Island

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This story includes a whole lot of irrisposible behaviour, and I do not condone any of it. Including but not limited to: Sexual behaviour between males younger than 16 years old, underaged drinking, nudity, swearing, public urination, leaving teenagers unsupervised on a unspecfically located uninhabited island, pop-culture references, compleate and utter disregard for STD prevention, some stuff you really shouldn't do with a camera, eating or otherwise inserting into yourself unfamiliar fruits you find in nature, an (at this point) unhealthily lax attitude towards hyginge, running around a dark deserted island in the middle of the night, sexual molestation of artwork, and bad jokes.

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Chapter 19: Jake, June 17th - Morning

As usual I woke up early, often as soon as the light hit my face. It was a slow but steady journey from deep sleep, with fleeting images, many of the featuring naked male figures dancing around a huge fire. Some of them with erections the size of short swords. Singing and dancing with me in the middle. When I finally opened my eyes, the horizon was red and the sky above me showed every sign of it being a very early morning. My head was feeling a little heavy still and the chill morning air made me crawl back down under the blanket like a rabbit escaping a fox. Next to me with his back turned was Sebastian's naked body hidden under the same blanket. We weren't touching mostly because the others were sleeping right next to us and it would be embarrassing. But I was a little glad that where weren't for another reason. Currently I was feeling two kinds of tightness in my loins. The first one was the pressure of my bladder on the verge of exploding. The second one was the unmistakable felling of tension that was my morning wood. I was even happier that I wasn't spooning with Sebastian right now. Having morning wood was embarrassing, especially at summer camp. Granted everyone here had seen each other naked, and I'd seen some of them with erections already, but that didn't change anything. Even when it was Sebastian, who I knew would appreciate it, it was still an invasion to poke him with an erection like that.

Unfortunately, my bladder issue wasn't going to wait till my boner died down. In fact, it wasn't uncommon for me to get hard when I really had to pee, almost like my cock was trying to make extra space. slowly I sat up and looked around. It wasn't completely light out yet and everyone else was sleeping. If I was careful nobody would notice me leaving.

Carefully I slid my naked body out from under the blanket. My dick popped out and stood right up, the foreskin pealing back to reveal the little red head underneath. It bended slightly upward when it was hard. Sometimes I wondered if it was bent to use it properly, but I had always tried to push such thoughts away. I'd been told that such thoughts were bad, so pushing them away was pretty instinctive.

Silent as a cat I pushed myself completely free of the fabric. Why was I naked anyway? I couldn't remember where I'd put my home made fudoshi. I'd dropped it last night when the moon had made our body paint light up. I took a look down myself and then up in the sky. The moon had disappeared long ago, and our drawings had once again become faint white marks on our skin. Sebastian had been the coolest. The dragon I'd drawn had looked almost alive on his naked skinny sleek body. I picked up the T-shirt I'd been using as a pillow and threw it over my head before setting off to a more private location.

Panic suddenly hit me, and I felt my foot catch on something. Something very much organic and boney. I fell into the grass with a silent thump, barely managing to keep from crying out. With the sudden rush of adrenaline that the panic had set off, I scrambled to get to my feet, and managed to do so stumbling and gasping. Still panicking I clamped both my hands over my erecting covering it with the T-shirt, more on instinct than anything else. I'd forgotten that Andre had been laying three feet from me, he and Matt had chosen to sleep on either side of Sebastian and me and in the still dim morning light, I had not seen his dark foot, with its white sole sticking out from the blanket he'd been sleeping under. Its owner was now sitting propped up on his elbows looking me with half-asleep confused eyes. Still with my hands clamped over my crotch.

"I'm so sorry!" I whispered hectically and darted away as quickly and silently as I could, desperate to spare myself anymore embarrassment. I sped in between a few rocks that lead to, God knows where, and felt the ground beneath me go from soft grass to smooth rocky surface. Just when I finally decided I was far enough away and stopped running, I painfully slammed my food, Incidentally the same foot I'd just tripped over Andre with, against a rock on my path. This time I coudn't hold back a cry of pain. I sat down on the cold stone with my bare butt and rubbed my bruised foot, whimpering when the waves of pain started coming.

"Son of a.... Auch... Fffff... oork." I tried desperately not to swear, mostly out of habit. If my parents ever heard me swear no matter the reason, I could look forward to a rather stern punishment. I'd forgotten everything about my bladder and my boner when I head quick footsteps. A few seconds later, a still sleepy looking but somewhat alarmed and still butt naked Andre came hurrying around the stone I'd just slammed my foot into.

"You alright, dude?" he said, his keeping his voice down, but sounding concerned.

"Yea... agh... I just hurt my foot." I said between clenched teeth. The radiating pain was still throbbing though my foot.

"Ya' gotta careful running around out here." Andre said, kneeling down to take my foot into his hand and held it gently. Instinctively I put my hand over my dick again, but Andre was too occupied with examining my foot to notice.

"I know, I just really have to pee." I said, sheepishly.

"Yea I can see that." He said, and winked at me, with a quick glance at my privates, before standing up and offering me his hand to pull me to my feet. I could feel myself flush. Did he really think I was going to do... that?

With my bladder quickly returning as a priority, I took a quick step towards the nearest piece of vegetation and tried to point my dick down towards, but with the shape of my dick it was impossible. Instead of hitting the bush it went in an arch over it and splashed against a stony surface instead.

Andre didn't leave though, instead he took up position next to me grabbed his own heavy hanging penis and started watering the bush, sighing deeply and craning his neck. Shyly I turned my body slightly, so my wiener came out of view.

"Take a few steps, back maybe you'll hit the bush." Andre said snickering, his body and relaxed and his movements still sluggish from the early rising.

"Don't look at it!" I squealed and turned another few degrees away from him to hide it.

"Sorry, man." Andre said quickly. "I didn't mean to tease you." I could feel my cheeks burning. When I didn't answer him, he continued.

"Listen, I'll go back to bed, and you finish up what you need to, ok bud?" He said. "I shouldn't have followed, I just thought you were hurt."

"That's not what I was going..." I said, god this was so embarrassing. As soon as the thought of anything in that regard, the mental picture of Andre, bend over Matt's tense and eager body thrusting inside of him, flashed through my mind, and I couldn't meet Andre's eyes. Instead my wiener twitched.

