Island

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Chapter 9: Sebastian - June 15th, morning

I felt like I had a weird dream. I could hear voices talk in the distance, and then I could hear pleasurable moans and sighs. Like the ones Matt had made when he and I had... I woke up. The voices were gone. Funny thing was, I didn't feel like I had actually been asleep, but I must have been. Maybe it was the weird stage between sleeping and being awake I sometimes had. The tent was still dark, not completely but the sun was clearly not out yet. The heat in the tent was almost choking, an easy reminder that we were in the tropics. I had kicked off my blanket at some point doing the night, but it didn't help at all. A quick glance to the side showed me that Matt wasn't there. That was odd. I tried to recall last night. Even though I didn't feel hung over, last night wasn't completely clear to me. I recalled that I had gone to bed earlier, but not that Matt had followed me at any point. I must have fallen asleep before that. Maybe he had just realized he couldn't sleep in this heat and gone somewhere else to spend the night. His blankets where here though. Absently I stuck my hand, down my underwear as boys do. I usually slept in underwear at home, so it wasn't unusual for me. At that moment I realized I had a morning stiffie. Not unusual either. I started to rub myself, just a little, while getting myself together to get up and leave the tent. I didn't want to sleep anymore. Then the idea hit me. I was alone in the tent and no one was going to bother me. With my free hand I crammed my black boxer briefs down around my knees and looked down at myself. My brown skin was very shadowy in the dim greenish light. My exposed, hard, thirteen-year-old, wiener was pointing towards my head as I pealed the foreskin back just a little bit, though not enough to free much of the head. The part of the head that was exposed was moist and dark pink. I wondered when I would start growing hair around it. Then I took a full hand grip on it, and started masturbating, just like Matt had shown me. I thought about Matt while I pleasured myself. He and I had gone further than I ever thought I would. It dawned on me again, that he and I had actually had sex with each other. I wondered if anyone else in my class had had sex. I didn't think so, but I couldn't be sure. It didn't take long before I felt a tickle in my whole body, followed by a few squirts of clear, warm, liquid landing on my chest. After that I rested for a while. I felt so much more relaxed and care free after cumming. I took a little of my own cum up on my finger and examined it close to my face. Matt's cum had been white, completely white. Mine was clear and glassy but still white-ish. Maybe it was just because he was older, or maybe it was just different from person to person, or time to time. After a brief hesitation I licked the sperm off my finger, just out of curiosity. It was warm and just a little salty. I dried off the rest with a paper towel, there weren't that much to clean up, and went to zip down to the outside world. There was no one in the camp. I left my used underwear on my mattress and crawled outside. The warm morning air was supplemented by a gentle breeze which felt so good around my naked body. The air also carried he scent of saltwater and exotic plant life. It was a little like the smells in the rainforest house at the zoo, except it wasn't as damp.

I took a quick look around camp, just to see if Matt was here somewhere. In the idle days we had been here, the camp had been quite boring actually. I had a feeling that we could make it better somehow. I at least wished we had a hammock or something like that at least. Matt wasn't here either so I instead I decided to go for a stroll. With any luck I would bump into him, or someone else, though the rest was probably in their beds. Heck maybe they had fallen asleep somewhere else, they were up pretty late and they were drinking. Or maybe, just maybe, he was visiting the rock again. Knowing him he would go there to take care of business if he had to, even though I would be fine with him doing it in the tent. Maybe he would have even let me hold his big cock in my hand again. The thought made me shiver and I pushed it away. I went in-between the clutches of bamboo and the spread-out palm trees. I wasn't sure I could find the rock again even if I tried. I had the impression this island was bigger than I had first thought, maybe it was just an illusion with all the tight lush forest in the island. I also had a feeling that there was something special about this island. I felt different when I was here, but maybe it as just what happened when you spend a few days in nature. I picked up a stick of bamboo, and held it in one hand, like a spear. Maybe if I just went for a hunt, I would find the stone. I restarted on of my small games. I wasn't Sebastian the scrawny kid. I was Sebastian the great primeval hunter from the stone age. If I wanted meat for dinner, I had to go and hunt it. The fact that I was naked only added to the illusion, and soon I was completely emerged in my fantasy. This time I used some mud to make drawings on my skin as I thought a great hunter would. For a short while I wished I had a loincloth or something like it, but then again, a stone age hunter wouldn't care if he where naked, when it was hot outside, so why should I. I went looking for one of the places I knew was out here. I managed to find the big stone, where Matt had let me play with his huge dick. But no one was here. The stone still had white spots of sperm on it, quite a lot of it actually. For a short moment I entertained the thought of jerking off again, just to see how much sperm I could cover the stone in. But I didn't really want to, since it had been less than 20 minutes since last I did it. I decided to come back here next time I wanted to cum, with or without Matt. I walked away and started heading the direction of what I thought was the garden with the weird fruits and the rock with the painting on them. I suddenly stopped as I heard something. It could only be a voice... a singing voice. I shook my head, this wasn't real. It must have been the wind or something. Then I heard it even stronger, it was there and it was definitely singing. The voice was beautiful, even though I didn't recognize the song. It couldn't be Matt though; his voice was far deeper than this one. In fact, I didn't think anyone on this island could sing like that. There was only one way to find out, I had to hunt whoever sang, down. When I got closer, I could hear the sound of the ocean, mixing in with the song, and then I saw him. Jake that shy Asian boy that had arrived yesterday was walking along the beach. He was all alone with his gaze went out towards the sea. He was wearing the same Pokémon t-shirt as yesterday and the same shorts as well. His long hair was being captured by the wind, and he was singing. The words weren't in English, so I didn't understand what he sang.

I didn't reveal myself though. I was the great hunter stalking from the bushes. Besides I didn't want him to stop singing. I followed him for a while, only moving when I had to. It was fun but when it was clear he wasn't heading anywhere in particular; it wasn't much of a thrill. All he did was throw stones in the ocean, look at flowers or other things, all while either singing or humming. At one point when I was moving, he suddenly looked right in my direction. I figured he must have heard me, so I instinctively hid behind a rock. We had reached the part of the island where the sandy beach connected with the smooth rocky terrain and ascended to higher ground.

I sat with my back against the cool stone, listening to the beating of my own heart, and for any movements.

"H-hello?" I heard a careful voice after several seconds of silence. I had hoped he would just brush it off as nothing, but I wasn't that lucky. I decided to come forward. I didn't want him to think anything dangerous was lurking in here. With all the things he had been though since we had come to the islands, I wouldn't blame him if he was nervous.

"It's just me." I said. Peaking my head up from behind the stone. He looked at me with a suspicious and frightened look.

"Are you spying on me?" He asked, voice trembling.

"No" I said a little too quickly, unconsciously pressing myself closer to the rock between us.

"Then what?" He asked, it was like he was afraid to look at me, and instead preferred to look somewhere to my left. He was so timid it was heart wrenching.

"Nothing really. I just heard someone sing... and it was really good... and it was you." I said very quickly. My rush to calm and reassure him was making me incoherent.

The Asian boy blushed and looked away.

"You heard me sing..? Sorry." He said.

"Why apologize? It's not like it's illegal to sing. Besides it was pretty good."

"No it wasn't. I didn't want anyone to hear." He said and turned away, a few steps.

