Island

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Once again time for the next chapter. Unfortunetly, this is the last of the prewritten chapters as we are now caught up with what I have already written. This means that the release of new chapters will slow down significantly from this point on, but they will continue to be released as I write them, whenever I have the time, inspiration and lebido to do so. I do have another story that I am planning to release as soon as I can think of a good enough title. It's quite different but I hope you will give it a look when it's out. Enjoy

Disclaimer: This story is free fantasy, nothing in it ever happened and all characters are made up and do not resemble any real person, living or dead.

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... also no social distancing.

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Chapter 24: Jacob - June 18th, Afternoon

Thor and Lars had already awoken when I stirred, not in small part due to their talking, despite them keeping their voices as soft. I noticed the sun had shifted its position and the insects have changed their tune. Plus, I was starving since none of us had eaten any lunch. I sat up and took a look around. Nothing had changed except the things I had already noticed. Still, we must have slept for quite a while.

My right foot was slightly sunburned since it had been sticking out from the shadow, I had slept in for who knows how long. On top of that my ass was sore from riding Martin too hard, and the strain of sitting up send a jolt of pain through it. But who was I to complain about getting laid, especially with a cute boy like Martin?

The boy in question was still on his back next to where I had been laying and was scrambling to drag me back down next to him, but I was in no mood to keep slumbering. It was already very unlikely I'd be able to sleep tonight, if we had managed to sleep as long as I thought we had.

"What time is it?" I yawned and flicked Martin on the nipple, so he yelped and sat up quickly.

"Ten minutes to bare-arm" Thor replied and pointed to his wrist which was just as naked as the rest of him.

"Ten minutes to what?" I asked, having no clue what the big guy was talking about.

"Sorry, that expression doesn't translate well." Thor said. "It means I have no idea what time it is, but you know that, coz none of us are wearing a watch. Does it matter?"

"My stomach tells me it's food time." Lars chimed in, to which my own stomach audibly concurred. "And it's not dark yet, which means... fuck all."

"It's four thirty." Martin said, from his still horizontal position, his eyes were still half closed and his arm shielding his nipples from further attack.

"How do you know?" Thor asked.

"The sun is there, so it must be around that time."

"Smart ass." I said and slapped him playfully on the lap, which made him yelp once again, and finally prop himself up on his elbows. "I'm gonna go back to get some late lunch, you coming?"

"I don't wanna go." Martin said. "It's nice and quiet here, can't we stay?"

"I'm hungry." I repeated.

"Just eat some fruit." Martin said. "I don't want to go back to Matts sour face. He's going to be mad that we went without him, for sure."

"We need real food, and he won't be any less mad at you later." Thor pointed out as he was pulling his boyfriend to his feet."

"I'd rather stay." Martin said. "I could use some alone time anyway."

"How can you need a wank already, you just fucked me in the ass a few hours ago." I said. "If you need to squeeze out the last drops, just get it over with and come with us."

"As you said, that was several hours ago." Martin said, smirking. "But it's not that. I just like it here. And besides this is a sacred place, you don't jerk off here. You know some of us like to be alone with our thoughts for other reason than masturbation, right?"

"You don't jerk off here, but you can gay fuck somebody in the ass?" Lars asked incredulously.

"Yea, something like that." Martin said. "Got a problem with that?"

"Yes, it's loony." Lars retorted. "And something you just made up."

"I don't expect you to understand, just roll with it." Martin said, as he reached for a fruit from a bush nearby and bit the top off it.

"Whatever - have fun making a new religion. Jacob you coming?" He asked and looked to me. Thor's arm draped over his shoulder. I nodded and winked at Martin before following the two out through the scalding water, that was no more pleasant to cross the second time. Especially not with a sunburned foot.

"Does Martin seem alright to you?" Lars asked a minute later after I had stuck my feet in the ocean to cool my sore feet back down. Meanwhile he was taking the opportunity to put his skirt back on, mostly so he didn't have to carry it.

"He's always been weird, that's one of the things I like about him." I answered.

"But you hate rules." He retorted. "He just told you there is a place you can't jerk off."

"Not quite." I said. "He said, there is a place he'd rather not have us jerk off, there is a difference. There are a million places on this island I could jerk off that won't make difference. Not to mention the fact that he offered a better alternative by sucking my dick, so I wouldn't have to jerk off."

"What if it's a symptom of some sort of cabin fever?" Lars suggested, as I got to my now cool feet and we started making the trip back. "Developing strange spiritual beliefs like that can't be good news."

"Despite this Island and the company being amazing. It can get pretty boring out here." I said. "I don't blame him for being a little bored. I mean Jake and Sebastian are playing wizard and warrior on a regular basis, they have long backstories and everything, so why can't Martin play priest?"

"Barbarian." Lars said in a correcting tone.

"What?"

"Sebastian is playing barbarian, not warrior." Lars clarified.

"What is the difference?" Thor asked.

"It's not important." Lars said, rolling his eyes. "But anyway, it's way different from what they are doing, I don't think Martin is playing pretend."

"Lars, I know what religious zealots look like. I grew up in that shit." I said, maybe a little more harshly than I had intended. Martin is not starting an Island sex cult he is just interested in the natives, and maybe he's making a few too many assumptions, but that's all it is. And even if he wants to try out some naughty rituals, so what. For a guy who says he hasn't had sex before he came to the island, she sure knows how to handle a cock." The reddening on Lars' face told me I had won the argument, but that didn't mean Lars was done worrying.

"I will admit it was hot, when you..." He made a waving gesture to stand in for his last word.

"Humped like rabbits on Ritalin? Yea." I finished his sentence with a grin. I walked up between them and put an arm around each of their waists, cupping a hand full of soft ass on each of them. Lars through his towel, Thor directly on skin.

"I can't wait to see the two of you in action." I purred into Lars' ear. He squirmed a bit under my arm, either form embarrassment or from my breath in his ear but a very district lump was visible in his skirt.

"Hey, that's my boyfriend you're talking to." Thor said with mock indignation. "You want him, you gotta go through me."

