Island

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Chapter 16: Thor, June 16th - Afternoon

"Next time maybe don't go exploring on your own like that." I said. I didn't feel like it was my place to discipline the two. In fact, I didn't even think of it that way, but I'd seen how worried Matt had been. "We've all been worried."

"I told you... it rained, and we had trouble finding a place inside the forest where there was enough space." Seb said. I had requisitioned him to help me prepare some food while we waited for the four others to return to camp. In a flurry of creativity, Lars and Jake had engaged themselves in weaving another hammock from scratch using the newfound way to make tough but relatively soft pieces of cord from the plant fibers we'd collected. Jake had seemed to forget everything about him being nude from the waist down, and there was some pride in having him comfortable enough to be half-naked around us, when he'd been so closed at his first arrival. That was in no small part due to Sebastian's efforts and I wasn't about to forget that. I could see that Sebastian would rather go help with the project, but I did need a hand. It wasn't like they were going to be done for quite a while anyway. It didn't matter that we already had one, we had oceans of time, and it wasn't like we couldn't use more places to relax. I for one, wouldn't mind sleeping in the hammock some more, when it didn't rain anyway.

"Why didn't you come back here?" I asked, this was mostly curiosity.

"We didn't want to wake you all. And... You know it was fun. We just went for a morning walk is that so bad?" Sebastian asked. He was fully naked, but at this point that was more the rule than the exception. I quite liked it. I myself had opted to wear my swim shorts and had put on a thin Hawaiian shirt, open to show off my sweet chiseled body. Ok that's me bragging, but still I thought I looked quite sweet. The shirt was mostly protection from the morning sun which was touch on Nordic skin.

Having him cut some bread and assorted cold cuts while I made some egg.

"Very thoughtful, but I doubt it would a roused much rage." I giggled. "We just got worried when we couldn't find a trace of you."

The conversation staled there. I wasn't quite sure he'd told me the whole story, but there was no way he'd tell me if I was right.

"How's the food coming along?" A frail but cheerful voice said. Jake had walked up behind Sebastian unceremoniously wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and resting his chin on his left shoulder looking down into at the goods on the table.

"Almost there" I said. "You can set the table if you want."

"What about the others?" Jake asked.

"Beats me." I said. "They've been gone for a while now. How can they not have thought to come back a check if you have come back? In any case, just set the table and we'll eat when they're here... although their eggs will be cold by then."

It took only five more minutes before we heard some rustling and footsteps that turned out to be Andre poking out his head.

"Oh good. Matt!" He yelled the last word over his shoulders. "They are both back in the camp, Come on I smell lunch!" His mostly naked body then emerged from the bamboo with a rustle. The dark skinned sixteen-year-old was only wearing a tank top, meaning his heavy hanging banana shaped cock was swinging freely between his legs. I loved looking at it. I knew it was never going to happen but I wouldn't mind feeling it in my hand just once. The thought made my dick twitch and stiffen in my shorts, something I was slowly getting used to the others seeing since I'd already shown the whole group my stiff cock. Behind him Matt came stumbling out of the jungle, fully dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.

"Oh good." Matt sighed, when he saw the two of them. "Where on earth have you been?" I looked down at the two youngest among us. They looked at each other, seeming a little bit distressed.

"We've been worried sick." Matt continued.

"Matt, calm down." Andre said, and placed a hand on his shoulder as he walked past the black boy. "They're obviously fine. No need to get all preachy."

"What does that mean?" Matt said.

"I'm saying you're overreacting to nothing." Andre said. "They were gone, we went looking and we found them. It's a small island, all we wanted to know was if they'd gotten themselves hurt."

Matt stared at Andre for a moment before he answered.

"I just wanted to know where they'd been." He said, defensively, crossing his arms. "If you guys get hurt it's on my neck."

"What about Martin and Jacob?" I asked, mostly to change the subject before someone started a fight. Both Jake and Sebastian looked pretty ashamed of themselves already, despite the fact that neither had really done anything wrong.

"Beat's me." Andre said. "I thought they'd back way before we were... but..." he didn't get to finish his sentence before Jacob's voice rang true.