I stepped out from behind the stone and followed him, a little baffled about his reaction.

"Wait no, I'm sorry." I said. "But it's ok I swear." I put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, I didn't want our first meeting to be an awkward rejection like this.

"Please just leave... arh!" he said. He spun around facing me, and immediately fell backwards landing on his butt.

"Dude sorry." I said stretching out my hand to help him up, but he was averting his gaze and blushing. As soon as I realized what was wrong, he said it.

"You... You're naked!" Shuttering voice. Like an idiot, I looked down myself. In truth I had completely forgotten that fact.

"Oh yea... sorry." I said. Unsure how to approach this. "I guess I forgot."

Jake made a huffing sound, but took my hand, still unwilling to look at me, not even my face.

"How do you forget that." He asked. "What are you even doing out in the nude?"

"Well..." I said. Scratching the back of my head uncomfortably. Him being like this made me quite a bit self-conscious. "I was out here, all alone and I didn't wanna wake anyone up so I took a walk." I started, in a futile attempt to explain myself. "Then I heard you sing and..."

"Yes, I get that part." He said, maybe a hint of irritation in his voice. "But why are you like that" He gestured with his and towards my groin area, still not looking at me. "I get that it's hot out here, but jeez." It was amazing how the situation was turned around, now it was me that felt short of words. At least I got him talking, and I felt I needed to explain.

"You see, it was when Jacob and Martin started skinny dipping, then we all kinda started doing it." I said in an almost apologetic tone. "Since it was so hot and it was just us on the island, we never really got it back on and then I guess we just got used to it." I said. It wasn't completely true, but it would make sense to an outsider.

"Ok, I guess." Jake said. There was a silence between us. The awkwardness was back.

"Well I was gonna go explore, you can come with if you want." I suggested. "You can't really go further from here without climbing, but we can go inland. There are a few very nice places, you should see." He looked up at me, taking care to look me in the eyes.

"No thanks, I think I need to be alone." He said. I nodded and lifted my hand.

I went back in between the bamboo stalks, and started heading in a new direction. I knew that I could follow the rocks and find the same pond I had discovered with Matt the day before yesterday.

"Wait!" I heard a voice behind me yell. It was Jake that came rushing throught he undergrowth. I turned and smiled back at him

"Changed your mind?" I asked.

"Yea." He said. "I'm sorry, I was just a little freaked out."

"Don't worry about it." I said. "Does it bother you that I am naked?" We started walking, and I quickly stopped paying attention to the direction.

"Maybe a little." He said, still reluctant to look anywhere else but my face. "Any chance I could persuade you to put something on - Just some underwear maybe?"

I shook my head.

"Nope. You have no idea how good this feels." I said. "Besides, I don't wanna wake everybody up by rustling through the camp." Jake didn't look to happy with my answer but said nothing.

"There is one more reason." I followed up. I wasn't sure if I should mention it, but I decided that Jake was the kind of guy who might understand.

"I don't think we are supposed to wear clothes here. It feels wrong somehow." I said. Jake looked at me a little puzzled.

"What the heck does that mean?" He asked.

"As I said, it's just a feeling I have." I said. It was true though. Whenever I wore clothes I didn't feel nearly as good as I did without. A feeling I had not ever had before I came here at all. When I had worn clothes last night, they had felt like every nerve in my skin was itching and irritated. Even just wearing underwear had been uncomfortable. Had I really gotten so used to being naked in only two short days? No that didn't seem right.

"Maybe it's because of the sun." Jake suggested. Even though you have dark skin you aren't as dark as Andre is. Maybe it's like a sunburn that messes with your skin and make clothes uncomfortable. I've tried that before."

"I've been wearing sunscreen." I said. "And it's not anything like that. Can't you feel this island just invites you to enjoy nature as a part of it?"

"Not really, I hate being outside." Jake said, kicking a small round stone on the ground, with a frowning expression, hands in his pockets.

"Come on." I said. A little exasperated. I really wanted Jake to understand. The fact that he was uncomfortable with my nakedness felt weird.

"Try looking around imagine yourself back in time, back when this was all there where and all you had to wear was either what you had killed or nothing at all." I said raising my arms and gesturing around me. "You have ancestors who lived all their lives outside, wearing no more clothes than I am right now. Doesn't that fascinate you?" I asked. "When I am out here, I can feel a little of what I imagine they must have felt."

Jake was looking at me, fascinated. He had completely forgotten to be embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Really? That's pretty cool." He said. "You sound like you go camping a lot." He said.

"No not really." I admitted. "I used to be a boy scout, and my parents have taken me camping a few times, but nothing really exciting. Nothing like this at all." I said.

"Isn't it a little weird this camp." Jake said, as we started walking again, away from the camp further into the island. "We are just being dumped on the island, all by ourselves with no supervision at all."

"Not really, we have Matt. He is great." I said. "He is no leader, but he is responsible." I said.

"You got lucky." Jake mumbled. "We didn't get a leader we got a dictator."

"Was it that bad?" I asked. "Curious about what had been going on, on the other island.

"Worse. Everyone was nice at first but our camp leader wanted us to serve him." I looked confused.

"And why not just tell him to go fuck himself?" I asked.

"You wouldn't if you had seen him, he was enormous. I'm glad he is being send home." He sounded so bitter it was scary.

"So, did you have any girls on your island?" I asked. "I saw there was girls on the trip down here, but I don't know if they are separated from us.

"We had one." Jake said "Dandelion or just Dand for short. She looked like an amazon, taller than Andre." He said. "She ended up in a fight with our leader."

"Wow, that's..." I said, but trailed off. I wasn't really sure what it was.

We suddenly reached the part of the island where the forest part separated from the rocky part. A sloped surface of smooth rock accented up worth. I looked up to take in the amazing view.

"This island is amazing." I heard Jake next to me. "Do you think there is a peak somewhere?" He asked.

"I bet the natives had their caves around this part of the island." I said. "It looks like the perfect place."

"There were natives here?" Jake asked. "I thought these were untouched islands." He turned to look at me seeming genuinely surprised. I grinned at him.

"No there were actually natives here." I said. "It said so in the notes we got from the councilors. We also found their cave paintings, they are amazing."

"Wooooow" Jake said. "That's epic. I bet this island would be great for role-playing games."

I looked at him. "You like role-playing? "I asked. He nodded. "It's so awesome, but my parents don't let me do it."

"Why not?" I asked. That sounded like a weird thing to forbid.

"They are religious, and my mom don't like that it has magic in it." He said. "And my dad thinks its gonna give me autism." He said. "But I do it anyway." The last part he whispered, as if his parents could hear him.

"That sucks, but hey they aren't here right? What is your favorite class?" I asked, sitting down on a smooth bolder.

"The wizard" He said immediately. "That the coolest class ever, you can solve all problems with magic." He said. "What about you?"

"Hmmm... Barbarian." I said. "Or maybe druid." I lied down on my stomach feeling the heat from the stone while the sunrays slicked over my backside. "A barbarian is so strong and tough he can handle anything, but the druid can become a powerful bear if someone bothers him." I said.

