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Chapter 26: Thor -- June 19th, Morning
Some people would say that moving our tent a little further away from the main camp would be an odd choice that could be considered suspicious. But it had been on my mind since Lars had become my boyfriend. Officially -- I guess -- since I had initiated him to the alter with that weird goddess and the circle jerking teenagers, which were depicted somewhere in the rocky side of the island. I'd aired the idea to Lars last night when we were going to bed in the scalding warm tent. It was so hot that we'd been forced to leave the flap open. Problem was that our tent was only three or four meters from the hammock where Matt, the oldest and most shy of the group, had been sleeping soundly. Sprawled like the comic relief character of a cheap cartoon and stark naked with his long, thick and enticingly soft cock limply resting on his pubic bone pointing towards his navel in a nest of blond fuzz only weighed back by his swollen soft ball sack. The image of which Lars hadn't been able to resist. With my reluctant blessing, he'd grabbed his expensive camera and taken a few pictures of both the entire spectacle and a few close ups of the jewels themselves. I felt bad, of course I did. I didn't think it was right to take naked or embarrassing pictures of people who were sleeping, but even I couldn't resist the temptation. Who knew when we'd get to see Matt naked again?
After a few minutes of hushed discussion, we'd decided to move our tent a little bit. It wasn't as much the privacy and people hearing what we were talking about. It was more that I wanted to snuggle, no matter how sweaty and hot we both got. I didn't want the whole camp to see us when we did. As far as I knew, Martin and Jacob were the only people in the world who knew Lars and I were an item, and I was fine keeping things like that for a while longer. Lars on the other hand thought it would be a suspicious thing to do. The compromise, which didn't really satisfy either of us fully, became that we rotated the tent 180 degrees, so it faced the forest rather than the camp. Simply by removing the pegs and lifting either end of the tent (contents and all) the deed was done in seconds. My boyfriend still thought it was suspicious, but I told him that we could say it was because we'd like to catch the non-existent draft from that direction and keep better shaded from the sun when the tent was open. Sleeping with the tent open had been the best decision ever. This island had neither mosquitoes or any other swarming or stinging insects to block out and the relentless heat was gone not long after the sun had gone down, being replaced by a temperature just above what was comfortable when sleeping. We'd fallen asleep listening to Matt breathe just outside the tent, as close together as our sweaty bodies could withstand.
I had woken up to discreet birdsong, the kind you'd never hear at home, but had become synonymous with island mornings in the short time we'd been here. Mercifully, the temperature had fallen drastically, or maybe it was earlier than I thought. The sun was not shining as brightly as it had yesterday either. Lars was already awake, my boyfriend always woke early, but had decided to stay in bed with me rather than getting up. I was laying on my side, still spooning him when we woke up. He was using my bicep as a pillow and was reading a book, a cheap youth novel I'd never heard of, which he was holding sideways so that the angle matched that of his head. His soft body was comfortably nestled into mine with both of us were sleeping naked.
Instead of telling him I was awake, I instead read along with him over his shoulder and enjoyed the piece and the close contact in full. My hand around his body, under his arm, resting over his chest, I had to resist the temptation to grab and caress one of his fatty pectorals or possibly even his belly. At the very least his magnificently big round ass was made a perfect next for my soft cock which rested neatly between the two big muscles.
Unfortunately, Lars read faster than I did, which wasn't a huge problem. I had started reading somewhere in the middle of the book and couldn't follow the plot anyway. I was mostly just enjoying his presence. Still, I eventually couldn't quite help holding his hand back at about the fifth or sixth page I didn't finish.
"I didn't finish yet." I whispered.
"Then read faster." Came the soft reply from my Lars who nevertheless snuggled in closer, if that was even possible, and pried my finger off of the corner of the page letting me finish. I took the opportunity to cup one of his love-handles and plant a kiss behind his ear.
"Do you know what time it is?" I asked.
"I stopped caring about the time, days ago." Lars replied. "It's light outside, but not that much. It's either early or cloudy." I glanced out the open tent flap but could see nothing but bamboo. Some sort of colorful caterpillar was crawling just om the edge of the zipper to the mosquito netting and soothing wind was passing over our naked bodies from the opening.
"I don't hear any of the others." I said. "I should have a look, but I am so comfortable."
"Then stay here." Lars said softly and closed his book, not even bothering to throw in a bookmark. With a little wiggling he managed to turn on the narrow mattress to face me and we shared a series of morning kisses. His soft lips locked with mine was enough to send my head spinning with intoxicating swirls of joy and we spend a while caring only about each other. The skin of his mouth and face smooth with just a hint of peach fuzz that I hadn't noticed much before. Before he knew it, he'd have to start shaving, I thought. Hopefully way after we'd gotten home from this island. Then again, maybe he'd look good with a beard.
It wasn't long before I'd rolled over and pulled his heavy body on top of me, mostly so I could more freely place both hands on his voluminous ass and squeezed the large muscle as the mental image of what it would be like to eventually bury my cock deep into it. I felt the wetness that was already forming between our bodies from the rigid cock pressed against mine. I'd never produced much in the way of precum myself, but Lars always seemed to ooze whenever he was stimulated just a little bit. It was impossible to be completely silent, but there was nothing wild about the way we were making out. Just him and me in a loving embrace, his heaviness pushing me down into the half-deflated air mattress.
I was planning to take this further. I could feel my cock grind against his and the stimulation was both arousing and hot, but it wouldn't be enough to get me off, no matter how much I otherwise liked it. Never-the-less, Lars was on top and in control. We couldn't get too wild either, or risk waking up Matt or someone else. I didn't mind sharing our secret with Matt, but he was a bit of a prude and would probably not appreciate seeing the two of us like this.
At Lars' mercy I was letting him take the next step and see what he would do. It was delightfully naughty to let him take control and decide what we were going to do. Even if he'd decided to try his luck with my ass, I would probably have gone along with it. For a second, I thought that was actually what he was planning. But instead, he did something I'd only ever thought people did in porn clips. It was a little awkward at first as the big boy on top of me repositioned and turned his big magnificent ass in my direction. I got a good fleeting view of his tight brown asshole as he turned around and put his crotch right in my face and my brain was filled with an intoxicating sense of flesh and musk. Before I knew it, I couldn't see anything for the enormous soft ball sack that that was plopped in my face and the erotically hard shaft that was pushed into my chin by my chubby boyfriend. It took me a second to figure out how I was going to breathe, but I'd rather have suffocated in the many folds of skin than have missed this. I groaned as he started paying attention to my cock, feeling it slip into his wet mouth like it was made of candy. I groaned and huffed into his balls; my pleasurable sounds muffled by his body. I placed my arms around his waist and pulled him in clumsily and carefully making out with his balls, since I couldn't quite reach his cock because he was shorter than me. I already felt my chin, neck and chest getting soaked in his precum and intensified my efforts. The only way to keep my own orgasm at bay was focusing on pleasuring him. In my head it was a little bit of a contest of who could get the other to cum first. It was one of the pitfalls of being a competitive person. On this note he had me at a disadvantage. He had my cock in his mouth and was working it vigorously with his tongue around the exposed head which, at least in my case, would be much more effective that suckling his balls. Additionally, I'd never tried to cum when I was on my knees and elbows but I imagined it was not quite as easy as when laying on your back like I was doing. In hindsight I should have slapped myself. Here I was trying to pleasure my boyfriend and all I could think off was how to win a game I had made up in my head. Still maybe that was what had let me last this long in the first place because as soon as I started focusing on what he was doing to me, I lost control and came quickly and mercilessly. I sighed as the orgasm surged and cramped up my body momentarily. His mouth was on my cock when I started to shoot, so I know at least some of it went in his mouth, but when he lifted his head off, I wasn't done and I had no idea where the rest went but I had a feeling I'd have a stained tent by the end of this. With his big body over my head, I couldn't hear much but the jerking and faint gagging told me I'd gotten at least one bullseye into the back of his throat. We both took a minute to recover, still slouched in this awkward position. I could tell he was doing his best not to make too much noise and as soon as I was ready, I took advantage of it. Even though he was heavy, I was strong so I managed to pull him further up so I could access his cock properly.
