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Chapter 17: Matt, June 16th - Afternoon
"How big is this island exactly?" Andre asked as he reached down a hand to pull me up to the next precipice. This one had required a boost from me for him to get up there in the first place. When I thought about it, we hadn't actually walked that far but seeing as you often needed to go sideways to find a way up between the hundreds of ledges and rocks it could easily feel like more.
"No clue, the guidebook didn't say." I said. I was referring to our pamphlet about the island, not the actual theses that some ancient explorer had written about the place which Lars had discovered in our shed. "I don't think we've walked as far as it seems. With a not too considerable exertion I managed to climb the ledge with Andre's help. After getting on my feet I looked around, we'd arrived at another scaling wall of smooth rock, which would be too high to climb. Andre was already looking for a way to get around it.
"Maybe we should make a ladder." He suggested. I knew it was halfway a joke. We were both carrying makeshift bundles of dried bamboo sticks, held together with the cord we'd learned to make form leaves, and while they were cumbersome it was an easy way to carry them.
"That's probably more complicated than you'd think" I said. I turned to look back down the part we'd already climbed. It looked like we'd already climbed more than halfway to the top. Knowing this island there was going to be something spectacular up there.
"Bro!" Andre suddenly called out. He'd gone around a corner in the rock formations and were calling out I turned towards. "I found something" He said, when I didn't react immediately.
"What?" I said, tearing myself away from the absolutely stunning view of the overgrown half of the Island. You could see the where the forest had a clearing in the tree line, where the camp was located, although you couldn't see into the camp, due to the foliage and the distance.
"Come and see it." Andre said, now peeking his head back around the rock face. I sighed and followed him around. I was met by a sight that wasn't exactly a surprise after what I'd seen of this island. Even so it took me a while to really comprehend what I was seeing. The rock was painted with a painting. A painting just like the one we'd found down in the forest, on the obelisk-like rock that stood in the middle of the orchard with the mysterious fruits. Just like the one down there, this was in full size and depicted two boys who were both facing the viewer. Both were depicted naked, except for the lengths of sparse cord, which were holding a selection of decorative items. The tallest of the two had long hair and the distinctive tanned skin-color of the native population, based on the paintings I'd already seen. His smile was wide and welcoming, his eyes kind and full of energy. He had one arm draped around the shoulders of the other boy, holding him in close. He had a beautifully carved earring made from either wood or bone; it was hard to tell. He had a woven wristband, a necklace with a carved wooden medallion and a cord that went around his waist. His cock was absolutely massive. Hanging heavily between his legs, flaccid and resting I front of the heavy ball sack which were likewise bigger than average. Curiously he didn't have pubic hair even though he had to be at least the same age as Andre and me. I couldn't help but stare at his massive tool, which were a lot bigger than either of ours. I felt a slight brush of heat on my face and a slight twitch in my shorts as I couldn't help but imagining what it would look like when it was hard. The shorter of the two boys also had shorter hair and was standing close to the other boy with his arm around the taller boy's waist, resting on his opposite hip. His head was resting in a nuzzling gesture on the taller boy's shoulder, with his eyes half closed as if standing this close was pure bliss to him. This boy only had one cord which was tied around his ankle. His penis was smaller and flaccid too, but not completely at rest. His sack was small, round and tucked neatly beneath the shaft. He even had little downs of pubic hair above it. Both of the boys had faint tribal markings drawn on their bodies, the same way both Andre and I had under out clothes.
"Isn't that just incredible?" Andre asked. "I mean, how long do you think they've been here?"
"I don't know." I said. "We've found another painting like this down in the forest. I don't remember if I showed you." I looked questioningly at him, time was beginning to flow together for me, being on this island away from all clocks and calendars.
"I did see them." Andre said. "I halfway thought the camp-people had placed it there for our benefit."
"True, but do you really think they'd go to that kind of lengths to do it?" I asked. "Also, if they really was placed there by the camp-leaders, I doubt they would have painted them naked." I continued thoughtfully.
"I thought that too. But then I saw that they'd photographed a naked boy to show us how the natives dressed themselves. So, either history is very important, or they aren't that prudish." Andre pondered. "But there is a very big difference between having a nude model on a few pictures and having an artist with this level of skill come out here and paint nude boys all over a remote island, don't you think?"
"That's why we believe they are genuine." I said. "Even though they are so well preserved."
