Hello everyone chapter four is here. People have told me they were looking forward to Jacob's viewpoint so here it is. I hope it's everything you were hoping for.
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Chapter 4: Jacob - June 13th, midday
"So, I guess we just have to entertain ourselves?" Martin said, doing our washing of the dishes after lunch. He, Matt and I was standing in the knee-high beach water by a boulder that stood in for a table. We were just washing them in the ocean water. Martin had been wearing his swimming trunks since breakfast, and was furiously rubbing the plate he was standing with using a brush.
"Well there is always the envelopes, I don't think they contain something you can't get over and done with within five minutes. Plus, I think there are a lot of things in the shed that we can entertain ourselves with." Matt said.
"And there are the toys we brought ourselves." I exclaimed, blinking to the two others. Matt blushed but smiled and shook his head. Martin grinned. Both got the joke, even though only Martin would get the whole idea.
"Let's just start with the envelope, when we're done here." Matt said, and put another fork in the tray with the clean stuff.
"Aw come on." I said, not wanting to let go that easy. "A strong guy like you, you do it too just admit it." I nudged him with my elbow. "We are gonna be here for weeks, with no girls around, you are gonna end up with blue balls if you act like a nun."
"That is none of your business!" Matt said way more sharply than I had anticipated. "Keep it to yourself!" I raised both my hands in submission.
"Ok, ok chill." I said, not wanting to start a confrontation. I had a habit of going over the edge sometimes, but I knew when to back down.
We did the rest of the dishes in an awkward silence, spearheaded by Matt, before returning to camp. Matt was walking in front of Martin and I. The two of us trying to see who could get the other one to drop their stuff. I ended up running back to camp, with Martin following me, in a desperate attempt to not drop my stack of plates.
Back at camp everything was peaceful. Thor was in the middle of unpacking lot of stuff, and was currently unrolling a hammock he seemed to have brought with him. Lars sat under a palm tree with a book and Sebastian seemed to be drawing in the sand with a stick, caught in his own world.
"What are you doing? Voodoo?" I asked Sebastian as we approached. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a Greek letter on the front, but was naked from the waist down, his little dark cock dangling freely around in the sun under the rim of the t-shirt. Apparently, he liked being naked too. Martin gave me a slap over the neck.
"That is racist, dude." Martin said in a low hissing voice.
"It's a magic circle." Seb said. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. "This one is for summoning, I think." He didn't seem to notice or care about the remark.
"Why, would you do that?" I asked. "Do you believe in that stuff?"
"I don't know, Maybe a little. This is just a thing from my role-playing books. I was just bored." He said, tossing the stick aside and looking away.
"Well we are going to open the envelope now." Matt said. He had found the one with the right date on it. "Thor and Lars, are you coming?" He asked the two boys.
"Yea sure." Thor said, as the two of them approached. Both of them where fully dressed in bathing shorts, with a t-shirt and a Hawaiian shirt respectively.
The envelope was A4 sized and thick, like there was more than just paper in it. Matt carefully stuck his finger under that flap and opened it. He drew out a folded letter, a notebook and two pens.
"What's that for?" Sebastian asked curiously, before Matt even had the chance of reading the letter. He started reading aloud.
Dear group 6.
As it is your fist day we will start with the basics. You will be given tasks through these letters as well as information, you will need. First things first. You have been given a notebook with this letter. Write your names on it, and use it as a diary, accounting for every day you have spent here.
Second thing. The Island you will inhabit for the next few weeks you, were previously inhabited by a tribe of indigenous people who moved from Island to Island. They have long since disappeared but the Island still remember. There are lots of signs of the tribe still here, some of them obvious, some hidden. Find as many as you can, and write them down in the diary. The more things you find, the more points you get in the end. There will be bonus points, if you find something, no other group has found before.
That is all for today, good luck.
"Seriously?" Lars asked, with an exhausted expression and snatched the letter out of Matt's hand, reading it himself. "I thought we would be doing something interesting. This is just a school assignment."
"Well that is what it says." Matt said. "It does sound somewhat interesting."
"No, it sounds stupid. They can make me stay here, but I'm not going to walk around looking for old crap. " Lars said.
"Then don't." I said. "I'm gonna go look, it sounds fun."
"Yea me to." Martin agreed. Matt and Sebastian nodded.
"I'm staying too. Thor Said. "It's too hot now, maybe later." The two of them went back to what they were doing.
"So how are we doing this?" Martin asked.
"Do we start with the coast or the forest?" Matt asked.