"I'm sorry that's not what I meant... just be careful alright." He sent me a weak smile that I didn't reciprocate and ruffled my hair up a little, before he left back towards the others. I felt a sting of embarrassment and cringe when he left. I hadn't intended on touching myself at all when I'd left. Now if I didn't go back immediately, he'd think I was doing it. That thought was unbearable. But if I did, I'd have that image of him and Matt in my head. Wallowing in my dilemma, I leaned against the smooth stone wall next to me and looked down at my raging erection. I knew instinctively it was one of those that wouldn't go away for hours. A halfway voluntary twitch of one of my abdominal muscles made it wobble a little bit. To say that I never touched myself would be a lie. Of cause I did. Not that you'd ever hear me admit it. Whenever I did, I always felt really bad about it afterward. My mom had always said, don't touch it unless you're washing it. The preacher always said stuff like that was shaking hands with the devil, whatever that meant. Finally, I gave up. I might as well get it over with. I surely wasn't going to walk around with a boner all day. Between Andre knowing suspecting I was touching myself, and walking around pitching a tent all day, I was going to pick the former.

Resolutely I slid down that wall and sat down squatting. It was just gonna be quick. I would shoot what little I did shoot into one of the patches of grass and nobody would know about it. Except maybe for Andre. Then I'd ask for God's forgiveness later, maybe. I took hold of my dick and pulled the foreskin back. It was pulled tight and it wouldn't go all the way, so I didn't force it. I just looked at the red exposed skin under it, with the little slit. I closed my eyes and searched through my mind. When you masturbated you were supposed to think about girls, that much I knew. I tried picturing a girl in my head. My sisters face was the first to pop up and I immediately pushed it away. That was just wrong. I tried picturing one of the girls from my class. Tried to imagine what she'd look like without clothes. It was not so easy as I really didn't know much about naked girls. I started togging on my penis with closed eyes to concentrate. I could form a picture of some round weird looking boobs, but her forms were not right for what a girl looked like, and I couldn't picture her vagina. I didn't even really know what a vagina looked like; I only had a vague idea. Instead the empty space between her legs quickly became a penis instead, maybe because that's what I'd come to expect and those I knew what looked like. The picture of Andre hunched over Matt flashing though my mind again and I flinched. The memory was so clear to me I had to open my eyes to make it go away.

I had to try a different approach, I thought, and closed my eyes; tugging on my hard on once more. Instead of seeing someone, I wondered what it would feel like to be inside someone. Warm, tight and wet like the night I had felt Sebastian put it in his mouth. That had felt really good. I began to form his face in my mind, while I imagined to be inside him somehow. Involuntarily I was reminded of the night Sebastian and I had played with our penises under the blankets, and I could quickly see is face in front of me. The dark skin, the brown eyes, and his little wide nose with the steel rim glasses on them. I could feel the brush of his penis and I thrusted into him. Whether thrusting into him from the front made sense or not, it felt amazing. My body spasmed and I gasped a little and the pleasurable contractions traveled through my entire body. I could feel the pulses of white runny liquid soak the grass and stone beneath me, as well as my hand. When I opened my eyes, I saw the glistering pools of liquid I'd left. A drop of it still ran down my shaft towards my balls, and I quickly caught it with my fingers. Mortifyingly embarrassed about myself I dried off my hand in a patch of grass and stood up. I felt weird about what I'd just done and imagined. I wasn't sure if it was just me being weird or what had happened. My penis was already going flaccid like magic. Not really loosing size but just stopped being like steel and more like a rubber band, but still feeling and looking inflated. I stared walking not really wanting to stay where I'd masturbated, and not really wanting to return to the other so soon after. But one thing was changed. I wasn't feeling bad about what I'd just done. I was feeling good. Really good even if the shame hadn't quite gone away.

I returned to the camp about an hour later. By the that time the usual early morning gang was op and awake. And the sun had finally managed to illuminate the plateau once again. Because the T-shirt was so long, I'd bound it up at the hip, just like I had yesterday, so that my crotch was free up to my belly button. Sebastian had been completely right on that first morning when we had gotten to know each other. The breeze on my private part was such a freeing experience. Not to mention delightfully forbidden. Coming back to the group, I loosened the knot and let the fabric fall back into place, partially covering me despite the total state of undress that everyone else was in. Even Matt was nude, which I'd come to understand was a big deal. I looked away, when I saw him as he was having his shoulders smeared with sunscreen by Andre. Normally I would have thought nothing of it, but with the still fresh memory I had of the two of them making love on a rock, I couldn't help but thinking of the touching between the two as intimate and a little bit obscene. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure it hadn't been a dream.

Sebastian and Thor were throwing a tennis ball back and forward between them. I had gotten so used to seeing Sebastian naked, that I didn't even focus on his dangly penis, flopping around as he skipped and jumped to catch the ball that Thor was throwing with impressive strength and accuracy. Instead I just admired the boy I'd come to like so much. A stray thought of running my hand down the length of the brown boy's spine send a shiver down my own and I mentally shook my head to get rid of it, what was going on with me today?

He was incidentally also the first one to see me and lit up with a smile when he did.

"Hey! There you are." He said and came running, after throwing the ball to Thor who also raised his hand in a greeting and sat down next to Lars, who was eating a sandwich with one hand, and reading a book with the other.

"Where have you been? You weren't there when I woke up." He said, pulling me into a hug, that I reciprocated without hesitating. I felt our penises touch each other through the t-shirt for a fleeting moment, and could feel the heat rising in my face, as well as a lingering tinkling sensation where our skin had almost made. It was a little strange. It hadn't really bothered me before but now the thought was strange in my head.

"Eh, I was just out walking. I like to stretch my legs in the morning, you know that." I said. I knew I could tell Sebastian what more I'd been doing, he and I had shared more than one nude and experimenting adventure in our short time together, but the others were very much within earshot, so I decided it could wait.

"Alone? You should have woken me up I would have come with." Sebastian said, his voice was indignant but concerned.

"I didn't go far." I said. "There are some really great views of the ocean right around here."

"You know there are Kobolds in these mountains, Sylvis. You need your tracker out there, what if you get captured?"

"Then you would come rescue me, wouldn't you?" I said in a hushed tone, so the others wouldn't hear us as easily. Already planning out the scenario in my head. A rescue from the dragon tattooed Gorm the Barbarian, sounded rather appealing. Sebastian was about to answer but Matt called on us from over by the others.

"Hey, does either of you want a PB&J?" he asked, not loudly because Martin and Jacob were still sound asleep under the same blanket less than ten meters away. Martin was sprawled in what I assumed was spread eagle under the blanket, and was snoring slightly, while Jacob was using his arm as a pillow. They must have had been up late, or drunken quite a bit for the two of them to sleep through all of these people talking and mucking about.

The two of us sat down on the other side of the long dead bonfire, from the two sleepyheads and accepted each half of a sandwich. I wasn't a fan of peanut butter, but I wasn't about to say no either. Walking around had built up an appetite. I took it and scarfed it down while listening to the others make plans for today.

"So, are we just going to stay up here all day? We didn't really bring a whole lot of fun activities." Andre said. His naked body was laying stretched out in the grass and a long straw was tugged between his teeth, in a very rural fashion.