"Or become a bird and fly away if it gets too tough." Jake finished. "That is an awesome class too." He said. Jake had found a piece of white stone and had started drawing on the smooth rock next to him. I, on the other hand, were just lying on the stone, twitting a piece of grass between my fingers. Just looking at the other boy work, even though I couldn't see what he was drawing. The fact that I was naked and the initial awkwardness had vanished. "So, if you like wizards, I bet you are a Potterhead right?" I said.

"Yea right." Jake said sarcastically. "Like my parents are gonna let me read that." He said. "I've heard they are good, but haven't gotten a chance yet."

"I have the first book with me, if you want to read it." I said. "I am a huge fan, so I thought I would read it again."

"Are you serious?" Jake said. "That would be amazing." I smiled at him, his face was lit up with a smile, completely banishing the scared, lonely boy that had arrived at the island last night.

"So, what are you drawing anyway." I asked and got up from my prone position.

"Come see." He said. And waved me closer. The drawing was crude, as you would expect from a few minutes of sketching with a rock on another rock. Even so it was actually quite good. It was a figure of a man, with his back turned leaning against something that could be an axe. The man had clearly muscled on his upper body. He was also naked with firm, clearly defined, butt cheeks.

"Wow, that's pretty good." I said.

"Thanks." Jake said. "It's you as a barbarian."

"Naked and everything" I said teasingly.

"Hey it's easier to draw that way, and besides I thought that is how you would be. Given that you are buck bare right now."

I giggled feeling only a little ashamed at teasing him.

"You are probably right." I said. "Gorm the barbarian doesn't like clothes when its hot outside."

"Gorm?" Jake asked, giggling.

"What, that is a great barbarian name." I said defensively.

"I know, it just sounds funny." He said. "Then my name is Sylvis the wizard." He proclaimed. "Venturing the lands in search of arcane truths."

"Nice, but then you need something." I said. "Just a sec." I ran into the bamboo forest for a moment and looked around till I found what I needed. A bamboo stick at about the same height as me, and a shorter one about the length of my leg. I returned with what I had gathered and handed the long one to Jake.

"A wizard should carry a staff." I said, my voice suddenly deep and masculine. "I will carry my battle-axe, in case we run into something nasty in the mountains. Tell me wizard Sylvis what is our quest." I said. My voice theatrically crude. Jake paused for a moment thinking for a bit, before answering.

"The natives long past, who live in these very mountains carried many an arcane secret." He said. His voice sophisticated and tinny. We must find and record them, but the road is dangerous, and I shall need you to guide me." Jake improvised.

"Very well." I said. "Follow me up worth then."

Immersed in this fantasy we started climbing up through the smooth cliffs. Being the tracker, I took point and we continued to converse, developing our characters on the fly. Turned out while my character Gorm had been an orphan left to fend for himself in the wilds, Sylvis was actually a nobleman with many siblings who had decided to flee his homestead and lands rather than compete with his siblings for the Jarl title.

"Hold." I said, suddenly lowering my voice in alarm. Jake stopped in his tracks, so immersed in the fantasy that it was almost instinct.

"Look." I said. Pointing around the corner of a stone large enough to conceal us from whatever might be on the other side. "Kobolds" I explained. Jake took a careful look around. Obviously, there was nothing behind the stone, but in the roleplaying game, a group of small draconic creatures was camping.

"How many." I asked in a hushed tone.

"I count six." Jake improvised. "Trackers or hunters maybe. They are malicious and will kill us on sight."

"Then we better take them out." I said, my voice deep and masculine. Jake nodded. I took a hold of my 'axe' and raised it over my head and charged out from behind the rock, yelling at the top of my lungs. With the axe I swung at only the air, but in my mind my giant axe was hammering into the small evil creatures. I had made a few good swings before I heard Jake yell

"Lightning bolt!" supposable frying one or two kobolds to a crisp. The battle lasted a couple of minutes with me swinging my 'axe' around while Jake cast a number of different spells at the enemy. I finished off the last enemy with a final downward swing of my weapon.

"Are you injured Gorm?" Jake asked.

"Nothing but a few scratches." I said, then spat on the ground. Something the real me would never do. But it felt more manly that way.

"Look the last one is still alive." I said. "Let me just finish him off, and we can keep going." I raised my weapon but Jake stopped me.

"Wait, maybe he can tell us where we need to look." he said.

"You can speak their language?" I asked, with a skeptically. For one who didn't get much practice. Jake was great at role-playing.

"Of cause I do. I am a scholar after all." He answered and kneeled down.

He had short conversation with the imaginary kobold, with some lizard-like made up words before returning to talking with me.

"The kobold says that way." Jake pointed. "I promised we will let him live, in exchange for the information." I just nodded.

"You go ahead, I need to pee." Jake said, his voice returning to normal.

"No problem I'll wait." I said. Leaning against the rock we had been hiding behind.

"No." He said. "Can you just go ahead. I can't do it when you are there."

"Why not, you don't have to be shy around me." I said. I wiggled my hips to underline my point, but Jake started averting his gaze from me.

"I can't I am pee shy." He said. "I can't pee if you are looking." I shrugged and started walking in the direction he had pointed before. I was a little disappointed. I kind of wanted to see his dick. I wasn't sure why, but Matt had awakened a curiosity for other boys' private parts that I hadn't known I had before. As soon as I was out of sight, I could hear the other boy zip down his pants. I hesitated before peeking out. I had to see if I could catch a glimpse, even though I didn't expect to see anything. I was wrong though. Jake was apparently the kind of boy who pulled his pants and underwear all the way down when peeing. So even though he was standing with his back turned. His round boy butt was fully visibly to me. My heart started beating faster by the sight of the half-naked boy I was spying on. I heard the soft trickle of him peeing mixed with a low tuned of Jake humming. When he was done, he bent over briefly exposing his hole between the cheeks. I could feel the blood rushing to my dick and panicked a little retracting my head, and started to speed walk away to make it look like I had kept going. Meanwhile I tried thinking very unsexy thoughts to make my dick go down. Luckily when Jake caught up with me my penis had gone sufficiently flaccid to make it not embarrassing. No matter what Thor had said, I still found it a little embarrassing to have a boner, mostly because it was the new guy I was around, but I also weren't quite comfortable with it even, with the others.

"You know you don't have to be shy around me, right?" I said. Not using the role-playing voice.

He gave a short mumbling answer, that sounded like. "You don't say." All though I wasn't quite sure. Maybe this had been a little much, given what he had been though. I decided to go back into the role again. He had seemed happy and even cheerful when we had been pretending to be someone else.

A few minutes of half walking half climbing over smooth, sun heated rocks we came to a halt, at a difficult climb. I was climbing first since it felt natural for my role as the guide. The sun had now risen completely and the heat had started to build up. It wasn't just the difficulty of our further progression that had made me stop. Something even more interesting had caught my eye.

"Why have you stopped?" Jake asked, in his ethereal tone of voice, indicating he was still playing.

I looked back down at him, as he was making his way up to me.

"The next part might be a little difficult." I said in the raw masculine tone of voice, I had been using. "But I think we are getting close, look." I said, pointing towards what I had seen. Jake looked over at the smooth ledge I was pointing at, just high enough so you couldn't see up over it. Maybe the bigger guys, Thor, Matt or Andre could do it, but Jake and I were too small. But what had actually caught my eyes were not the ledge itself, but what was painted on it.