"Lunch!" The redhead came straggling into the camp with a hungry expression on his face, followed by an absent-minded Martin

"Nice of you to show up." Lars snickered. He was already planted in his seat between Jake and Seb.

"Don't give me that." Jacob sat down, slowly as if he was in pain and winced when his naked butt finally made contact. My gaze flickered to Martin, who looked somewhat discontent. Maybe even a little shameful. Did they..? No that was stupid. Martin was gay and Jacob was a horny bastard but I was pretty sure they hadn't done anything wild. Jacob had had a problem with one of the fruits yesterday, and he was probably still sore from that. I snickered a little at the thought but kept quiet. I was the one making up horny ideas and shipping people in my head because of it.

"We would have been here, if we didn't have to search half the island for those two." He glowered with mock indignation at Jake and Seb which in turn both looked down into their food.

"Can't we just agree it was a miscommunication?" Andre asked. "Seb and Jake have every right to explore the island as much as they want, but Matt's concerns were valid. We're alone on this island and we're supposed to look out for each other."

"Well next time, can we at least wait till we're sure someone is missing before we look for them?" Jacob said, which Martin gave him an elbow between the ribs for. Jacob winced, in part due to his obvious soreness.

"I still think it's good with some ground rules." Matt said defensively. "I'm all for exploring but we are very far from any medical help if we need it. I don't think it's smart to go explore after dark. Also, I propose that you don't go alone if you explore the rocky half of the island."

"They weren't alone." Martin said, but Matt interjected.

"I know, it's just new set of rules to ensure that no one gets hurt and we don't know where to find them." Matt said.

"Really?" Jacob broke in again, his mouth was stuffed full of eggs and bread. He had to sink it before he could continue. "The best thing about this place is that there are no rules, and you wanna make new ones?" He sounded almost indignant.

"It's for everyone's safety." Matt began but this time it was my turn to interject.

"How about we just make sure to meet up here at least once a day, and just tell each other where we plan to sleep and if we go into the rocky half of the island?" I suggested. "The island isn't that big and we're bound to meet up here, at least a few times a day, since this is where the food is."

"See... that's a good point." Jacob said. "We don't need rules, when we have common sense." Both Matt, Martin and Andre send Jacob an exasperated look. Jacob wasn't exactly a paragon of common sense.

"I'm all for that." Lars said, already finished with his lunch. "I like the no rules thing too."

"Fine." Matt said, seeming defeated. "But can we at least agree that common sense dictates not to explore alone or at night?" He asked.

Jacob shrugged but nodded at the same time. Everyone else seemed to think that was a good idea too, so Matt finally dropped the subject.

"Before everyone scatters every which way." Lars said, as people was collecting their dishes in the washbowl. "We still haven't opened today's letter." He said, sounding giddy. I myself had almost forgotten.

"Shit you're right." Martin said. "We can't forget that. We might miss out on something important." I couldn't decide if he was being sarcastic or not. In any case Lars pulled the sack of mail, from under the bench where we kept it. He started going though the still large pile of letters, before he handed one to me, and started scraping the rest back into the sack, careful not to miss any.

I stuck my finger into the envelope and opened it, folded the paper inside out and started reading aloud.

Dear Group Six

Today is a little bit of a special day actually. Today marks the day where you mark yourselves as the Islands inhabitants. As real islanders so to speak. This you have in common with all of the other members of your tribe around the other islands. You have dressed yourself in tribal fashion and you have explored the island, at least superficially. So tonight, you get to take possession of your temporary home.

You have no doubt discovered that your island slopes up worth, due to the volcanic formation of the island. The Island has this in common with all of the other islands. This evening, you must venture to the highest peak. Some or all of you have no doubt already been there, but if not, it should not be hard to find. Here you must light a large fire, you will know the right place when you see it. Spend your evening on the peak, maybe even the night if you wish. Unless the weather is very unclear, you should have no problem seeing some of the other islands from up there, and after dark even the bonfires the other groups will have lit. Remember to document everything with your polaroid.

We hope to see your bonfire shine.

I looked up from the picture and saw a mixture of expressing ranging from excitement on Martins face, to wonder on Matt's, to Jake and Sebastian looking at each other, to boredom on Jacob's face.