"With pleasure." I said seductively and gave Thor a wet lick on the cheek that ended in his ear.

"Motherfu... eew!" Thor said and wiped vigorously at his ear with the short shorts in his hand, before running after me over the boulders towards the beach. I had already gotten a good head start so it took him a while to catch me.

"Guys stop running, I can't keep up." Lars said, out of breath, after only a few seconds of running. Soon after reaching the sandy beach I too lost my air, gave up and let him catch me. His revenge consisted of an equally wet lick across my face.

"What are you guys dogs now?" Lars said after catching up, holding his side and heaving. While I was wiping spittle off my face "Maybe Martin isn't the only once with Island fever."

Thor and I just looked at each other, before equally wide grins started appearing on my face. Sensing what was about to happen Lars took a step back.

"No... guys seriously..."

"Ruff!" Thor barked, looking playfully at Lars, whose eyes beamed with impending doom.

Both of is howling and barking like dogs, we both jumped Lars and started licking him in the face too. More than once our tongues touched, but nobody minded.

"No... seriously guys... eeew!" Lars shouted until we finally relented and rolled over in the sand.

"You guys are disgusting." Lars said wiping at his face with his towel, thereby lifting it revealing his very ridged boner. One that I had been feeling very distinctly when we were playing.

"And I have got sand in my mouth." Thor said, spitting and sputtering to try and get it out.

"Serves you right." Lars snickered and sat up. Only to be met by a deep kiss from his boyfriend. I just watched as the two of them kissed, the amount of affection between them evident.

"Great... now I have sand in my mouth." Lars said somberly before we made the rest of the way back to camp.

"Ok I get it." I said, after Lars' long-winded explanation of why a fighter was different than a barbarian. "One gets angry and beats the shit out of the enemy, while the other... just beats the shit out of the enemy, but and doesn't fight half naked for no reason." The discussion of what kind of game Jake and Sebastian was playing had come up again, while Thor was cooking rice and cured meat over the gas burner. None of us had bothered with the bonfire which had gone out, since nobody had tended to it all day. We'd probably relight it tonight, if it got cold, but for now the spot was cold and black.

Strangely enough nobody had been in the camp since we left it. The paper with the assignment was still propped under the same cup, and nothing was obviously changed.

"Where are those two anyways. Are they with Matt and Andre, somewhere?" I said.

"They'll probably be back when it gets' dark." Thor said. Still naked, he had spread out a towel in the sand and was enjoying the less intense rays of the sinking sun. We had piled up the dishes in one end of the table, where Lars and I each sad on either bench.

"The two of them are the ones who explore the most." I said. "Maybe they know something that we don't about those things we have to find."

"I doubt it." Lars said. "They would have said something."

"I'll ask Jake if there is." I said. "I'm sure he'll tell me if they know something."

"Why?" Thor asked.

"He and I have a lot in common." I said casually, and lifted the kettle off of the gas, since it had started to whistle. For some reason I really wanted tea, so I had started heating some water a little while ago. "I've been helping him a little with his self-esteem."

"You would be the right person for the job." Lars commented. "What's your method?"

"Thanks." I said. "I pose him a challenge every once in a while. So far it has only been one, but he did it. But don't tell him I told you."

"Challenges? Like what?"

"I really shouldn't say, but if you promise not to throw it in his face. He doesn't like being shirtless, have you noticed?"

"Yes." Thor said.

"No." Lars said.

"Think about it." I said conspiratorially. "He always wears a t-shirt, but it didn't take him long to drop the underpants and walk around with his cute little dick swinging, like the rest of us."

Lars snickered a bit and scratched himself on the chin.

"Alright that does ring a bell, so you just challenged him to take his shirt off?" Lars said.

"With baby steps." I said. "At first it was just for a short while, after dark while a few people were out skinny dipping. Next comes broad daylight, and next comes for a full day. It's really simple. And for every challenge l give him, he gets to pose a challenge to me."

"Like what?"

"I don't know yet." I said. "I am looking forward to finding out."

"I am looking forward to seeing what he makes you do." Lars said. "I'm in."

"You're in?" I raised an eyebrow, and even Thor lifted his head to follow the conversation fully.

"Yea. I'm in. I want a challenge. And in return, I get to challenge you."

"I take it you have something in mind." I said, coyly.

"More or less." Lars said, equally coyly. "You'd get to challenge first, of cause."

"Fine. Then how about this?" I said. I already knew what I was going to make him do. "At some point when everyone on the Island is gathered in one place. You have to kiss Thor when everyone can see it." I said.

"Oh, come on, really?" Lars said. "What happened to, starting easy."

"Yes, really. You aren't Jake, you don't need the same floral gloves, what you need is a push. I am pushing you." I smirked and then added. "And by the way, Thor can't be the instigator of that kiss. It has to be you, otherwise you lose."

"Why am I a part of this?" Thor asked.

"For you it isn't a challenge, you said you didn't mind telling everyone that you're in a gay relationship with Lars here."

"I said I didn't mind them knowing, but just randomly kissing like that." He said.

"Fine." My voice became exasperated. "You can pose me a challenge too after worth if you like, but this is my challenge. Take it or leave it."

"How long do I have?" Lars asked immediately.

"No time limit, but the sooner you do it, the sooner you get to challenge me." I said. "Sound fair?"

"I guess." Lars said, sounding like he just got more than he bargained for.

"When do you think Martin is planning on coming back?" Thor asked. "looking at the sun we have about an hour and a half of light left." To be certain Thor held his fingers up toward the horizon measure the time till sundown. "It's dangerous to go back over those stones in the dark."

"I am pretty sure Martin knows that." I said. "He'll be back when he's done with his alone time.

The discussion was cut short by distant voices, followed by Sebastian who hand in hand with Jake came jogging into the camp from one of the forest paths that lead away towards the mountain. Jake was wearing nothing but a damp looking blue t-shirt that only covered the top of his penis, but not the tip or the balls. Sebastian on the other hand was as naked as he had been since our first day here. Like me he hadn't worn as much as a sunhat since Andre and Jake came to the island.