"Not that there is a whole lot to do back at camp." Lars said and put down his book to participate in the conversation. "If anything, I'd like to dip my toes in the ocean. I feel sort of grimy after last night, and I need to cool down before the sun really starts burning. We don't have any real shade up here."

"I'll go back down with you." Matt said. "It's great up here but we can always come back now that we know the way. Plus, all our food is down there, all though we can't have much left."

"Maybe we'll get some more soon. It has been a while since we've heard from anyone." Sebastian said. He sat back on his hands next to me, enjoying the morning sun on his entire body.

"Yea, the consular said he wasn't supposed to talk to us when the two of you arrived. I don't know why. I have a feeling part of this camp is to develop our own little isolated ideas or something."

"Probably some bullshit about us becoming better people and more productive members of society." Lars said, a tad pessimistically.

"You still don't like it here?" Thor asked. "I thought you changed your mind."

"I've been taken pictures, haven't I?" Lars said, giving Thor a jab on the shoulder. "I just miss a few essentials from the real world. Is it even legal to leave us here alone?"

"Beats me." Andre said. "Parents signed the paperwork, so I guess so."

"Does this part of the world even have laws? Are we even technically in a country?" I asked, as the first thing I'd said since I sat down. I immediately flushed when everyone eyed me. Everyone shrugged, and a silence fell on the group.

"In any case, I wanna go down." Lars said and got up. "We also have a letter to open, and I don't think we brought it with us."

"How could you forget it?" Matt said. "The task could be something we need to do up here."

"We had to get on our way in a hurry, this one kept rushing us." Lars said and pointed to Jacobs coiled up body.

"All right I guess we better go." Matt said, and started looking around for his clothes, picking up a set of underwear and tugging his impressive tool away. Andre too started to pick up the clothes that he had been wearing on his way up here, but didn't put it on. Lars was in the middle of putting his skirt-thing back on when Sebastian spoke.

"What about Martin and Jacob, are we just leaving them here?" Sebastian said.

"Sure, why not?" Lars asked. "They can find their own way back down, can't they?"

"No that is a good point." Matt said. "Kind of a dick move to pack up and leave them."

"I'll stay." I said. I didn't know why I was speaking up, but it sounded like a rare opportunity to get some time to myself.

"Don't you want to come down and swim with us?" Sebastian said, sounding a little disappointed.

"Not really." I said. I didn't want to be pressured to take off my shirt again. "Let's just stay here, you and me." I said.

"But I want to go." Sebastian said then lowered his voice. "I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need the latrine soon, and I'm not going up here." I choked down and nodded.

"Well then we'll see each other later." I said.

"Promise me we'll go for a walk together later, then?" Sebastian asked, placing both hands on my shoulders. I smiled looking into his brown eyes and nodded. Several minutes of hastily packing everyone was ready to go. With a sigh I watched the bunch of half bare boys turn the corner and leave the peak. The bliss of loneliness rushed over me like a wave. Being with others was fine, but I couldn't truly recharge before I was alone. Happy to have a little while for myself, I found my drawing block and sat down in the shade of the statue to sketch a little. It was far enough away, that nothing I would do would disturb the sleep of the two others. I closed off the world around me and sunk into my work. The human figure I was drawing out, quickly took form. Sebastian's features quickly toned onto the piece of paper, except it was obviously Gorm the Barbarian I was drawing. He was naked obviously. That's how I always saw Sebastian, I could hardly picture him with any kind of clothes on. I had barely even seen him wear anything. It was weird only knowing a person that way. Instead of the thin lean boy, I gave him a good bit more musculature, taller and such. Various little details were strapped to his body, a belt was added. I also exaggerated his penis quite a bit. An older version I supposed, at least the size of Matt's shaft, but with smaller balls, and Seb's signature long foreskin. Then of cause I added his absurdly large great axe. What would Gorm be without it.

"That's really good." A voice said, very close to me. I'd been so occupied by my work I hadn't seen Jacob come closer or even heard him get out of bed. "Is that Seb?"

"Oh... eh... yea. Sort of." I said. My voice becoming tiny. I always got embarrassed when others saw my drawings. I never hung any of them up, for the same reason. This drawing had not intended to be this... graphic for the lack of a better word. But I supposed I still had Sebastian on my mind.

To my dismay, Jacob sat his naked butt down next to mine, leaned against the statue and looked over my shoulder while I traced a shadow at Gorm's calve.

"Very flattering portrait of him." Jacob continued and bit the top off a fruit he'd brought over and taking a sip from its juices. The sweet scent tickled my nose. "What's the axe for?"

"It's... not. Well it's Gorm, not Seb." I said, regaining control of my voice. I didn't know Jacob very well, and being alone with him made me a little nervous.

"Isn't that what you call Seb?" Jacob asked. Sounding like he was afraid he had misunderstood something.

"Yeah, but that's because Gorm is Sebastian's character. He's... he's a Barbarian."

"Ahh, that makes sense. So it's kinda like an older and more buff version of him?" Jacob said.

"I guess. I mean he could look like that in a few years if he worked out." I said, feeling the awkwardness lessen a bit.

"Oh he could." Jacob said. "Mind if I try something?" He pointed to the pencil in my hand. I hesitated but handed it to him. He looked like I did when I had a good idea, so I rolled with it.

"Do you draw?" I asked, worried he'd ruin the drawing.

"Not as well as you do, but I dabble." He said, and started shadowing a few patches on the figures chest, armpits and pubic area.

"But if this is an older version, he should have some more body hair. Sebastian is still largely smooth now, but older teens have more hair." He said.

"I like it better when he has less hair." I said, a little stumped, but I had to admit that the drawing looked better with the additional hair.

"Didn't know you had a preference regarding boys." Jacob said, his teasing tone of voice returning, and I started to feel my cheeks burn. A minor sting in my eye was making me blink rapidly. My discomfort must have been evident. Because Jacob quickly changed tone.

"Hey - Sorry. That was... I don't mean to make you uncomfortable." He said. He placed an arm around me and put the pencil back in my hand. "I know you've been through a lot. I just have a big mouth."

I sniffled a little but let him comfort me. Jacob wasn't a bad guy, but I'd suddenly gotten a flashback to something a classmate had said not to long ago. Something involving one of the F-words.

"No, it's just me." I said my voice going weak again, we had a few seconds of silence with him just rubbing my shoulder.

"Can I ask you something?" Jacob started carefully. "Do you get bullied a lot? In school I mean." I didn't answer with words, but just nodded. My eyes were still burning but I managed to hold it in.

"That's what I thought. I'm sorry about all of that." Jacob said.

"It's not your fault." I sniffled. "You all treat me so well; I know you don't mean it the way they mean it." Jacob did a little sharp exhale, a little non derogatory laugh.