"Aren't we gonna get some interesting things to do?" Jacob asked. "Where is the challenge in this, last one was fun, but we were just playing dress up. Before that we just found a box on the beach. Didn't they promise we'd be doing more scavenger hunting?"

"What's so bad about this? Has anyone been to the highest point?" Andre asked. Everyone shook their heads or mumbled a no.

"Well, we need someone to find it then. Just figure out where it is. And then carry some firewood up there, we're gonna need a good deal." Matt said. "I'll go, if someone will come with me."

Andre stuck his hand in the air, and smiled at Matt. I had figured the two of them had become pretty good friends.

"Seb? Jake? You two have gone exploring up there quite a lot, do you wanna come?" Andre asked, smiling at them. Sebastian looked almost a little sick, and shook his head quickly. "Eh... No I'd like to relax a little, we... we've been walking around all morning." He looked at Jake who nodded. Both Matt and Andre looked a little disappointed, but didn't argue. They looked around for the rest of them, and I was about to volunteer but suddenly I caught Martin's eyes, and he raised both eyebrows at me. I didn't really know what it meant but I understood that he wanted to talk.

"I'll follow later, I guess." Jacob said. "I wanna work on my tan."

While Martin volunteered to do the dishes. I cleaned up what else needed to be put away. Lars, whom had also been a little disappointed with today's assignment had returned to the crafting of a new hammock, helped by the dynamic duo of Jake and Seb. Andre went to put on a pair of shorts, before He and Matt headed out towards the other side of the Island. Not that I wouldn't have preferred to go with them. I could use the exercise after today's kitchen duty. It had seemed like Martin had wanted to talk to me about something, but I wasn't quite sure. In any case, this was how it was.

"When all the cold cuts were packed back into the cold-box. I went over and knelt down behind Lars, whom had suspended a long piece of cord to a bamboo stalk, and held the other end tight, while weaving three pieces together. From the looks of it, both Jake and Sebastian was doing the same thing, although they were working together working theirs. Gently I placed a hand on each of his shoulders and massaged them lightly. The gesture was innocent enough, but I tried putting some emotion into it.

"How are you getting along?" I asked. Looking down the three long cords that were slowly becoming one.

"Pretty ok. It's slow work, but we have all the time in the world." He said, he didn't take his eyes off of the work, but there was a smile in his voice.

"Plan on sleeping in it tonight?" I asked.

"I doubt we'll be done today, especially if were spending the evening on the mountain. But maybe it could be fun spending the night up there, I don't know it depends on how the weather is. If it's too windy we probably shouldn't."

"Well it's pretty steady right now." I said. I sucked on a finger and stuck it up to get a curtesy measure. "But can't say for sure higher up."

"If you want you can have the hammock tonight if no one else want a turn." I said. "I really slept well in it, too bad about the rain. I was all wet when I woke up." Lars snickered and leaned back a little.

"If the plateau is too windy, there are a bunch of caves and grottos up there." Sebastian said. "Perfect for sleeping in."

"Actually, that could be fun." I said. "Must remember to bring some food too, something we can cook on a bonfire."

"All we have, can be cooked on a bonfire." Lars said. It wasn't all true but pretty close. I squeezed his shoulders a little, before getting to my feet.

"Going somewhere?" Lars asked.

"Just to the beach, see if Martin needs help with the last dishes." I said, not wholly untrue. I lifted my hand and marched down to the beach. Martins white Canadian butt was visible all the way from the treeline as I walked down there. Jacob had set up his towel halfway down, in the best sunlight. His naked body getting an even tan. I noticed that he was sporting a massive boner which looked kinda funny with the dick standing straight up from the prone body, laying on its back. I wouldn't actually have been surprised if he'd been rubbing one out right here on the beach. To be fair he totally could have. The only one within viewing distance was Martin, his confidant. But then again not even Jacob would be that bold. I enjoyed the show while walking past him. He didn't even open his eyes. God, I loved the fact that most boys here would just be naked.