Eagerly I took it in my mouth and started working the entire shaft boy doing a gyrating motion with my head going down, forward, and then up repeatedly. I didn't have much control when he was on top of me like this, but I liked it. I felt how he found the rhythm with his hips and got in synch with me easily. The downside was having only a short window when I could breathe through the nose, but even though I was starting to feel oxygen depraved I didn't stop. Good thing he didn't last long. His precum was already seeping into my mouth so much so that I'd need to swallow if it kept going. The extasy of helplessness and the perception of slight danger went right into my dick which was as rock hard as ever, even though I'd already cum. Just as I was starting to feel the need for a deep breath, I felt his body halt and shudder. I felt his mouth against my pubic hair as he choked his groan of pleasure into it. Partially because I needed air, and partially because I didn't want to make the same mistake he had, I braced and lifted his hips out of my face, managing to get enough lift on him to breathe.
Unfortunately for me I'd, if not forgotten, then at least not taken into account just how much ejaculate Lars could produce. Just as I managed to get some air, my eyes, forehead and hair was covered in what felt like a garden hose of genetic material which not only blinded me but also served to distract me enough that I lost my grip on my boyfriend and smacked his still ejaculating cock and balls into my face in a heap of groans, slaps of flesh against flesh, and the loud scraping noise of nylon from the sleeping bag under us. A little bit of panic crept over me. Not so much the noise, I barely heard it with my boyfriend's legs around my face, but the mess was already soaking my bed, running down my face and chest, and onto my air mattress. I sat up as soon as Lars permitted it, which wasn't before at least a minute had passed. I enjoyed the afterglow, but it was difficult with his weight on top of me, staring up into the tent's roof with a pair of thick thighs on my cheeks, squishing my face.
Lars had to bite his lip to avoid bursting into laughter at the sight of me, when I finally managed to get vertical. He still had a streak of my juices on his cheek which he'd attempted to wipe off, but I knew I was much worse for wear. I could feel a drop running from my hair down my face and had to rescue it. As revenge I tried to wipe it off on him instead but he dodged and we played a few minutes of cat and mouse, all while getting the stuff onto even more of our possessions.
"Coast is clear." Lars whispered as he looked outside. No matter who did or didn't know about Lars and me, I wasn't keen on letting anyone see me with a face full of cum. I'd used an old pair of sweatpants to wipe off the worst of it, since I was unlikely to wear them on this island, but my hair was soaked too, and I had to wash it properly. I knew it wouldn't be easy though. Cum and water usually didn't result in a combination that was easy to wash off and saltwater wasn't any better. With my heart in my throat, I exited the tent after lars careful not to scrape my hair on the tent. The morning air was oddly chilling on my sweaty naked body after the heat in the tent. The camp was deserted just like Lars had said, even Matt was absent from the hammock. That wasn't odd, he'd gone to bed extremely early last night. I once again recalled the image of the sprawling nude guy sleeping in a position that could only be comfortable for a puppy.
The other three tents were all silent. Jacob and Martin's tent was the only one that was open, but I couldn't tell if they were in there. Quickly we jogged to the beach my adrenaline over the possibility of deep embarrassment driving me to hurry, not to mention the cum that was dripping out of my hair and into the sand possibly going into my eyes. My anxiety spiked further when we only discovered the group of four people Andre, Jacob, Jake and Seb all sleeping soundly on the beach two steps before we would have tripped over them. Anywhere else than this island it would have been a strange thing to see four boys snuggled up like this under one blanket together, especially since they were all, almost certainly, butt naked under there. Instead, the jab of anxiety over almost having stepped on them overshadowed everything else and I held a hand out to stop Lars who came barreling after me. He looked down at the four and then up at me with a strange facial expression, he was about to whisper something when I stopped him by putting a finger over my lips. Instead, I took his hand and lead him around, hectically waving him down towards the whispering ocean.
There was a chill in the beach air that made my balls shrivel a little. The sky had a grayish sheen to it that stood in contrast to the endless blue sky we were used to. I wondered if the weather was going to get any worse when a small splash followed by a voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "'Morning." A mellow and almost dreamy voice sounded belonging to a buck naked and soaking wet Matt who came walking up the beach from the ocean with slow deliberate steps. His cock was bouncing lazily from one thigh to the other, with water dripping from the soaked pubic hair. To my horror he was looking directly at me from under heavy eyelids with and oddly peaceful expression on his face. "The water is great." He said as he passed us without a single indication that he'd noticed my hair was full of cum. Instead, he just kept walking back to the camp. I looked back over my shoulder, my eyes traveling to his ass of course, my mind paralyzed for a minute, still racing to find a good explanation for my head because it hadn't fully dawned on me that he hadn't noticed. "'Morning?" Lars muttered, like he wasn't sure what he was seeing. I was too embarrassed and bamboozled to answer. As soon as he was far enough away Lars looked at me. "That was weird right?" I asked.
"A little... good news is he didn't seem to mind you having a head full of..." Lars said softly but I cut him off. "I don't think he even noticed." I said. Still in a hurry to get myself back in order I ran the last stretch down to the brushing surf. The waves were going higher today than usual, but not worryingly high. Still when we waded into the water it was colder than usual and you had to brace yourself whenever a wave hit, or you'd get bumped by a waist high wave. It took Lars a little longer than me, partially because I needed to rinse, partially because he wasn't as used to colder water as I was. I did my best to work the worst of my boyfriend's juices out of my hair by combing it tightly with my fingers. I knew better than to get my hair wet first. Still, it was tedious and even with Lars' help it wasn't exactly easy, but finally we managed to get the worst out. My hair had gotten kind of stiff in the last week anyway, due to all the salt water and grime of living outside. At least I didn't have long hair.
Like Matt we hadn't brought towels and getting out of the water made the world a little chillier than we'd been used to for a while. I practically shivered when I got out of the water as the beach wind quickly dried our bodies and took the heat with it.
When we got back Matt was sitting on the bench with a comic book, draped in a blanket even though you could tell he was still nude underneath it. There was something uncharacteristically relaxed about him as he sat there leaned against the table while he shoved a piece of island-fruit from a cutting board into his mouth with a fork. It almost reminded me of a delicate roman noble the way he held it. I was getting a little too cold for comfort so I threw on t-shirt and but decided to stay bottomless. It wasn't freezing and I'd begun to like having my dick out since saltwater and unwashed clothes was starting to wear down my skin. Lars, whom had put on his towel-skirt and a t-shirt opened a can of tuna which he and I shared on some bread for breakfast. Neither of us really talked since we were a little too occupied with Matt, who seemed utterly unphased by our frequent glances towards him. I wasn't even sure he knew we were there. Unsure of what to do, we decided to clean up the camp a little. A lot of stuff had been strewn around and in case it was going to rain we thought it was a good idea to keep everything tidy. "I've been thinking of something." Lars said far enough away from Matt to make the conversation private. "Do you think we should move our sleeping area even further away from camp?" "What do you mean." I asked.
