beforehand where I like to be touched. And the fact that you came a little bit each time I plunged in there... I mean, fuck, I'd be happy if a girl was just doing 10 % of that."
"I... I... didn't know..." I said. "I mean, yes it was good... it was really good."
"No... it was fantastic." Andre said. "I mean you were so into it; I can't even imagine how much you must have liked getting plowed like that."
"That's why I want to do it again." I said. "Andre, I don't think you like guys better than girls. I just think that you and I... we're very compatible. You get what I mean?"
"Yea I get what you're saying." He said.
"You've had sex with... I don't know how many girls... four... five?"
"I'd like to think it's more than that... I started early." Andre said, suddenly sounding a little sheepish.
"I'll be the first to admit, that I'm not an expert. I've never slept with a girl and I've never wanted to." I said, still talking softly. I was only massaging myself slightly. "But I know for a fact that us doing it, can only be a good thing. And if we don't do it, we'll miss out on so much."
"I know that." Andre said. I felt his stop tugging on his dick and roll over next to me. His breath was in my ear, and I noticed his dick poke my lap just once, probably by accident. "But you have to promise me that it stays between us. The others can't know. Not even Lars can know we kept doing it."
I nodded in the darkness.
"Of cause." I whispered. Then I felt his lips touch mine, and his hand caressing my chest. My hand moved down towards his groin and found what I was looking for. I cupped his balls and the lower part of his shaft. He responded by grinding on my hand and let out a sigh though his nose.
"Do you think the others will hear us?" I whispered. I didn't want to get up, but I didn't want anyone to hear either."
"Probably." Andre said softly. "Let's get out of here."
Andre stuck his head outside the tent and seemed to be looking around for any nightly wanderers. Everyone had gone to bed, but you never knew if anyone had gone out to pee. When he knew the coast were clear, we quickly made our way from the tent to the tree line, where the many strands of bamboo reached for the dark sky. There was almost no light, so we had to navigate much by memory. I felt my swollen dick skip and jump with my steps. Walking around naked and with a boner outside was still a strange feeling to me. I snatched the bottle of fruit juice that I had left on the table earlier. It was almost empty but with this stuff we wouldn't need much. I felt a little like a criminal doing this. We could hear muffled voices from Martin and Jacob's tent, so we went in a great arc around it before disappearing into the wilderness. Since I knew the route the best, I lead the way with a tight grip on Andre's clammy hand. I couldn't tell if he was excided or nervous. I sure was feeling both. The thought of being penetrated again was exhilarating. My heart bumped louder than ever when I finally glimpsed the rock in the clearing. I only got to gather myself for a second before Andre spun me around and kissed me again, one hand behind my head and the other one with his fingers splayed between mine. I purposefully grinded my pelvis against his, the two dicks moist with precum rubbing against each other. I dropped the bottle and moved my hand around grasping on to his big butt muscle, feeling it in my hand. I felt him push forward making me take several steps backwards till my butt was planted on the smooth, cool rock. My fingers moved between the cheeks and found the puckering hole between them. I knew Andre was the one who were supposed to play with my hole, but I was curious and caught up in the moment.
"What are you doing?" Andre asked between huffs of excitement. He sounded a bit concerned.
"Showing you a bit of what you are missing." I whispered back. Andre send me a worried look, biting his lower lip. I leaned up and kissed him.
"Don't worry. It's just a taste." I whispered. I went back to making out with him, while gently massaging his hole with one hand. Andre were not lubed up at all, but I had done this to myself so many times.
"That feels so weird." Andre said, moaning.
"Lie down and enjoy it. We've got all night." I said back. I got up and grabbed the fruit juice. The slippery liquid was perfect as lube, and Andre was really tight down there. He had laid down on his back with both feet on the edge of the stone, so that the knees were elevated. He looked nervous.
After pouring a little bit on my fingers. I brushed my hand along his inner thigh and further in between his legs, slightly touching his heavy ball sack on the way. With my mouth I kissed the skin of his belly, just above his cock, taking in the scent of him. I licked all the way from just below his navel and as far up his chest I could reach. A small jolt went through his body when my fingers came into contact with the hole again and started massaging it.