When I reached the water, I stood and watched the ocean for a moment. The water was calm, calmer than it used to be, even here. The only activity was the other naked boy standing in ankle deep water washing the lunch dishes. I got caught by the mood and felt a need to be naked as well. I hadn't skinny dipped this morning, as it still wasn't the norm for some of us, but now I felt like it. With a sweeping motion I removed my already open shirt and threw it on the sand. Then I undid the button that held my swim shorts up and let them fall. For a moment I just stood and enjoyed the wind caress the parts of my body that wasn't used to feeling fresh air. I kept forgetting how good being naked outside felt. Maybe I should just go naked all the time, but then again, maybe it would lose its value. Martin, Jacob and Sebastian didn't seem to think so. Even Jake had been free balling all morning, as far as I knew.

I took a few steps into the calm water before letting myself fall, and feeling how the water felt totally different on a naked body. Even if full time nudism wasn't my calling, skinny dipping sure was. I'd already forgotten how good it felt. Slowly I glided thought the water towards the other naked boy silently stalking. But when I got behind him, getting ready to startle him I heard Martin say.

"Don't even think about it." His voice sneering but humorous.

I stood up in the water and walked around the other side of the rock we always used as a washing table.

"I wasn't gonna do anything." I lied, an innocent smile on my face.

"Sure you weren't." He said slyly. "Nice to see you by the way - All of you." He added the last part as if I'd done something wrong.

"Excuse me?" I asked I wasn't aware that I'd done anything. Martin picked up the last plate and started rubbing it with the sponge, making little bubbles of white soap on its surface.

"I thought you'd have joined us." He said. "You gave your seed to the goddess." He winked at me, and I remembered our encounter with Jacob in the grove. The painting of the circle jerking boys and the floating woman. And how I had jerked off and shot my cum into the crevice.

"I wasn't aware I had joined a cult." I said, raising my eyebrow. "I'm not one to disrespect whatever island gods they used to worship here, but I can't see why I can't wear clothes when I feel like it.

Martin looked at me, for a little while before he answered.

"I guess that's fair." He said. "It just feels wrong to wear clothes here, like it's sacrilegious.

"What has gotten into you?" I asked, starting to get just a bit worried.

"I don't know." He said, dipping the plate in the water to rinse it off. "I just think this island is more than just an island. It's like a sacred place. It's hiding something." I thought about it. It wasn't like I totally disagreed although I had a hard time really feeling it with the passion he was using.

"Maybe you're right." I said and planted my butt on the stone next to the washbowl. "Maybe I should go make another offering to that goddess huh?" I send him a sly smile and winked. At the same time, I felt a little involuntary twitch in my dick.

"Horny bastard." Martin smiled, and jabbed me on the shoulder. I responded my playfully grabbing him and tumble us both down into the water, which resulted in several minutes of splashing around after that we both headed inland, and sat down in the sand to dry off, the bowl of dishes and the half-sleeping Jacob next to us. The redhead had wisely brought one of the large jugs of sunscreen that the camp had provided, and placed it in the sand next to him. Since he had so fair skin, compared to the rest of us, even me, he was also the most vulnerable. We were also approaching the time of day where it would be inadvisable to sunbathe. I took the jug and smeared a good portion into my hands, before applying it to my arms, next to my torso and my legs. I felt a little absurd having to apply it to my dick and balls as well, but I was not about to risk sunburns there.

"Can you apply some on my back?" I asked Martin, who'd just been alternating between watching me and enjoying the ocean view. He nodded and got up from his seat, sand sticking to his still wet naked body.

"Speaking of the... shrine. In lack of a better word. Have you thought about showing it to the others?" I asked. I remembered that Matt had vaguely asked about it.

"Shrine is a good word, for it." Martin said. "It is kind of like a shine." I didn't answer but just waited for him to actually answer my question.

"I'm not sure to be honest, I mean... It's not as if we want to keep it to ourselves." He sat for a moment, as if not really sure how to convey his thoughts.

"It's because Matt has asked." I said. "He - and he's not the only one - have noticed how you have started talking about this island." I noticed how his soft hands ran up and down my body as he smeared the sunscreen, and lingered on my muscles. The caress made my body react a little and I enjoyed the attention.

"Like it's alive, or has a soul... you know." I finished.

"Yea, I guess." Martin said. "I just have this feeling that it's a sacred place, don't you?"

"To the natives who lived here? Sure." I said. "But I mean it's just an old island religion."