"Just a thought." Lars mumbled. "I am just getting a little tired of sleeping in that tent, that's all. Most of the others have found better solutions than sweating bullets in a nylon oven every night. Maybe we could move our bed somewhere we could also have a little more... you know... privacy." I thought about it for a moment. It wasn't a bad idea, though I wasn't quite sure what exactly he had in mind. We could sleep under the stars, last time we'd done that I'd not slept super well, but it had mostly been due to sleeping on the ground. Maybe if we used the air mattress it would be ok.
"If you find a good spot, I am open to it." I said.
Over the following half hour, the colder windy weather progressed into a drizzle of very light raindrops that was carried sideways by the wind enough that even being under the canopy weren't much different from standing outside of it meaning there weren't really any escape besides being inside a tent. Luckily the rain was light enough to not be a bother, at least for me. I enjoyed some basic training exercises in the grass closer to the forest while Lars did his best to pick up and stow stuff he thought needed to be sheltered from the rain, such as towels and clothes. Very soon a bunch of tired looking nude boys came slouching up from the beach where they'd been sleeping, Andre carrying the huge roll of blankets they'd been sleeping in and looking undecided on where exactly to put it so it would be safe from the weather.
Sebastian looked just about ready to crawl back into bed and was dragging his feet weirdly as if he was sore; maybe sleeping on the ground like that wasn't all that smart after all. Neither Jake nor Jacob looked much better but at least they sat down at the table for breakfast, whereas Seb steered directly for the tent he and Matt usually slept in. Finally decided that his best bet in keeping the blankets dry was depositing them under the table, Andre too sat down though he seemed quite tired too and winced weirdly when he did so. So much so that I was already starting to rethink Lars' idea of sleeping outside since everyone else didn't seem like they'd slept very well. Then again being woken by rain might be the problem here. It didn't seem like any of them were in much of a mood to talk so breakfast was over quite fast. Jake had started to shiver a bit, even though nobody else seemed to be freezing, so he was given a blanket which he happily shared with Seb for warmth. Apparently, more than a little cold was needed for any of them to decide to put on some clothes.
"Any of you know where Martin is?" Jacob asked from over by their tent. He'd gone in there to find something and had come back out with the jar of fruit juice and clay Martin had been mixing into more of that wonderous paint one or two days ago. I was quickly losing track of the days.
"No..." I said, I looked over at Matt who had been awake longer than Lars and I, but the older boy just looked drowsily at me and shrugged. I wouldn't expect him to know since the two of them weren't on friendly terms at the moment.
"I thought he was sleeping in there." Lars said. "Maybe he got up when Thor and I took our morning swim." He looked to me and I shrugged.
"Matt came back to the camp as we were going down there." I said. "Not really that big of a window for him to slip away unnoticed like that.
"Or he got up before me." Matt suggested unconcerned. "Unless he went to sleep some other place. He has a lot of little secret hiding places." Six pairs of exasperated eyes rested on Matt for a bit, who in turn seemed utterly indifferent. Personally, I was getting a little sick of this weird feud the two of them had going. Especially since both of them seemed to try and assert themselves to be above the whole squabble.
"We'll if you see him could you tell him we need to make that strange alter ready for when we have something to give back to those counselors? I want to get it done and were behind on it." I looked to Jacob skeptically.
"Why so eager?" I asked. "It's not like these assignments matter that much." "They do if you want any more of those neat care packages." Jacob said. "I don't want to have to start rationing the good food." "I see your point." Lars said. "But so far we only have that stupid riddle to go by." He got up and went through one of the plastic bags we had standing around until he found the photo album, he and Andre had found some time ago, which we'd not been very diligent in filling out. Only a few extra pictures had been added to it, all of which were of Jacob and/or Sebastian, the only two who hadn't minded pictures be taken of them naked, and in Sebastian's case they were taken so you couldn't see his dick. All of them displayed the markings we'd all drawn on ourselves. There were more photos of course, but the rest were stored on one of Lars' SD cards. In the photo-album Lars had also stored the letters we'd gotten from the camp management. Letters which we had now run out of, by the way. From now on it seemed we'd be on our own, unless something was presented to us through that weird alter the counselors wanted us to make.
"Connect the number in Malakaya's flock on the cusp of manhood, with the spokes in Mokoiko's crown. Connect the blessed in the pools of milk with those residing in Hanana's Grove. Untold riches will unfold before you."
Lars read the riddle aloud once again, while Jacob cut more island fruit into pieces and served it on a plate for all of us to eat while we discussed what to do next. Meanwhile, Seb had unfurled the map of the island with the strange circle of non-sequential numbers, each accompanied by a little black dot, surrounding the island. To prevent it from flying away he weighed down the corners with stones. "So obviously we have to find some numbers." Seb said. "And connect them?"
"Maybe we have to draw a line between them." I suggested. "What do you think?" Sebastian made a pondering sound and traced a line between two random numbers.
"Still wouldn't tell us much." Jacob yawned.
"Yes, it would." Seb said. "There are four numbers which must be connected in pairs, that means two lines, which if they intersect would show us a location." To show what he meant he traced two random lines with his fingers and pointed to the point on the island where they'd cross.
"That makes sense." Lars said. "So, what are the right numbers?"
"Unknown and unknowable, some of those words are complete nonsense." Jacob said. "There are loads of groves on this island, so there is nowhere of knowing which one they mean."
"Spokes in a crown and references to a `flock' doesn't make sense. There aren't any heard animals on this island, there are barely any animals at all, except birds and the occasional lizard." Lars pondered.
"Damn it this is the kind of shit Martin is good at."
"Well, he is off with the fairies so what do we do?" Matt said. "The pools of milk are definitely a reference to that hot spring we were at yesterday. The water looks like milk."
"But it says pools, plural." Andre chimed in. "There is only one pool in those hot springs."
"How do we know there aren't more?" Matt suggested. "We didn't really go any further after we got to that one."
"True." Andre said and looked to Sebastian and Jake for confirmation.
"No, we haven't looked for more" Jake said. "But I have wondered where the water goes after it lands in the pool, it must go somewhere, or it would overflow."
"Then that is a place to start." Jacob said. "I want to go have a look."
"Me too." I said. "Weather is perfect for a spa day."
"Not so fast." Matt said. "This time you're not going to weasel out of it. You still have to show me that place with the artwork you have talked about. You've put me off for two days now." I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Only because you galivanted off to soak in hot water yesterday." I said. "Seriously Matt, you've got to stop taking this shit so personally."
"I just want to know what it's all about." Matt said.
"Then let's go." I said. "I don't even know if you can get there when it's high tide, but let's go find out."
"You're not coming to the hot spring?" Lars asked.
"Sure I am." I said. "Matt and I will just go to the... I don't know what we call it... the grotto?" I looked to Lars and Jacob who both shrugged. "Sure, the Grotto... I'll show it to Matt, then we'll come join you in the hot spring when we're done. Deal?"
"Sure, I know the way there." Matt said.
"What if Martin shows up?" Jacob asked.