"Oh, fuck this feels weird." He uttered, between small shivers. I wasn't sure if it was pleasurable shivers or if it was the anxiety. I slowly started inserting a finger. Andre tightened his butt immediately, but with the lube my finger slid in pretty easily.
"Relax... don't tighten." I said softly. My other hand was gently caressing his abdomen and chest. Andre heaved and squirmed a bit. He didn't have much luck with relaxing his hole, so I gave him a while to get used to it, where I just kissed and caressed his body before I started moving the finger inside him. I knew exactly what I needed to touch to make myself groan with pleasure, and I wondered if I could find the same spot inside Andre. As soon as I touched it, Andre squirmed and huffed.
"Fuck...!" Andre managed to say between clenched teeth as I massaged the spot again. Thrilled that Andre had been easier to please like this, than I had thought. I started to move my finger over the spot again and again. This made him squirm and scratch the rock with his fingers. Spurred on I inserted another finger. It went in pretty easily, but it made Andre scream.
"Stop... I can't take it." Andre said between breaths. Then he moaned loudly, and I felt a squirt of liquid hit the side of my head, just a single jet.
"What the fuck." He said. "What was that?"
"I think I made you squirt." I said, grinning at him. I pulled out my fingers and ran them over Andre's body again while he recovered from my prostate massage.
"How did you do that... that felt amazing." He huffed.
I laid up next to him, while he was catching his breath, and started kissing and nipping on his ear.
It took a little while for Andre to recover. In the meantime, we just enjoyed and explored each other's bodies. In trot with Andre's recovery he slowly and methodically took over the active role and crawled on top of me pressing me down below his body lightly moving his hips so our privets got mushed together.
"You ready for it?" He said softly into my ear. My only response was an affirming moan. While Andre reached for the bottle I lifted and spread my legs, my heart racing with anticipation. I felt a cold drop of liquid run in between my butt cheeks, whereupon Andre used the tip of his cock to spread it, poking at the hole. I instinctively relaxed and felt how I was stretched out as Andre slid slowly up inside me. I moaned as the pressure inside of me build up. It took less than two seconds for Andre to be all the way inside. My body shuttered and a little squirt of liquid escaped the tip of my penis and landed on my stomach.
With slow and methodic movements, Andre started humping, moving back and forth. I found the rhythm easily. With every thrust my body tingled. I moaned and huffed. My eyes were locked with Andre's, his face showing the utmost bliss. After a minute or so Andre started increasing the tempo a little by little. I felt how my insides were stimulated, the dick rubbing against my sweet spot. My own dick started spewing small jets of liquid with every thrust, and every time it did so, I felt a tremor of pleasure.
It was over before I really wanted it to be. I came first. The buildup of pleasure was suddenly impossible to hold back, and the orgasm exploded through my body. My cum quickly soaked the space between Andre and me, all the way up to my chest. When my vision returned, I was looking into the brown eyes of the beautifully hot boy inside me. With every rocking motion his face came a little closer, before going back. But his eyes stayed locked with mine. I had one hand on his butt, feeling how the muscle contracted every time he thrusted into me. My other hand was around his waist. His skin was so soft there. We didn't kiss, we just stared sensually into each other's eyes as he took me. His horny huffs of breath escaping his wide nostrils. I noticed that a few raindrops were landing around us escaping from the leafy roof above. I was reminded that we were outside, shielded from the elements making love under in a circle of pure primal nature. I suddenly understood how sacred of an act this was. How two people could create so much sacred pleasure out of just being naked together, one inside the other. For a second, I almost wished he could impregnate me, but the bizarre thought quickly left me. Just as it did, Andre leaned forward so much that he sank as deep inside me as he possibly could. His nose was just lightly touching mine, as he exhaled softly and longingly. He came inside me with so many shots, it was impossible to keep track. I just felt every little jet shoot up into me filling me with his substance. His movement stopped and he was just holding himself inside of me for a while.
"Wow." I said softly still catching my breath. I got a snicker back from my lover, still riding the post intercourse high. He was still inside me, not wanting to pull out, even when he was starting to become soft. We made out a little bit, until he finally pulled out of me, slowly. My butt felt empty without him, and I felt how is cum started leaking out onto the surface below me.