"Maybe, but I feel there is more to it, and I want to explore it." Martin said. "I'm not asking you to do anything, but if there is something to it, I want to respect it."

"I see." I said. "Well, it's just because Matt asked, and I wanted to clear it with you before I took him there. The others should at least know about it." I said.

"Matt isn't ready yet." Martin said. "He's still too closed up. Help me and the Island soften him up first."

"He doesn't have to jerk off into the mountain, just because he knows the place exist." I said, now feeling his hands on my butt. I supposed that would need sunscreen too, and I wasn't going to complain that Martin was willing to do it.

"There is a full-scale painting of an ancient circle jerk on the back wall." Martin pointed out. "You try imagining how he'll react to that."

"Alright, good point." I said. Matt was slowly getting more comfortable with his own body and with everyone else being so open, but there was no reason to push too hard.

"In that case who do you suggest we bring in then?" I asked, mostly just for fun, while Martin finished.

"Well, Seb is a good candidate, but I still have my doubts. To be honest I haven't talked much with him. Besides he would bring Jake and the newcomers are still not a good first choice, despite them both being very open minded."

"How about Lars then? I bet I could get him." I suggested.

"Possibly? Although he's not very spiritual, but what the heck." Martin shrugged. "If you wanna show him, you won't hear me complain."

"Alright." I said with a grin. "Maybe I will." I gave Martin a playful caress over the skin of his stomach as I made my way back to camp. I completely forgot my clothes at the beach, but it didn't matter. Martin had made me want to be naked for a while. Maybe I'd even put some of my tribal gear back on. Actually, I was still more or less wearing it. I had only worn an ankle band, and a necklace. The decorative cord I'd been wearing around my ankle doing Lars' photoshoot was still there, I'd just gotten used to it. The necklace was a little fragile however, so I had taken it off last night and forgotten where I put it. No matter, I could always just make a new one.

Lars, Sebastian and Jake were still in the middle of weaving the long strands of cord for the new hammock. As far as I could tell, they'd made eight already, but I didn't know how many they would need. I placed the bowl of dishes on the table, and went to the tree line to take a leak, when I returned Seb and Jake had finished their cord and seemed to have paused their work for a while. Instead they were kicking our football back and forth between them at the other end of camp, using two palm trees as goal posts. I was tempted to join them, but It was getting far too hot for me to do anything wild. Instead I filled two mugs from the newly washed batch with some of the fruit juice that Jacob had carefully collected from the local fruit trees and sat down in the shade where Lars was sitting consumed with his work.

I planted my bare butt in the cool sand next to Lars, facing in the opposite direction of him, and leaned back, so I could face him, but not get in the way of his work.

"Sup, sexy. How are your work coming along?" I said in a cheerful tone. Lars smiled back, and I noticed how his gaze briefly flickered towards my privates before focusing back to my eyes. I handed one of the mugs to him and he paused his work to accept it.

"We're getting there, even though the two of them seem more interested in each other. It's crazy how close they've gotten" He said. I took a sip from my juice before I answered. It didn't seem so strange to me.

"I guess they just have some common interests." I said. "Haven't you ever noticed how really nerdy people click?"

"Not really, but even I felt a little of their enthusiasm. You know what they started calling me?"

"No." I said, now interested.

"Ramses." Lars said, turning his eyes. I snickered at their ingenuity.

"That's an odd name. Have they named all of us?" I asked, a little curious.

"Dunno, they only do it when they think you can't hear them. I think they named Jacob too, but I don't know what they called him." He braced his cord weaving by sitting on it, and instead took to enjoying his juice. There was a pause in the conversation while we both drank. The Juice was so sweet it almost made it impossible to speak right after you'd sipped it.

"So, what are your plans for tonight? I asked. "You didn't seem very thrilled with our assignment."

"No, I'd hoped for something fun to do." He said. "I guess I'm just gonna go, in hopes we have a good time. I mean, a fire on a clifftop can't be that bad, unless it's too windy."

"I think it'll be fun, we can bring food up there, and our sleeping bags. You should really try sleeping under open sky, it's awesome."

"I guess so." He said. "It's gonna be dangerous going back down in the dark anyway, and someone is going to stay and take pictures."