"Leave him a note." Matt suggested. "If nobody sees him before noon, we have to go look for him. I don't like it when people disappear for hours all alone."
There was an awkward silence between us as Matt and I strode down the drizzly beach. Despite the fact that it didn't really make a difference we did our best to walk under the canopies of palm trees when we could. I was still pretty much naked except for my t-shirt which was damp and a little uncomfortable. Matt had put on the loincloth he favored. The tropical rain didn't really cool your body down because the humidity meant that the water didn't dry on your body so the evaporation didn't cool you off. I halfway wished I'd just stayed in the nude. I didn't care about being wet when I was naked aside from the sand clinging to me. There was a weird slouch to his walk as we waded through the wet sand, and he didn't look at me, but I could tell that his cheeks had an odd flush to them. Neither of us talked until we reached the rocky mountainous area and we'd have to go into the forest if we wanted to continue upward. As expected, the route towards out destination was almost completely covered in lazily bobbing waves, due to the high tide.
"Here we are." I said. "If we want to go to the grotto, we have to go that way, but I am not sure we can get there now."
"You can swim, can't you?" Matt said with an uncharacteristic lack of concern in his voice.
"I don't know if that is a good idea, Matt. There could be some sharp rocks and swimming that close to a cliffside out here is dangerous.
"How convenient." Matt said. "When is low tide?"
"I am not sure. Though I don't think the tide needs to be that much lower till we can pass." I said. "A few hours maybe." I watched as Mat jumped onto the first rock and climbed onto the second. It didn't take him long before he'd gotten to a completely wet rock and had a wave rise up over his feet up to his knees.
"I think we can do this if we're careful." He said. Once the water had receded, he jumped to the next rock and braced himself for the next rise which soaked him all the way to the groin, but didn't knock him off balance.
"This works." He said, there was optimism in his voice, mixed with a tiny bit of smugness. "You just have to mind the rhythm of the waves."
"Matt, we could just wait a few hours." I said but he didn't seem to want to listen. I took a deep breath and followed him out onto the rocks. Why was I suddenly the one who had to be the adult? The newfound mellowness of Matt was making me uneasy, but I couldn't leave him to traverse the path alone. I did the same thing as Matt, jumped to a rock then waited for the next wave to wash over me, bracing so I wouldn't fall. It didn't feel that dangerous but I knew that this part of the trip was the easiest. I remembered having had to help Lars over the rocks further ahead, even when it was low tide. Matt stayed ahead of me for a while, until he got to a point where he couldn't easily progress further. I had managed to scrape my knee and the salt water was irritating the area so my mood had dropped a little. Both of us were soaked and I more than ever wished I'd left my t-shirt at camp. Finally, we got to a stone surface that was only wet due to the rain and not because the water reached it.
"Not exactly the adventure I was planning today." I said, coming up behind Matt who looked over the next stretch which would be a lot more difficult to traverse. The mountain was already stretching at least 30 meters into the air next to us, with sheer cliffside dotted with little white birds that occasionally took off to go fish or whatever they did for food. "How much further?" Matt asked.
"I am not sure." I lied. I knew there weren't much further, but I wanted to have a tiny break before we continued. The water hadn't visibly receded so there wasn't any way around it if I couldn't persuade Matt to wait till the tides were lower. I felt the next wave come in and cover our legs up to the knees. Matt wasn't usually this reckless so I hoped maybe I could get through to him.
"Maybe we should wait a little." I said. "The water is bound to recede eventually."
"You want to wait on a rock that keeps getting flooded, suit yourself." Matt said with no hint of concern.
"Matt it's dangerous right now." I said. "The two of us could be in a hot spring right now waiting out the tide. In a few hours this path will be completely open." Naturally he wasn't listening and stepped into waist deep water which was covering the next steeping stone.
"Matt!" I shouted when a wave rolled in and lifted him off his feet. I lost sight of him for a moment and felt the panic well up in me. If he hit the cliffside he could get seriously injured. Thankfully as the water receded around my ankles he reappeared as the water ungently placed him back down close enough to the next protruding rock that he could climb onto it. As the next wave flooded our feet, he and I stared at each other from each side of the submerged portion. I knew I couldn't stop him from proceeding but I was not about to leave him alone. This kind of determination was only appropriate for cartoon action hero's, I thought as Matt patiently waited for my decision. Annoyed I took a few steps back. I could at least approach this challenge intelligently. I was a sportsman after all, you didn't get far in sports without a sense of timing. I waited for the next wave to flood the area and as soon as the water around my feet had disappeared, I lunged into a sprint and leaped as far into the disappearing wave as I could. I landed on the stone; my fall cushioned by the water, and quickly waded towards Matt who held out a hand to help me up. This was not the only challenging part of our way to the secret beach. At one point we actually had to swim about 10 meters, in water that wasn't too keen on standing still for us. I was a strong swimmer but Matt was struggling with that particular leg of our journey. We finally emerged onto the sandy beach which looked different and a lot smaller at high tide. I looked around to get my bearings. The small delta of streams that I remembered were nowhere to be seen and jogged along trying to find the right place. Matt followed me tightly as if he was worried that I'd ditch him or something. He was mostly occupied by the impressive cliffside above us. I was mostly worried about where I put my feet.
"Where is it?" Matt demanded scanning the jiggered cliffs that marked the lined of the beach. "I don't know." I said, a little annoyed with his tone. "Everything looks different now." The beach looked so different that I was starting to doubt it was even the right place. But it had to be, there was no way there was another hidden beach like this that we'd missed last time. Then as I took a step forward my foot sunk into the wet sand and my skin started to protest when hot water pooled around it.
"Argh!" I said and jumped backwards. Matt snapped around to see what had made me cry out and watched with wide eyes my foot print getting filled with milky white water from below. Water that steamed slightly when it came in contact with the colder air.
"What the hell?" Matt muttered and poked at the water with a finger. "Fuck that is hot!"
"Yea I told you, there were hot water coming out of the mountain." I said. "I am looking for where it comes out."
"Must be further up the beach." Matt said. We tested the sand but it was impossible to move along the beach without burning your feet, so the only way we could go was inward. In the colder weather, the heat from the volcanic water only felt that much hotter.
"It's the same color." Matt said as he wincingly made a new imprint in the sand with his bare foot to see if it was safe. I just looked at him waiting for an explanation.
"I mean as the water from the hot spring." He gestured towards the mountain where our friends and my boyfriends was presumably enjoying said nice relaxing hot spring instead of standing on this windy and rainy beach wearing only a soaking wet t-shirt. "That water is also white it almost looks like milk."
"It looks more like water with chalk in it... or something else white." I said.
"I know it's not actually milk." Matt said. "Are there some other white fluids you'd rather compare it to?" I snickered. Even through my bad mood I was a sucker for dirty jokes.
"I didn't expect you to make dirty jokes." I said. We tried to find a place where we could somewhat comfortably cross without burning our feet
"I don't know what you could possibly mean by that." Matt replied innocently. "All I know is it wasn't milk your hair was covered in this morning." The comment was so off hand that I almost didn't register what he was talking about, but when I did I felt my face burn hotter than the milky water. So, he had noticed after all. I didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry, that isn't any of my business." Matt said. "Frankly I am happy Lars managed to get anywhere with you. It's not like I have any right to judge."
"You better believe it." I said. "How exactly do you know about that?"