On the light gray bare cliff was a painting of a boy, with his back turned against the viewer. As with all the other native paintings the boy was completely naked, and painted in amazing detail. Even the shades and crevices of his back was so lifelike that I could have easily mistaken the painting for a real person, if I had only seen a glimpse of it. The native boy was painted attempting to climb the ledge, with one foot on the ground. The knee on his other leg was bend, lifted above his waist trying to get a foothold on some nonexistent crevice in the cliff. The leg poses exposed part of his balls and the tip of his penis behind him, making my heart beat a little faster with excitement. Luckily my excitement didn't start to show. The arms of the boy were stretched over his head, grabbing a hold of the ledge above him as if he was trying to haul himself up there, but had difficulties.

"Huh?" Jake said, almost like he didn't believe me, when he saw the painting. He made a startled jump as if he had just heard a sudden loud noise or something.

"Holy cow that scared me." He said, looking at the artwork as if he didn't believe his own eyes.

"Easily startled?" I said, in character.

"Not usually." Jake replied in kind. "But I do admit this got the jump on me." He tilted his head as he regarded the piece of art in front of him.

"Incredibly lifelike, I have never seen anything like it." Jake said. "For a minute I thought it was an actual person. He moved closer to inspect it. The sunlight was hitting it directly, so the figure was fully illuminated.

"I have." I said. "There are some more in the forest. I didn't think there would actually be anymore around here." Jake looked at me.

"I wonder if those are native pictures or if it was put here later." Jake. "I can't believe the detail." He ran his fingers over the painted boys back.

"I think they are genuine, no one would go through this much trouble, just for our benefit." I said. "Look" I said, stepping closer. "This boy is naked, and has a tattoo on his arm, right here." I pointed to one of the up stretched arms. A dark tattoo that looked was painted on the boy's right forearm. It looked like it would have circled the entire circumference of the arm if it had been on a real boy, and one side of the circle, the one facing towards the boy's hand, had an uneven jiggered pattern.

"I see, you think it means something or is it just decoration?" Jake asked.

"I think it means that this is not just a painting. This is a portrait of someone who has been here." I said. "No one just draws a random naked boy on a stone wall, on an island like this."

"Wow." Jake said. "That's so cool." We both stared at the boy for a moment longer before Jake asked.

"Why do you think he is naked?" He seemed shy, to even to ask. I thought about it for a moment, before answering.

"Maybe for the same reason I am." I said. "The natives probably didn't have a reason to be clothed in the first place. Maybe they didn't even have fabric."

Jake nodded and made a sound indicating what I said made sense.

"I have seen documentaries about native tribes in South America, whom are also naked all the times, or at least wear very little clothing." I continued. "I bet it's the same thing here. But I also think it's more than that." Jake looked weirdly at me.

"What does that mean?" He said, a little dryly.

"I told you. It doesn't feel right to wear clothes here, it just doesn't." I said.

"And I told you that, that didn't make sense." He retorted; it was clearly an uncomfortable topic for him. But in all fairness, he had been the one to start it. "I think we should follow him."

"What?" Jake said.

"You know, we could follow him up there." I pointed. "Maybe there is a reason he is painted here. To lead the way."

Jake looked up the ledge was pretty high up for two scrawny teenagers like us. But then again, we weren't really two scrawny teenagers, but a huge barbarian and a crafty wizard.

"Maybe if I gave you a boost." I suggested. "Then you can try and pull me up." Jake nodded but added.

"Maybe it's better the other way around, you are stronger than I am, so you will have an easier time pulling me up." He said. It felt weird being described as strong, by anyone. And the compliment made me blush a little.

"Ok." I said and broke eye contact. While I got ready, Jake kneeled down and cupped his hands, so I had a stepping board. I took a step back, to have more momentum, then set off. In a few seconds it seemed like we wouldn't make it. I flung my arms over the edge and fought to get a grip. I was painfully and aware that my dick was accidentally pressed against something fleshy, that could only be Jakes cheek. To Jakes credit he didn't let go. I panicked a little over the embarrassment of having my junk against Jakes face, and fought like a mad man for a few seconds to get a hold on something. Then by a stroke of luck my hand caught something, it felt like a crack in the stone, and I had something to haul myself up with. As I pulled with all might, Jake pushed up on my foot. Maybe it was just the strong incentive to get my dick out of his face. Whatever it was, it worked. The next thing I knew I had tumbled onto the warm rocky surface. It took me a few seconds to gather myself. There was something odd about the sounds up here. There was a distinct sound of something very familiar on the air. The muffled sound of splashing water and a breeze of hot, very humid air rushed over my back and bare butt. Slowly and with a weird feeling in my body, I got to my feet. The sight that met me was unbelievable. Not two meters in front of me was a huge basin of water, surrounded at all other sides by large walls of rock that formed another ledge, several meters further up. A thick mist covered the water, making the furthest wall of the pool invisible and only discernable further up the cliff. The most amazing part was the constant stream of water that fell into the pool from a crevice in the rock several meters up, running down the smooth stone and falling into the pool that was at least fifteen meters across. The sound was apparently muffled by thick fog that lay over the pool. The second thing I registered was a wall of heat that hit my body from the front this time. It was so intense that I staggered. It occurred to me that the fog wasn't fog at all. It was steam. I stared at the unbelievable scenery in front of me. What in the world was this place? This was something straight out of a fairytale. I half expected there to be nymphs playing in the water or something like that.

"Seb?!" A voice called, from somewhere behind me. The call snapped me out of my wonder. Jake sounded both curious and maybe a little worried. But of cause he couldn't see neither me nor fantastic sight in front of me.

"Yes." I yelled back. With difficulty I tore my eyes from the pool, almost afraid it would be gone if I looked away. I got on my knees and looked over the ledge down at the confused Jake.

"Next time I give you a boost, please wear pants." He said, rubbing his chin where my dick had touched it, as if to get the feel of it, off.

"Never mind that." I said, excitedly. "Get up here, you have to see this.

"What?" Jake said. He stopped rubbing his chin and looked at me. "What is up there?"

"Just grab my hand." I said. I kneeled down next to the ledge and reached down with my hand towards him. Hesitantly he grabbed it, and started hoisting. I did likewise but it was no use. Jake was surprisingly light, but my awkward position made it impossible.

"Let's try something else." Jake said. "Be ready to grab my hand."

With a few steps back Jake made a running start and approached the wall with a dash of speed. Then with one foot on the wall, for leverage, Jake jumped up reaching for my hand. I caught his wrist and he caught mine. Then with a single well timed pull of all might, I dragged him the last of the way up. I fell over backwards and landed on my back, with Jake landing on top of me. "Wow, hi." Jake said after a few seconds of staring into my eyes, only millimeters from my face.

In the seconds he was on top of me, I felt how thin and feather light his body was. Then he rolled off me and set his eyes on the wonder before us.

"Wooow" He said. "What is this place?" He stood up and walked all the way to the edge of the water. I got to my feet as well, watching him take in the sight.

Without a word, Jake slowly reached down and touched the water with his hand, drawing it back immediately.

"Ouch." He said, but he didn't retract his hand. "It's hot..." he turned to me. "It must be a hot spring. Those are all over the place in Japan."