"Hey guys!" Sebastian shouted, just before Andre and Matt appeared, to my surprise both were stark naked. My eyes immediately sought Matt's crotch. It was like seeing a deer in the forest. It was so rare that it only made the experience so much more precious.

"Heeey, guys. Where've you been all day?" Thor asked from his position in the sand, a hand sheltering his eyes from the last rays of sun heating his naked body.

"Just out for a hike." Matt said, the tone of his voice made me look up at his face. Because I had been looking at the huge limp cock between his legs, I hadn't noticed the uncharacteristically mellow expression on his face, which was more than reflected in his voice.

"It's a pretty long hike." I pointed out. "We couldn't find you when we went to the shrine."

"Meh, we'll see it tomorrow." Andre said. "Where is Martin?"

"Still out, he should be back soon. Still wondering if we should go look for him." Lars said.

"Let him do whatever he wants. He'll come home when he gets hungry." Matt said, still sounding like he had had the most relaxing spa day in his life. "I'm going to bed."

"Already? Don't you want dinner?" Andre asked incredulously. Matt turned back to him.

"Nope, not hungry." He said. "I call the hammock tonight." Then he waved weakly and strutted over to the hammock that he vaulted into, nude as he was.

"Is Matt ok?" I asked.

"Yea, he's fine." Andre said. "Let's make dinner."

Andre started filling the pot with pasta and started cooking, while I tried to get the bonfire going again. With the dwindling light, the temperature was dropping a bit. Only Andre, Jake and Seb ate, as the rest of us had a late lunch.

"...So Jake and I found these hot springs the other day." Sebastian recounted. "I know we should have said something, but we just kinda forgot to mention it.

"How do you forget something like that." Thor said with wide eyes. "Hot springs in the mountain does make sense. Back on the other side where we were, hot water flows out into the sea too. And I mean really hot water.

"Like boiling?" Andre asked.

"Not quite but close." Thor said. "It's only when it gets really shallow you can touch it."

"Is it white too?" Jake asked.

"Kinda." Lars said. "It has a bunch of minerals in it but it's not entirely unclear."

"Huh, that's odd." Jake said. "The water in the hot springs up there, is totally white, like milk. You can't even see through it."

Sebastian was just about to add something when I almost tipped over my teacup at this.

"Wait? You're saying the water is milky?" I asked.

"Kinda yea." Jake said, confused. I didn't hesitate but scrambled around on the now overfilled table. There, under a mug where we had left it this morning was the letter from today. Something had struck me

"Here!" I said hectically. "Read this." Jake took the paper anxiously and started to read, with Andre and Seb looking over his shoulder. Both Lars and I waited tensely, leaning in over the table waiting for them to confirm what I had suspected.

"The blessed in the pools of milk." Sebastian said, pointing to the paper. "You think it means the hot spring, Sylvis?"

"I don't know." Jake said. "I mean there is only one pool, and it's not milk in there, it's water."

"Pools of Milk could just refer to how it looks, you said they looked like milk right?" Lars said

"Kinda." Jake said, unsure. "But I don't know what it means. What is 'the blessed?'"

"No clue." I said.

"It also says pools, as in plural." Andre said. "Does that mean there are more?"

"That would be amazing." Sebastian said. "We have got to go and find out."

"Not now." Andre said. "We just came from there, and it's getting dark."

"Tomorrow then." Lars said eagerly. "I need to see this place."

"Maybe we can find more treasure." I chimed in, having not forgotten the large pack of goodies which had included the inflatable toy boat. What other kind of luxuries could we find if we were vigilant enough.

"Only if we solve the puzzle." Thor said. "I don't think we'll just run into it."

"That or we find something we have to put on the 'sacrificial rock'" Lars said. "Which we, by the way, haven't made ready yet."

"I guess we have work to do." I said. "I wonder where Martin is, he was all thrilled about getting to decorate that stone, but now he seems more interested in the place you found."

"I really want to see it." Sebastian said.

"You could have come with us." Thor said. "We were going to bring Matt too, but you all disappeared to go have a spa day." Jake and Sebastian looked a little sheepish at this, but it was nothing compared to the dodgy expression on Andre's face.

"Matt really needed it." Sebastian said. "I was starting to think he and Martin was never gonna be friends again."

"They'll be fine." Andre said. He stood up behind Sebastian and placed a hand on either shoulder. "Anyone wanna play some beach soccer while we still have the light?"

"Sure." Thor said eagerly and drank the last of the fruit juice in his cup. I too finished mine quickly and agreed, along with Sebastian and Jake.

"Nah, I'll just watch you guys." Lars said.

"Come on don't you wanna play too?" Thor asked indignantly. "It's fun."

"I am tired." Lars wined. "And I suck at it I'll just come watch. Better yet I will do the dishes and then come watch."

Nobody but Thor seemed to have anything against Lars volunteering to do the dishes, so we all dashed the short distance to the beach, leaving Matt to slumber in the hammock and Lars to collect all the dishes in the washbowl.

A few minutes later we were playing soccer in the sand at the relatively flat beach. The white sand still retained some of the days heat making it just barely cold enough to stand in without moving. Playing in the sand meant you had to use more muscle to run forward giving the muscular Thor an advantage. Likewise, the tiny Jake, who was the only one wearing a t-shirt, had an advantage since his light body and small feet didn't stir up as much sand when he ran. We had made a goal between two towels, with Andre as the keeper. I had teamed up with Jake while Sebastian was with Thor, and we were already getting our asses handed to us. I was normally not a bad player but the sheer amount of boy dicks that flew around me, flopping every which way was distracting. So, distracting that I was playing with an annoying but not particularly aggressive boner for most of the game plus my ass still felt like Martin was still inside me every time I moved. Not that anyone seemed to care about boners anymore. Lars returned fifteen minutes into the game, having finished the dishes, and his camera fastened to a tripod he had slung over his shoulder. I only noticed because Jake squealed and pulled his t-shirt down over his cock, keeping a tight grasp around his crotch and stared incredulously at Lars.

"Don't take pictures when we're not wearing clothes!" He squealed.

