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Chapter 20: Lars, June 17th - Noon
The sun was like an absolute hammer today. It was always warm here, even at night, but today was absolutely scorching. Not only that but the weather was so clear, you could see one of the other islands as much more than a silhouette in the distance. It was bigger than ours, by my inexperienced judgement anyway, and had stretches of foliage. Rather than have their highpoint slanted to the side of the island, theirs were in the middle, leaving no doubt that it was a volcanic island. It had also dawned on me, more like it had before that we were actually trapped here, whether we liked it or not. I mean, sure if push came to shove, we could probably call the people responsible for this camp on the emergency radio, but whether we'd actually be allowed to be send home was debatable.
Due to the sun and the general feel of the group I had put on clothes, as well had Matt, Andre and Thor. We were still keeping it casual of cause, but it helped that all of the permanent nudists, that being Martin, Jacob and Sebastian, were back at camp, or on the rocky side or wherever the hell they felt like that wasn't here. I was still wearing the makeshift skirt that went with my native costume. It was unconventional, but not at all girly as I had first feared it would be. I thought of it more like a kilt anyway. Especially not when I was wearing the rest of the costume. More like a movie Indian than anything else. When I was wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt, sandals and a sun hat as I was now, I looked more like an American tourist on the Maldives, with a towel around his waist. Only needed a fanny pack to tie it all together. I wasn't wearing anything underneath my kilt either. There was something freeing and naughty about it. Like at any moment I could fall or there'd be a gust of wind to blow up the fabric and show my private parts to the world.
Thor, my new boyfriend, was walking on my right, his bare feet in the brim of the water the rushed up the white beach sand and soaked his feet. He was in a pair of shorts and a shirt similar to mine, though his was in a light pink that exaggerated his blond and fit nicely over his bulging muscles in all the right places. A pair of ray-ban sunglasses on his eyes and still wearing one of the tribal armbands we'd made. How could that sexy motherfucker be my boyfriend? It was really hard to believe. Here I was looking like the most stereotypical American tourist, and he looked dreamy no matter what he did. I should be holding his hand right now, shouldn't I. Wasn't that something couples did. Neither Matt nor Andre would be surprised. I had told them both about my crush on Thor a while ago, when I'd accidentally caught the two of them kissing one very early morning. We'd even jerked off together, jerked each other off. On the flipside I had not told Thor anything about what Matt and Andre knew, nor did Thor know the two of them were... whatever they were. Likewise, I had not told Matt and Andre the news. It was pretty ridiculous all four people in this group were gay or... gay-ish and still I could not get myself to be open about it. Plus, walking hand it hands it would be awkward with the two of them here. Matt and Andre were having a conversation that I had zoned out of a while ago. Andre whose dark skin was more tolerant of the sun, were in a pair of boxer shorts and one of his signature tank-tops that showed off his muscular upper arms. One of those loose basketball tank-tops that was more like draped over his chest rather than being on him. Matt on the other hand had surprised me a little by having put on his loincloth and a t-shirt. Maybe it was because the loincloth was more revealing that he probably realized. With every step there was a good chance of seeing some side-nut and once in a while even some shaft if you were lucky. He'd told me he liked wearing it, and I was the last person to blame him. It suited him well and the accidental flashing of genitals were only a positive thing in my book.
"I get why they'd want us to have a drop off point for whatever they're going to send our way, and vice versa. But do they really need to drape it in all this cringey island-mysticism?" Matt said.
"Come on matt, just play along for once." Thor said, jumping over a reaching wave only to land in it with both feet, making a splash.
"I am playing along." Matt replied indignantly. "I just don't like to be treated like a kid at a birthday party. Most of the time I wonder if there is something else, we're supposed to do, aren't camps like these meant to teach us something?"
"There is no camp like this one." Andre said as he bowed down picking up a small conical mollusk shell of some kind, turning it between his fingers. "I've come to think of this as more of a vacation than a summer camp, and frankly I like it better this way."
"This isn't a summer camp." I said, I'd finally tuned back into the conversation after dwelling in my own thoughts for a while. "This is a get-rid-of-your-difficult-teenager-for-a-while-camp." I looked at Andre and Matt with a humorous smile. It was true though; I was certain of it.