"No, but I know what it feels like. But for me it's my parents." He said.

"Your parents bully you?" I asked, the concept of parents bullying their children was a foreign thought to me. I mean I knew there was abusive parents out there and Jacob had mentioned something about them not getting along very well but I'd never heard someone call it bullying.

"Yea, you remember what I said about my parents, the day you broke down crying... which we don't blame you for by the way." He quickly added the last sentence. He didn't need to say it, but it was nice to hear. "My parents are super religious, like crapping-on-your-own-cereal-crazy religious."

I couldn't help but snicker at his little quip.

"Not, literally right?" I said, sticking out my tongue at the mental image.

"Would not surprise me." He said, slurping down the rest of the fruit juice, causing a bit to run down his chin. He then scooped out a bit of the flesh and offered it to me. I took it and gulped it down. I'd already eaten breakfast, but I liked that fruit -- whatever it was called.

"Are they really that bad. My family is very religious too, but not like - super crazy." I said.

"Did they tell you to sleep with your hands above your covers?" Jacob asked. I blushed a little, knowing what he meant. But at least I could still look him in the eye.

"My mom... she said that is what good boys do." I confessed. It was still a little embarrassing to talk about.

"Ha, my parents used to have me sleep with a football cup on over my dick and balls, like it was 16-fucking-82." He said and took a big piece of fruit into his mouth.

"You're joking." I said, disbelievingly. He wasn't going to take me for a fool.

"I'm dead serious." He said. "And then they wonder how I'm this depraved. That shit didn't stop until I put my foot down and told them where they could stick that plastic thing. Which was incidentally what I'd used it for."

I raised an eyebrow. He'd lost me a little, but it didn't sound like a part of the story I was ready to hear.

"What do you mean deprived?" I asked.

"Their word." Jacob said. "Let me see. I'm an Atheist, I'm Bisexual and... let's not forget a Nudist." he said counting on his fingers. My eyebrows had disappeared into my hairline. I didn't really know what the first two words meant, but I got the idea.

"Ok... if that had been me going around... like that... at home I would have been send to the pastor for some really harsh counseling."

"That's a weekly thing for me. They even tried doing an exorcism." Jacob said.

"They did what?!" I said in disbelief.

"Uh huh." He said, grinning weirdly. "Don't worry it's not like in the movies where you're strapped to a bed and all. Just a pastor yelling and throwing water while everyone else pray, that was a fun day."

"How come?" I asked.

"Because I played along. It was hilarious to see their faces when I did that." He said. "Look."

He placed his fruit in my lap and got to his feet. Then without missing a beat he looked at me with a twisted expression, his eyes rolling back in his head and his neck craning in a very uncomfortable looking angle. When he spoke, his voice was rasp and screeching at the same time.

"Foolish little Bitches. I am Abraxas. The soul of this boy belongs to me! Your feeble mortal attempts to banish me only make me stronger!" He started riveting and speaking in tongues before falling to the ground and scratching himself all over. I knew it was an act, but he was very convincing. He suddenly stopped and raised his head.

"Now imagine that I'm tearing off all my clothes." He said with a grin.

I couldn't help but laugh. All this was so incredibly silly that and weird that I couldn't help it. Plus, I was jealous of how good Jacob was at acting. Soon Jacob joined me laughing at himself, until Martins voice cut though the plateau.

"What's so funny." He said though a yawn as he walked towards us, rubbing his eye. Butt naked and with a serious case of morning wood flopping heavily when he walked. I flushed a little bit and tried not to look at it. He had the blanket he'd been sleeping with around his shoulders so with his ruffled hair and still very visible tribal markings his appearance reminded me of a young witch doctor. Be it a tired one with a boner. Jacob relaxed from his riving position on the ground and looked up at his tent-mate.

"Just telling Jake about my exorcism." Jacob said, grinning like an idiot.

"You are so full of shit about that story." Martin grinned back and poked the spread-eagle naked boy in the ribs with his foot, causing said boy to roll around trying to get to his feet.

"If I'm full of anything it's your fault." He said. I had no idea what he meant by that, but Martin clearly did.

"You little..." The brown-haired boy busted out but was cut off by Jacob who gave Martin a quick jab on his erect penis, causing Martin to shoot out of his blanket and started chasing the redhead around the plateau. I rolled my eyes grinning at the sight and put away my sketchbook.

It took a few minutes for Martin to catch Jacob on the not overly large plateau, doing which time Martin never managed to get rid of his raging morning stiffie. When they were finally done roughhousing. We opted to collect our things and begin the track down the mountain, if you could call it that.

"...and so, in front of this exorcist-guy and the entire prayer group I pretend to claw at his face, frothing and laughing like a maniac." Jacob said, giving us a play by play of his little stunt. "Then I start ripping off my clothes as best I could. Which is not easy when two people are holding you, but I managed pretty well. I swear to this day they still think I'm possessed, although I keep the demon activity to a minimum."

"I still don't believe you." Martin said. He was leading the way down and was taking a corner in a different direction than we got up here. We'd opted to take a new route down to see where we'd end up. Maybe we'd get to see something new.

"Really? Martin you are the one who knows me the best on this island. You seriously don't think I'd do something like that?" Jacob asked with mock indignation.

"I believe that you stripped naked in a full church." Martin said. "I don't believe your parents are stupid enough to believe you are possessed by a demon that make you do all these 'unchristian' things."

"Hah - I swear to you that they believe it, and even more stupid things than that." Jacob said placing an arm around Martins shoulders.

"If you say so." Martin said and rolled his eyes, clearly not convinced. We had a few moments of silence, with Martins disbelief hanging in the air, and Jacob's refusal to acknowledge it.

"I don't understand how you could possibly get naked in a church." I said. "How do you get the courage to undress like that."

Jacob looked over at me and took his arm off of Martins shoulders, to better talk to me. The path was barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

"Well... for me it's not so embarrassing. I love my body and I never understood why everyone thinks nudity is such a big deal.

"Yea... but having everyone see you..." I said, my voice cracking a little.

"You're bottomless right now." Martin pointed out, but Jacob send him a glare that told him to be quiet.

"I know, but it's with you... it's really hard to explain. Well when you're all naked it's a little reverse. I don't wanna be the only one not doing it." I said.

"I think it's this island, it's..." Martin began again but Jacob stifled him by poking him hard in the ribs.

"So we've heard." Jacob snapped. "Can we just hear Jake out for a minute; so I can answer his question?"

"All right geez..." Martin said, and mumbled something I couldn't hear.

"That's it." I said. "Especially since I got older and... you know... I don't want to be naked. But it's not just that. How do you do all those things. Trick your parents and such, you don't care what others think."