"Speaking of pictures." I said, now getting a sly smile on my face. "It's been a while since we took some, just us." I looked him in the eye while his face turned from mild confusion, to sudden realization of what I was saying. I wasn't even sure where the sudden tone was coming from. I guess the discussion with Martin had gotten me a little frisky... or maybe it was the fact that I hadn't jerked off since yesterday.

"You wanna go do that now?" Lars asked, not as a suggestion but as an actual question. His face had lid up red. I stuck out my tongue to defuse a little of the awkwardness. It wasn't like we hadn't played around before.

"Martin told me where he goes to fap. I know Jacob use it too." I said. It's pretty unbelievable. I figured you could get some good shots there." I said. I noticed how his shorts had started bulging in the front, which I took as a good sign. I wasn't sure when Lars had last jerked off but I knew he could be quite virile.

"Unbelievable how?" Lars asked, and looked at me with interested eyes. Without really thinking about it I started sliding my hand up the wide leg hole of his shorts, feeling him get goosebumps at my caress. He stiffened up and his eyes flickered towards the two more or less naked boys playing at the other side of camp. Not that they were going to see anything, but I understood his reluctance to go any further in their presence. Still I caressed the hardening piece of flesh under the net-lining and leaned in and said in a low voice.

"Go get your camera and meet me down the beach to the left." I said. "Put on your tribal stuff too, I wanna see you wear it." I grinned and got up from my seat. My own boner was very prominent, and the still sitting Lars was fixated on it. Then he nodded and headed to our tent, while I slipped in between the bamboo, naked at I was.

Lars followed me five minutes later, walking briskly with his camera bag over his shoulder which were the only modern thing he was wearing. Like me he wasn't wearing too many different accessories. His loincloth was done kind of like a skirt around his waist. I knew for a fact that he wasn't wearing anything underneath, the thought made me shutter with excitement. My cock was still hard, and I'd done my best not to touch it, while I waited, though I couldn't help massaging my balls a little. Waiting on him had felt like an hour.

"Where are we going." Said Lars who snug in close to me as we began walking. His body was warm against my skin. We hadn't dared touch each other when we had been alone this morning, since there was too big of a risk of someone coming back suddenly. In other words, being too touchy back in camp was a discovery waiting to happen. Also, I hadn't been too horny this morning, no more than usual at least. I felt his hand rest on my butt, and I let mine slip around his shoulder.

"Somewhere Martin showed me. Trust me you won't believe me before you see it." I said.

We made our way down the beach this way. I could feel how Lars was either nervous, or excited. I felt a little bit of thrill, that he felt that way around me. Truth be told, I didn't quite know what my feeling for him were. But every time I pictured him sleeping next to me in a bed, or sitting with me somewhere, or every time I thought about kissing him, my chest felt like it couldn't contain the happiness.

"I have a question." Lars said. "When you said Martin told you where he jerked off. Did he and you jerk off together?" There was a little pause between us. I hadn't really considered that the fact that we'd done that might make him jealous.

"Yea... but only as bro's you know." I said suddenly feeling guilty. "I didn't touch him or anything." Lars looked up at me with a facial expression that at first made me want to kick myself, before I realized that it was mock indignation. Suddenly his face cracked into a wide grin.

"Don't tell me you regret it." He said, grinning, his tongue sticking out a bit as he looked up at me.

"I... I ehh..." I said, fumbling over the words. I wanted to apologize but Lars just leaned back into me.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." He said, still grinning. "I'm not going to tell you who you can jerk off with. I mean, you and I aren't... together like that..."

I felt the knot of anxiety slowly unravel itself, and I exhaled deeply. Which made Lars snicker.

"You're pretty amazing you know that." I said. Even though I hadn't actually done anything wrong, I still felt a little guilty.

We arrived at the border where the landscape shifted, and soon I led the easy climb up worth towards the 'shrine' my boner had subsided a little, but it was still somewhat engorged. The far less athletic Lars were climbing behind me, and I could feel his eyes on my behind. I was quite sure he could see my hole too, but I didn't mind that either. Once or twice I was pretty sure I was going the wrong way. Once you got into the cliffs, there was several paths you could take. All though I knew that I had to stick with some that lead further towards the ocean. Finally, I cleared a rock which I knew was the right one and found myself back at the entrance to the shrine. Where Martin and I had spied on Jacob as he pleasured himself with the fruits. I noticed that he'd left a few up here, including the one he'd had up his butt. Thankfully no one was here.