"Isn't that what all summer camps are for?" Andre asked.
"Good point." I mumbled and kicked a small stone into another incoming wave with the toe of my sandal.
Being the first to round the next cluster of palms and bamboo, Matt spotted the red flag, that was lazily bellowing in the sparse wind blowing a little further down the beach. It was little more than a piece of red cloth tied to an old broom handle, but it was quite obviously our destination. Today's letter had specified that there'd be a red flag somewhere on the beach where we were to set up this 'altar' as they called it. When we got closer it was actually pretty easy to see why this place had been chosen.
The flag was set in a little inlet in the vegetation about 20 or 25 meters from the water at high tide, as it was now. Somewhere approximately in the center, were one of those huge, flat and smooth boulders that this Island seemed to have an abundance of. I remembered walking past this place before but not having really noticed it. Besides the flag and the stone, it wasn't really anything special.
"I guess this is our altar." Andre said and stepped closer to inspect the site. Thor picked up the flag and whirled the stick around like the hero in a kung-fu movie.
"Alright, I guess that part was easy." He said, swinging the flag around. "What now? Did any of you bring the letter?"
"You're the only one of us who have pockets." Andre pointed out.
"The letter said we had to decorate it." I said, having a pretty good memory of the wording. "Although how and why I don't understand."
"If nothing else it's something fun to do." Andre commented. "Sounds like something Jake and Seb would think was fun too."
"Don't get me wrong, it does sound fun. But it all feels odd. Did the islanders used to do this? It smells a lot like they want us to play into their religious and cultural tendencies."
"I wonder if that's what they meant by 'proper spiritual guidance for young men and women.'" Matt said, making quote marks in the air with his fingers.
"I don't remember that being in the orientation." I said.
"My mom said it. She mentioned something about a Christian angle too, I didn't think it was gonna be a big deal, there weren't any crosses on the brochure so I didn't think it would be too much. And I haven't heard anyone mention Jesus once since we left the country."
"But it doesn't say Christian." I pointed out. "It says spiritual. That's very much open for interpretation. Heck, we could be sacrificing goats while wearing black robes right now it would still technically be spiritual."
"It says proper spiritual guidance, though." Matt said. "Island worship can hardly be thought of as proper, can it?"
"Why not? If by 'proper' your inferring Christian or even any other big mainstream religion you're making one hell of an assumption, but that may have been the whole point."
"I don't understand?" Andre said.
"Truth is in the eye of the beholder." I said. "If the person who wrote the pamphlet believes island-worship is the one spiritual truth of the world, then it's not technically wrong." I said, in an attempt to explain what I meant. "But writing it in such vague terms will let the reader substitute whatever they themselves believe, if that belief is mainstream enough." When Both Andre, Matt and Thor still looked confused I tried a different approach.
"Your mother." I said, addressed to Andre. "Believed proper spiritual guidance, meant 'Christian' because it's a somewhat reasonable inference in the US. In other words, she was misled by the author of the pamphlet, who might have meant island-worship, but without actually saying it."
"It's a pretty wild conspiracy theory." Thor said. "It's a summer camp, not religious indoctrination."
"No, not indoctrination, for a change we aren't being fed dogma, they're just subtly showing us the way. Which is actually fine by me. Think about it. All the weird things we've been told to do. Gather materials, paint ourselves, dress in traditional garments and the ritual with the bonfire. Even that place you showed me... you know." I said looking over at Thor and saw his expression, biting his lower lip, glancing at the two others.
"What place?" Matt asked.
"Nothing." I said quickly. "I was thinking of the grove... never mind."
"Are you sure? You sound like the place you meant was some kind of slam dunk for your theory." Matt retorted and crossed his arms. "Are you keeping something from me?"
"Look, it's nothing ok." Thor said. "Just a place Martin showed us, it's not really that interesting."
"If it has significance, I'd like to see it." Matt said, now directed at Thor.
"That's up to Martin." Thor said and lifted his hands in defense. "He's allowed to have a place to himself if he wants."
"Not if it's important." Matt said and placed his hands at the hips. "We agreed to share new information if we found something that could be relevant to our assignments here."