Lars looked back at Jake, with a shimmer of confusion on his face, as if he wasn't sure what was happening.

"Yea, I think you should be careful with that. I am not sure I want that either." Andre said, though he didn't cover his dick the way Jake did. Even Sebastian seemed a little apprehensive at the thought, even though he never wore clothes.

"Oh!" Lars said as if he only now realized the problem. "Oh jeez I am sorry. I completely forgot." He pressed a button on the camera.

"You forgot?" Jake said.

"Yea. It's... I am sorry." He said.

"Just delete the pictures!" Jake said. "I don't want anyone back home to see."

"Hey don't worry." He said. "I wouldn't show anyone naked pictures of you. And I didn't take any pictures. I was actually filming."

"Filming?" I asked. "Going for some 'quality' material." I said with a gleam in my eye at him. I still had a boner, which had only gotten bigger at the thought of being filmed. I didn't mind at all, if he filmed me naked with a boner. He could put it on YouTube for all I cared, although it would probably be banned very quickly.

"Yea." He said. "It seemed like a better idea when you were playing. But I'll delete it I promise."

I smirked but said nothing. Knowing Lars, he wouldn't delete shit.

It was almost an hour later before Martin showed up. Walking along the beach as naked as he always was, with a tired facial expressing. His cute limp dick, that had been all up inside me several hours ago, swayed back and forth between his thighs as he made his way towards us. By then we had almost completely lost the light and were just about to give up on the soccer game.

"There you are." I said, shooting the last ball at Andre's goal and turning to my newly arrived fuck buddy.

"Took a hike the other way to see if I could get any further." Martin said and plumped down into the sand next to Lars. "Turns out you can't, not without swimming."

"Good to know." I said. "Anything else?"

"No that's pretty much it." he said. "I went back and spend some more alone time at the grove. There is the most amazing light when the sun starts to set over it. I wanted to keep watching but I needed the light to get back. The God almost looks like he is alive due to the effect made by the water."

"What God?" Sebastian asked.

"This amazing painting." Lars said. "I have pictures."

"I'd rather you saw it yourself." Martin said. "I won't stop you of cause, but this is truly a masterwork. I am going back tomorrow, maybe I'll spend the night."

"He's right." Lars said reluctantly. "The pictures I took don't do it justice."

"Well now I am even more curious." Sebastian said.

"Tomorrow, I promise." Martin said. "We'll bring Matt too, if he wants."

"But we can't." Jake said, mainly towards Seb. "We have to show Jacob, Lars, and Thor the hot springs tomorrow." He and Seb exchanged glances. I wasn't quite sure I understood what the problem was but everyone's train of thought was cut short by Martin.

"Wait... what hot springs?" He asked.

"It's like the hot streams we found at the entrance." Thor said, before the two youngest could sort out which one was going to talk without the other one talking over them. "Apparently there are more in the mountains."

"It's the most amazing place." Jake chimed in.

"After what I have seen today, I will judge that for myself. But I will believe anything could be on this island." Martin said.

"You aren't thinking of going now are you?" I asked.

"Hell no, I am too tired." Martin said. "Been walking around all day. I think I'll take a quick dip and turn in, anyone with me?"

"Nah, I don't feel like it. Already dipped when I washed up." Lars said. "I think I will turn in too." He got up and turned to leave with a wave goodnight.

"Wait, where were you planning on sleeping?" Thor asked.

"Uh - In our tent." Lars said, as if he hadn't really thought about it.

"You don't want to sleep outside tonight?" Thor asked. I noticed Lars' nervous glance towards Jake and Seb and Andre who were all sitting in the sand. I figured they didn't want to seem too suspicious, so I bit back the crude joke I was just about to make. Especially since, if I blew their cover, it would prevent Lars from completing my challenge. Plus, he would hate me for outing him, even if it was the most accepting crowd I had ever met.

"I don't want to sleep in the sand, it gets everywhere." Lars said. "I wish we had more hammocks."

"We'll think of something." Thor said. "I think I'll turn in too, goodnight you guys."

"You aren't coming?" Sebastian asked.

"Nah, I am tired too." He said, the two of them turned back towards camp leaving the rest of us to stare at their bare butts as they walked up the beach.

The rest of us threw ourselves into the calm water. At this point the water was warmer than the air, so cold wasn't an issue. The moon was appearing too, and it looked to be a cloudless night, so even though it wasn't full the moonlight bathed us as much as the water. To my continuous amazement the paint that had otherwise faded on our skin was apparently still reflective in the moonlight, so every one's naked bodies were glowing softly in the water making everyone easy to spot. Everyone except for Jake who was still wearing his t-shirt, and not nearly as powerfully as the day after we put it on. I didn't pester him about it, he had gotten far already. However, I did grab him from behind, as we were roughhousing, and dragged him backwards into the water which soaked it. As an added benefit, I got to feel his smooth ass press against my limp dick as we fell. It was innocent enough since it was impossible not to touch a dick every once in a while, when you were horsing around in the nude, but when I came back up my cock sure as hell wasn't limp anymore. Not that anyone cared. I got to feel Andre's massive log too when he tackled me from the front. It was right after I had dipped Jake, probably a noble idea about helping out his younger friend. In a heavenly second my balls and the underside of my hard cock was pressed squarely into Andre's soft member, sending little horny sparks to my brain, and probably even a little squirt of precum out of my dick. After that Andre didn't touch me again, and didn't meet my eyes, but I didn't care. One way or the other I was going to touch that beautiful black cock again one of these days. With Martin I was a lot less subtle given that he had fucked me in the ass earlier today, even though I still had to keep a low profile for the others sake. I more than once covertly grabbed and fiddled with his cock under the water, often discovering it in various degrees of hardness. One time I attacked him in a similar way to what I had done to Jake, with the exception that I was now rock hard under the water. I felt how my cock made it up between his plump ass cheeks and made brief contact with his hole there. Ironically enough it clamped shut the second I made contact, and I mercifully let him go. It made me wonder whether he would be willing to change position and let me take him. I was very curious to know what that felt like. A few minutes later, a painfully erect Martin took his leave and wondered back to camp to get some shut eye. Jake and I was wrestled out and way laying in the brim watching Sebastian and Andre continue to play.