"Lars told me he had a crush on you a while back and I gave him some advice." Matt said suddenly looking puzzled. "I thought he'd have told you about that."
"No..." I was confused, Matt was the last person I would have thought to advice anyone on relationships. He was usually so prudish.
"So, you've known this whole time that Lars and I are boyfriends?" I said.
"No..." Matt said, stopping. "I didn't know that, but good for you. All I knew was Lars had a crush on you."
"And why would he tell you that?" I said. Lars and I had a silent agreement to keep our relationship on the down low, I didn't like where this was going.
"Thor use your brain for once.... You're usually good at this sort of thing." Matt said. "What does a gay teen do when he doesn't know what to do with his feelings?" I stayed silent. Maybe I couldn't tell what was going on but I knew a rhetorical question when I heard one.
"He bottles it up inside and does stupid things, such as taking naughty pictures of his crush, when he is sleeping." I reddened even further, apparently Matt knew about that too... what else did he know.
"Then he learns that a slightly older gay teen exists in his sphere. Who else is he going to go to for advice?" Matt said. I had a feeling there was more to this story. It was unlike Lars to seek out advice out of the blue.
"You're gay?" I asked, this wasn't a real question I knew already, but Matt didn't know Lars had told me.
"Sharp as always." Matt said sarcastically. I furrowed my brow at this. Something that hadn't occurred to me before had sort of dawned on me. There were some numbers that didn't quite add up. Martin was also gay after all, and Jacob was... whatever Jacob was and while I didn't know exactly what had gone on between Matt and Andre there was something going on there. 6 out of 8 people on this island was one hell of a coincidence.
"Don't look at me like that." Matt said mistaking my thinking for disapproval of some sort. "You're gay too, remember. It's not like I've been keeping it a secret."
"I am bi." I corrected. "And you haven't exactly been up front about it either.
"Entirely beside the point." Matt retorted. "With every boy on this island running around with their cock out it's not exactly an easy thing to bring up." He pointed down to my own naked crotch and I suddenly felt a prick of bashfulness returning. I hadn't felt uncomfortable with my body for a long time now so the feeling stung. I resisted the urge to cover myself and instead looked into Matt's eyes.
"I'm not complaining." I said. "I made that boner rule for a reason. If we choose to walk around naked, we weren't going to complain about you looking at us."
"I just don't like when people think I am a pervert." Matt said.
"Matt you're the least perverted teenager I know." I retorted. "You North Americans think nudity is always in a sexual context." Matt looked at me like even he doubted what I'd just said.
"Doing a real good job proving us wrong there." Matt said sarcastically. "Look I get that it's just a thing we do now and I've come to terms with it. I've made progress just as much as you and Lars have. I slept naked in a hammock last night and I'm currently wearing a loincloth because everything else I wear at the moment chafes. I'm not telling you to stop, I am just telling why I was having problems."
"I get that. I just always thought that one of the few perks I had being a bisexual sportsman was that I got to enjoy a view in the locker room that the other guys would have to be really sneaky to get the equivalent of." I explained. "I just don't see the point in complaining."
"You didn't sneak into the girl's locker room, did you?" Matt said suspiciously.
"I am not at liberty to say." I snickered, recalling the day me and my friends had done exactly that.
"Well, I am not like you." Matt said. "It's very difficult to think of anything else when I get dicks and butts shoved in my face." I grinned. "I take it back, sounds like you are a little pervert after all."
"No!" Matt said irritably. "I don't want to creep on anyone. I am saying I can't help it and I feel super shitty about it."
"Alright I understand, calm down. I am just teasing." I said. Problem is that for once I am not the right person to help. "All I can say is maybe sneaking off and taking care of things..."
"Don't even start with that." Matt said. "Do not quote the deep magic at me, witch - I was there when it was written."
"Fair enough, meme lord." I said. "But if that's how you feel maybe showing you this place isn't the best idea."
"And why is that?" Matt asked pointedly.
"You'll see in a moment." I said. "Because the entrance is right over there." I pointed, having finally spotted the entrance to the grotto over Matt's shoulder. He turned to follow my finger and moved forward, having forgotten the burning sand and stepping back again wincing.
"Alright... how do we get over there?" Matt said.
"Beats me." I said and panned my vision over the terrain to find any familiar features.
"The problem is that the whole beach has changed." I said. The way forward is that outcropping over there, but right now we can't get to it."
"Not to repeat myself." Matt said drily. "But why the heck not?"
"Because, this beach is partially flooded doing hightide." I said. "At least that's my theory. Hot water is washed out of the grotto we're trying to get to and at every low tide the water needs to make new paths to the ocean. Not only does it form little streams of scalding water, it also permeates the sand around those streams so it's hard to even approach them."
"How convenient." Matt said. We both looked at the entrance we were aiming for. Due to the terrain, we couldn't see the scalding water coming out the cave. "Where did you cross before?"
"That rock there I think." I said and pointed to the boulder Lars and I had used before. "But that's at least ten meters of burning sand."
"It's at most ten meters of hot sand." Matt corrected. "It might not be hot over there." He pointed to the area between us and the boulder. "All we know is it's hot right here."
"Right but, that doesn't really help us." I said, knowing full well it would get way worse further ahead. "Ladies first, then." I gestured. At this point I wanted to see his face when he saw what waited for us. Matt scuffed and took a few steps back before bolting towards the safe rocky surface ahead. To my surprise, crossing the sand was not that much of an issue. Matt simply ran over the patch and seconds later stood waving on the rock before turning to look ahead. Determined to see his reaction I did the same. To my surprise it was not even painful. The wet sand wasn't an ideal running surface but the hot water didn't start pooling in the footsteps before several seconds after you'd made them and the light rain cooled the surface more than enough for human skin so in no time, I was standing next to the gawking Matt who stared at the entrance to the secret grove. Scalding white water was pouring out of there just like last time, except it looked like it was running faster than before. Unlike last time it had pooled in a little dam in front of the entrance and the surging water had only recently broken the sand barrier made by the tides and created a new stream towards the receding ocean.
"That's just perfect." Matt said. "You can't mean we have to go in there."
"I told you it wasn't an easy journey." I said coyly.
"You knew about that?" He sounded like he was accusing me of lying.
"Of course, I knew about that." I said indignantly. "It's in there, I promise."
"So, you're telling me that you, Lars, Martin, and Jacob all waded through scalding water just to see what was in there? Give me a break."
"If you don't believe me, we can always turn back. We only found it because there is a drawing of a boy just inside the cave."
"Nice try." Matt said. "But we're going in. And to prove you're not messing with me in one of Martin's mind games, you are going first."
"This has nothing to do with Martin." I said, now a little angry at the unfair accusation. "He doesn't even know we're here, remember? Part of me still think we should be looking for him."
"Remember what happened last time we panicked when we couldn't find Seb and Jake?" Matt asked.
"Vaguely." I said made the leap from this rock to the one on the other side of the stream, feeling the heat on my balls as I did so. Finally, we were as close to the grotto as we could come without standing in the water and I psyched myself up to wade in.
"AAAAHuch!" I roared as I bravely sunk my foot into the milky water. If anything, it felt even hotter than I remembered. Maybe because of the colder weather. I gritted my teeth and kept moving, the cave wasn't that far. I could barely feel the sandy bottom on my foot soles. Behind me, Matt hadn't hesitated and his exclamations of pain reverberated through the cave along with mine. At least I knew that the way into the hidden grove was not that far. Finally, I landed on grassy surface, on hands and knees, my ankles, shins and feet all screaming in protest. I felt Matt landing next to me as I rubbed my abused skin.