"Then Martin will be the judge of that." Thor said. "You know how he is; he gets weirdly spiritual about this island."
"You can say that again." Andre chimed in. "Isn't that why he and Jacob are naked all the time."
"Him yes, Jacob just likes to be nude. I know for a fact Martin is planning on showing everyone at some point. Do me a favor and just indulge him on this."
"Indulge him? Why am I always the one to indulge him?" Matt said indignantly and once again crossed his arms.
"Because you're older and more mature. That's how it works, that's why you're in charge." Thor said.
"Well I am going to ask him about it then." Matt said. "Let's see how much in charge I actually am, shall we?" He turned to go back towards the camp, but Andre stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I thought we were going to look for treasure." He said.
"For all we know Martin's spot is hiding one of the treasures. It wouldn't surprise me." Matt said back. "You coming?"
"Let me see, look for treasure or watch you get into an argument with a naked teenaged boy? I think I'm going with treasure." I said, grinning. Thor snickered, and so did Andre. Both knew the extra layer to the joke, since both knew I really liked looking at naked teenaged boys, even though none of them knew that the other one also liked that. This story was getting harder and harder to keep straight.
"Right, see you later then." Matt said and started walking back the way we'd come.
"Sorry about that, I screwed up." I said, when both were out of hearing range. "I was putting two and two together and forgot who I was talking to."
"Yea it's not ideal." Thor said, sighing deeply. "But Matt does have a point. As much as he might like that place to be sacred, Martin shouldn't keep it secret, at least now the cat is out of the bag. I just hope Matt is ready for what he finds." I felt Thor's hand slide around my body and caress my back. It took me a little by surprise, but I remembered that he was my boyfriend now. We hadn't had a chance to be alone together since we'd made it official, so we'd kept up acting like normal buddies.
As the two others disappeared around the curb, I placed a hand on his hip, or rather on his butt, just a light touch to reciprocate the gesture, and to feel the desirable muscle underneath the fabric of his shorts. Not long after we'd both turned, and Thor was pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that made my entire body tingle with released hormones.
"Not much of this we get to do, huh?" I said coyly when we finally released the kiss and were just looking into each other's eyes. Ever since we'd agreed to it, I had feared that maybe we weren't ready to be boyfriends.
"We're keeping this to ourselves for the time being, right?" He said. "Last night we were all sleeping in the same place, so we didn't get to be alone."
"We're alone now." I said and received another kiss. We both slid over to the future altar and sat down next to each other, one arm around the other kissing softly. Making out we easier that I had thought it would be.
"How do you think Matt will react to seeing that painting?" I asked, when we took a break.
"Don't know. He's not very sex positive. I don't think Martin can get him to do what he wants him to do. Andre maybe, but not Matt."
"You mean jack off into a mountain?" I asked, still not sold on the idea myself, even if it had been fun at the time.
"Yes that." Thor said.
"I don't know, man. Matt can be pretty fun if you catch him in the right mood. He's not prude he is just shy. I know for a fact that Andre and he has jerked off together." It was a half-truth. I knew they'd been fucking too, but Thor didn't, and he wasn't going to hear it from me.
"How do you know that." Thor said, looking at me with a sly smile. "Don't tell me you've been out taking covert pictures again."
"No, jeez I haven't taken any secret pictures." I said. "I know because I did it with them."
"You what?" Thor asked. "How did you arrange that?"
"It was early, they caught me doing it... we all might have been a little drunk from the day before." I said, as shorthanded as I could. I did want to tell the entire story, but it would involve telling Thor about what the two of them had been doing together. Half truths upon half truths it was.
"Are you mad?" I asked.
"No of cause not." Thor said. "We agreed it was ok to do stuff like that, right. And it must have been before we got together."
"Yea it was. Actually, it was the morning after Andre came to the island." I said.
"Well that all changes things a little." Thor said. "Maybe he can be convinced."
"Not by Martin." I said. "The two of them are a little at odds, maybe we should go make sure they don't get too mad at each other."
"Nope." Thor said. "I want to find those treasures; they are old enough to deal with their own problems."