"How about this, we split up. Martin and I take the coast and you start with the forest. That way we can cover more ground?" I suggested.
"Alright." Matt said. "Good luck."
Martin and I started walking, no one being in a hurry. I felt I had made a good choice with the beach. We wouldn't have shade, but we had a cool breeze and the possibility of dibbing our toes.
"So..."I said breaking the silence. "You never told me where you live." Last time we had been alone we had been more than a little tipsy. Even though I had no problem, I could feel that Martin had some regrets from yesterday.
"I live in Toronto." Martin said. "You?"
"That's not far away from me, I'm from Detroit." I said. "It's just across the border, I knew there was something Canadian about you. You play hockey?"
"Can you go 2 minutes without blasting a stereotype in someone's face?" He asked with false indignation. "And yes... of cause I play hockey... Buddy" We both laughed. The barrier of shyness was broken once more. As we kept walking, I put my arm around his neck walking next to him. Sharing a few jokes and personal stories.
As we continued walking, the terrain got rockier than it had been before. Large boulders were scattered everywhere. Soon we had to climb rather than walk, in order to get any further. Martin climbed first because. He said it was because he didn't want to look up my ass while we climbed. I just grinned and did a mocking dramatic gesture.
"Ladies fist." I said. He flicked me on the nose and started climbing. I didn't complain. It turned out that when he climbed first, I could sometimes get a glimpse up the leg of his bathing shorts, seeing his nice-looking dick from below. I started getting the feeling I had had before. I wasn't sure what I was feeling but I knew that I liked what I saw. I could feel my dick twitching and get harder as we ascended and even if I had wanted to there was nothing to do about it.
Suddenly almost near the top I saw a path wide enough so that I could get past him. I smiled slyly and started speed climbing around him.
"Hey!" He said, obviously surprised but I just grinned at him. Unfortunately, he had closed his eyes to avoid the small stones and dirt that fell down as a result of my reckless climbing. When I reached the top, I jumped on top of a bolder and stood there in a pose like Hercules that had just defeated a foe. With my hands at my hips and with my erect dick proudly presented. Some people would have been embarrassed about having an erection, but I had always been stubbornly impossible to embarrass. It was a useless emotion.
"Getting horny?" He asked with a grin.
"I'm always horny... Hey look!" I said. I had seen something from my elevated position, I hadn't noticed. We were standing on an almost flat platform of rock so smooth it was unbelievable, it had large grove in the middle and smooth rocks all around. Next to us was a large wall of smooth rock that was painted. It looked like the painting was old, very old. It depicted stunningly detailed pictures of humans. The drawing was about 13 boys, it was easy to tell that it was boys as all where depicted naked, and standing shoulder to shoulder all gazing upon one woman standing in the middle. The boys had clearly defined penises and the women and equally defined breasts and body. Some of the boys where even depicted with hard dicks, as if affected by the beauty of this mysterious woman. There was something exalted and divine over this woman, depicted with drawings and markings all over her skin. Either covered in tattoos or painted in exquisite tribal fashion. At closer inspection some, or maybe all of, the boys had similar markings somewhere on their bodies.
"Wow!" we both said in unison. The paintings where so perfectly painted, that I swore I would be able to identify these people, if I saw them in real life. Almost unwarily I started stroking myself, I was already horny, but that picture was so erotic I couldn't help myself.
"What are you doing?" Martin asked.
"I told you I was horny, are you joining me?" I retorted. I could see that he was also hard, because of the bulge in his shorts. He looked at me, looking like he was deciding, then he shrugged and pulled down his shorts. It wasn't a big deal, we were fapping-buddies after all.
Immediately his rock-hard dick, sprang out and was throbbing with horniness. He started masturbating slowly while just standing next to me, looking fascinated on the painting.
"What do you think they are doing?" I asked.
"What do you mean? Isn't it obvious?" Martin said, like I was stupid. "They are doing the same thing we are doing, having a circle jerk." I looked at him skeptically.
"A circle jerk? You think?" I asked. It seemed like a little farfetched. I looked at the picture again, but the more I looked at it, the more it made sense. Then I saw one of the boys, a cute guy, one of the shorter ones with only a hint of pubic hair. He had closed eyes and a twisted facial expression. Out of his erect dick was a barely visible white squirt of cum shooting towards the woman. Once I had seen that, I could also see the just barely visible dribble of white, glassy liquid from the penises of some of the boys who were flaccid.
"You are right, wow." I said. "Then who is the lady?"