I looked at him. Then down at the obviously steaming hot water. I reached out and touched the water. Immediately I wanted to retract my hand, as the hot water scolded my skin. It was just a little bit too hot for comfort, so I pulled out my hand again.

"Ouch." I said. "How is that even possible?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer but I wanted to be sure.

"This must be a volcanic island." Jake said. That also explains why there is this tall peak on one side of the island, while the rest is so lush.

"When you say volcanic, does that mean that there is a volcano here?" I asked. "Not sure I like the sound of that."

"It means you are standing on one." Jake answered, smirking at me. He sat down on the rock lowering his feet slowly into the hot water. "Uh... aaaaah." He said, looking satisfied. "Don't be nervous though. Most volcanos are dormant, there is no reason to suspect that this will erupt anytime soon, if it will at all." I mumbled a vague response, but didn't argue. I knew next to nothing about volcanoes, but he seemed to know a lot about the subject. I sat down next to him; legs crossed.

"Is that safe?" I said. "I mean..."

"Should be fine." Jake said. "In fact, in Japan, hot springs are thought to have healing properties. They can also help with emotional problems or be the vector for spiritual awakening."

"Wow..." I said. "I had no idea. Tryingly I stuck out one foot and slowly sank it into the scolding water. I hissed between clenched teeth as the hot water tickled my legs. The water was alive with thousands of little bubbles tickling my feet and shins. "So, do you live in Japan or what?" I asked.

"No, I live in the US, I just come there often. My grandparents live there." He said.

"You go to hot springs often then?" I asked.

"Sometimes. But not really anymore." He said. I was silent for a moment. Jake didn't say much unless we spoke about his interests, I had noticed. Then I started lowering myself further into the water, inch by inch. I hesitated just when my privates, that weren't so private any more, was just a few millimeters from the surface of the hazy active water. This was always the hard part, since this was the most sensitive area. Finally, I pulled myself together and slid completely into the water. The feeling was astonishing. I still had a tight grip on the edge, because the unclear water made it impossible to see the bottom. But I discovered that the water only went to my belt area. I lowered myself all the way into the water. My body was completely surrounded by fizzling milky water, it was like being tickled with a million tiny feathers at once all over my body. "uuhhh." I said giggling like a schoolgirl. "It feels so ticklish." Especially my dick and balls were sensitive to the bubbling hot water that I had to clamp both my hands over them, until I got used to it. When I had gotten more used to the sensation, I leaned back against the smooth stone and sighed deeply.

"This is so relaxing." I whispered, as I felt all tension in my body evaporate. I looked up and Jake who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

"Aren't you coming in?" I asked.

"No, I am just fine here." Jake said, not looking at me, but just sitting with closed eyes, like he was far away in his own mind.

"Come on it's amazing." I pushed. "You don't have to be shy, in fact you don't even have to take off your underwear or even your shorts, so what if they get wet you just have to try this."

Jake breathed deeply and opened his eyes, he looked at me like I was dumb.

"You don't wear clothes in a hot spring at all, that is just not happening." He said. "Besides it's not just you seeing my... thing... I don't like taking off my shirt either.

"What is wrong with being bare chested, it's not like you're a girl." I said.

"So, what!" Jake said aggressively. "I just don't like it. I'll take off my shorts if you want me to strip so badly but the shirt stays, and you don't go into a hot spring with clothes on, unless it's a fudoshi. So, it ain't happening!" He said. He turned his head sternly away from me and didn't say anything else. After a few seconds of icy silence that not even the hot spring could reheat Jake pulled his legs out of the water and stood up.

"I am going back to the camp; the others must be awake by now." He said. "I'll leave you to your wellness." He said, in a cold tone. He started going over to the edge to jump down.

"Wait!" I said quickly standing up and scrambling out of the water. I managed to grab his arm just as he was about to scoot down the ledge to the platform below.

"It's ok if you wanna go back but please don't be mad at me. I am sorry if I pressured you but I just want to be your friend. And you look like there is nothing you want more than to soak in that hot spring. What could you possibly have that I haven't seen before?"

"Jake looked up at me, he didn't retract his arm, he didn't try to leave he just looked at me with a tormented face.

"I do have something, but it's not very pleasant to look at." He said, very quietly. "Please don't make me. I don't want you to see it."

I smiled at him.

"Don't be silly, whatever it is I am sure you are making it worse than it is." I said encouragingly. I didn't know what he meant, but I was sure that whatever it was, it couldn't be that bad. I dragged him to his feet until he stood in front of me, looking down and to the side, holding his left upper arm with his right hand.

"You don't have to show me." I said, putting both hands on his shoulders. "But at least tell me what it is. This is obviously troubling you." I tried caching his eyes but he avoided mine.

It took a moment before he said or did anything. Then he slowly grabbed a hold on the right armhole and pulled out his right arm from the sleeve. Then he slowly grabbed the lower rim of his T-shirt and pulled the fabric up over his right shoulder, keeping it halfway on. His eyes were clenched as if this was emotionally painful to do. Jake was slender and thin, but not so much that you could see his ribs. In fact, he looked like a boy that puberty was transforming into quite a handsome young man. My eyes were immediately drawn to the thing that Jake was afraid to show anyone. Covering his right breast was the scar after a huge burn mark, leaving a light-colored patch over his olive skin. In addition, he had a long surgical scar just above his nipple.

"Wow, dude" I said. "What happened?" I asked. Jake started sobbing quietly. "It was three years ago on a camp out with my class. Two bigger guys started chasing me around the bonfire and... and I ended up falling into the fire." He started sobbing and sniffing louder. "A branch stabbed me right here." He pointed to the scar - and I had to go to the hospital - and now I am gonna look like a freak forever" He started crying loudly. I was stunned. He was so fragile and scared over this. I did the only thing I thought was right. I embraced him. Not caring that I was naked and wet. I just held him close in my arms. We stood like that for a long time. My hand on his back, moving slightly up and down, the other on the back of his head. His arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. He was just a few inches shorter than me, so I pressed my mouth against his hair as my mother and my grandmother always did when I hugged them. I said nothing. There was no need to.

After a long time, Jake talked into my shoulder, with a weak voice. "I was so afraid, on that other island. I was so scared that they were gonna hurt me. They did horrible things. Said horrible things to each other, and me." He sobbed. "You guys are all so nice to me, especially you." He said.

"Of cause we are." I whispered into his hair. "We aren't like them, and we don't hurt people. Especially not our friends. And for what it's worth, I think that scar looks badass." My last words make Jake snicker which made me smile. Slowly Jake let go of me, letting the intimate moment pass. He averted his gaze again, this time looking a little embarrassed. I didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about, but I could see why he would feel that way. Boys weren't supposed to show that kind of feelings, that is how I was raised. 'Fuck that' I thought.

"What do you say you lose the rest of that T-shirt and come soak with me?" I said. "You deserve it." Jake looked down himself and tore off the awkwardly halfway worn Pokémon T-shirt. He drew in a long breath and sighed deeply

"I haven't been shirtless outside for ages, it feels so great." He said.

"Then just wait till you get naked." I said. "It's a whole new feeling of freedom. Going back to the way things are supposed to be."

I saw Jake reach for the rim of his shorts but then stopped. I already had both feet in the basin, but stopped and looked back at him.

"What is it?" I said.