"I know but it is kinda my fault." I said, feeling guilty that I'd let it slip.
"Do you really think he would have reacted any differently if Martin had told him a week or two from now? Assuming he could keep the secret up for that long."
"No, I guess not. As long at Martin aren't going to be mad at me for spilling the beans." I said. Thor replied by pushing me down onto the stone and kissing me deeply, making me forget everything about every problem I'd ever had in my life.
"Come on sweetie, we better go see if we can find any clues as to where they could have hidden the treasures." Thor said, his mouth less than an inch from mine.
"Sweetie?" I asked, a little amused by the endearment.
"You don't like it?" He asked. "I just figured if we're together...
"I know, but that sounds weird somehow." I said. "Something to work on I guess."
"Screw you I'll call you whatever cute nickname I want, babe." He said softly and kissed me again, this time caressing my belly with his big hand.
"Do you think Matt was right? Could one of the treasures be hidden at the that place?" I asked. We were now both laying down on the altar, Thor's shirt open to display his pegs and a visible bulge in his swim shorts that rivaled mine, except my makeshift kilt was surprisingly better at hiding it.
"It's possible, unless they are there now, I don't think anyone has been there since yesterday. The counselors are sure to know about it." Thor said. "But we can't go check, we'd have to go back through the camp, which means walking right into an argument."
"No, we don't we can cut through the forest." I said. "That way we'd be avoiding the camp."
"Yes, but why bother. If Martin is not already there, he will be going before nightfall. I know him well enough to know that he can't keep from jerking it at least twice a day. Jacob is probably with him, he's even more horny than Martin is, only difference is he doesn't care who sees him do it."
"Maybe they should just fuck and get it over with." I said jokingly. Thor's only response were to stick out his tongue and roll up in a sitting position.
"Come on, let's just have a look around, they can't be that hard to find. We have hardly explored this part of the Island." Thor said, helping me to my feet with one hand.
"You realize there is an actual chance that we could see Matt and/or Andre jerk off into a mountain at that place, right?" I said, as we walked the coastline. We were only a minutes' walk from the place where we'd first taken lewd pictures together and Thor had sucked me off for the first time. Too bad I hadn't brought my camera today.
"I really doubt that." Thor said. "Matt did not look like he was in the mood for that sort of thing. Even if it is possible to get him out of that shell. But Martin is not the right person to do it."
Thor and I took a trip around the island. We didn't wander much into the forest. Going this way around the island you could climb the rocky side of the island, just like on the other side, upward onto the mountain, or you could follow the continuous heap of round boulders close to the waterline around the mountain, provided you were ready to climb over, under and around the huge rocks that was smoothed by the continuous assault of water and wind. Thor and I had gone this way before, when we'd first started to fool around. We chose to follow that way, since it was not unthinkable they would have placed a piece treasure here.
"Wait up." I hollered at Thor who was way in front of me. His much better cardio and stronger body scaled the difficult terrain much easier than mine.
"I'm waiting, I'm waiting." Thor said defensively and just a tad impatiently. He really enjoyed the exercise. "What's the hold-up."
"It's hard to climb in this skirt." I said defensively. A poor excuse for my even poorer cardio.
"Then take it off." Thor said coyly just as I caught up with him by climbing over a particularly difficult rock. "I like you better that way."
"And carry it how, Smartass?" I said, playfully booping his nose.
"Leave it here. Put a rock on it so it doesn't blow away." he said, pushing me against the rock I'd just climbed over, and pressing a kiss to my lips, his hand seeking the knot of the cord keeping my skirt in place.
"Only if you leave your shorts." I said. I slid my hand down in front of his shorts and down over his sparse pubic hair, already feeling the heat coming off the member hidden in there.
"You know what, I just might." He said before initiating another serious of kisses. Meanwhile I took the opportunity to undo the knot in his swim shorts. Which was a lot easier than the knots in the tough plant fiber cord that held my kilt in place. Given that his was tied in a bow, all I had to do was pull the string, hook my thumbs in the rim and pull down. My mouth and face too busy with making out, I felt rather than saw the hard member of my boyfriend appear and promptly press against my body through the fabric of my clothes. After fiddling with the knot for a long time he finally managed to release my makeshift belt and free the fabric, causing the kilt to fall uselessly down around my ankles. Finally, our manhoods were both free brushing and rubbing against each other. My head full of endorphins and my cock full of blood. I squeezed a handful of his butt in each hand as we continued to make out balancing on the rounded stone surface my back pressed against yet another of the large boulders that I'd just been climbing over.