"Little help?" Asked Lars, he was a little short of breath. I knelt down on the smooth sun heated rock and reached down my hand so he could grab it. With a groan I pulled him up and into my arms. For a moment I held him close to my body and looked him deep into the eyes. I could feel how much his boner ached for attention though the very thin cloth that made up his loincloth. For a moment I was tempted to try and go for a kiss but went for a warm smile instead.

"Come on, you have to see this." I said. I took him by the hand and lead him into the shrine.

The painting on the curved back wall was just as imposing and just as immaculacy detailed as I remembered. Every last one of the thirteen painted boys were nude, and so distinctly different from each other down to every detail, that I found it hard to believe anything other than that they were depictions of real people who had once stood where we stood. I let my gaze slide over the boys. Each and were in some stage of masturbation, in random order. Some were depicted with full erections stroking their cocks, some with closed eyes others looking at their neighbor, most were looking to the central figure. Other boys were depicted with flaccid or semi-hard penises, even some with cum dripping from the tips, or from their hands, from having recently ejaculated. My eyes found my favorite of the bunch. He was one of the youngest boys depicted, with no sign of pubic hair around the base of his shaft or on his balls. Neither of the boys who had pubic hair, had very much of it and most had none. This boy was in the middle of his own orgasm, frozen in time. His eyes were closed, and his face showed utmost pleasure as he shot his considerable load towards the center figure. So much so that the already finished and cum dripping boy next to him, hand to place a steadying hand on his shoulder, so he didn't topple over. I noticed that the boys all had faint outlines of paint on their bodies. The same sort of faint markings, that we had all been painting ourselves with. The once I had still hadn't gone away, although they weren't very visible on light skin, but on the darker skin of the native boys they were more prominent.

The central figure of the painting was not of a boy like the rest, but of a woman. A mature but very much a young naked woman, perfectly formed round breasts with large nipples, a curvy figure, long flowing hair and an adoring face that could melt the hearts of any man, maybe even a gay man. Not that I knew since I was very much bi and found her very attractive. Like the boys she was heavily painted with stripes and figures, but in difference to them, her feet were not touching the ground.

"What the actual..." Lars started but didn't finish his sentence as he stared at the spectacle.

"No fucking way, that's real." I send him a grin while I enjoyed his stunned expression. I seized the moment to slip a hand up under the short skirt that hid his genitals and placed my hand on his butt.

"Pretty amazing isn't it? That's why Martin showed me the place this is where he and Jacob comes to jerk off."

Lars seemed momentarily speechless as he started to take out the camera and turned it on.

"We think the woman is a goddess of some kind. The way she's painted. Like she's too perfect to be a real person, and how her feet don't touch the ground like the others do." I Continued.

"Yea, that's what I thought to." Lars said, as he took a few steps back and looked though the camera to catch the best shot. "Notice how she's angled so that she's bathed in a divine light from the sun." He observed. "She's definitely a goddess, a fertility goddess no doubt. But what about the boys" I was impressed but remembered that Lars was an experienced photographer and knew stuff about light settings.

"Well... we think they are offering their seed to her." I said.

"Figuratively or..." Lars began

"No literally." I said. "We think the native boys of the island would come here and jerk off together, and that way offer their seed. You see that crevice over there?" I pointed to the smooth bowl-like crevice in the middle of the semi- circular stone wall. Even though it was hard to see there was a hole in the bottom, that led... god knows where... somewhere into the mountain. Lars nodded as he was putting the pieces together before I had finished what I was saying.

"That's where they'd shoot their load and... Wait Is that what you've been doing?" He asked suddenly. "Sacred jerk off sessions?".

"Once." I corrected. "And it was really fun."

"I bet it was. Everyone back home always talk about masturbation as if it's some horrible deed, but I never thought of it... Like someone could do it to please their island god. Dude we have got to take some pictures of this." Lars were suddenly giddy and seemed eager to get stared. I couldn't for the life of me have removed the smile from my face.