"They look pretty happy don't you think?" Andre added. He tilted his head and looked at the painting. I felt him nudge my arm and looked at him, his face suddenly goofy and grinning.
"How'd you like to play with a dick like that?" He asked. He gestured towards the huge tool that the taller boy was equipped with. I felt my face redden but remembered who I was with.
"Just imagine when it was hard. I don't think I could take it" I almost whispered back, snickering. I snug my arm around his waist and felt him pull me in. Our lips met a fleeting moment.
"It didn't take you long to start looking at boys." I said as we held each other in the arms.
"Hey, don't get jealous, babe." Andre said. "I'm just getting used to looking at boys in that way. Let me enjoy it." We kissed again; this time lasting longer.
"Babe?" I asked, when we finally paused again. This was a new feeling, standing like this close with our arms around each other, in a way that was surely beyond a friendly embrace.
"Too much?" He asked, his face still not quite rid of the smile.
"A little girly perhaps." I said. "You've never used a nick name before."
"I didn't want to start it when the others were around." Andre replied. "But it was just a friendly nick name. I'm not a hit it and quit it kind of guy, if you know what I mean." I felt his hand find it way up my t-shirt and caress the skin of my lower torso. The touch made me sigh with tremors as years of sexual frustration that was still left in my body was released. "My Ex called me that sometimes, though. I didn't mean it as you are A babe, I mean it as you being MY babe."
"Fair enough." I said. "We should get going though. There are probably still a few obstacles on our way up." I slid my arms from around his neck and pulled away, feeling every inch of his hands as they once again brushed over my bare skin.
"Maybe no." Andre said as he turned his attention back onto the boys painted on the rock. "Look at their hands."
"What?" I said. I was already looking around to see where it would be easiest to ascent. I turned to look and didn't quite see what Andre had seen before he pointed out that it was their hands. Both boys had one hand around the other boy, but their other hand was free. The taller boy's free hand was pointing. It was almost imperceptibly but he was undoubtable pointing. His finger was pointing to the left of him and up worth. Automatically my eyes the shorter boy's hand. His free right arm was placed at a natural low angle, but his finger was definitely pointing to the right and down. Both gestures were so discreet that it was no wonder I'd missed them.
"Can you see it?" Andre asked.
"I think I know what you mean, but that can't be right." I said. My eyes still fixed on the paining to try and make sense of it.
"Isn't it obvious?" Andre said. "This isn't just a painting, it's a pointer of some kind. It's like the once in the grove showing how to harvest and prepare the fruits, this one just points the way to somewhere. I bet the one pointing left is showing us the way to the top." I raised an eyebrow at him. Even as cute as he was, that was a hell of an assumption to make.
"That's a whole lot of effort to put into a road sign." I said. "I guess it makes sense to some degree, this part of the island can be like a labyrinth, but the summit should be easy to find when you just keep going up."
"True enough, but we've had to go out of our way to find somewhere we could get up further, three times already." Andre said. "As for the painting being so elaborate. Think about it, if you're a talented artist on this island with nothing much to do, wouldn't you also make the sign elaborate. I'm just wondering if there are more art-pieces like this."
"Undoubtably." I said. "One of our first letters said, there would be ancient stuff to find around here, so I bet that's what they meant. Oh, as long as I remember, remind me to tell Lars that he should get a picture of this... for the scrapbook I mean." I said the last part with a reddening face, I knew exactly what Lars was going to use this painting for and by the look of Andre's face, he knew it too.
"I didn't mean it like that!" I said sheepishly and gave him a jap on the shoulder.
"Admit it." Andre said with a smug smile. "You're gonna come back here and fap to it. That guy's cock is to die for." My reaction was initiating a quick session of horseplay, which only confirmed Andre's suspicions, I knew. When we finally stopped, Andre grabbed my hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Come on, Bro." He said, and started dragging me in the direction the taller boy was pointing. "We need to find the peak. Let's just see if I'm right."
"So we're back to 'Bro' now?" I said, playfully.
"Hey, you were the one that didn't like babe." Andre retorted. "And you're more my bro than my babe anyway. We're like... bud's anyway and you've taken my dick pretty good, I think bro is fitting." He paused for a minute and slowed down when we came to a somewhat narrow passage between two sooth walls of rock. "Bro is higher than babes anyway... they say bros before hoes, right? Then again a hoe is not a babe..."