"I don't know, she might be a goddess or a tribal lady. I'm thinking goddess. You can see she is painted differently than the others. Her feet are not touching the ground." He took a breath he was feeling the effect of his now faster and more furious masturbation. I myself had sped up my wanking without even noticing.
"I think they might be offing their sperm to her, like a ritual or something." Martin said. "You see that groove; I think they might have shot they're cum into that. But that is just a guess."
I looked down following his finger. True enough there was a smooth crack in the stone which had been smoothed and widened out by time, a tiny crevasse which a person with a dirty mind – so, me – could easily say looked like a vagina.
Martin was breathing harder now, staring intently at the cock of one of the taller erect boys. I could feel that I was just about to cum. The sight of him, the painting and the atmosphere was enough to make any teen cum quickly.
"Then why don't we offer her ours as well." I said. The last word came out as I peeked and came violently. I fell down on one knee as a powerful orgasm shot through my body like a jolt of electricity, followed by a less powerful one. A load of thick globular cum shot from my dick, like nothing I had ever produced before, followed by at least eight more shots. Spurred on by the moment I held back the foreskin to better control the aim and angled my cock so that the shot was aimed down into the groove in the stone. I didn't quite know why other than it was a whimsical thing to do based on Martin's suggestion.
Martin was not long behind me. He moaned loudly as he came leaning his head backwards, pointing his dick into the small crevasse. His ejaculation was at least as powerful as mine but less precise, because he was still standing.
After our orgasms had subsided, we both sat on our bare butts on the smooth warm stone. Sperm was still dripping from my now flaccid dick, onto the stone surface. I felt satisfied in more than one way. I felt like I had not only gotten a powerful orgasm, but also a new and unfamiliar feeling of fulfilling a spiritual need, and paid respect to an ancient culture, which I had never thought of as something that could feel good. Back home I had a very religious family, a fact that I had always hated and my animosity towards mainstream religion was no secret.
"How do you know so much about art?" I asked.
"I have an art teacher who really like this sort of tribal art." He said "I should take a picture and give it to her; she will love it... But not with our cum in it of cause." We both giggled. "I just can't believe that some old culture would really paint this." I said. "I mean, I've jerked off with others before, but only - like - two or three guys. There are more than ten guys here. None of them seem the least bit shy."
"Ancient cultures weren't always as prudish as western culture is. This was probably not taboo in their culture" Martin said, he was sitting with his back against one of the boulders and looked completely relaxed, legs spread and his semi hard dick releasing a single viscous drop of residual cum onto the ground. It reminded me of how my parents discouraged masturbation. My dad had told me not to do it, because it was evil to spill your semen on the ground.
'Fuck you dad.' I thought by myself. If this was really a religious act in this culture, then it was the fuck of a lot better than the one I had grown up with. I crawled over to the small, smooth grove in the ground and looked into it. Seeing Martins sperm mixed with mine, running down the sides of the smooth concave shape and into the bottom
"Look there is a hole in the groove, our cum is running down there." I said. Having just spotted it. I looked up at Martin, who came over and looked down. It felt right.
"That is some powerful symbolism right there." He said. I didn't say anything, but I just carefully and silently grabbed his hand, while watching the cum soak into the ground. Martin didn't retract his hand and closed his fingers around mine. The simple touch made me feel good in a different sort of way.
After a long time of contemplating what we had just found and done, Martin picked up his shorts, but didn't put them on as we started walking back. When we came back there where no one else in the camp but us. Martin threw his shorts into the tent and sat down next to me as we enjoyed the sunset.
"You're not gonna wear them?" I asked.
"I don't think we are supposed to be wearing any clothing here. This is a mysterious and, in some way, sacred place, I can feel it." He answered with a dreamlike none in his voice.
"I'm a little torn, should we tell the others about it, I mean it's a bit on the naughty side." He asked. "I think maybe we shouldn't, on the other hands, the others are bound to find it at some point and I would rather get the credit for it, maybe we wait a few days to make the decision?"
"Alright." I said. Not really seeing the point in not telling, but completely fine with having a place where we could go and mess around with free porn on the walls. I personally wouldn't have a problem with jacking off at camp no matter who might see me, but I also wasn't stupid. I knew full well that the others wouldn't like it and I didn't have any urge to be overtly exhibitionistic either.
After that we more or less just enjoyed the sunset and each other company in silence. Having an open-minded jerk-off-buddy was awesome. I was starting to feel like being on this island could become the most interesting thing I had ever done in my life.