"You still wearing that T-shirt." I said casually. I wasn't going to let him completely off the hook

"Yea." Jake said, without commenting any further.

"It got all wet." I pressed.

"Only because you dipped me." Jake yawned and looked reproachfully at me.

"True. But I had hoped you'd feel better about yourself." I said. "You know you don't have to wear it."

"I know." Jake said, a little less self-confident than before. "I mostly just forgot, but there is also another thing."

I nodded and encouraged him to continue.

"Well... if I take it off and is naked all the time. It won't be special anymore." He said. "I mean I won't be able to enjoy it as much."

I had to admit this was an angle I hadn't thought about. I had been naked for so long now, that I didn't even notice anymore. I remembered the first day when I had gotten a kick out of stripping naked right in front of everyone else. Felt the surge of freedom. Now it was just normal, and I did kind of miss that.

"I like that it is normal." I said. "Naked bodies should be normal."

"I get it." Jake said. "I can take it off now if you want. It's just you, me, and those two after all."

"Awesome." I grinned and moved in behind him, sitting on my knees. "Let me help, it's hard to get it off when you are all wet."

Obediently he lifted his arms and let me roll the wet t-shirt up over his head, followed by me throwing it up onto the beach.

"Thanks." He said, as I sat back on my butt in the wet sand behind him. "It was actually getting a little cold with a wet t-shirt." Unexpectantly he leaned into me as we sat there watching the other two, who were only splashing occasionally now, but still swimming around laughing and talking inaudibly. I spread my legs out on either side of him so he could sit up against me as we enjoyed the evening and the water.

"Is this ok?" I asked, placing my arms around him. I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

"Yea, this is nice." He said back, speaking softly. There was a certain amount of honorific gratification in this. Jake was like a cat in this sense. It was difficult to gain his trust, but when you did you felt so much more amazed when you got to enjoy the real unshelled Jake. It didn't escape my notice that his butt was pressed up against my dick, and it was impossible not to get a little chub growing down there. Either as a distraction or just to have something to do with my hands, I started rubbing his shoulders. In response Jake groaned and tilted back his head.

"Feels so good." He mumbled. Surprisingly enough he didn't have much coiling in his shoulders. Then again, he had spent most of the day in what was essentially a hot tub, as far as I had understood.

"Planning on sleeping on the beach again?" I asked. "Since Matt took the hammock."

"Yea probably." Jake said between tiny sounds of pleasure and the occasional jab of pain when I accidentally pinched a nerve. Sebastian and I really enjoy sleeping together on the... I mean we sleep next to each other... I... you know what I mean." He said, flustering and rambling over his own double entendre. I giggled at his rambling and continued my massage.

"I know what you mean. Though it does sound romantic." I teased. "Think about it. Two young men, nude under the blanket all comfortable with each other, anything could happen."

"Stop it." He whined.

"I am just teasing." I said, before he got too upset, although I had a nagging feeling that I was touching a nerve.

"Speaking of which." I quickly changed the subject. "Have you thought about a challenge for me?"

Jake was silent for a moment, and I let my hands rest a bit, and he leaned back into my chest. The muscles of my thumbs were getting sore. I instead closed my arms around his chest.

"Haven't found anything good yet." He said. "You are not afraid of anything. I can't possibly embarrass you." I won't lie, I felt really flattered about what he said.

"Oh, that is not true." I said. "I embarrass myself all the time. I just usually roll with it. But It doesn't have to be embarrassing. When I challenged you to take off your shirt, I didn't do it to embarrass you. I did it to help you face a difficult situation, and you are already doing much better."

"I know but, you don't have any fears." He said.

"Yes, I do." I countered.

"Like what?"

"Well. I am scared of spiders and snakes, for one thing... two I guess." I said, just picking something off the top of my head. Both of those things legitimately gave me the creeps.

"Haven't seen any of those things on this island." Jake said.

"Yea thank God for that." I said.

"What else?"

"Clowns, sometimes." I said. "And..." I hesitated. I wasn't sure I wanted to tell him some of my deeper fears.

"And what?"

"It's nothing." I said. "It's not a real fear."

"Not wanting to take off my shirt, isn't a real fear either. Just tell me." He pressured.

"I... I am scared of turning 18, in a few years." I said, finally. There was a little bit of silence following this revelation."

"Why?" He asked. "What's so scary about that? You'd finally be free of your parents and their believes"

"...Yea I would. That is what is scary. I... I'm scared they are going to kick me out when they are no longer legally obligated to support me." I said, my voice croaking. I was feeling the kind of creeping doom I sometimes had when I was lying in bed at night. Strangely enough I hadn't felt like this at all since we had come to this Island. "Think about it. I am a freak in their eyes. I'm a sexual deviant. I am bisexual, but I like guys more than girls, I always have. I am an atheist, which is probably the worst part in their eyes."

"Being kicked out means having to fend for yourself with no family or help." Jake finished.

"Yea." I said. "I mean this trip here is supposed to be the last hail Mary attempt to reform me. They think it's a Christian camp remember. But all we are doing is running around naked. Martin and I have been borderline worshipping obscure lost island gods."

"Wait what?" Jake said.

"It's a long story, and it's not really worship." I said. "Maybe I will show you, but it requires a very open mind. Its why Martin doesn't want to show Matt."

"I still don't understand." Jake said. I was about to try and explain when Sebastian, who had come closer without us noticing, interrupted us.

"Me and Andre are gonna go for a midnight walk, is that ok with you?" Sebastian asked, as if he needed anyone's permission to do so.

"Sure." Jake said. "If you wanna sleep... em... together I'll set up the bed the same place as last time."

"Awesome, might just sleep in the tent or wherever. I don't wanna wake you if it gets late."

"Ok, have fun Gorm." Jake said and brushed his hand over Sebastian's thigh as the dark boy walked past, doing the same to Jakes hair. A strange but cute tactile acknowledgement of each other. Andre who had walked up behind Sebastian said goodnight too and took off with Sebastian down the beach.