"That's a lot of labels." I said, following Andre into the passage. We couldn't walk next to each other, so I ended up walking behind him. Still we held on to each other's hands as we steadily climbed the steady slope.
"Just trying to figure my situation out here, Bro." Andre said. He was facing away from me so I couldn't see his expression. "I used to think that I was just a normal guy with a minor... I don't know, let's call it a healthy appreciation for other guys, but then we... you know, and it was better than I'd had before." He turned around and looked at me, without letting go of my hand. "I'm just a little confused, so I think I just need you to be my bro, and we can keep figuring this out, cuz I really like you." I looked at him for a few seconds.
"I'm ok with that." I said, I held up the fist of my other hands. "Bros?"
"With benefits." He said and bumped my fist it with his own. He sent me a grin before continuing our climb to the top.
"So, if this leads to the top, where do you think the other path was leading?" I asked, the change of subject much welcome.
"No clue." Andre answered. "But probably somewhere important, we'll have to check it out when we have better time. I guess we actually do have quite a bit of work to do if we need to make a big fire. That tends to take a while."
"Have you done it before?" I asked. I hadn't even considered that making a big bonfire would difficult. We had plenty of dried bamboo and remedies to make fire. I knew we had to go back and show the others the way when we'd found the place. But per the agreement the others would bring the stuff we needed with them.
"Made big fires?" Andre clarified. "Yea me and my bros back home used to make them on the beach sometimes in the summer. Bonfires on the beach are amazing but they do take a while to make, especially big ones.
"We have plenty of time till dark." I said looking up. I was getting pretty good at gauging the time from the sun, we were still a lot closer to midday than at sun set, I'd be surprised if it was much past two.
"I'd like to be done with the preparations." Andre said. "I want to have a look around up here before it gets dark."
After following the enclosed pathway for a while, we came back out in the open. The terrain was a little flatter here, but we were very obviously not at the top yet. Soft grass and more smooth cliff sides and large boulders were scattered around making it hard to see very far in any direction. I had a feeling that if you knew this place it would be perfect for hide and seek. But I was a little more worried about being lost. There was also a bit colder up here, since the breeze flowed easily between all the nooks and crannies and the stones were not always in direct sunlight, making them quite cool as well.
"Look how fantastic this place is." Andre said. "It's even more like a labyrinth up here."
"Just keep walking up, eventually we'll hit the top right?"
"Unless we run into another dead end." I said. "I just hope we can find out way back down." I looked around trying to memorize the area we came from. I knew I could find my way back from this place.
"Let's do this." Andre said, I saw he'd found a small white stone on the ground. Quickly he drew a white arrow on the rock face of our entrance using the white stone as chalk.
"At least we can try and keep track of the route." He said, and put the rock into his pocket.
"Good idea." I said, and looked around to try a gauge what the best way to the top would be. I decided to go with the obvious choice and walk straight. Knowing this island, it wasn't going to be that easy, but I had to check. As expected, I quickly got turned around and after marking our route and backtracking a little, we tried another way that looked logical. I lead the way up that road and was suddenly about to fall on my ass by sheer startlement. Straight ahead stood a boy on top of a large boulder. It took me a second to see that it was actually another painting, done on the rock face behind the boulder. As I moved closer, I could see why I had though the boy was real, for a second. He was painted so the perspective of where I stood, made the boy seem three dimensional. This boy was younger than any of the others I'd seen so far. Somewhere in his early teens his body was still going through developments, getting more muscle but still lanky the way only a teenage boy could be. As expected, he was as nude as the other boys I'd seen and his smile was both devious and innocent at the same time, as someone who had hidden a secret surprise somewhere and couldn't wait to show you. He had long semi-long hair filled with little trinkets of different kinds. Stones shells and feathers but were otherwise not wearing any gear. He didn't even have any of the markings the other boys had. If it wasn't for his hair decoration and his tribal features, he could just as easily have been from California as he could be a native. His penis was small, dangly and boyish with a short foreskin that exposed a bit of the head and no pubic hair. He was looking directly at us as if he'd been waiting for us to follow him. He stood as if he was just about to run ahead while impatiently waiting for us to catch up. His right hand was lifted as if to wave us closer. It was like he'd been ahead of us the whole time and couldn't wait to show us what was ahead.
"That's another painting." Andre said unnecessarily. He was holding my arm having prevented me to fall when I'd been startled. "You ok, Bro?" He asked almost as an afterthought.