We started taking some pictured of me, as we had done before. At first, we took some where I was posing in front of the pictures. Sometimes I was silly, sometimes serious. My cock was throbbing hard the whole time. We even took a picture where I pretended to be sucking the dick of the ejaculating tribe-boy. With the extreme realism of the painting, you could almost believe it when you saw the picture. Then we got the idea of doing a short photo series of me, posing as a lone tribal boy who came to bring an offering. I started by walking slowly into the grotto doing my best to make an awed expression. It wasn't hard, since the shrine was so awe inspiring in and of itself. I would have loved to have been flaccid in the first pictures, but it was just not going to happen. I came in and knelt down into a deep bow before the goddess and stayed there for a while where Lars got shots of every angle. He was phenomenally good at instructing me on what to do. Then stood on the edge of the crevice and with the awestruck expression still on my face I started jerking off, while Lars shot one picture after the other. The sexual buildup took less than 30 seconds. I was so stimulated that it ached in my balls for the sweet release. With a groan I shot my load into the crevice, as the powerful orgasm shot though my body and almost made me fall. My dick pumped hard, releasing huge amounts of wet cum into the bowl. When I was finally done it had made a small little lake of clear-white fluid in the bottom, with more drops still falling from my red-hot member. I noticed that Lars was no longer taking pictures but had instead lifted up in the loincloth and was jerking off too. Amazed at the sight I watched my friend cum as well. He groaned and huffed clearly experiencing just as hard an orgasm as I had before massive amounts of cum shot from his body and down into the crevice where it mixed with mine. I had already discovered that Lars always squirted massive amounts of cum, when he came, and this time was no exception. I counted at least eight squirts of variating power before he subsided. When he was done, he swayed back and forth on his feet, the convulsions of his body having destabilized him. I moved forward to catch him before he fell and took him into my arms.

"Wow, that was amazing?" He huffed into my shoulder. I could feel how his still twitching dick was leaking fluids onto my still hard cock and balls. I didn't care. I looked into his swimming eyes and did what I had felt like doing for days. I leaned down and kissed him, long and tenderly over the mouth. I felt how his mouth opened to give me access. The kiss went on for an eternity, or at least it felt that way, when we were finally done my head was swimming with emotions.

"Let's sit for a while." I whispered, and Lars nodded weakly in response.

We sat with our backs to the great wall painting for a while. Lars' head was leaning against my shoulder, and we were both watching the cum slowly seep into the mountain while mentally recovering. Thoughts and emotions were zooming though my head at the speed of light. All of them about the boy next to me. All of them confusing and at the same time new and old.

"Thor?" Lars asked, his voice meek. "Can... can I ask you something..." I nodded. It was I could do right now.

"Do you think... do you think it could ever work... you know, between us?" He asked. There was a long pause.

"You mean... as my... boyfriend?" I asked. I knew what he meant; I just had a hard time aligning my thoughts. I'd never had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend for that matter... I didn't even know how you decided you were in that kind of relationship.

"Yea..." he whispered. I sighed deeply. Honestly not knowing how to answer that question.

"I..." I trailed off.

"Listen, I don't care if you jerk off, or play around with Martin or Jacob... or whoever else might like to play with your dick." He said. "I just... I want you as mine, at heart. That you still want to do that stuff with me. That you still wanna take pictures and play with me at night."

"Of cause... I. That's not why." I said. "I just, I've never done that before. I don't know if we can work it out. Also, if we do become boyfriends, wont we have to tell all the others?"

"In time... probably." Lars said. "But not now. I just want to know if you'd want to..."

"Yes. Let's try it." I said. "I want to... I love you." Our lips met again, and we kissed for a long time.

"I love you too..." Lars said. More kissing, more silence.

"We should probably head back soon." I said. "We need to get our stuff and find the peak, before it gets dark. Lars nodded, the bliss on his face evident.

"One more thing." He said as he slowly pulled himself together to get up. "If we are together, I want to make love."

"You mean... fuck for real. Now?" I asked. This was all coming on pretty rapidly now.

"No not now, not even tonight. I'm not sure I'm ready yet. I'm just telling you that. I'd like to do it... and that I want to feel you do it to me." He blushed and I smiled vaguely. Then I moved in to kiss him again.

[Tags: Masturbation]