"You want to do this now?" I asked as we stood forehead to forehead. We were already halfway into it. Going any further meant there were no stopping.
"We're alone, aren't we? Is something wrong?" he asked, holding my shoulders caringly out from his body. I noticed our penises were still very much in contact.
"No, but I don't know if... I'm nervous." I said.
"Dude we've done it before." Thor said, his cute confident smile back on his face. His reassuring kiss made me forget what I was going to say or what my point had even been in the first place. I only noticed the world again when Thor broke the kiss and sunk to his knees in front of me. It took me a second to realize what was happening and what he was doing. With my vision blurry from having my eyes closed for a long time in the strong sunlight, and the amount of intoxicating hormones and pheromones in my head, I looked down to see Thor press his entire face into my crotch kissing and licking the ball sack with the shaft pressed across his face. So entirely devoted to loving and worshipping my genitals that I could not help but feeling not just loved, but also admired and lusted after. A feeling I'd never had before in my life. The tickling and prickling electric pulses from the sensitive balls was only icing on the cake compared to that. Passionately I ran a hand through his blond hair as he ran his tongue up along the underside of my cock and nibbled on the tip before pausing, exhaling heavily onto my genitals, tickling all the little hairs. With one hand he cranked my foreskin back from the head and only now licked the glands directly, sending pleasurable tickles up my shaft and into my body, licking off the large amount of fluid that was already leaking form it. From there he proceeded to playfully take the head into his mouth, suckling and licking it while playing with my balls with one hand and running the other up my inner thigh between my legs. A series of moans and short quick exhales escaped my mouth as the pleasure intensified. All the little touches and teasing was much more effective than I would have ever dreamed of. It was only when the tickling fingers traveling up my leg made their way up between my cheeks, that I was snapped out of the trance. I felt my hole instinctually clamp up as soon as his fingers made contact. I gasped in surprise and looked down at my boyfriend. He'd taken my dick out of h
is mouth and was looking up at me with a devious smile but with eyes containing a silent message to trust him. I knew what he was doing of cause. I remembered my conversation with Matt very clearly. He'd advised me to explore this part of my sexuality that morning. According to him the real pleasure was found on the inside. Even so I felt my heart starting to pump faster, not just with excitement, but also with nervousness. Somehow still managing to keep a seductive grin on his face, he took the tip of my dick in his mouth once again and licked his tongue around under the foreskin, while rubbing a finger against my hole, but didn't get far. I instinctively clenched my buttocks around his hand denying him access. Once again, he stopped sucking and looked up at me, for the first time, not sure what to do.
After a few seconds of awkward eye contact Thor finally went with the safe choice and withdrew his hand. I felt his warm moist lips close around my dick once again, this time taking as much as he could into his mouth which was most of it. Relaxing again, I enjoyed his treatment, exhaling sharply and sending sparks though my head. Soon after I felt the buildup of sexual energy reach the point of no return. My body went numb and I felt nothing but Thor's mouth around my cock before feeling every part of my body tingle at once. My sigh of relief was the only warning he got. Just as my orgasm reached its peak, I shot several loads of cum into Thor's mouth. To his credit Thor did a decent job trying to hold it all in his mouth and swallow it, but the sheer amount had him quickly overwhelmed. After his second gulp he took my throbbing member out of his mouth and coughed only to get several more sprays of cum directly in the face, before he managed to direct the last few shots over his shoulder instead, still managing to get a good amount on his shirt.
"Holy..." he sputtered and spat out a bunch on the stone before looking up at me, his face, hair and shirt all spattered in gooey white liquid. "I keep forgetting how much you cum." Despite his condition he grinned and tried to remove some from his cheek with his hand. Still recovering from the blowjob, I could only look at him apologetically.