"Yea I'm fine. That one was just so lifelike." I got to my feet and walked to the artwork. "Should we follow him?" I asked. And let my gaze follow the path the boy was about to run down at. I could see that it was ending between two boulders in a patch of grass further uphill.
"Ain't got nothing to lose." Andre said and the two of us walked the short distance until we felt a strong breeze hit our faces, with warm fingers of wind going through my hair. The smell of sea and high altitude was uncanny and sudden. I closed my eyes against the sudden sensation, I stood like this for a moment, enjoying the fresh air as I was sure we'd reached our destination. The fresh wind and the smells were already incredible and the grass under my feet was so soft I felt like taking off my sandals. We both ditched our packs of bamboo in the grass and I trotted forward to feel the fresh wind on my face.
"Holy shit, look!" Andre exclaimed. He sounded like he was completely in awe so I opened my eyes and looked around to see what Andre had found. A second later I found him standing next to another painting of a boy... except... wait. The boy he was standing next to didn't have a background. Nothing except the beautiful blue sky at least. This time it wasn't a painting, it was a statue.
With my jaw completely unhinged I walked closer to the incredible sculpture. And didn't stop till I was only a few feet away. I hardly believed what I was seeing. The statue depicted a boy, naked of cause, and like the one we'd seen on our way in, wearing no tribal gear what so ever. He did however have very faint tribal drawings on his body, actually quite a few more than any of the others I'd seen. He was also among the older of the depicted boys, but not necessarily the oldest we'd seen. If it wasn't for the slightly fainted paint and the necessarily much rougher cut than an artist could achieve on a flat medium I would have had to touch it to believe it wasn't a real boy. He was standing in a posture with his feet slightly apart and his arms spread out. His body arched back in a perfect bow, only interrupted by the bulge of his perfect round butt. The way he was standing was almost like the mere kiss of the sunlight on his skin was nourishing him, and the wind though his long hair was as refreshing as a full night's sleep. Absolutely enchanted, I moved around the boy to take his whole body in sight. His eyes were closed, and his face was blissful, but what I noticed first when I saw him from the front was his genitals. His cock was absolutely huge, not unrealistically so but much bigger both in length and girth that I'd expected. Furthermore, and as a source of mixed feelings for me, the boy was fully erect. His cock standing at full attention, curving up worth and with the foreskin fully retracted exposing the red-colored glands. His torso was well trained, with the semblance of abs on the stomach and well-toned, however still not quite mature chest muscles.
"All right now I'm convinced." Andre said dumbfounded by the spectacular piece of artwork. "This just simply cannot be legit. There's just no fucking way this thing was made by indigenous people."
"I..." I started but I trailed off. This was just unbelievable.
"How would they even make it." Andre continued with. "It must have taken months, and they'd have to have metal tools... right?" He said as if he wasn't as sure as he'd just said he was.
"Maybe they did have a tool we don't know about." I said, I may have sounded a little meek, but I wasn't just going to dismiss it as a forgery just yet.
"What would they have? Stone?" Andre asked.
"Different stones have different densities, maybe this one is just made out of a softer kind of stone."
"Then how would it have survived up here for so long. I mean it's at least a hundred years." Andre said. "It would have been worn by wind and weather."
"The sun mainly." I answered. "But it really hasn't been that long since there were indigenous people here. Lars found a paper written in the 1930's I think, where the author describes the people." So that's just a few decades at most.
"That's still almost a hundred years." He argued.
"Or it could be as little as twenty." I said. "We actually have no idea. I'm just wondering what made them disappear in the first place."
"That's actually a good question." Andre pondered. "I mean, it could have been the classic story of Europeans invading, but somehow I don't think that's likely. I mean, these islands are neither exploited nor have their unique features really been known by the outside world. I mean if these drawings are legit, they belong in a museum."
"How would one do that? Pull them out of the wall?" I said, amused by the thought.
"If they can do it with Ancient Egyptian murals, then they can do it here." Andre said. He sat down in the grass and looked up at the statue while leaning back on his hands.
"I wonder what other treasures this island holds. I can hardly imagine anything topping this." I said joining my friend on the grass, and just enjoying the sun for a moment. We'd been walking for quite a while at this point and most of it had been uphill. I had assumed it would be a shorter trip that it had been so I hadn't brought any water either. The only respite from sore feet was a couple of minutes in the grass.