"You two are really hitting it off." I said.

"I won't let you change the subject." Jake said stubbornly and moved forward in the water, turning around and looking at me. It was strange to see him be stubborn. "You guys are hiding something, I want to know what it is."

"It's not that simple." I said, now for the first time feeling truly uncomfortable since I got here. This talk had been a real roller-coaster. "It's something Martin and I have together, I know it isn't fair, but he is very particular about these things."

"You told Lars and Thor about it." He continued.

"I know but..."

"I challenge you...!" He said, with an expression as someone who just laid down 4 aces' in a poker game.

"You can't challenge me to show you things that aren't necessarily mine to show you."

"I know. What I meant was. I challenge you to trust me." Jake said. I was a little stumped for a second before he continued.

"You have trust issues." Jake said, sounding like a detective character going on a rant about his findings. "Like with you not trusting your parents to love you no matter what."

"That's, different." I said.

"Possibly, but this is a start." Jake said. "My challenge is to trust me on this. You have as much of a right to that place as Martin has. Trust that whatever you have up there won't scare me off." It took me a minute to make up my mind.

"Alright." I finally said. "If you're sure, then I will take you, and we can deal with Martin later." I got to my feet and stretched out a hand. "Let's go."

"Now?" Jake said.

"Yes." I said, slowly regaining my self-assurance. The prospect of visiting the shine again was sending sparks and heat down into my groin and my dick started to twitch, but in the darkness, I don't think Jake notice. "If we're doing this it has to be now, otherwise it will be too hard to slip away from the others." I felt Jake take my hand and stand up. The glowing paint was still covering his scar but now that it was faded, I could see it a little.

"Matt said we aren't allowed to explore after dark." Jake said.

"Sure, but we are not exploring." I countered. "I know exactly where we are going. I have been there quite a few times now.

"Uh ok." Jake said.

"First you need to get a lantern in the camp, cuz we'll need the light." I said.

"Why me?" He asked as we both walked towards the camp.

"You are better at moving silent than me." I whispered back as we neared the camp area where faint snores from the hammock and insects were the only sounds. Jake nodded and moved forward in between the tents and scattered miscellaneous items to get what he was after. The battery powered lantern was sitting on the table where someone had left it, and Jake snatched it up before scooting back, quickly and silently. Then we both made our way along the beach towards the rocky area. Soon we were far enough away to risk turning on the lantern. Jakes beautiful naked body was outlined with deep shadows as the cold pale LED light bathed him. I still had a raging hard on, simply from the prospect of what I was about to do and share with this boy. I knew that Jake had noticed now, but he didn't say anything.

"It's ok if you want to look." I said, when his eyes shily darted away for the fourth or fifth time.

"I... I know." Jake said. "It just seems rude, you know."

"Yea I get what you mean." I said. "I'll take care of it later. Thor's rule is a great idea on principle, but you can't just make a rule that states that something isn't allowed to be awkward."

"I think the rule helps, but it helps you, not me." Jake said. "It doesn't say where I am supposed to look. If I stare at it, they'll think I'm a pervert."

"Well there I have an advantage." I said. "I am a huge pervert and I am proud of it. Who the hell says you're not supposed to be a pervert?"

"My..."

"Don't say your parents" I said.

"I was gonna say my pastor." Jake countered. "You know how we get thrown into a lake of fire if we think about that stuff too much."

I made a sputtering sound with my mouth. The talk about dogma almost made me lose my boner - almost.

"Well, I stopped believing that shit a long time ago. In one ear and out the other."

"I still want to believe." Jake said.

"In that case I think showing you this place is just what you need." I said.

We made our way to where the path led up into the mountain. I took the lead walking and sometimes climbing in front, while Jake held the lantern and lid up my path from behind. There was something more ominous about this place at night, but I told myself it was just the darkness. On a secluded island there is no light except the moon, the stars, and whatever you brought. I had been a little worried that we'd run into Jake and Andre on the beach, before we made it to the mountain. They had walked in the same direction some time before, but strangely enough we hadn't crossed paths.

"We're here." I said, not too long after we'd found the path. I took his hand and pulled him up the last hurdle to the plateau that made up the outer part of the shrine. He was so light that even I could lift him up easily, and I were by no means a strong person. I took the back seat and let Jake take in the sight at his own pace, watching him intently as he lifted the lantern up only to audibly gasp at the wonderous painting.

The broad smooth concave wall I was getting so familiar with stretched out in front of us like a picture straight out of a fantasy book. The massive masterwork of a painting depicting 13 boys in different stages of adolescence gratifying themselves in a neat little half circle around the empty space between. All of the boys were naked of cause, enjoying different stages in the masturbation. Some with eyes closed in concentration, others with open eyes staring at the center figure, others were looking at each other. One boy was in the middle of his orgasm, squirting out cum towards the center, while another was post ejaculation with juices still running down his still hard shaft. The center figure, was totally different from the rest. A tall woman, nude with long flowing hair was depicted in the middle. Her body was curvy and described a wide perfectly proportional hourglass figure, her breasts were heavy and opposed to the perfectly smooth boys worshipping her, she had a full but thin haired and well-kept bush between her thick thighs, she had tribal markings just like all the boys did. The strangest thing about the image was that it took the observer a little while to take in what was actually happening. The woman drew your attention first, even when the observer was as gay as Martin, so it took the first-time observer a little while to notice what the boys were doing. Having seen the painting many times by now, I opted to watch Jake as he took in the sight.

"Who is she?" Were the first words out of Jakes mouth, following almost twenty seconds of staring. I had of cause counted my heartbeat just to be sure.

"Martin - no... us both, we believe she is a goddess." I said. I wasn't going to pin the notion that this island was special solely on Martin. I had to admit that he was right. "We think she was worshipped specifically as a fertility goddess, but also as a personification of this mountain. At the very least, some sort of life giver."