"Sorry." I said. "I haven't cum since yesterday." I slid down on the stone next to him and kissed him on the temple only to have him playfully smear a bit of my own cum on my nose. This resulted in a playful 'smear cum on the other' fight that culminated in more kissing and petting on the sun heated stone.
"Sorry about that thing with my hand." Thor said, both of us laying half naked on the stone, relaxing after our horseplay. He was using my belly as a pillow on, bracing himself on the sloping surface with one foot against a lower laying stone. Both of us relaxing, me recovering from the blowjob and not really wanting to move. Him casually and unceremoniously jerking off. Bottomless and with his open pink Hawaiian shirt like that, he looked like a dream boy form a dirty magazine. A dream boy that just happened to be my boyfriend. I loved watching his hand slowly and methodically working his perfect and mostly hairless cock.
"Yea... don't be. It wasn't prepared... I didn't know you were gonna do it... I couldn't help it." I said, stating to ramble a little, and feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Why was this so embarrassing. The boy was literally masturbating in my presence after having just sucked my cock, and still this was hard to talk about.
"No, I should have asked. It's just, when you said you wanted to... you know... I assumed it was ok to, take the first step - I guess." Thor said.
"So did I." I said quickly. I didn't want him to think I'd changed my mind. "I just panicked. I couldn't help but squeeze."
"Maybe we should talk about it." Thor said. "I mean, it's a big step and it's not easy right?"
"Not as easy as I thought." I admitted. When Matt had talked about it, he'd sounded like it was easy.
"I just wanna... just to be clear." Thor said, he sounded awkward and nervous.
"When you said you wanted to do it, for real. You meant fucking right?" He asked. I nodded. Even though he was facing the other way he still caught my meaning.
"When you said that." He continued still sounding like he wanted everything on the table as judgement free as possible.
"Did you mean me doing you, or you doing me?" He asked. I knew he was just asking to be sure. But it still felt like there was one right answer and a wrong one.
"Well..." I said, suddenly unsure how to phase it. I knew what I meant when I said it, had an image of it happening right in my head. I'd thought of the conversation I had with Matt and Andre. I'd pictured him plowing my ass like the hunk of a man he was to me. I hadn't actually considered the other possibility other than a passing though, before now.
"I... I don't know. Mostly you doing me... but either. I guess." I said, quickly as non-committedly as I could. "That's what you thought, right?"
"It's what I thought at the time, now I'm not sure." Thor said. "Not after what Jacob told me. It made me realize that I might have jumped to conclusions. I didn't actually know that playing with your butt could feel good, before he told me."
"He really is a horny bastard, isn't he?" I said, stroking my hand over his chin, and down his chest as far as I could reach.
"Say what you will but the guy knows his body. Did you know the prostate felt so good when touched?"
"Yea, I did. I don't usually play with my ass, because it's hard to do." I said. "I wanted to do it with you, because I trust you, but now I don't know if I can."
"Hey, don't beat yourself up. We just tried it once and you were standing in bad position. We are not in a hurry. We'll figure it out."
I leaned down and kissed him, even facing opposite ways his kisses were still magical. I watched him for a while as he finished. His drawn out shuttering breath and his bodily contractions followed by the a few squirts of white cum hitting his chest. While a little bit of fluid was still leaking out of his cock and he was still recovering, I took a scoop of his juices with a finger and ate it. The salty liquid tasting like him in every way.
Not wanting to wear it any more we left our clothes on the rock, under a loose heavy stone so they wouldn't be taken by the wind. Thor was now only wearing his open shirt while I was going naked. This meant I got to enjoy Thor's muscular butt for most of the way, even though we were holding hands for most of the way. He was still faster and more agile than me. The terrain inland had turned to an unscalable cliff face that that stretched tens of meters up to what we could only assume was where the plateau where we'd slept last night. We had to be nearing the part of the island opposite the camp. For this reason, we'd expected to find nothing here, except rocks and seawater. What we didn't expect to find however was a sudden change in the terrain the smooth boulders turned to a more even rock surface, before once again becoming soft white beach sand.
"We can't have circled the island already." I said and looked up the massive wall of rock that reached for the sky behind us.
"No, we definitely haven't." Thor said, laying back his head to follow my gaze. Did anyone think to stand at the edge and look down here last night?"