"I bet you'd love him fucking you." Andre said coyly. "look at the size of that cock."
"Jealous?" I asked, just as coyly and sat up next to him, placing an arm around him. Usually I didn't initiate physical contact between us. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was still a little unsure of Andre wanted me to. I knew he liked being in control and he was still battling with his feelings for me. He didn't retract though but placed a gentle hand on my belly and leaned in to give me a soft kiss on the mouth. His large lips felt so soft and big against my smaller once and for a moment I felt like the world didn't exist.
"Maybe a little... that sure is big as fuck. Do you even think you could fit a guy that big?" Andre mused I snickered, a little embarrassed by such a straightforward question.
"Probably not." I said snickering, my cheeks getting warmer, and my heartbeat faster. I watched as Andre scooted closer to the standing statue. Since it was in natural size its crotch was about on height with Andre's head. I watched him as he got a closer look at the enormous manhood the statue possessed. The fact that the statue was so well made the sight a little bit unsettling, and the sight of Andre gently touching the statues' penis made my own body tickle and my dick started to move a little bit.
"It's amazingly detailed." He said. "I mean it even has those little ridges on the underside of the tip, though they are a little eroded. Whoever made this really didn't forget anything."
"Do you really think a summer camp would put that much devotion into its decor?" I asked, still pretty convinced it was real.
"I don't know what to believe." He said. There was a little bit of silence between us, then Andre broke it again.
"Hey, bro." He said, again grinning deviously. "Look at this." When he was sure I was watching he put his lips around the tip of the statues penis and grinned like an idiot. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight.
"What are you doing you idiot." I said grinning and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I bet I can take more if it in my mouth that you can." He said. There was a challenging gleam in his eyes that was impossible to refuse, but still the challenge was pretty dumb. Even as I got up and sat next to him at the foot of the statue, I felt a little stupid, glad that the others weren't here.
"You wanna see who is best at giving a statue a blowjob?" I asked incredulously. "If you wanna turn everything into a competition, then it's Thor you need."
"I just wanna see how far down you can get it. I mean, you've done it before right?" He asked. "Is it hard to do?"
"Dude, I don't know any more about sucking dick than you do. I've never done it before." I said. I couldn't remember if I'd mentioned it before, but if not, he didn't remember either.
"Oh." He said, a little embarrassed. "Sorry. I just assumed it was something gay guys did. I mean... never mind." He said trailing off. "My ex used to do it every once in a while. She was pretty good at it, but I've obviously never done anything but licking her... which I recon is pretty different."
"Worried that you can't figure it out?" I retorted. A bit of cockiness in my voice.
"You manipulative little bitch!" Andre blurted out but using a playful loving tone. The next I knew was him grabbing my arms and tumbling me around in the grass. I squealed too as we both rolled around in the grass wrestling for control. Our horseplay didn't stop before he was sitting straddled over me, my arms pinned and his lips were sealed over mine in a very long and very deep kiss, that made the world swim around us in a whirl of things that were utterly uninteresting.
"What if the others come?" I said, while Andre was kissing and caressing my neck. My cock was throbbing now and painfully braced against my shorts. I could feel that Andre was in a similar predicament. His groin grinding against mine.
"They won't." Andre replied and kissed me on the mouth again to stifle anymore weak protests I might have had. Not that I really could think of any.
I felt him opening the button in my shorts which relived a great deal of the pressure but not it all. My underwear was still in the way. With my free hand I worked and wiggled to pull down both parts, till I felt the soft grass under my bare butt and my cock was standing freely in the warm breeze. Andre got up and leaned back, having removed his tank top while I pulled down my shorts. Before I knew it, he was between my legs, his face less than a foot from my crotch. My shaft was moving only slightly in trot with my breathing, a sudden silence between us. He was now looking intensely at it while biting his lower lip, seeming indecisive. I could feel his breath on the sensitive skin from his large nostrils as a few indecisive moments passed between us. He didn't look at me, just at my shaft with an expression of curiosity and a hint of self-questioning. I reminded myself that Andre was a straight guy. At least as straight as a guy could be when he'd spend the last few nights fucking another guy in the ass, but this was still different. It was the first time he was dealing with my dick this directly. I was just about to assure him that he didn't have to do it, when he gently took a hold of it with his soft wide fingers. A tiny action that made me sigh with little tingles all over my skin and choking down whatever sentence had been forming in my throat.