"What on earth possessed you guys to go in here in the first place. I poked him on the shoulder and pointed to the cave wall across the stream. The wall painting that Lars had first caught a glimpse off was there. Two boys one significantly older than the other stood behind the younger, both were half submerged in the stream as if it wasn't too hot to touch, let alone bathe in. The older one had his hands on the young's shoulders and looked to be washing him or possibly just making contact, while the younger smiled up at his friend with a youthful grin.
"I don't even want to know how they painted that without burning their dicks off." I said as I got to my feet and turned around to let the awe of the secret grove.
"I don't think there is a trick to it." A voice somewhere far behind me sounded which despite its soft mellow tone almost made me jump several feet in the air. I spun to face Martin. I hadn't expected him to be here, I hadn't even noticed him but there he was. Naked, obviously when was he ever not, and dripping wet from the rain and looking at the two of us from under heavy eyelids and with an odd knowing smile on his face that I found a little disconcerting. If the cave was beautiful in sunshine, it couldn't hold a candle to how it looked in the rain. Moisture was clinging to every plant and every stone wall creating millions of little reflective glimmers everywhere. The imposing tall cliff that led to the mountain peak was dripping with rainwater that ran down in streams over the tall painting of the antlered island god. The other paintings seemed largely protected by the overhang but otherwise the grove was exposed to the elements. I vaguely noticed Matt getting to his feet next to me.
"I knew you'd be here." Matt said, with some venom in his voice. I send him a side glance, partially in surprise, since he hadn't given me any indication beforehand; partially to tell him to shut his trap. Matt didn't notice though; he was too busy taking in the incredible sight. My eyes strayed to the partially obscured painting of the kissing boys and wondered just how Matt would take seeing that. Not surprisingly Matt was too busy being icy. He started walking towards Martin with slow methodic steps, back into the rain.
"And I knew you'd come." Martin said in an odd dreamy voice. I decided to step in before Matt said something he'd regret. There was a nasty comment on his lips, I could feel it.
"Martin what are you doing here? How long have you been?" Having followed Matt, I saw him up close and was a tiny bit disturbed. His eyelids were heavy and his eyes bloodshot.
"I couldn't sleep." He said still in a dreamy voice. "I went for a walk and ended up here."
"I don't like you going off alone in the middle of the night." Matt said. "The way out here is dangerous and there is literally no light at night."
"I brought a lamp." Martin said unbothered and gestured to one of our electric lanterns we had. It sat between several husks of island fruit that looked to have been picked clean.
"It was low tide when I went, there was no danger." He followed up.
"Bullshit Martin, at night it's dangerous. Going alone is dangerous even in the daytime. If you'd fallen or been taken by the water, we wouldn't have found you for hours, maybe not ever." Matt said.
"You did find me." Martin pointed out, the mellowness in his voice was so odd.
"Martin." I said stepping in before Matt could blow a fuse. "I gotta agree with Matt on this, coming out here in the middle of the night was stupid." I placed a hand on his shoulder, it was something my coach always did when he needed to reach someone with his words. I was a little shocked at how cold it was. I looked him in the eyes to try and gauge his mental state. Something wasn't quite right.
"He was with me." Martin said. "I wasn't alone." I looked up to where he was pointing. The imposing figure painted on the wall looking down at me with that virile gaze send my hormones churning and I had to look away.
"What do you mean, he was with you... are you alright?" I said. I placed the back of my hand against his wet chin, it too was ice cold. "Dude you're freezing." Matt's expression changed from annoyed to confused and he too had a feel of Martin chin.
"He's not well." Matt said. "We need to get you back Martin. I don't like you sitting out in the rain naked like this."
"I'm Canadian, I'm used to the cold." Martin said unconcerned. "There is a river of hot water over there, I'll be fine." Matt scowled and picked up one of the discarded fruit husks.
"And exactly how many of these did you have." He said. Without asking permission he pinched Martin's eye open and stared into it. Martin just did a vague gesture in the direction of the rest of the husks and gently pushed Matt's hand away.
"Let's at least get him out of the rain." I said to Matt who nodded and took a firm grasp around Martin's shoulder leading him back towards the exit and into the shelter. The heat from the water made the area noticeably warmer than in the rain. Martin resisted but only weakly.
"I am not going back yet. There is something here..." He said. "Something we need..."
"I don't know where you got that idea Martin, but right now you aren't in any shape to look for things. We need to get you warmed up." Matt said irritably, but with a hint of concern.
"Maybe we should wait a little." I said directed at Matt. "It's still not entirely low tide yet, and if Martin doesn't feel 100% then it's not safe to walk back with him." Matt groaned but knew I was right.
"I see that, but we need to warm him... hey stop that!" He said. He pushed Martin's hand way from his loincloth as the dazed boy had apparently tried to undo the knot that held it in place.
"Take that off." Martin said, his tone was less mellow now but no less dreamy. "You too." He looked at me and my wet t-shirt with dedication.
"I'm a little tired of your nonsense." Matt said. "Will you just..." I put a hand on his arm to stop him. Whatever was wrong with him arguing with him was not going to help. I took a hold of Martin's chin with both hands and forced him gently to focus on me. "Alright, Martin." I said very insistently and clearly. "We will. Just promise me you'll go warm up in the water." I send Matt a sharp glance. He rolled his eyes at me but didn't argue. Without letting go of Martin's left shoulder he pushed the loincloth down and stepped out of it, until he stood naked. He pushed Martin ahead of him down to the stream leaving me to struggle getting the tight wet t-shirt off of my muscular torso. I had been wanting to get rid of it ever since we left so I wasn't complaining. Once I too was naked, I watched as Matt scooped hot water onto Martin's shivering body with a wince every time he stuck in his hands. My eyes fell on the painting behind them and was hit by a sudden wave of understanding that I couldn't explain. The way they were standing, the expression on their faces and the motions they were performing was so oddly similar that it was hard to ignore. Feeling a little redundant I took a round in the drizzly grove taking a closer look at the artwork. My first instinct was to get Martin some water to drink, but we had none with us that was safe. I saw the image of two kissing boys discreetly behind one of the bushes. Obviously, the bush had grown there long after the painting was made, but it gave the effect of the pair hiding away in a romantic meeting.
"I guess the two of you never had to hide your feelings from your friends and family." I muttered to the painting, then moved around the wall and watched the frozen ballgame. I tried to make out what the aim of the game was. I couldn't venture to guess how the ball had been made. Based on the color it had to be animal skin. Maybe it was a game we could try out. Looking closer maybe it was simply a game whose English name currently eluded me. A game where the middle player tried to swat the ball that was tossed back and forth between the other two players. If he succeeded, he'd take the place of whoever threw the ball last. I quickly moved on the main artwork of the grove. The overly tall godlike figure with his head adorned by antlers. His eyes were so piercing it made me slightly uncomfortable and inexplicably send my blood pumping in a good way. When I felt the effect of his gaze making something in my abdomen stir and causing a slight swelling in my groin I turned away. What the hell was wrong with me. Instead, my eyes fell on the fruit husks Martin had left there. How many had he eaten? Ten? Twelve? It was hard to tell since the husks were not all intact enough to count. I bent down and picked up the most intact one, digging in my nails to make sure it didn't slip. It looked like he'd bit off the top and hollowed it out. Looking past it at the two others I got an idea and jogged over there.