"Are you crazy. We would have fallen to our death with he winds up there." I said. "Especially after dark, when we wouldn't be able to see anything anyway."
"Too bad, the view would have been phenomenal. You would have been able to take some excellent pictures." Thor said. I moved in next to him and placed my hand on his well-toned butt, squeezing the hard muscle ever so gently. I still felt my heartrate spike ever so slightly, as if the gesture was a bold move, even though it wasn't. The guy in question had just sucked my cock not an hour ago and nobody what here do see it.
"The pictures wouldn't have been excellent because you wouldn't be in them." I said, in an attempt to be coy. Thor giggled and put his arm around me, kissing me on my hair. Walking like that was awkward but comfortable, as we explored this part of the beach. The nooks and crannies of the cliff made it so there were millions of crevices and places to look around or hide secrets. We soon noticed the water that was coming from somewhere in the mountain over the beach and into the sea, creating wedge shaped miniature river delta flowing between the rocks. At first, I'd thought it was just an ingress in the beach where the ocean reached further in, but as we got closer it was obviously not seawater flowing in, but mountain water flowing out. The water was tinged with a white color, thick enough that it made the water unclear. It was like the water was filled with minerals and bubbles, it wasn't an unclear as milk was either and had a brush of other colors to it to when the sun hit it, like a prism. Where the water hit the ocean, it flowed out into it in tendrils above the sea water before the two mixed. This meant the mountain water had to be lighter than then seawater which made sense. The water was misted with thin plumes of steam that rose in spirals from the surface. Not a whole lot of steam though, you could easily miss it if you were standing further away. The water was hot, perhaps even close to boiling.
"That's new." Thor commented as he got as close to the water as the loose sand would let him. He knelt down and lowered his hand hovering it over the surface of the white water, before carefully probing it with a finger.
"Ah that's hot!" He said sharply and withdrew his hand.
"If there was any doubt before it's confirmed now. There is most definitely volcanic activity." I said. On a whim I took his hand and gently blew on his burned finger. When I was done, he brushed the hand over collarbone and onto my shoulder, pulling me into a kiss. A tingling went over my skin from where his soft dick brushed against mine as we stood close together.
"We can't really cross that. We don't even know how deep it is or how strong the current. But with the heat it's impossible. We'd have to go all the way around the other side of the island." Thor said.
"We can't do that either, I think there are more streams further down." I said, I climbed a few of the stones that would allow a less than athletic person to traverse them. I thought I could see another stream further down, where the water was also white. The stream was only a few meters wide, and it was possible I could jump it from here, but I wasn't about to risk it, especially if I could not guarantee that I could come back.
"Maybe if we go in further towards the cliff." Thor suggested. There might be a way we can cross further in. I nodded and took point as we followed the little boiling river upstream.
We didn't get a chance to cross before we got to a point where climbing any further would be impossible. At least without training and specialized equipment. The stream didn't narrow much, per se, but when the ground became rock rather than sand it was possible to get closer to the bank. In addition, each side of the stream had half a meter of shallow water, this meant that the water was cooler. Even though it was still almost unbearably hot, it was possible to step into it, jump to the other side and hustle to the relativity cool stone surface free of the scalding water.
"That's where the water is coming from!" I said eagerly, pointing to a crevice in the wall, where the water was flowing out of the mountain. The crevice was big enough that someone could walk in there, problem was that you'd have to wade through ankle deep water to do so.
Curious I made my way to the entrance and peered around the corner, Thor right behind me, by holding on to my hand and acting as a counterweight I could lean out and look into the cave without touching the water. I expected to see nothing but darkness and was therefore surprised by what I saw. There was light in there, sunlight from what I could judge.
"There is a drawing in there!" I said with astonishment. What I could see was the contours of one of the remarkable pieces of wall art this island had.
"In there? How?" Thor said, pulling me back in. His face had traces of confusion and doubt. Mine was filled with glee and excitement.
"I don't know, but we have to find out how to get in there!" I said vigorously.
"Are you sure of what you saw?" Thor asked.
"Positive. I wonder how we get in there." I said. "I hope we don't have to wade."