He held, first like it was made of glass and could shatter at any moment. Then took a better hold, like it was a joystick and pulled back the foreskin to expose the moist head to the air.
"Never seen a white boy's cock up this close." He said softly. "Looks so different, head is a whole different color too." I snickered but managed to choke it back. This was nervous chatter from a guy who was about to put his perceived masculinity on the line. There was no need to make fun of him.
After another pause, he finally did it. Carefully he opened his mouth, closing his eyes and took it in his mouth. I held my breath getting myself ready as well. His soft lips brushed over the ultrasensitive glands sending shutters down my dick and up my spine. That followed by the wet warm sensation of his pink tongue sliding against the underside of the head where the string was attached. I clenched my jaw as a very not-masculine sound escaped my throat. The sensation was so overwhelming I almost lost the balance as I was prodded up on the elbows. I was so used to all the best sensations of a sexual nature coming from inside of me; from any combination of prostate stimulation and being filled out, that I'd forgotten, or maybe never really known how sensitive my penis was. Andre swiveled his head licking around the glands sending another tremor of pleasure though my body, before he retraced and looked back up at me, watching for my reaction. When I looked down at him I couldn't help but smile at his playful facial expression, my cheeks burning and my pulse elevated. After that initial careful try, Andre seemed to have gotten his confidence back. With renewed vigor he took my cock into his mouth again and started going slowly up and down, sending sparks of electricity into my body and making me gasp with excitement. Even though he hadn't down it before, he clearly knew what he was doing. Probably from the many times he'd gotten blowjobs from his ex. Nevertheless, he couldn't get my shaft very far into his mouth, and he didn't even try to swallow it into his throat, but I didn't care. By the time he'd started groaning in his deep base voice, sending a series of vibrations into my dick, compounding the pleasure. I had already lost sensation in my legs; my fingers were flexing, and my hole was puckering. I had no idea how long I managed to hold out, but finally I gave in and arched my back as my orgasm took over every ounce of my brain and body. The only sound I made was a half-choked throat sound, but the resulting shot of cum that rushed from my inners very clearly ended up in Andre's mouth. He immediately started coughing which unfortunately broke my ecstasy and replacing it with a sense of alertness. I watched with big eyes as Andre cleared his throat with a combination of spits, swallows and coughs. His eyes watered from the experience.
"Jeez... cough ... warn a brother next time, will ya?" he said still sitting on all fours looking at me.
"Sorry." I muttered. "I forgot..." still not quite recovered from the treatment. He kept grimacing a little, but his face got milder by the second.
"Yea alright, what did I expect was gonna happen." He grinned at me and crawled closer climbing over me, so our faces were level with each other, his above min. I grinned and we shared a deep kiss. If there was any taste of my own dick on him, I didn't taste it. All though there was still the remnants of what was unmistakably my own cum. Nothing I hadn't tasted before I might add. Subsequently we laid next to each other. His head on my chest, slowly rising and falling with my breath, his hand in mine, my other hand nuzzling his hair.
"I cannot believe how easy that was." He said, as if he'd discovered a magic secret. "She always presented it like it was an art form or somthin'."
"Is it any different than going down on her?" I asked. Even though I had no interest in sex with women or their genitalia at all, I was still curious about it.
"Completely different." Andre said matter-of-factly. "Sometimes it doesn't matter what you do to that thing, she might as well be doing her homework with all the fun she's having." He sounded a little bitter.
"One time she even wanted me to do it while she was on the rag. I mean can you imagine?" He made a disgusted facial expression, and a very audible "Ew." escaped my lips.
"Yea, I ended up looking like that picture of Bear Grylls." He said.
"EEEW." I said, louder and on purpose this time. "You actually did it?"
"I had to." He said, a little sheepishly. "She promised to give me head afterwards and I'd just been 2 weeks away at camp, so my balls were ready to explode man."
We both laughed and snuggled a little closer together.
"That's still gross, but if you want I can try and see if I can one up her on that BJ." I offered. I was feeling a little cocky now, and I was very eager to try it, now that I knew how good it felt.
"Sorry bro, that's gotta wait till later." He said, grinning at me sheepishly. When I looked quizzically at him, he took my hand and moved it down to his crotch and placed if flat on top of his shorts right over his cock. I could feel the limp member under the fabric, but I also felt something more.