"It's just. I haven't been naked with others for a long time." He said. "Not even my father has seen me naked in three years. I am just not sure..." He trailed off. I knew what he meant; puberty had changed a few things. Things that felt embarrassing to a teenager.

"Then leave the underwear. Honestly, I don't care just as long as you feel comfortable. This isn't Japan so who cares what you wear or don't wear in the hot spring." I scooted into the water, standing in the hot bubbly fluid and looked up at my newest friend.

"I know, but I care about that rule. Hot springs are sacred. It's fudoshi's or nothing."

"What is a fudoshi anyway?" I asked.

"Very skimpy, but surprisingly comfortable Japanese underwear." Jake answered. Looking at the water, as if fighting an inner fight.

"I can go and come back in a few minutes, so you can try the water." I suggested. "But I have a better Idea." Jake looked back at me, listening for my suggestion.

"From where you stand, you can't see my dick right?" I asked.

"I guess not." Jake answered, with a voice that told me he wanted me to get to the point. It was also only true on a technicality. True enough the milky, bubbly water was hiding my actual dick and balls but my pubic area and hips and, if I turned around, the top of my butt crack were clearly visible over the surface. I was sure that if I had stood somewhere different on the uneven bottom, the top of my shaft would be visible, but there was no need to mention that.

"So we will do it like this. I will turn around and check the other side of the pond. Then you can take your time getting into the water, and I won't even be able to tell if you are in the nude or not." I told him.

"I don't know..."He began. But I cut him off. "Going now." I grinned, and with that I turned around, sank down into the water so only my head stuck up, and started moving towards the spot where the water hit the surface. When I got closer the sound of the splashing water got louder. As it turned out the waterfall wasn't hitting the water directly but rather was hitting a large flat stone that was sitting just a centimeter below the waterline. Making more muffled splashing sounds, which partially explained why we hadn't heard it before we saw it. I held still for a while, listening to the sound of the water. Though the splashing I could also hear the signature sounds a human made, when they were slowly getting in to a body of water that was just a little too hot for comfort. The thought of Jake had stripped naked and was now in the same pool as me, filled me with a new kind of excitement. I knew I had felt something like it earlier, not sure when, but it wasn't quite the same anyway. Still with my back turned I crawled up onto the stone and tried going in under the shower of water. I Immodestly walked out again with a gasp. The water struck like a torrent and made me sway, but it was also hotter than the water in the pool. I gasped a few times and before I wiped the water out of my eyes, but when I opened my eyes everything had changed. I had walked thought the water stream to the other side and was awestruck by what I saw.

"JAKE JAKE!" I said a few minutes after when I ran back thought the waterfall and came out on the other side where the Japanese boy was sitting with his back against the edge, eyes closed. He was clearly far away in his own relish, but opened his eyes as soon as he heard me.

"What?" He said, sounding like someone who didn't want to be dragged out of bed.

"I found something, come look you have to see this." I said as I waded towards my new friend.

"Don't come closer." Jake said, suddenly aware. Under the water, I was sure he clamped both hands over his dick.

"Don't worry I can't see a thing, come on you need to see this." I said excitingly.

"Ok, but don't look." He said, and still submerged in the water, followed me to the other end of the pool. When I reached the stone with the waterfall I climbed up and without hesitating, went through the waterfall. Jake simply swam around the stone, but stopped as soon as he had reached the point where he could see what I had seen.

Behind the waterfall was a completely smooth inward curving wall of stone. The barely submerged rock I was standing on widened out into a completely smooth stone floor, covered in two centimeters of water. The cave itself was unreal. It didn't even seem possible that it was formed naturally, even though I knew that is had to be. But the most incredible thing in here, was the boys painted on the wall. There were eight of them in total, all drawn in so perfect detail, that they could have been alive people pressed flat and glued to the wall. The wall depicted the very pool we were swimming in, with the outside part at one end, the waterfall in the middle and this mysterious part we were in now, hidden in plain sight. All of the boys depicted were naked, as the others I had seen. Two of them were clearly older than the others, maybe 16 or 17 years old with full pubes. The others were either hairless down there, were beginning to grow pubes at the base of their shafts, or had hidden genitals due to their position. The one on the far left, the one who looked to be oldest, was standing on the edge were, Jake and I had first seen the hot spring. He was testing the water with his foot, a smile of bliss on his face. Next to him in the water was two younger boys roughhousing. One was lifting the other, while they played around. All the little imperfections in the boys' skin or on their body was shown, but drawn in a way that didn't make them less admirable but just made them look more alive. Even their penises had different sizes and shapes. This more than anything else suggested to me that this were individual depictions of boys who had actually lived and been on this island, playing in this water. In the middle were single boy depicted, a younger boy with just the hint of black pubic hair, standing directly in the waterfall, legs spread, eyes closed. He looked almost like he was in a meditative state, being washed off by the scalding water falling upon him. Inside the hidden part, the section that was still a submerged pool, an older boy was washing a younger boy with a piece of cloth. The intimate way the older boy was touching the younger while washing him, almost made me blush. In the surface it all looked innocent enough, but two boys couldn't touch each other that way in the prudish culture I had grown up in. Lastly in the part where the pool-floor was just a barely submerged surface. One boy was laying on his stomach his head turned towards the viewer, eyes closed. Another was sitting over him, a leg on each side, was massaging his back, with what I could only imagine was with utmost gentle movements. The water was painted with a light blue color, transparent so the viewer could see everything that went on in the water. The light being refracted thought the waterfall and the mix of steam and mist, made the picture look more alive than any other I had ever seen. It was like the massager was actually moving his hands back and forth. It was like the washer was moving the cloth up and down the inner thigh of the other boy. It was like the playing boys were moving subtly but unpredictably together and the older boy moving his foot further into the water, to test the temperature. Only the boy in the waterfall looked motionless, even though the water falling around him looked to be moving.

I heard a gasp of disbelief when Jake saw what I had seen.

"This is incredible." Jake said from his position in the water still, looking up at the marvel. I only looked at him shortly to see his expression before returning my gaze to the artwork. I noticed that all of the boys had little marks on their body, like the painting outside. Some had only one, others had multiple, the one giving massage had many, but there was no discernable pattern as to whom had what markings and how many they had.

I vaguely heard a splashing sound of a body leaving the water, and vaguely registered that someone was standing next to me. I was to fixated on the painting to fully note it.

"Looks like a great time." Jake said, his voice close behind me.

"The natives must have found this place and used it too." I said. "Wonder how long time ago it was. It could be thousands of years. I said.

"Or maybe just a few hundred, maybe even less." Jake said. The paint doesn't look faded at all. "But there is really no way to tell." I turned to look at his face as he wondered over the painting. He actually looked a lot like the boys there. They had the same skin color and the same general dark hair color, but without the characteristic oriental facial features. Then only now it registered in my brain. Jake was standing next to me butt naked. He had crawled out of the water to get a better view of the art and in the process had forgotten his bashfulness. Automatically, and more or less against my own will my eyes sought downward to check him out, but at the same moment he had realized the same thing as I had. I only got a shot glimpse of his cock, before his small hands clamped down over his privates.

"Don't look!" he yelled so his voice echoed against the stone. He was already crabbing sideways towards the water, when I said.