I looked around for a few minutes but didn't find anything promising, finally giving up and taking a deep breath.
"I guess there is only the hard way in." I said and looked doubtfully at the milky water. With dread I quickly lowered my bare foot into the scalding liquid and grimaced with pain, then I quickly skipped and jumped forward. It must have looked hilarious for Thor to see the naked chubby boy doing the glowing ember dance into the cave.
"Nggh Arh!" I exclaimed as droplets of hot water hit my bare skin and especially when it splashed on my genitals. A series of splashes and similar outbursts from my boyfriend told me he was right behind me. As soon as I could I leaped out of the water and down on my butt on the soft grass on the other side. I rubbed my sore red feet with my hands to alleviate the pain and breathed heavily, before I noticed the surface I'd landed on. Grass? There shouldn't be grass in a cave or this much light, should there? Thor was down on all fours next to me, wining and heaving.
"That was... WOAH!" He'd seen what had captured my attention.
The place was magnificent. The grotto had one face open, only blocked off at the lowest 5 meters, which had smooth rock walls, and the water entrance as the only way in that I could see. This created a room roughly twenty by twenty meters which was not completely open to the elements but allowed enough light in so that plans could grow - and grow it did. Not only was there grass, but stalks of bamboo and small palms. Even clusters of those weird fruits that grew on the island. Flat rocks in all shapes and sizes were scattered around the place, all covered in soft grass on top. But what had caught my eye was the many drawings. Along the walls, boys were painted, all with the brownish skin of the natives we'd seen depicted earlier, and all nude with tribal markings and with different kinds of bodily decorations. In one spot three boys were playing with a ball of unknown fabricate. One was soaring high over the others in a leap that only someone with his athletic aptitude could pull off, his long hair flowing behind him and his freely flopping penis drawn incredibly realistically. Further away two more boys older than the first three were watching the game, each drinking from a fruit which had been opened at the top. Both were holding them in a manner that their nails were digging into the skin to prevent he fruit from slipping out of their grasp. A blush fell over my face as I saw both boys each having a raging hard on, yet one was clearly talking as if they were just having a casual conversation. Others again were hanging out, massaging each other, even washing each other in the stream despite the hot water. The most intriguing picture was one of two boys whisked away in a corner, in the middle of a deep kiss. Even though that picture in particular, told us a lot more about this place that we'd ever dream of, we didn't linger at it too much.
The most imposing picture in the scenery was the one in center on the back wall. The only adult figure in here was a man. Probably only in his early twenties but older than anyone else here. He was painted in full frontal and opposed to the others he seemed the only one looking directly at the viewer. His skin was light and his hair blond, as opposed to the dark hair the islanders normally had. His body was decorated like theirs, his spotted like a deer down the side of his body, his hips and his thighs. He was lean but still muscular and he was painted in such a way that his feet didn't touch the ground except his right foot, which only grazed it with a toe. Even more mysterious was the set of impressive brown antlers that crowned his forehead, his green eyes that stared directly into my soul. His expression was gentle and welcoming but dominating. There was no question he wanted us here, and wanted us to be comfortable in his presence, but would require us to show respect in return. My gaze wondered automatically to his manhood. He had little and very blond pubic hair, and his cock was massive hanging halfway to his knees, in turn his balls were heavy, and no doubt filled with his seed. It was limb, but had a hint of swollenness, as if he could go hard at any moment. His virility was unquestionable, but in control. My own dick, which was swollen already from the numerous sensually painted boys, hardened almost instantly as I studied the man. His raw sexual demeanor was enough. I felt that, even had I been straight, his presence alone would be enough. From the looks of it, the man had the same influence on Thor, who stared almost unblinkingly at the man. With him, bathed in the divine glow, stood a boy at about Sebastian's age, the man's right hand resting on his hair gently. The boy had no markings on his body and wore no decorations, but was just there, naked next to the god. I was sure this was a depiction of a god. The boy's hand was placed on the man's hip and he stared up at him with open admiration.
"What the hell is this place." Thor whispered. It was almost like he was afraid to talk out loud.
"I don't know." I whispered back. "But we need to find Martin. He needs to see this."
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