"Sorry if I came inside." Andre said. He sat up next to me, while I stayed where I was. My legs still spread out, to let the liquid pour out by itself. The dark-skinned guy was playing with the gooey liquid on my stomach, nuzzling around my belly button.
"Don't apologize." I said, softly. "That was amazing." I sat up next to him I could feel how the shift in gravity made the liquid fall downwards inside me. I leaned in towards him and kissed his big soft libs.
"I still can't believe that a you can cum... from just being fucked... I mean as a guy..."
"I know, it's almost like it's... I don't know... meant to be." I pondered. "You have no idea how good it feels." He smirked at my last remark.
"Well, do you think you can show me how you did that thing with my butt?" Andre asked. " before I met you, I never knew that, butt stuff actually felt good. I just thought it was, you know... a substitute for not having a pussy, when gay guys did it."
"And how do you feel about it now?" I asked.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Andre said, suddenly looking at me like I was planning something devious.
"I'll gladly teach you how to find your prostate and pleasure yourself." I said quickly. "I won't ask you to trade positions... truth be told I don't even know if I'd like fucking someone... my butt always felt so much better... and the idea of topping..." There was silence for a little while, the notion hanging in the air between us.
"Not that I'd disagree, but it seems like a waste... you've got a pretty nice-looking cock, you know that right?" Andre said, his hand was on top of mine, squeezing it.
"Yea, so you've said." I muttered. "Do you actually want to do that though?" I asked.
"I'll think about it." Andre said, clearly not quite comfortable with the idea, but not wanting to dismiss it entirely.
"Tomorrow... show me how you did it with your fingers, then... I'll see what I think of the idea. We should get back though; we can't stay out all night again."
"He held out his hand and dragged me to my feet too. A little bit of cum immediately started leaking out of me, and I instinctively puckered up to try and prevent it. I'd have to figure out a way to deal with that problem, at some point.
The following morning, I woke up alone in my own tent, with no nude Sebastian next to me. Instead I was the nude one. It didn't even surprise me when I looked down my body in the tinted light from the sun outside. Andre and I had kissed goodnight at the edge of camp and gone to our respective tents. I'd asked him if he wanted to cuddle in mine, but he said it was better if we slept separate, so nobody would suspect a thing. I respected that.
I felt the pair of used underwear I had rolled up and tugged between my butt cheeks to absorb what might have flown out doing the night. Andre had deposited a huge amount of seed inside me last night which had trickled out little by little. I was pretty sore in my entire pelvis area from Andre's lovemaking two nights in a row. Maybe I should take a brake tonight, assuming the fucking we did was turning into a nightly affair. Maybe I could try to suck his dick instead. I hadn't tried that before and maybe he'd let me. It was strange to think of a blowjob as the "Next step" from anal sex. But to me it was a much more intimate to put his dick in my mouth, than in my butt. I'd always thought of blowjobs as an appreciative thing you'd do for someone that you revered or valued, while fucking was something two people did together in mutual enjoyment. I took the cum-stained underwear out of my ass crack, put them in the clothes bag, and looked for a fresh pair. When I found a pair, I put them on, but found them uncomfortably constricting. My butt, balls and cock were so sore and sensitive that wearing the underwear was like strapping it all down with a piece of chainmail. I looked for my swim shorts, but they were outside, and not very comfortable for wearing all day. Unwilling to go naked I finally settled for the loincloth I'd been wearing last night, doing our photoshoot. If I pulled the part that went between my legs, down a little the fabric would only glance my genitals and I'd barely feel it. I was pretty sure someone would see some side-ball once in a while, but it was better than going naked. I complimented my outfit with an old Slayer t-shirt I'd no idea why I owned. But it was baggy and modern, and made me feel like less of a weird caveman, even though the cotton irritated my nipples a bit. I told myself it was just because I'd been shirtless in the sun for too long and my nether region would regain its normal sensitiveness when I'd had a break from the constant butt sex I was having. After all, I'd been a virgin for 16 years and suddenly I'd been fucked three times by two different guys. Was I turning into a real slut?
The weather was surprisingly mild this morning. The sun was hidden behind clouds and even though it was still probably 30 degrees in the shade My skin wasn't bombarded with solar radiation. A lonely round, underwear clad figure was sitting in the sand eating cereal out of a camping cup and flipping through something that was either a book, or a magazine.