"Hey Matt, let me take over." I said when I saw his hands. They were already red like boiled lobsters but he'd just kept scooping, no less because Martin had started shivering even more. I took that as a sign he was warming up. He looked at me very thankfully and held his scorched had out for the husk. I shook my head and squatted down next to Martin and began scooping the water myself, this time using the hollowed-out fruit as a ladle.
"I don't think he's well." Matt whispered. "If we can't move him back yet then we should at least go back and radio the counselors." I made a non-committal head motion. I supposed that the counselors could get their boat to the beach easily enough, but by the time we managed that it would be several hours. I took a hold of Martin's chin and looked him in the eyes. He smiled weakly at me but seemed to focus alright.
"Let's give it 15 or 20 more minutes. The water is receding fast." I said. "He doesn't look to be in any immediate danger. I think he's just cold and a little dehydrated." I scooped up some more hot water and poured it over Martin's shoulders. He muttered something about being fine which both of us decided to ignore.
"I really don't like it." He said. "It's almost like he's.... I don't know.... High or something."
"Speaking from experience?" I asked. Being a sportsman, I'd never touched anything like that. And no I'd never done steroids either.
"My friend Tyler and I did weed once or twice." He said without making eye-contact, but that's really not that bad.
"You." I said skeptically. "You did weed?"
"Yes, don't sound so surprised. And before you ask, no we weren't like that. We just giggled and ate a whole bunch of pizza."
"Your secret is safe with me." I said. "Let me do this for a while and go have a look at the grove. Martin will be fine, we just need to get him a little more lucid." I almost thought I saw a little smile on Matt's face before he got up to have a look around. I let him walk off his stress a little as I continued to warm up Martin. His shivering was diminishing again which I took as a good sign. I switched hands very often but with the empty fruit I could scoop more water using only one hand at a time, giving my other one time to recover from the heat. I noticed that Matt was avoiding the main artwork for a while until he couldn't handle his curiosity anymore and had to go have a look. I made a point of looking down at what I was doing rather than watching him. When he finally came back there was an urgency to his stride and I looked up in confusion.
"I thought of something." He said without preamble and without lowering his voice as people seemingly did instinctually in this place. I looked up but continued my pouring. His sudden change in energy had caught me off guard.
"You know that dumb riddle we've gotten right?" He said, I nodded. "I kept kicking myself over why the hell anyone on this island would have a crown..."
"What crown?" I was a little confused. I didn't remember the wording of the riddle even though we'd gone over it this morning. "The riddle didn't say anything about a crown."
"Yes, it does, `Connect the number in Malakaya's flock on the cusp of manhood, with the spokes in Mokoiko's crown.' Says it right in the first line." Matt said irritably.
"So it does..." I recanted looking at him a little worried. I didn't know if this was the right time.
"Don't look at me like that... so what if I memorized it." Matt said. "There is little else to do sometimes."
"It does make sense." I said, considering the proposition. "Lots of people around the world would call the antlers of a dear a `crown'"
"That's right!" Matt said, now sounding more excited than the situation really called for. "That's what the riddle means. That's...." He pointed over his shoulder but the thought was finished by Martin.
"That's Mokoiko..." He rasped.
"Moko-iko." Martin rasped through his clattering teeth, correcting Matt's pronunciation.
"How would you know?" Matt said defensively.
"He told me." Martin clattered. Matt and I shared worried glances at that remark. I was beginning to think Matt had been right, this guy was high as a kite.
"That's it, we're going back." Matt said sounding a little more urgent than before. "You need some water and some real food. How far do you think you can swim?" Martin did a sort of shrug. I was skeptic of the idea but I did see the urgency in getting him some water and a blanket.
"Ok, lets go out and see if we can make our way back. Can you stand up?" the last part was directed at Martin. He nodded and got to his feet; his skin had gotten back some color. I was psyching myself up to leave, wondering if I should carry Martin through the water. But to my surprise Martin just stepped out into I with only a little wince.
"Alright we'll go out." I said. "Did you count the spokes?" I looked at Matt. "How many ends does his antlers have?"
"Sixteen." Both Martin and Matt said in unison. I looked back and forth between them.
"I've been here for a while." Martin muttered when I raised an eyebrow at him. Matt just impatiently shrugged.
"I just counted them. I am not stupid." He said. "Come on." I let Matt carry our discarded clothes and took charge of guiding the sluggish Martin outside. The pain was agonizing and the trip slow with him in tow but Martin didn't complain one bit. Outside, the rain had gotten worse and the wind had picked up a bit. I was getting a bit worried, tropical storms were no joke and if it got any worse we'd have no shelter over here. Outside the grotto the hot water had started pooling in a new sand eddy but instead of just going to the nearest brink I gritted my teeth and pulled Martin to the opposite one, so we wouldn't have to cross it again.
"Gaaahh!" I groaned as my thighs, and worse my bare cock and balls got dipped but we made it to the other side, the skin on our legs the color of freshly boiled lobsters when we flung ourself up on the brink. Matt followed, clutching his junk with my soaked t-shirt to protect it as best he could.
"You think it will get worse?" I asked just as a thunderclap rolled over the sky.
"Unless you can swing a hammer and make it go away, I definitely will." Matt said while dipping my T-shirt in the hot water and draping it over Martin's shoulders like an odd cape, to keep him warm for just a little longer.
"Ha ha." I said drily. "As if I haven't heard that joke a million times before." We waited only long enough for Matt to put his loincloth back on, before we made our way back to the stoney path. To my relief the water had receded a enough that we didn't have to swim, but the waves still rose high over most of the rocks we needed to cross. Matt and I decided to each take a hold of one of Martin's hands and guide him through the dangerous terrain so he didn't slip, but when we finally made it back to the safe beach, he was so drained I decided to carry him. It was strange giving a naked boy a piggyback ride like this, but Martin seemed thankful. A part of my brain was acutely aware of the soft, squishy set of genitals that was poking into my back the whole time, and my hands on his butt. I could feel how cold he was though so lewd thoughts weren't the most pressing thing on my mind. Taking the whole thing as a training exercise and did the last of the trip as a running hustle. It was really hard work in the sand, but I enjoyed the burning of my muscles and the adrenaline. Matt didn't complain about the pace either and in record time we'd made our way back to a deserted but clean camp.
"The blankets are under the table; they should be dry." Matt said. "I'm gonna radio the counselors and tell them we have an emergency." I nodded, I too thought it would be best if we could get an adult, preferably a doctor, to look at Martin. Using the driest of the towels I could find, I did my best to dry him off. It was difficult because the rain was carried by the wind. I took a few of the blankets from under the table and wrapped them around the both of us. I remembered that an old treatment for hypothermia was to wrap someone naked in a blanket with another person. Despite his skin being ice cold, I felt an almost instant improvement, as well as a surge of endorphins snuggling this close to him. He was still shivering, so I rubbed his body and legs with my hands to try and warm him up. Another flash of lightning followed a few seconds later by a rolling thunder made me look up, while Martin sluggishly found a new position with as much skin-to-skin contact as he could so he ended up with a leg on either side of the bench, embracing my closely. It was difficult not to feel his soft genitals on my leg, and I told myself resolutely right now was a survival situation. Martin and I had done stuff before, but I still had a boyfriend and I'd be wrong to just mess around, even though Lars probably wouldn't mind. But right now, it was not the time for this kind of thought. Still my cock had its own ideas and it swelled to full mast quickly, and there was no way Martin wasn't going to notice, unless he was really out of it. I looked over to see Matt at the toolshed, hallway inside under the overhang and talking inaudibly into the yellow plastic radio with the massive antennae on it. Based on his facial expression he wasn't having much luck, though it might just be his general somber attitude shining through.