"Come on now. It's too late cat is out the bag." I giggled. "Why not just relax and get it over with." He stopped but he didn't move his hands.

"I mean, if not for your own sake, then for mine."

"Yours?" Jake retorted.

"Yea." I said. "I have found that I like being naked with others. Ever since I came to this island. I like the intimacy and loose attitude it brings. I want my friend to be comfortable around me, and I have found that there is no better way than being naked together. Even touching each other."

Jake looked at me with a bit of alarm in his eyes. I quickly clarified

"Not the dicks I mean... necessarily... just like our hug earlier. I was naked, you were half naked but we hugged anyway, because you needed it. It's just about comfort and there is nothing weird about it." I said. "I know it." I pointed to the painting. "And they knew it." I finished.

A few seconds went by and then Jake nodded. "Ok." He said. "I get it." With a serious expression, as if this was a moment of truth. He took a deep breath and removed his hands, standing up straight and spread his legs a little. Between Jakes legs dangled his manhood. It was long, longer than mine, even though it wasn't actually that big. It was about as thick as mine was but he had a few centimeters on me, for sure. His balls hung pretty low, but so did mine right now due to the intense heat in here. He exhaled deeply as if a great stone had been lifted.

"You are right." He said. "I feel so much better." I didn't answer at first, I was still taking in the sight. He was doing the same thing to me. I could feel it. I liked it. He was finally taking in the view of the thing he had been trying to avoid seeing this whole morning.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

"You bet." He said. "Who knew, that was what I needed." He said. We both laughed.

"Can I just say you look awesome?" Jake said. "Your dick looks amazing, and your body is fantastic. I feel like I have thought that all day." I smiled at him, his words meant a lot, because I knew he meant it.

"You wanna take a closer look?" I asked.

"You don't mind?" Jake retorted.

"No, not if I can look at you in return." I said. I moved closer to him. Even though we were talking about each other bodies, we really meant each other cocks. I knew that and he knew that. All boys have a fascination with dicks, their own and others. Especially me, after getting to explore all parts of Matt's body. We stood very close to one another now, facing each other, both looking down.

"Hold it up and let's compare." Jake said. "I think mine is longer." I took my dick in hand and he took his, holding them up next to each other. His long thin olive colored dick, foreskin barely covering the glands. He also had just a small hint of black pubic hair at the base of the rod. Next to my chocolate colored, just as thick, shorter and hairless cock. Almost touching each other.

"Yep yours is definitely longer." I said. Jake grinned.

"Just wait till it grows as big as Matt's." I said. Then you can't compete.

"Haven't seen the others" He said.

"Oh, you will." I retorted. "You wanna try and touch it?"

"Why not, might not ever get the chance again." He said. With gentle fingers he ran them over my smooth shaft. My whole body shivered at the touch. With no request I reached over and cupped his balls, I wanted to know how they felt. Jake made a little jump with surprise but didn't recoil.

"They are so heavy." I said.

"It's the heat." He said, and cupped mine in return, the touch made them tingle and shrink but it was in a good way. For a few minutes we felt each other up till we were all satisfied with the exploration.

I put my arm around him and said. "See, now we are not just good friends, we are best friends. I want to know everything about you." I said.

"Sounds good." He said. "Can I try and wash you, like that?" He asked and pointed to the painting. "I'll just use my T-shirt as washcloth."

"Why not." I said. "After that, I can wash you."

"I'd much rather have one of those massages." Jake grinned. I stuck out my tongue and nodded.

While Jake took a trip though the waterfall, to retrieve his T-shirt, I grabbed the opportunity to view his body from behind. I didn't exactly know how, but I had managed to peak the other boy's curiosity beyond his shyness. I would be lying if I said, that my personal curiosity and desire to explore hadn't been the main catalyst to this. In fact, ever since Matt had let me explore and play with his, far more developed body, I now wanted to look at other boys, and see how they stacked up. How they were different from me, and what they liked. But it was also in part because I knew how it felt to be shy, and what just a few days on this island had done much for me already. I wanted Jake to know that he could talk to me. It had always been me that felt like I needed this kind of help, and maybe Jake was also helping me a little. I slid back into the hot water and once again felt the warm tickling sensation, around my sensitive areas. Jake came back a few seconds after, with the improvised washcloth. He came out of the mist like a Japanese fairy, walking thought the water. The water was just high enough to cover the penis, but low enough to make it clear that he was still completely naked. He hadn't changed his mind. The old t-shirt was already soaked and dragged behind him.

"Turn around." He said. I send him a coy smile and complied, leaning forward over the edge to let him wash me. I heard him stir the T-shirt around in the water a few times, before he twisted it over my back, letting the water splash down my skin. Then he started scrubbing my back, with slow tender movements. I exhaled deeply letting a feeling of wellness spread though my body. I could still feel that Jake wasn't completely comfortable. He washed my back without shyness, but I could tell that he was being careful not to accidentally touch me with his genitals, he also didn't go too low on me with the washcloth. Needless to say, he didn't completely succeed. Every once in a while, the tip of his dick would accidentally touch my ass or my back. Every time it did, I felt the touch tinkle on my skin for several seconds. I wouldn't have objected to his dick touching my skin the whole time if that was convenient.

"Your dark skin looks so great when its wet, It's so glossy." Jake said softly. His small fingers ran slowly down my back, following the spine and making me shudder."

"All the little imperfections are completely invisible." He said. I gave an approving sound. I was so comfortable that I never wanted to leave this pool again. When he asked me to turn around to, he could wash my chest, I did so only reluctantly. My body was so relaxed that it took time moving. I moved a little so I was sitting on the stone that the boy in the painting was also sitting on, and leaned backwards on the stone. As soon as I moved, I noticed that the treatment had given me a massive boner. Now it was my turn to be a little shy. All the nudity and touching were so amazing to me, and I didn't want to ruin it. I wasn't sure if I still only saw this as bonding, if I had been foolish to ever tell myself that. Luckily the unclear milky water, didn't reveal that part of my body. Jake started by twisting the wet cloth over my bare chest before he started washing that as well. The skin on my chest and my abdomen was a lot more sensitive than on my back, so the tickling cloth made me snicker, just a little bit.

"Is this ok?" He asked, noticing my reaction.

"It's perfect, you're really good at this." I said. Encouraging him to continue. He did. With a hand tenderly behind my ear, he cleaned my neck and my chest. Then he moved further down around my ribcage and my stomach.

The way he was standing now, made sure his long thin dick was free of the water. It was so close to my face, that I could see every detail, even with half closed eyes. I could count the few strands of pubic hair that was starting to grow, right where his shaft connected with his body. I could see how the foreskin didn't completely cover his bright pink head. I could even see the little opening right on the tip of his dick. It was so different from mine. My foreskin was long and made my dick look pointy, his was tight and made his dick look round. I wanted to rub myself to the sight, my body simply yearned to do it, but I knew I couldn't. Instead I had to settle with slowly and covertly fondling my balls, under the water. Jake was now almost done with the treatment, but right as he was finishing with my lower abdomen under the water, his arm accidentally bushed over the tip of my cock.

"What was that?" Jake asked, he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Sorry that was me." I said. I could feel that I would be blushing, if I didn't have dark skin. "I think I accidentally got a stiffie. I hoped you wouldn't notice." I could see him blush as well.