Jake looked back at me with an expression on his face I couldn't quite place. Skepticism wasn't Jakes strong suit but there was an undeniable demand for me to explain what I was talking about, in his eyes.

"Look, Martin is a lot better at explaining this shit. Look at her feet, they are not touching the ground like the boys are."

"Ok, I see why he would think that." Jake said. "But why keep this from Matt, he has seen all the other naked paintings - he doesn't mind."

"Two reasons." I said holding up two fingers for emphasis. "One - This is where Martin and I come when we need to jerk off. It's petty and selfish of him, but he likes his privacy sometimes." I said bluntly.

"Two - Take a closer look at the boys around the Goddess." I made a gesture towards the most overt masturbator I could find. Back arched and face lightly contorted, hand clasped tight around his small but viciously hard boner. An almost invisible jet of cum shooting from the slid in his cock. I stopped and watched Jakes expression go from inquisitive to shy in the five seconds it took his brain to register what he saw. Evidently, he had been so focused on the woman he hadn't quite seen what was going on in the background.

"Oh." Jake said, seemingly understanding. His gaze shifted away from the painting and to the ground.

"If and when Matt sees this, he is going to freak out, don't you think?" I asked.

"No." Jake said, still not looking at the painting. "I... I am not saying he'll be a fan, but he'd definitely want to see it. At least he should be given the chance."

"I agree, I am just not sure how to do it. I've left it up to Martin, and he has left it up to Lars -- I think. Don't worry, if he takes too long, I will make sure to show him."

"Alright then." Jake said. He was still averting his eyes from the artwork, and I was beginning to think he might want to leave. Then again, looking between his legs there might be something else going on. While we had talked his cock had hardened up to what I could only imagine was close to its full potential. The kind of hard on you only saw on super horny teenaged boys.

"Which one is your favorite?" I asked, placing my arm around his shoulders. When he didn't understand my question at first, I gestured towards the buffet of masturbating boys lined up in front of us. He snickered but a shy smile was showing on his face.

"You first." He said. He discreetly, and probably unconsciously, cupped a hand over his boner. I grinned, as he sent me a shy expression and let my eyes wander over my options. I already knew my answer, but I still wanted to give the impression I was making a tough decision.

"Him." I said, slowly sliding my hands over his hollow chest as I pulled free and walked over to my native boy of choice. My favorite of the bunch was one that had already finished. He was a little older and a little bit taller than me. His naked body had several of the same tribal markings that we'd painted on ourselves. He had wild hair that had formed natural dreadlocks mostly at the top and down the back of his neck, with a pair of large ears keeping the locks from falling into his face. He was well toned, like someone whose life involved many physical outdoor activities. His cock was still rock hard, he had probably cum less than ten seconds ago, at the moment this painting had captured. His crotch was hairless and probably smooth as silk, even though the penis was developed well into his mid- to late teens. Standing to attention the thing was long and curved upward, with the wet glands exposed to the air by the completely retracted foreskin. However, it wasn't that which drove me the most to particularly this boy. His eyes were hazel brown like the others but had a shine to them I could not describe. I could however imagine losing my mind in them with him on top of me as he plunged into me. Moving my fingers over the smooth stone surface, it was almost like I could feel his hard muscles. Almost unconsciously I brushed the tip of my dick over the stone surface, it was weird as fuck, but I felt a contracting in my body, like a mini orgasm which threatened to push me over the edge completely.

"Casmin." Jake said in a whisper, suddenly standing next to me.

"Huh?" I asked, confused, thinking I might have misheard him.

"That's his name." Jake said, and brushed his fingers over the painting.

"What makes you say that?" I asked. "Does it say that somewhere?" I looked around stupidly. As if there'd be a little name tag there somewhere.

"You have a better idea for a name? I think it suits him." It took another few seconds before I realized he'd just made it up.

"Actually, it does rather suit him." I said. "How did you come up with that?"

"Just popped into my head." Jake said. "Makes him sound like a prince doesn't it?"

"Kinda." I said, not really understanding what he meant by that. "Now tell me which one your favorite is."

Jake hesitated for a moment, he was looking up the row of horny islanders and walked all the way to the end.

"This one." He said, pointing to a boy whose eyes were closed, not squelched in concentration but just lightly closed while he ever so delicately bit his lower lip, as if his mind's eye was crystal clearly focused on whatever it was, he needed to see for him to cum. It made you wonder what it was that got his juices, if it wasn't the goddess and it wasn't the smorgasbord of horny boys in front of him.

"That's Jomiah." Jake said, his blushing was evident even in the sparse light. It was a good choice too, I had to admit. Jomiah was about as tall as Jake, but much wider over the shoulders, and he had a little bit of hair over his penis, even though it was hard to see for his hand. He was the boy with the lightest hair, even though it was still dark by my standards and his body decoration was limited to a hand print over his left breast and an oddly decorated cord, of the same type we had made with plant fiber, which was bound around his thigh a few times and held several little holed seashells. Judging his dick was difficult because he had it in a tight grasp, but the exposed glands was visible between his fingers and glistening with fluids. His balls were tightly pulled up under the shaft, as they often do when you are hard.

"What do you think he is fantasizing about?" I asked softly.

"His boyfriend." Jake suggested. I looked down at him as he reddened visibly at his own words. I didn't know where he was going, but he had my attention. When he noticed my expression he quickly elaborated.

"I mean look at the hand print over his heart."

I looked at it intently. I didn't know what he meant, but I was eager to hear his opinion.

"That hand print is left there by someone else, not him." He said. "Look the way it's angled with the little finger on top. You can't angle your own right hand on your left chest like that." He lifted his hand and twisted it around and tried to show how impossible it was to do, and ended up having to rub his own wrist as he almost sprained it.

"So, someone else left a handprint over his heart?" I said, understanding. "That's so adorable. Who do you think it is?" Almost unconsciously, I had started massaging my cock and balls a little bit, it was as hard as it had been since we had arrived.