"Good... morning." I said, my greeting cut in half by a yawn. Lars looked up, smiling at me with a little bit of pasteurized milk running down his cheek, quickly caught by his hand as he wiped his mouth. The chubby boy was reading a book, that looked to be non-fiction.
"What are you reading?" I asked. Squatting down next to him squeezing his shoulder in a fashion that I felt was a little more than just comradely. Why the hell did I do that?
Lars didn't seem to mind but shoved the last spoonful of cereal in his mouth before discarding the cup in the sand, and picking up the book.
"It's a book about the indigenous people, I found in the shed." Lars answered, holding up the thick, tightly typed book. It actually looked more like a thesis of some kind than an actual book. It had no pictures and the book looked so much like one of those impossibly boring and weird books you'd find in an old distinguished man's house for decoration rather than for actual reading.
"Looks pretty dry, to be honest." I said. "Found anything interesting?"
"Only a little bit about their culture, such as how they lived and what they ate." He said. "As you said, it's pretty hard to read. The most interesting part was that each of these islands are unique in their own way, and none of them had all the resources the tribe needed so they'd go from Island to Island on rafts, or even swimming." Lars explained.
"That's pretty cool. What about this island then?" I asked, suddenly interested.
"No idea." Lars said. "The islands don't have names - or at least they didn't when this was written..." He flipped to the front page and looked at the date of print.
"... In 1952" He finished. "At least that explains some of the less flattering words the author uses for the indigenous people."
"What does he call them?" I asked.
"I'd rather not say, but it's racist." Lars said and slammed the book and turned to me.
"I'll leave it here if you wanna have a look, but it's largely just a description of savage and... Immoral primitive behavior, as the author puts it. But enough about that, you seem like you like the lifestyle." He grinned and eyes me up and down. "At least you like the loincloth."
I grinned as well, and sat down, making a face when my sore bottom made an objection.
"I find it comfortable." I said. "It airs out those parts without leaving me feeling naked."
"I can see your nuts, dude." Lars chugged and pointed as I spread my legs out. I looked down and true enough you could see them between my lap and the loincloth when I sat like this.
"Yea, but I don't 'feel' naked which is the important part." I said.
"I know what you mean. I actually like not having to care about that out here, but I don't wanna have my junk flopping around all the time, like someone I could mention. I assume you had a really fun night with Andre." He added, just throwing it in like an afterthought.
"What... no... we didn't." I lied, in a very unconvincing tone.
"Really? I thought you two would be sneaking off to hump somewhere. Aren't you kinda... together or something?" He asked. I quickly turned my head to look at the hammock. Thor's sleeping body was still in it.
"Dude, Thor is right there." I whispered harshly. "Don't talk so loud."
"He's sleeping." Lars grinned. "Trust me I checked that boy can sleep through anything."
"Don't tell me you've been taking pictures of him and the others again." I said. "You can't be doing that when they don't know."
"No." Lars said indignantly. "I promised I wouldn't take pictures of people when they don't know I'm doing it. It's robbing me of my best shots, though."
"How come?" I asked. "What's the difference?"
"Everyone is more photogenic when they don't know they're being photographed." Lars said. "When they don't know they don't force it out or stiffen up. Taking a good shoot is the photographer's job, not the subjects job."
"Still you can't just take pictures of people that don't want it, especially not when they're naked."
"I know... he already said he didn't mind." Lars grumbled defensively and crossed his arms.
"Well... I don't mind at least." Andres voice suddenly sounded behind me. I craned my neck and saw his grinning face looking down at us. This morning the dark-skinned boy was wearing only a white tank-top, but was otherwise bottomless. His cock was hanging heavily between his legs, very close to my face.
"'Morning." I said and stood up to greed him. I accepted a fleeting kiss from him, but not without sending a side glance towards the hammock where Thor was still sleeping. It surprised me. Last night Andre had made it clear he didn't want anyone to know. Had he changed his mind or was he just less paranoid now.
"I knew you two was getting all, lovey dovey." Lars snickered. "Mind if I photograph that?"
"Yea, a little." I said.
"What's on the program today?" Andre asked. I was very aware that he had an arm around my shoulders. A mix of conflicting feeling was rushing in my gut at the skin contact, especially from a guy whose cock was hanging very prominently between his legs.