"Hmmmn you're warm." Martin purred into my ear. His arms was around my waist with the tip of my stiff cock millimeters from his arm.
"Yea just focus on getting warm ok bud?" I said, nuzzling his ribs a little with my hand. "Matt is calling the counselors to see if they can send someone to look at you."
"I'm fine." He murmured. "Just a little cold." He planed a kiss on my shoulder and the motion lead the moist tip of my cock to make contact with his arm.
"Someone's awake." He teased. I flushed a little trying to remember my own rule. A boner was no big deal, it happens when boys are naked together don't make a big deal out of it.
"Want some water?" I asked, remembering the possible dehydration. Matt had filled Martin's mug before he'd gone to radio and I could just about poke my free arm out and hold it to his lips. He drank thankfully and I put the cup back down. It didn't distract Martin though. He moved his hand from my hip to my groin and took a surprisingly firm grip around the stiff member. My body jolted a little at the sensation and the surge of mild shock and excitement that always came when someone touched my dick.
"Did I ever tell you you're not just warm but really hot?" He murmured and gave my cock a squeeze.
"Maybe this isn't a good time." I muttered. It felt wrong to do this right now. I'd played with Martin before but never alone like this. Lars had said he didn't mind and I knew he meant it, but Martin wasn't well and I didn't want to take advantage of him. He didn't relent though and I felt a warm stream of pleasure tie itself into a knot within my lower abdomen as he started stroking. His own cock was stirring and moving against my hip. At least that part wasn't too cold.
"Matt is right there." I protested quietly, but Martin kept going.
"Just be quick." He said and began wanking me full force beneath that blanket. I spread my legs a little and sighed deeply, closing my eyes and giving in to his touch. Martin was an attractive guy and if I got it over quickly Matt wouldn't suspect a thing. I tried to recall some of the most arousing moments I'd experienced on the island. Lars' first touch, his blowjob this morning, Jacob massaging my prostate on the mountain and Martin fucking Jacob in the grotto. I was about ready to cum when Martin slowed down and reduced his wanking to a sort of massage, working my foreskin back and forth by squeezing the cock in his hand. I got a little frustrated. He knew what he was doing and I didn't want to linger on the edge. I wanted to cum quickly so Matt didn't notice. I opened my eyes intent on telling Martin to finish the job but saw that Matt was returning and knew why Martin had slowed down. Annoyed that I wouldn't get to finish, I tried not to let it show on my face and turned my attention to Matt who sat the radio on the table with an irritated thump.
"I got through. Could barely hear them." He said. He kept standing leaning over the table like he was tired and restless at the same time.
"And... are they coming?" I asked. To my annoyance Martin hadn't stopped massaging my cock and I was doing my best to try and keep my smoldering orgasm in check and bring it back down.
"No, he said it's too dangerous to sail right now. The storm is going to get worse." Matt groaned. "If it was extremely urgent, they might risk it, but Martin is awake and somewhat cohesive." Martin sent Matt a drowsy smile that I wasn't sure whether was meant to be reassuring or teasing. "Keeping him wrapped up with another warm body was actually their best suggestion."
"Thank you." Martin murmured. Matt looked like he was about to seize his advantage on Martins vulnerability but to his credit he thought better of it.
"What... about the others?" I asked, disguising a huff of pleasure. I tried discreetly pushing Martins hand away but he just wanked me faster in response so I had to relent once again.
"They are not in any danger. They are in a hot spring and there is plenty of shelter up there. Andre can take care of them." Matt said and stretched himself. I was acutely aware of his naked body, only wearing that skimpy wet loincloth that clung to his body wasn't doing much for my self-control.
"Should we go up there?" I suggested, keeping my mind on practical matters helped. "Maybe a hot spring would be good for Martin right about now?"
"He can't make the trip up the mountain." Matt said. "We need to stay put and it looks like you are doing just fine." I little jab of panic made me wonder if he knew what was going on, but of course he didn't.
"Besides we need to stay here and secure the camp, if there is going to be a storm, we need to make sure the tents don't fly away."
"Aren't you cold?" Martin asked meekly.
"Not really, just wet as drowned kat." Matt muttered irritably and picked up the damp towel I'd left on the table a dapped his arms and chest with it. I was once again reminded of how attractive Matt was and felt a jab in my nuts at his wet lithe body. I bit my lip trying to think of something to say. Then to my mixed delight and irritation he picked up the flap of his loincloth and squeezed the soaked fabric. Visibly annoyed he pushed it down, once again revealing his beautiful, thick, manly cock in its nest of sparse blond hairs. Paying no attention to my leering he held up the improvised tribal wear and hung it on the post next our water sack. Powerless to resist Martins hand job I squeezed his thigh in a last-ditch effort. When Matt brought the towel to his head in a vigorous and futile attempt to dry his hair, his body moved seductively and his cock danced with the motion. Martin seized the moment and started wanking me hard and fast. I was unprepared and let out a grunt that Matt didn't hear. After a pinch in my gut, I came hard letting out a sound Matt couldn't have missed. Cum started spewing from me and soaking Martins hand as well as the blanket. Matt looked at me confused and thinking fast I tried playing it off as a yawn until my orgasm subsided. Apparently, none the wiser Matt continued to prune himself a little while I recovered. I send Martin a venomous glare to which he returned a weak smile.
"I guess we should secure the camp then?" Matt said looking miserably out in the rain.
"I don't know if there is much we can do." I said. "The tents are waterproof enough and Lars and I picked up our things earlier."
"I am mostly worried about when the wind picks up." Matt said as another thunderclap hit, this time much closer than before.
"Move them into shelter of the trees." I suggested. "Lars and I did that and I think it's protected enough."
"Can't do that on my own." Matt said. I was about to say he wasn't alone but he predicted it.
"I need you to stay dry and keep Martin warm." He said. "I'll secure camp. Andre and Jake's tent good quality and protected enough, it's the other two I am worried about. My tent is practically flat already and Martins is gonna tip over as well."
"Ain't much to do." I said. "I think the best we can do is takeout the poles and put some heavy rocks on it, then pray they'll hold water." Mat pondered it over for a few seconds. I could tell he didn't like the plan but it was all I could think of.
"Yea I think that's for the best." He said. "The two of you go rest in your tent Thor. I'll take care of the tents, you just make sure Martin stays warm."
"Aye captain." I said.
"I'll join you when I am done and when manage to get dry enough." He said.
"You will?" I said, a little surprised that Matt would get in a tent naked with us.
"Where else am I gonna go." He said. "If Martin is up for it, we'll play a game or something." With that we executed the plan. I ran off with Martin as quick as we could and climbed damp but still warm into me and Lars' tent and snuggled up. Martin fell asleep quickly while I cleaned the cum off of me with the same sweatpants I'd used earlier. I decided to doze off as well.
[Tags: Oral, frottage, 69, covert public masturbation]