"It's ok, I guess." He said, looking away. "I am done anyway."

I repositioned myself, as Jake sank down into the water again.

"No need to be shy about it. It happens all the time." I said.

"Yea I hate getting boners at random. It's so embarrassing..." He hesitated. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yea." I said.

"You remember when I had to pee before, right after we killed those kobolds." He said, shyly. He was still blushing and avoiding my eyes.

"I... I'm not actually pee shy. I just had a boner, but I really needed to go... And I didn't want you to see." He said. As soon as he said it, I couldn't help but smirk.

"Don't laugh, I was embarrassed." He said.

"I'm not laughing." I said, fully aware that I was smirking like an idiot. "I would have done the same." I paused for a minute. "As long as we are being honest. I actually looked back at you... from behind so I didn't actually see your thingy, just you behind." I quickly clarified. Jake made a pouty face and started splashing water at me.

"I told you not to look." He said. He wasn't angry, just playfully scolding me for looking. I fell down from my sitting position on the submerged rock and laughed with him, splashing water at each other for short while. When we finally had a truce Jake looked at me, with a devious glare.

"You still hard?" He asked quickly. As if he just had to ask, but was embarrassed at the same time.

"Kinda." I said. It had started going down, doing the fight but It was still not soft in any sense of the word. I was sitting in a squatting position two or three meters from Jake. I started rubbing my dick to get it to full mast again. I wanted to have a boner right now, It felt right. If not now then, when?

"Can I... maybe touch it again?" He said. Blushing heavily.

I grinned; I had hoped he would say something like that. I scooted over to him, still rubbing myself under the water and sat down next to him as much as I wanted these things to happen, I didn't want to be the initiator. Heaven forbid I accidentally went too far.

I sat so close to him, that our shoulders touched each other. As did my left leg and his right.

Jake hesitated for just a moment, then I felt his hand gently touch my knee before moving further up against my inner thigh. I felt a surge of excitement in my body just before Jakes soft hand connected with my rock-hard dick. Both he and I gasped right at the same time. Me from the sudden feeling of having another guy touch my hard dick. Him from connecting with it sooner than expected. I held my breath as my new friend felt me up. He clenched his hand around my shaft a few times, to feel its consistency. "Wow, you weren't kidding." He said. He had that weird look in his face, you always get when you can't see the thing you are reaching for. Eyes turned upward, and mouth slightly open.

"Don't stop." I said. Closing my eyes. I could hear him snicker, maybe it was nervousness, maybe It was him getting a little into it. I wasn't sure. He started moving his hand, in the familiar fashion.

"Do you ever touch yourself?" Jake asked. I nodded. That I didn't used to do it a lot, wasn't important.

"I did it this morning." I said. "What about you?"

"Not for a week." He said, whispering. "I try to go as long as possible without. My dad told me it was a bad thing to do."

"Why would it be a bad thing?" I asked. "The only reason I usually miss out - uh - Is because it's hard to find alone time when you share a room with a sibling." I said. There was a pause, me enjoying the way Jake was handling my cock. Jake contemplating my words.

"You are hard too, right?" I asked. He nodded, not hesitating this time. "Can I feel you too?" I asked. He nodded again. Slowly I moved my hand till I found his belly. Then I moved it down, blindly till my hand found his cock. Jake reacted with a little jump. "Masturbation isn't evil, just because your dad says so." I said. "This is our island and we make our own rules. We can jerk off as much as we want." With that I started working his shaft with slow methodic rhythm. Jake shuddered and made a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh. It took a few moments for Jake to resume working on my dick as well, and for a long moment all we did was sit there and satisfy each other. I loved every moment. I loved having Jakes cock in my hand. It was so long, firm, warm and alive. There was a sort of untamed power in holding an erect cock that wasn't your own.

"Can you shoot yet?" Jake asked. He was sitting with his head leaned back, and his eyes closed. He was massaging my balls now. I bit my lib nodded, and made an affirming sound.

"Me too." Jake said. "If you keep that up I will really soon." I snickered at that remark, but glided over in a muffled moan. Jake had started, every once in a while, to slide his hand further down to massage my balls a few times before returning to my shaft. I didn't know if that was something, he usually did to himself or whatever. All I knew was that I liked it, and every time he did it my natural response was to moan a little, to tell him he did something right.

As expected, Jake came first. After a long pause where no one talked, but just sat and pleasured the other. Jake suddenly drew in a hard breath and his body contracted. I stopped jerking him off and rested my hand on his stomach, feeling his muscle contractions as his body released a week's build up teenage horniness into the milky hot spring. Even though he stopped jerking me off he didn't let go of my cock but just sort of squeezed it. With his orgasm subsiding he opened a pair of lazy satisfied eyes, and smiled at me. Then he moved in close to me putting his head on my shoulder.

"That felt awesome." He said. I smiled and let my hand slide over the skin on his belly. With Jake satisfied and leaning lazily against my shoulder, I started breathing heavily. Jake hadn't let go of my dick, but wasn't as much masturbating on it, as he was rubbing it against his palm. Slowly he started building up momentum again, until I couldn't hold back any longer. With a sigh I felt my orgasm erupt though my body. Soon after my dick lazily emptied my balls in a few pumps, into the pool where it presumably mixed with the water and Jakes own juices somewhere.

Jake giggled. "I got your stuff on my hand." he said. Holding it up True enough a milky-clear vicious liquid was attached to his hand. I giggled as well. To think that an hour ago he was afraid to even take off his T-shirt in front of me. But now he wasn't even grossed out by having my cum on his hand. Maybe cumming once in a while, was really that important, I thought to myself. I felt him wipe off my sperm on the rock under us, before going back to resting his head on my shoulder. We sat like this for a long time. Enjoying each other company and the warm water. I kept thinking how he would react if I took his hand. Unfortunately, I wasn't man enough to find out.

When we finally got out of the water the sun was already high in the sky. Since neither of us had a clock, we had no idea how much time had passed. I was advocating for us staying all day. I saw no reason not to. However, Jake reminded me that the others would get worried if we didn't return.

"Besides I am hungry." He said. His smile was so wide, I couldn't believe this was the same by who had been so timid earlier. He crawled out of the water near the way we had come. I once again got a look at his slender beautiful naked body. His penis had gone limb long ago, but he wasn't covering up in shame anymore. He picked up his clothes and waited for me to crawl out. The tropical air had already dried out his T-shirt. All though it was all stiff and white from the minerals in the water. Both of us took almost the entire trip back in the nude. But when we reached the beach, Jake saw fit to get dressed, in case we met the others. I didn't criticize him or tell him he was a chicken. No one was forced to get naked, even though a degree of coercion had been used on Matt. But this was different.

"You sure everyone is ok with you just walking into the camp like that?" Jake asked, a little of his anxiety was starting to show again.

"I told you everyone is used to it by now." I said. "We skinny dip and walk around naked all the time." Jake still didn't look like he fully believed me. On our final stroll down the beach towards the camp I asked.

"So Sylvis." Using my barbarian voice, and putting one arm around his shoulders. " Did you find the natives secrets you were looking for?"

"Pretty sure we both did." He said in character once again, putting his arm around my waist, as we walked.

[Tags: Exhibitionism, Mutual masturbation.]