"It's not all true." Jacob said, dragging on his words. "I do care what they think. I've just learned to ignore the feeling and do what I need to do in order to avoid going insane."

"Is it really that bad?" I asked.

"Yea. Don't get me wrong. I love my family to death but they're really as insane as I said. We're talking gated community arsenic in the cool-aid crazy. I've had to be the opposite pole to all that."

"Wow. I wish I had that kind of strength." I said.

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with your strength, Jake." Jacob said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "What you need to gain is some confidence." He looked into my eyes, being half a head taller than me, his head was angled down slightly. "I'm sure I can help you with that if you want, but you're already well on your way by having a friend like Seb, you get me?"

I was just about to answer, but Martin suddenly called on both of us.

"Hey! Are you coming or what?" He called from further down the bend where the path ended and was replaced by lush bamboo.

"No we'll just be a minute." Jacob said. "Just go on ahead we'll catch up."

"What? Why?" Martin called his hand on a boulder.

"I need to talk to Jake for a minute, we won't be long. Just a little guy talk." He said.

Martin seemed to roll his eyes but seemed to comply with Jacob. On the other hand, why wouldn't he.

"Ok, just behave yourself. Don't do anything I wouldn't." He said, and disappeared behind the rock, shaking his head.

"Yea I've seen some of the stuff you'll do, I think I can do better." Jacob mumbled. Sometimes I could have sworn those two were married with all their bickering, if I didn't know any better.

"Guy talk?" I asked, tilting my head.

"You, know. It's like girl talk, but for guys." Jacob said, shrugging and jumped onto a boulder where sat down and signaled that I should sit down as well.

"As I said, the confidence thing is something we can work on. It's not easy but you're already doing great, so I think I know how we can do this." He continued. When I didn't answer but just looked expectantly at him, he continued.

"Here is how we'll do it. I will propose some challenges for you. Don't worry it won't be too bad to start with and nothing that'll get you in trouble. Just little things that will push your boundaries.

"Challenges like what?" I asked, sitting back on my arms. I knew that my penis poked out under the rim of my t-shirt, but it didn't really bother me too much. Already that felt like a confidence booster.

"Don't know yet." He said, with a pondering expression. "A few things come to mind but let's start small. I need to think on that. In the meantime, let's play a little game called truth or dare... but without the dare part." He continued. "The dare part will come later."

"I've heard about that, isn't that for girls?" I asked.

"See now you're thinking like your Christian parents." Jacob said, quickly pointing an accusing finger at me. "There are no such thing as 'for girls' anything is for anyone or for nobody... unless they are too young of cause."

"Oh... ok." I said, blushing.

"It's pretty simple really. I am going to ask you a personal question, and you'll answer truthfully. I will of cause answer the same question to you. Then you get to ask a question to me, seems fair?"

I hesitated but nodded. I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I could play along so far.

"Alright." He said and pondered for a moment. "When did you last jerk off?" He asked. He said it completely neutrally, but my face immediately lit up like Rudolph's nose, and my eyes shot to my feet, complete embarrassment filling me from head to toe.

"Jake...?" Jacob asked tryingly. "You ok?"

"I... I" I stuttered trying to regain my composure. Why was this so hard. Speaking of hard, I felt the blood starting to rush downward, in trot with my beating heard. The swelling felling like a countdown to my doom.

"Hey, it's ok bud." Jacob said, sliding down his boulder and once again placed his hand on my shoulder.

"There is nothing shameful about jerking off. I did it just last night." He said. "All the guys on the island has done it lots of times."

"I know but it's still... it's still embarrassing." I said.

"Only if you make it." Jacob retorted. "I don't need the whole story, just tell me when."

I hesitated for a moment, deciding whether to be truthful or to lie and say it was longer ago. For some reason that felt purer. But I'd promised to tell the truth.

"This morning." I said, my voice tiny. "Before anyone else woke up, I snug off and did it in the cliffs."

A grin broke out on Jacobs face, and he squeezed my shoulder proudly.

"There you go. Not so bad right?" He asked. I allowed myself a tiny smile, and then remembered it was my turn to ask a question.

"Eeh... have you ever had a girlfriend?" I asked. The question was stupid and juvenile I knew that, but it was the best I could come up with. It wasn't quite true; I did have many questions that I was too shy to ask. Jacob didn't seem to think so, because he answered almost immediately.

"I have." He said. "Not for very long of cause, and we never had sex. You know how Christian communities can be. I would have if she'd let me." He sent me another one of his signature grins and gestured for me to answer my own question. I shook my head.

"No of cause not." I said. "I don't think I'm really there yet."

"That's cool." He said. "That's a big step and rushing it is just gonna make it go sour. I'm pretty sure I was close to getting a boyfriend not very long ago, but we decided it wasn't right for us."

Jacob added the last part almost as if it was just an afterthought. A little piece of bonus information that he felt was relevant, but for me this was not something I was prepared to hear.

"B... boyfriend?" I asked, my nervous stuttering returning. "But, didn't you say girlfriend before... you?"

"Didn't I tell you I was bisexual?" Jacob said, tilting his head as if trying to remember if he did or not.

"I don't know what that means." I said, quickly and truthfully. It was actually one of the questions I was too shy to ask.

"Oh... well it's when you are a person who find people of both genders attractive, and can have relationships with either, even though you might prefer one over the other." He said. "Sorry I thought you knew that." My face was absolutely flushed by this information. The concept made pretty good sense to me, but I'd never really thought about it. I scratched my arm uncomfortably, while Jacob changed position on the rock.

"My turn." He said, unfazed by the uncomfortable silence. "Hmm... what to ask. Do you watch porn?"

I shook my head.

"I can't. My parents can see what websites I visit, and they have all my passwords." I said. Jacob looked disappointed so I quickly added. "But I found an old nudie-magazine once."

"Dude, two words: Incognito Mode!" Jacob said, his grin was devious.

"Doesn't work." I said. "My dad uses a program that logs my computer activity."

"Ah, shit." Jacob said. "Well, you can always do what I do. Let them see what you've been watching. I don't use incognito mode anymore, and I'm pretty sure my dad stopped looking anyway." He sent me a smile so devious, that I for a moment thought I actually saw the demon his parents were worried about behind his green eyes.

"No way in heck." I said.

"Never say never." He replied and openly scratched his balls. I noticed that his penis had swollen a little bit. Was he getting hard? "And it's pronounced 'hell'. Your turn."

"Did you ever jerk off with someone else?" I asked. The question blurted out of me; my courage was rising. Jacob was proving very easy to talk to, and far less judgmental than anyone I'd ever met.

"Oh, good one." Jacob said, approvingly. "I have done that quite a few times actually. Friends from school, my brother once or twice, and with Martin from here."