"No idea, I hope it's something as fun as yesterday." Lars said. "I got some really great pictures and dressing up was pretty fun too. He sent a fleeting, warm glance at the sleeping Norse boy in the hammock. Still covered in the markings from yesterday.
"Have you noticed that the paint hasn't quite washed out?" Andre said. He pointed to the white streaks on my arms where he had painted them last night.
"It's some pretty effective paint." Lars said, studying his own left-over decorations. His had fallen off in flakes, doing the night and had left some slightly visible marks on his skin.
"Maybe it is just tanning." Lars suggested. "It shows cuz we don't tan where we have paint."
"We have only been wearing it for a night." I pointed out.
"And I don't tan." Andre said. The white markings were much more visible on his dark skin, than on either Lars or me.
"Hmm... point. I guess it will wash out eventually." Lars said. "Anyway. Can we open the letter now? I want to know what we have to do."
"Everyone has to wake up first." I said. "I don't want to do it while people are sleeping. It's supposed to be a teamwork exercise. "
"I can't wait till everyone gets out of the sheets." He whined. "I can't go off and have fun like you two." He blinked at me, and I blushed.
"Fun like what now?" A drowsy voice sounded behind me. Thor's face, complete with morning hair, and squinting eyes was glancing up at us from the hammock.
"Nothing!" I said, a little too quickly. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a baby, but It's hard with you people bickering." Thor restored. He didn't sound bitter, so I didn't take it as a scalding. He didn't get up, but just leaned back down and groaned, while dragging the blanket closer around him.
"You can't possibly be cold?" He asked.
"It's not cold. It's at least 20 degrees." Lars said. "I'm getting too used to tropical temperatures then, I'm gonna freeze my dick off when I get home." He did sound a little sour, maybe he was hung over or something. I couldn't even remember if anyone had been drinking last night. Jacob still had vodka, I knew that much.
"Lars can you go down to the beach and see if the geek duo is up?" Andre said. "Otherwise I'm just gonna eat something, I'm starving."
"What are they doing on the beach?" Lars asked.
"They slept down there." I said. "Thor wasn't the only one who decided to sleep outside."
"Neat." Lars said, and took off towards the beach.
"That guy is hard to figure out." Andre said, turning to watch the half-naked chub run towards the water on bare feet.
"Meh, he's a chill guy." Thor said, clumsily getting out of the hammock. I noticed his very obvious morning wood through the loose fitting boxers but didn't comment on it. The other guys had been right. I wasn't the only one who got boners. The buff guy yawned again as he got to his feet.
"I'm gonna make a sandwich if anyone want one." Andre said, and turned to the food storage. I noticed that Thor looked after him and caught his eyes.
"Nice to see our new guys have embraced our freedom." Thor said, as he started doing some stretching. I sat in the sand watching him, while absentminded drawing in the sand with my finger.
"He's already more comfortable walking around like that, than you are." He continued. "You guys haven't had your morning swim yet, have you?"
"Not yet no." I said. "And I'm not uncomfortable, I just don't think it's appropriate."
"Chill out." Thor said. "It's just my way of asking how you're doing. The boys haven't pestered you with it since yesterday, right?"
"No, not really. But Martin more or less thinks wearing clothes is blasphemy now. I can't imagine where he got that idea." I said. I felt like he and Jacob had been nude with almost zealot-like insistence. As if the very idea of wearing clothes on this island was preposterous.
"I do." Thor said. The boy started to do some warmup exercises, as if he was about to do some Pilates or something.
"What?" I asked. But Thor suddenly seemed to regret what he'd just said.
"I really don't know if I should tell you. I think they kinda want to keep it to themselves." Thor said. "Forget I said anything."
"Like their keeping their nudity to themselves." I said. "Tell me what it is."
"Hmm... I don't know... It's a little strange, but I guess you should know." Thor seemed to be in conflict with himself, although that may have had something to do with the plank exercise he was doing right now. I was about to interject.
"Tell you what, I'll ask if they mind sharing what they found, and if they say it's. I'll show you, but you gotta keep an open mind, Ok?"
"Fine." I said reluctantly. "But I don't appreciate being kept in the dark. If you guys find something on this island you gotta tell us. If not, we might miss something we need to solve an exercise or something.