"Obviously he is not here." Jake said. "He would be looking at him if he were. Maybe he is somewhere else on the island or maybe he is... uh what are..." He stopped and looked at my crotch. It wasn't unwarranted as I was borderline masturbating next to him. I couldn't help myself but the thought of this island boy sneaking off with an unknown other island boy and making love somewhere private sparked horny thoughts in my mind.

"Doing what I came here to do." I said and placed my other hand on the younger boy's shoulder, while I gave in to the temptation and started to full on stroke myself, next to him. I was surprised to find that he didn't seem as uncomfortable as I had expected. I could tell he was fascinated but too shy to look at me while I played with myself. I quickly reached a point where I was on the edge and decided to slow down, I still had one more thing to show him.

"Are you really going to do it?" Jake asked.

"I am not leaving here without leaving an offering." I said. I had a feeling that if I stopped now my balls would start physically aching. I slid the hand on his shoulder down his arm and grabbed his hand.

"Come on, let me show you." I said, and pulled him over to the middle of the shrine.

I placed Jake in front of me, and leaned forward behind him, draping my arms around the soft smooth skin of his shoulder, and directed his attention downward. There, between his feet was the small indentation that split the stone, too conveniently located and smoothed out to be a coincidence, but not so perfect that it couldn't have been made by hand. Then again, I had seen a true masterwork of a statue on the tallest peak of the island, so I knew the tribespeople had had some method of working the stone.

"This is the part where the magic happens." I said softly into his ear. "And the part we think Matt won't take well." I looked down past Jakes naked body into the sacred crevasse at his feet. The other boy was super hard, still. His little honey colored cock was standing right out from his body. I fought an impulse to grab and caress his balls. The little sac looked so soft and cute, but I didn't. Jake was comfortable with being cuddled but I didn't think he'd be ok with me grabbing his dick without asking.

"So, this is where you..." He said, trailing off. He had understood what it was all about a lot quicker than I had. The little crevasse was streaked with white from when Martin, Thor, Lars, and I had previously made our offerings.

"Yep." I said. "That's what the boys are doing, we think. They give the offering of their seed to the goddess. If you look closely you can see there is a hole where it can run down into the mountain."

"That makes sense." Jake said. "It's kind of like a symbolic girl part, right?"

"Maybe?" I said, the symbolism was not lost on me, but I didn't really understand much about symbolism.

"So, where does it go?" Jake asked.

"We don't know." I said truthfully. "We just think it's an offering, we don't know what the goddess does for us in return."

"Maybe she grands fertility." Jake suggested.

"I hope it isn't that simple." I said. "I really wish we could find some more clues as to what these deities are." I gently caressed Jakes chest and released him, only to step around the crevasse so we stood on either side. "All I know is, that I am going to make an offering. You can too if you want." I knelt down in front of the offering place and sat down with my knees on either side.

"I don't know if I should." Jake said. To my surprise he sat down Indian style across from me, and looked at me shyly while I started working my cock again. I felt the buildup I had from edging so long and knew I could cum as soon as I felt like it. "I mean, isn't this like worshipping a false idol?"

"What's false about it?" I said through deep breaths. "They didn't make this here, because they thought it didn't mean anything."

"That's not what I mean." Jake said, still watching me, now with open fascination. "It's just..." He stopped himself as a peculiar sound escaped me. My body had taken control and the orgasm struck me like a viper, sending pleasurable vibrations up my body and thrown me off balance. Next thing I knew was gooey shots of cum shooting from my cock with more force than anticipated.

"Nnnngh." I exhaled as more juice was leaking out of me and I fell back onto my butt. Shortly after my head started swimming with endorphins and I sighed deeply, looking up at my friend whom were looking at me sheepishly.

"Man, that's good stuff... sorry about that." I said, as I noticed the first shot had landed on his chest, and the second one on his thigh. I took a quick look into the crevasse and was glad to see that I had at least gotten some of the cum in there.

"Here let me get that." I said, and wiped the cum that had gotten on my hand, off on the edge of the crevasse so it ran down the side and into the hole. Then I reached out to Jake but he just shrugged and wiped it off with a finger.

"I got it." He said and wiped my juices off himself with a way more practiced hand than I had expected, and without any indication that he thought it was strange or gross. He went to wipe it into the crevasse like I had done, but I shot my hand out to stop him.

"Wait, you can't" I said. "You can't put it in there, it's my seed so you can't give it."

"But you just did?" Jake said incredulously

"Yes, but it's mine to offer, you can only offer your own. I told you this might be a stupid ritual, but we take it seriously. If nothing else, then for Martins sake. It means a lot to him.

"I thought you were an atheist." Jake said.

"This island has shown me enough magic that I can't just dismiss it." I said. I knew I was talking myself into a dead end, but Martin was right in some capacity. Then to my utter surprise he opted to lick my cum off of his fingers instead, without a hint of him thinking it was gross.

The two of us got to our feet. After having cum I was a little less pent up and my horniness had dropped with a few percent. My cock was still hard, but now it had the aching half-chub you sometimes ended up with in the aftermath. I was sleepy though and would have gone to bed right here if it wasn't because of the lack of soft bedding.

"Why do I have a feeling there are still somethings you haven't told me?" I asked.

"There is." Jake said flat out, he too was rubbing his eyes and yawning. I waited for him to elaborate but he didn't, and I didn't pressure him. We arrived back at the place on the beach where Jake and Sebastian had set up their sleeping arrangement in the sand with the blankets. To both of our surprises, Sebastian wasn't there as Jake had expected, instead there were just a bundle of readymade blankets which looked very inviting right now.

"He is probably sleeping somewhere else like he said." I said. "Mind if I join you instead?"

"Sure. He's still up goofing around, there is room for all three if he wants to join us later." Jake replied with a huge yawn and scratched his balls while I flung the upper blanket aside and crawled in between them. They were a little coarse on my sun-scorched skin, not in the least because of the sand, but as soon as Jakes small body joined me under it, it was not hard to find a comfortable position. He was not in the least bit shy about snuggling in close to me to the point where his soft little dick was pressed against my leg.

"You know it's my turn to challenge you right?" I whispered.

"Not now." Jake groaned.

"No, but soon." I said and kissed his hair.

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