"Martin?" I asked. "You too jerked off together?"

"Yep, more than once." Jacob said. "He and I have sort of a special understanding. I'd tell you about it, but I won't out of respect for Martin."

"What does that mean." I asked.

"I'll ask Martin if he'll be ok with me telling you." Jacob said.

"Doesn't he mind that you like boys too?" I asked.

"Apparently not." Jacob said. "Well you know the rules. Did you ever have a social jerk?"

I flushed. I'd completely forgotten that the question, like Jacob, went both ways.

"I... Ehh... I..." I stammered.

"That isn't a no." Jacob's smirk was unbearable. "Who was it?"

"Seb." I said, my voice tiny. "It was that night when we slept on the beach... he got a stiffie and so we both did it... But there was nothing between us, we just..."

"Don't worry I got it." Jacob said. Holding up his hands. "All boys do it. It's something friends should do with each other. Straight boys do it all the time, trust me I know." My face must have had the color of a tomato and my heart was pumping like crazy, but I was also feeling high on adrenaline.

"Seb has a pretty nice dick to, don't you think?" Jacob continued. "I remember him having a boner when the three of us went out to that little orchard by the painted stone, do you remember that? You know back when we were gathering stuff to make our native costumes and body paint."

"Yea I think so." I remembered all too well that Sebastian had had a boner which he wasn't shy about. After he and I had played with each other's penises in the hot spring, it had been hard for me to keep my eyes off his occasional boners.

"I actually have a question about that afternoon." Jacob said. "Do you remember when we went to the orchard and we didn't know how to carry the fruits back because they're so slippery."

"...yea." I said carefully. "Not exactly sure where he was going with this."

"I suggested we used your t-shirt because you were the only one wearing anything." Jacob continued. "You almost freaked out and we had to go back for another one of your t-shirts. The orange one with the Pokémon on it. Or was that the one you were wearing?" Jacob pondered and looked at me for help. "What was up with that?"

I looked away, having hoped this wouldn't come up in conversation.

"I don't like people seeing me without a shirt." I said. It was true so it wasn't technically against the rules, but it wasn't the whole truth.

"Ok, but why?" Jacob asked. "I mean if you were a girl, maybe I could understand but you're not. Also, you're only wearing a t-shirt right now and your dick and balls are out on display."

"I just don't ok. I know it's weird but it's... it's just how it is." I said. Jacob poised his lips and looked at me, I averted his gaze.

"Well then I think we have our first challenge." I looked up at him sharply, feeling the blood drain from my face. The thought of everyone seeing my messed-up chest was terrifying.

"No... not that. Something else." I stammered. I could feel the sting of tears staring to well up in my eyes, and I fought like crazy to hold it back.

"No, it's perfect." Jacob said. "First step is body confidence. Trust me on this."

"No, please!" I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. My face swelled and warm droplets started rolling down my cheeks, as the world started to swim before my eyes.

"Wow... wow, hey." Jacob said, softly and slid down his rock, a hint of panic in his voice. A second later I felt a pair of arms around my body as he pulled me into a deep hug.

"There is no need for that, just calm down, it'll be all right." He said, trying to keep a steady sooth to his voice.

"I... I can't do that... I can't take off my shirt... I'm... they can't see it." I cried into his shoulder. I'd cried a lot about this but I could never find the words I needed.

"Shhh... why not."

"I can't... it's... I can't." I stammered and cried.

"Shh... hey." Jacob held me out in an arm's length and looked me in the eyes with his own intense green ones. "Hey, listen. I'm not going to make you do anything, It's just a challenge. What is it we're not allowed to see?"

"It's just a... I have something bad." Was the only words I could get out. His face was blurry from my tears, only his eyes were clear.

"Can you just show me then? Just me." When I didn't answer he took a soft grip at the bottom of my t-shirt.

"Just take off your t-shirt for one minute. Just for me. Just for one minute." He looked into my eyes for confirmation and must have found it somewhere. He started pulling up my T-shirt while I mustered my will to not resist. My arms lifted automatically as he pulled the fabric over my head and left me standing completely naked between the boulders. There was silence for what felt a long time as Jacob took in the sight of my naked chest, my whole naked body to be exact. I felt so much more naked now, vulnerable even. The green eyes darted over my skin and back to my face, understanding lighting in them.

"Wow... that looks... painful." He said. Without bothering to ask, he ran a finger over the discolored scar tissue and followed the long surgical scar with his eyes. "What happened."

"I fell... was pushed onto a bonfire." I sniffled tears still streaming my face.

"Yeiks." Jacob said. "I can see why you want to hide that. But dude. There is nothing here you need to be ashamed about." He took me back into his arms and held me close... very close. It was strange. Hugging someone who was naked, while you were naked. The skin contact was so different than through clothes. At least he had lost his boner in the process, and now I could feel his limp fleshy manhood pressed against my pubic bone, while mine was pressed against his lap.

"I know that." I croaked. "But I can't help it, it's so ugly."

"No, it's badass." Jacob said, and held me out in an arm's length again. "Seriously you should be proud of a scar like that."

"Why?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"It's a part of you, a part of what you've been through." His smile was genuine, and it made me feel better. "Doesn't it feel so much better to be fully naked, rather than just pretending to be?"

I nodded, drying my eyes with my hand. The wind between the bounders were such an intense feeling of freedom and forbidden vulnerability that it sent little tickles up my body.

"Listen. I can't promise the others won't notice, but I can promise that they won't make fun of you. Even if they did, I would personally kick their asses, ok?" Jacob said approaching. "Listen, keep your shirt off when we walk back, so you can feel how amazing it is. Then tonight we'll try something. We'll go down for an evening swim, you, me and whoever wants to come. Then you'll casually take off your shirt, and we'll all skinny dip as we always do. It'll be almost dark, and everyone will be focused on the swimming. Then when we're done you can put your shirt back on if you want, all right?"

I felt myself nod; my resistance pretty broken after my cry.

"Before you know it, you won't even understand why you felt ashamed in the first place." I didn't speak but gave him another hug. Then we set off towards the camp me with my t-shirt in hand.

We reached camp a little while later. On our way we passed through the fruit orchard with the monolith like stone with the painting of naked native boys harvesting and preparing fruit. The adrenaline had not left my body, and I was feeling the fluttery tremors that always accompanied anxiety. We both harvested a fruit and drunk the juices from inside, the sweet taste helping to calm mine nerves a little. A good distance from the camp, I pulled the t-shirt over my head, while Jacob waited patiently.

Surprisingly the only people present in the camp when we returned was Martin, whom Jacob had sent ahead when he'd wanted to talk, and Sebastian, both were engaged in a game of cards of some kind. It looked to be pretty fast paced, which I wasn't aware that a card game could be, because they both had hectic facial expressions and was slamming their cards into the table as soon as they saw a legal move.