"Did you cum, while giving me head?" I asked, feeling the enormous wet spot in front of his pants, that had to be either cum or... something else. Given what we'd just done I chose to believe the first thing.
"Yea... I think I might have accidentally dry humped the grass. Dude it was so hot I didn't even think about it. I just felt it happening." I giggled and pulled him into another kiss on the mouth taking the opportunity to grope his cock though his shorts, feeling the cum soaked spot again. I hadn't had the opportunity to touch his cock when it was soft and found it no less appealing than when it was hard and dry. The heaviness and spongy softness were like mine, but different as was everything about Andre's body.
We finally got ourselves together and stood up, not wanting the others to find us snuggling up together when they arrived, we also had to start setting up the fire if we wanted to have any hope of a big bonfire when the night came.
"Do you think this is getting to be too much?" Andre asked, as he unbuttoned his shorts and discarded them with all the grace of a newborn calf. I watched as he removed his underwear too, exposing his thick dark cock that hung heavy like a horse's did and send a little electric pulse though my heart every time I saw it.
"What is?" I asked looking him in the eye a little too late to be nonchalant about it.
"I mean us doin' it." He said. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just not sure I want to send the wrong message."
"I still don't follow." I said trying not to stare as he wiped his dick under the foreskin and on his shaft with the part of his underwear that was still dry.
"It's just that... you know I'm still straight right?" He said, his voice full of doubt. I raised my eyebrows, not really wanting to broach this subject right now.
"If you say so." I replied, non-committaly. "Where is this coming from?"
"How can I be straight if I like sucking you off and fucking you more than I liked doing it with the girls I was dating before?" He asked.
"I thought we agreed you were just bi-curious." I said, a little panicked over being the one that had to comfort. "You like girls but you also like playing around with a boy sometimes. It's not like we're in a serious relationship, we're just having fun."
"I know that, but how can I just be bi-curious if I like the gay stuff better than the straight stuff." He said, sounding worried.
"Then I guess you're bi, but I'm pretty sure sexuality is a little more complicated than that." putting my hand on his shoulder, hoping it wasn't a mistake. He put his hand on top of mine and sighed.
"It's easier for you. You know what you like." He said.
"I know I like your big black cock up my ass." Trying to assert myself a little. "That's all I know. I don't know if I'd like it if it was someone else from this island, that I hadn't slept with. All I know is I don't think of girls when I jerk off."
"But I don't think of girls anymore either." Andre said. "What if I'm becoming gay?"
"You don't become gay, you either are or are not." I said. "You've had sex with girls, you liked having sex with girls. You've had sex with one entire boy, and you liked having sex with that boy. I don't even know if that qualifies as bisexual. Unless I am not the only boy you've fantasized about?"
That question wasn't fair, I knew that. But the almost guilty expression was proof enough.
"Then it's called bisexual, it's perfectly normal and it's something new you learned about yourself on this island. Some men don't discover that about themselves until they are forty."
Andre didn't respond but just nodded. A few minutes later we'd unrolled the packs of dry bamboo we'd been carrying with us up here. We started building a tipi-like cage from the sticks and bound it together with a palm leaf cord. The idea was that if we filled the cage with the whole dried palm leaves and firewood, we'd be able to create a huge blazing fire that could be seen from far away. Doing a break in our work, where we'd been to occupied by our task to speculate on sexual orientation, we both stood at the edge of the cliff looking over the ocean, each of us pissing over the edge next to each other, watching the pee scatter to the wind below us. We were both still naked at this point. I'd completely forgotten about my clothes. I felt safe with Andre and I didn't even think about the fact that the others could be arriving at any time. Andre's shorts and underwear were soaked in cum, so he'd just decided to do without, not even bothering with the tank top.
"I'm starting to think Martin isn't completely crazy about his ideas about this island." Andre said, exhaling as he emptied his bladder, holding his cock with both hands.
"About this place being special?" I asked. I didn't completely disagree with Martin on that point, but I remained skeptic.
"I've learned a lot about myself already." He continued. "Sometimes I wonder if the native islanders meant for people to come here and learn about themselves."
"If that's true they're succeeding." I muttered. "But I think it's mostly about us being alone and completely isolated. We depend on each other out here."
"We sure do." Andre said as we both watched the sun on its steady approach towards the horizon right next to one of the other islands who's peak we could see easily from here.
[Tags: Oral, cumming in pants.]