"Yea I know." Thor said. "In the meantime, why not join me. Morning exercise is fantastic, and it's perfect now when it's not so hot out." I frowned a little bit. This was supposed to be a relaxing place to be. But I just kept feeling more and more stress. If I didn't have the earnings with Andre I might have gone crazy by now.
"Got anything better to do?" He asked. "Trust me, you'll feel better. And who knows you might even get in shape."
I rolled my eyes, but joined him anyway. I quickly realized my mistake, as my pelvis area was way too sore for gymnastics.
Several minutes later Lars returned, heaving for breath as if he'd been running. I had a feeling that if I needed to get in shape, Lars definitely did too, but I didn't say anything. He'd already lost weight and I felt like a bad person for even thinking it.
"Hey, where is the duo?" Thor asked. He was in the middle of doing pushups. How he managed to do it on the shifty sand was a riddle to me.
"I can't... find them." Lars said between breaths. "Where'd... you say... they slept."
I got to my feet after my failed attempt at doing pushups. Normally I could do it, but the sand made it too difficult. The still half naked Andre had joined us in our exercise. Seeing him train with bare butt had made me swell a little down there, but I'd managed to control my hormones this time. My own t-shirt had gotten full of sand, so I took it off, and shook it.
"They were right down the beach, I think. You can't have missed them." I said. "How far did you go?"
"Pretty far." Lars said. "Can't find them anywhere, you sure they slept down there?"
"Absolutely." Andre answered. "Can they have wondered off?"
"Not with all that sleeping gear, they brought several blankets and pillows. I half expected them to build a fort with it or something."
"Well there is no trace of them anywhere." Lars said.
"Calm down." Thor said, and got to his feet. He had removed his t-shirt a while ago to, displaying his well-toned body. My eyes had flickered to that too, but it wasn't as enticing as watching a bottomless Andre do crunches. "It's not like there is a lot of places they could have gone."
"I know but, we should probably go look for them. I don't like that they just disappear like that."
The four of us took off towards the beach and tried having a look around. I remembered the place they'd decided to sleep, but true enough neither boy was there. I knelt down to see if there were any traces.
"I'm pretty sure they were here, I mean the sand looks like someone could have slept there, but I can't be sure." I said.
"Then we'll have to get the others and try to find them. What if something happened to them?" Lars said.
"What on earth would that be?" Thor said. "Let's keep our cool and look for them. I'll wake up sleeping beauty and Snow white."
It took a while to get the two of them hauled out of bed. Thor had to literally knock on a pot to raise them.
"Is that any reason to make all that noise." A naked, drowsy and more than bed headed Jacob said, when he stuck out his head and Thor explained the problem. "They're probably just out playing some nerd game, let the boys have their fun."
"We can't find their bedding either, and they wouldn't go without saying so, Seb might but not Jake." Andre said. "Just come help us find them, then you can go back to sleep."
"Sounds weird." Martins voice sounded from within the tent. He sounded a lot more awake than Jacob. Then without warning Jacob's naked body tumbled out into the sand. I noticed how his body was also still covered in white paint streaks, from last night. Martins head appeared in the tent opening, as he struggled to free himself from the tent. My guess was that he'd been awake already but didn't or couldn't have gotten up till now.
"We'll come, just hang on a second." Martin was just as naked, and was additionally sporting an impressive morning wood which didn't seem to bother him considering he was standing here right in front of all of us. He too had a beautiful set of white marking all over his body.
"If the two of you can take a trip down the beach and have a look, Andre and I will sift through the forest, and see if they're in there somewhere." I suggested, pointing to Martin and Jacob.
"What if they come back while we are all out looking for them?" Lars asked.
"That's why you and Thor are staying here." I said. "Use the time to make some lunch. For when we've found them. We'll meet back here when we've searched for a while and if we haven't found them, we'll make a new plan.
"I'm sure we will have." Thor said.
"Aww, can't I at least be the one to stay?" Jacob complained but Martin took a hold of his wrist and dragged him along.
"Nope, 'cuz then you'll just go back to sleep. Come on, it won't take long."
With those words we scattered into our search pattern. I couldn't really agree with myself if I should be worried or not.
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