"What's up faggots." Jacob said, in an overly jovial tone and ran the last few meters towards the canopy post where a soft plastic water container hung in the shade, and turned the spud so the water could run directly down into his mouth, without sucking on the spud.

"Took you long enough." Martin said, his concentration still on the game, so he didn't turn around.

"Well we didn't think there was any rush." Jacob said, after swallowing a big gulp of water and planting his butt on the bench next to Martin. "What are you playing?"

"A very stressful game." Martin said, as he attempted to put down five of clubs on the available four of spades, only to be beaten to the punch by Sebastian's last card which happened to be five of spades. The naked brown boy slammed his hands into the table and raised his arms over his head in victory.

"No fair I got distracted." Martin said, with mock sourness. Sebastian didn't reply but got up from his seat and went around the table to greet me. Unexpectedly, but not unwelcomely he gave me a hug, quite a long one in fact.

"I didn't want to go with the others before you came." Sebastian said. "They've all gone to see if they can find any treasures."

"Treasures?" I asked, confused to as to what he was talking about.

"Yea, as I understood it, someone has been here and given us some fresh food. They've also been hiding some stuff on the island all while we were all up there making a bonfire.

"Oh, so that's todays assignment? Treasure hunting?" I asked, my voice still a little shaky, and Sebastian seemed to pick up on it.

"Are you ok?" he asked, his voice lowering. Jacob and Martin were bickering about their own train of thought but I didn't want them to hear about it, so I just nodded.

"Y-yea I'm fine." I said for a moment he and I locked eyes, his brown eyes boring into min, in a very similar fashion to what way Jacob's had done. Satisfied with my response for now, he led me around the table and we sat down, while Martin scraped the cards back into their box and took the letter from under a rock functioning as a paperweight. He unfolded and read aloud.

Dear Group 6

Now that you have claimed island it is time to make it your own. A few helpful things have been placed around the island in addition to the basic food and water, but from now on if you want anything beyond the food you've been given you are going to have to earn it. Like the natives of the island you now inhabit you won't have much beyond what you can get for yourselves, besides what could be retrieved from other islands. For this reason you must do what the natives did and bring offerings to their deities. On the beach a good walk away from your camp you will find a red flag planted in the sand. Here you must set up an altar devoted to the deities of the island. Take some time to decorate your altar somewhere near the flag. This is where you will place your offerings and thereby receive your boons. Be warned that the gods do not appreciate being disturbed. You are not to approach the alter at night, but leave offerings only doing the day. If you are seen near the altar you will not receive your boon. Likewise, if you alter is not decorated properly, the gods will not grand you their gifts. You have been warned.

Have a great and pleasant day.

Martin looked up from the letter and put it back under the rock, something in his eyes told me he was unsure of our reaction.

"I don't get it?" Jacob said. "What the hell are we supposed to offer, and why?"

"I don't know but it's sounds like they mean it." Martin said. "It's pretty obvious that they're establishing a way we pass things to and from the island, right?"

"I guess, but given the kind of thing we offer from here, I doubt they'll be interested." He sent a weird grin and a wink to Martin who send a stern look and a worried glance my way.

"I guess it's something we're going to have to figure out." Sebastian said. "Maybe they'll give us a hint tomorrow."

"I wonder if that's what they meant by proper spiritual guidance." Jacob said. "If so, oh boy are my parent's going to be disappointed."

"Why?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well the brochure for this camp advertised that it had quote 'proper spiritual guidance for young men and women struggling with impure thoughts.'" Jacob made little quote marks in the air with his fingers. "I don't know about you, but I doubt making offerings to strange island gods is what my parents had in mind."

"How do you know that? We weren't allowed to read the parents-only material." Martin said.

"I know, I snuck a peek anyway. That's why I assumed there'd be others with the same problematic parents I have. When that was only partially true, I wondered a bit." He sent me a side glance.

"In any case we should get going, if we need to find both treasures and an offering site." Sebastian said.

"They're not going anywhere." Jacob said. "I'm starving, we should at least grab some lunch first. I've only had fruit since morning."

With that we started setting up a sparse lunch with some of the new food we'd gotten. Most of it was canned food, that would need to be heated in order to be palatable. But we did find a few different things that could be made into some moderately yummy sandwiches. While we ate, the others discussed the implications of the letter, and what we'd be expected to do. I mostly just kept my mouth shut, unless asked a direct question.

After lunch Jacob and Martin prepared to go down the beach and see where this new altar was to be placed. In their case, prepared meant applying a new coat of sunscreen to each other's naked bodies.

"Don't you won't to go with them?" Sebastian asked, when I didn't make a move to join them. Instead I just stayed lying flat on the bench. The sun was on its highest right now, which meant the heat was almost intolerable.

"I'm not in the mood." I said. My body had finally released the adrenaline and my head was so full of thoughts that I couldn't contain them. "I don't think I'm doing so good." The last part I whispered, so only Seb could hear it.

"Hey are you coming!?" Jacob shouted from the end of the camp, the two of them were waiting for us. Sebastian looked over his shoulder at the two slightly older naked boys, then down at me with a tiny smile.

"I think we're staying!" He shouted back. "Jake and I need a break!" I didn't see their reaction given that I had my arm draped over my eyes to shield them from the searing light. Their replies were but muffled and distant words.

With a creaking of the bench, I felt Sebastian sit his butt down right over my head, careful not to sit on my hair.

"You're not coming down with something are you?" Sebastian asked, placing a comforting hand on my chest, right over my solar plexus. The touch of his hand through the t-shirt sent a fluttering and calming feeling through my body.

"I don't think so." I said. "I'm just... I don't know how to describe it. And it's so hot." I scooted up a little bit.

"We can go cool off in the ocean." Sebastian suggested.

"Not when the others aren't here." I said. "It's dangerous."

"We could just stay in the brim." Sebastian persisted.

"I'd rather just lay here a little." I said. "I could use a nap."

"Then let's take the hammock." Sebastian said, brushing his hand over my chest. I looked up at him though half closed eyes. "There is a cool breeze over there, and we'll both be more comfortable."

I thought about it for a moment. The bench was a little hard and uncomfortable but on the flipside, I didn't want to move more than necessary. The prospect of the soft hammock in the cool breeze laying close to Sebastian won out and I mustered the energy to sit up, my eyes small.

"Jeez you really are tired." Sebastian grinned and helped me up. He had his arm around me when we walked to the hammock and when I crawled in, he held it steady for me.

"What do we do if the others come back?" I asked, a little nervously, and Seb climbed into the hammock with me. The weight and the inclosing fabric meant that we were laying very close to each other. I was on my back, and Seb was on his side with my arm around him. It didn't escape my notice that his penis was pressed right against my lap.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean, won't it be weird if we're laying here, together like this?"

"We've laid here together before." Sebastian pointed out and snuggled closer, releasing a deep sigh of comfort. "It wasn't weird then."

"I know but last time, was before we'd really... you know... and I was wearing clothes then."

"Before we fooled around under the blankets?" Sebastian finished. "The others don't know about that."

"I know but... this isn't innocent anymore." I said. "Everything has been turned upside down."

"I don't understand." Sebastian said, and I sighed deeply.

"I know you don't... It's just I've always been told that boys shouldn't touch themselves, and especially not each other. But now I'm all confused and I don't know what's right.... Then today I got to speak with Jacob."

"Martin did mention the two of you having a talk. He was pretty miffed about it." Seb said. "He didn't say anything bad, did he? You know he can be a little much to deal with."

"He didn't do anything like that." I quickly added. "It was something he said. You know how we both have strict parents, right?"

"Uh huh." Seb was getting into listen mode. He was really good at that, and I loved him for it.

"He told me a lot of things, how what they say isn't true, just because they say it. He talked about how boys playing with their wieners is not a bad thing. How he jerks off all the time and how he'd even done it with others. Did you know he and Martin have jerked off together?"

Sebastian shifted a little his body sliding effortlessly against mine.

"Did... did you tell him that we'd done it?" He asked carefully. I nodded slightly.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I wasn't planning on saying it, but he asked, and I couldn't lie." I said, the adrenaline starting to pump again. I turned so that we were laying face to face, our legs entangled. "Are you mad at me for telling him?" I asked. I was painfully aware that our penises were also touching.

"No." He whispered. "I mean if they've done it, that must mean he can keep it to himself right?"

"I didn't tell him that we touched our wieners together or what you did to mine with your mouth yesterday." My face felt like a forest fire, just talking about it. I could feel how this conversation was having an effect on my penis too. My ball sack was tightening, and I could feel the tension starting to build, even though I tried to fight it. Something that was practically impossible to do when your penis was toughing with another cute boys' penis, almost nude in a hammock.

"I think it's cute that you still call it a wiener sometimes." Sebastian said, he slid his hands up under my t-shirt, caressing my chest. It sent shivers of pleasure down my body and my erection was now an inevitability. I could feel he was getting hard too. There was something magical about power of the other boy's erection.

"But that's exactly one of the points. Why do I keep using this baby-language? I love getting nude and I love when you touch me. It has all been one big lie, why not call it what it is. Not wiener. I can say dick... or cock. I have a big floppy cock!" I rambled. The last part I said loudly. Not shouting but loud enough I was afraid someone had heard it. Sebastian giggled.

"You know what. I could even say swear words. Why not; my parents aren't here, and you know what... fuck them." Saying the f-word made a shiver go down my spine, I halfway expected my mom to explode and my dad to find a belt to punish me. When it didn't happen, I got some more courage and said it again. "Fuck... fuck... shit ass bitch whore!" I said, loudly. Sebastian's auburn eyes were large and full of amusement. "Shitty motherfu..."

Suddenly he pressed his lips to mine stifling my next word. His kiss was deep and long and consisted of a long serious of little re-kisses with him sliding his free arm, the one he wasn't laying on, up the back of my t-shirt and pulled it up. He didn't take it off me, but chest and abdomen were now touching his and we lay in a lover's embrace. Something more powerful and dynamic than anything we'd done before. We weren't playing 'touch wieners' anymore. With my free hands I took two handfuls of Sebastian's butt in my hands and pulled him closer. I hadn't before payed much attention to his butt and suddenly couldn't understand how amazing it was. When the pressure wasn't enough, I broke the kiss and looked him deep into the eyes.

"I want to connect our dicks again, like we did the other night. But this time I want to see it too." I said. I had no idea where this side of me were coming from but now it was opened full force. Sebastian's sly grin told me he was on board more than his actions ever could. The lust was so evident in his eyes that I could have spunked right there.

I looked down as we pulled a little apart, so we had room to work. As if we'd agreed on it, he took a hold on my penis while I took his, and we both drew back each other's foreskins as far as they would go, revealing a pair of moist heads, soaked in our respective pre-ejaculate juices. His, a rich cherry color, while mine was a light purple. As soon as we placed the two dicks together sparks flew in my head and a slight moan escaped me. Then Seb rolled my short foreskin over both heads as fare as it would go, before I rolled Seb's considerably longer foreskin down covering both my skin and glands.

We halted for a few seconds watching our bodies connected by our most intimate parts. Then Sebastian started gyrating his hips watching my reaction carefully. Fireworks started working in my head and my body stared to hum and vibrate with pleasure. We stared into each other eyes, kissing periodically but passionately. Finally, one of us gave way.

Sebastian came first, his body tensing up like a long boy, his face contorting into a mask of pure pleasure and ecstasy. I felt my foreskin being filled with fluids that wasn't mine, and saw it spill out of the rim of his foreskin around my dick. Soon after my own orgasm spilled over and I came sputtering and moaning. With no room for more cum in our foreskin pouch, Sebastian quickly severed the two and I shot my modest load onto his penis, his abdomen and his lap.

It took a while for the two of us to recover from our love making. That is what we'd been doing, I was sure of it. If this wasn't lovemaking, then I knew I'd never achieve it anywhere else in my life.

"I love doing that with you." Sebastian finally said, his voice barely a whisper. "You have such a cute face when you cum."

"Well you make the best noises." I said back. With the fear of the others returning to find us hard and covered in cum, we quickly used the rim of my t-shirt to clean up the worst. There was not much we could do about that which had been absorbed by the fabric of the hammock but Seb assured me it would dry out quickly. We didn't move from the hammock however, instead we just snuggled closer, finally spent.

"There is another thing Jacob made me realize." I said, as we were now laying intertwined with as much skin contact as possible. Penises still touching too. "About what we saw with Andre and Matt do."

"What is that?" Sebastian asked. I opened my eyes and saw his look at me with a mixture of curiosity and worry. "You didn't tell Jacob about that did you?"

"No, of cause not." I whispered. "But I've decided I have to tell Andre about it. I need to."

"Do you? Jake it's not any of our business." he replied.

"I need to tell him what we saw. He needs to know that we know, and I need to tell him that I still love him. Not the same way I love you, but I do. I want him to know that."

"Do you mean that." Seb said. "Do you love me?"

"Yes... I mean. It's complicated. But yes, I do love you." I said, starting to ramble. I hadn't intended to say it.

"I love you too." Sebastian said.

With that we both fell asleep. I didn't know how long we slept but my body was so spent and full of joy and love that there was absolutely nothing that could disturb the piece.

[Tags: Masturbation, Docking.]