Brayden said, coughing and panting, “Oh Fuck! My head is exploding! Are we alive…for sure?” We hugged him as we sat there on the beach. Sam, God bless him, immediately went into doctor mode, walked a few feet and grabbed four of the hundreds of capped water bottles that had washed ashore. Thank God for plastic and air-tight seals. We opened, we drank and coughed more.
He ventured further down and returned with a part empty sealed glass bottle of vodka and a bunch of white linen clothing that had washed ashore, one of hundreds and hundreds of bottles as we peered down the beach at the massive boat wreckage encompassing a shit load of everything.
He returned; I said, “Sam, buddy, I think the last thing we should do now is drink alcohol.”
“We all have minor cuts and lacerations, but maybe only a few stitches or none are needed. They are open enough that a laundry list of bacteria may have entered.” Sam spoke and continued, “Come now, help me rip these shirts and soak them with vodka, wring them out thoroughly, and then tie them around our cuts and bleeds.” We nodded as we took stock of our bodies.
Holy Fuck! If you want something to wake you up, alcohol hitting an open cut and wound will do the trick, no problem, Guaranteed! We all screamed so many blasphemous swear words that we were going straight to hell: corrupt, sinful Catholic School Boys confirmed!
Sam continued in priority survival mode as we tended to our wounds and swore like troopers.
“OK, so for disaster survival protocol, treat the wounded, find clean, drinkable, potable water, take stock of your surroundings, resources, and environment; consider shelter and time of day,” Sam said. We realized we had lost our shirts and shorts as we sat in tight Calvin Klein undies of various hot twink colours. We had no idea where our board shorts were with our cell phones, wallets, etc. I was missing a left shoe and Brayden his right, but Sam and Scotty had both still. We had no idea what island we were on and if there was any civilization.
Brayden, who had just been dead about an ½ hour ago, got up and started to pull and sort the rest of the stuff that was floating and crashing with the beautiful large residual waves. The beach was covered in everything you could imagine – the entire boat contents and structure – no Leroy.
Brayden said, “Boys, continuing with Sam’s advice, we need to hope and pray for the best but prepare for the worst; we could be here for days, weeks, months…or even…maybe, God forbid, years. My watch still works; it says 5:04 PM, so down here this time of year, we might have 2.5 hours till dark.”
Scotty replied, “All Fucking Hell!”
I said, “Brayden is right. Let’s brainstorm and get an action plan together.” That is what we did. We found the two wicker-rattan loungers and all the cushions. As we described earlier, the island was shaped like a #3. It is very high with flat mountain peaks. Each lagoon is a few kilometres wide, and we guess the island is a few km deep. The best guess was the flat peak at about 125-130M high.
About 35 meters vertically up from the shore via a medium inclined winding slope between the two island lagoons (middle of the #3 shape), there was a C-shaped granite smooth cave tunnel about 12 FT high and 30+ FT wide. It was gorgeous with soft, silky, crevice-free white, pink, and grey granite, much like the “Baths” we had wanted to tour on the islands. It was a fantastic expanse as it connected the two lagoons and had a tremendous high vantage point where sunrise would enter one end in the AM and sunset in the opposite end at late PM, a perfect natural clock-heavenly.
It also had two open tube-like chimney tunnels from the ceiling to the open sky. One was on the ocean side, and one was open to the land and flat mountain top above nearly 100+ feet, revealing vegetation and trees at the entrance/exit.
Given our current state, dragging only the most essential survival items up the gradual slope to the open-ended cave tunnel was painfully exhausting. Although we were still bleeding a bit through our linen bandages, the pain was subsiding, or we were getting used to it.
Sam checked and confirmed that we were clotting and the wounds were closing. He was not even pre-med yet and was already a better doctor than most who had practiced for decades.
After we struggled painfully and breathlessly to ensure all we salvaged was far enough inland to avoid washing out to sea with tidal variance averaging 1 to 3 feet low to high, or in a storm/wind or who the fuck knows what, we began categorizing the salvage. This was ridiculously hard because it was all vital if the worst happened and we were stuck here for…. who knows how long – God forbid.
We brought one of the king-size wicker-rattan loungers to the cave centre and found all the cushions and canopy intact. We left the other down on the beach but secured it with ropes and rubber bungy straps from the wreckage to lie out in the sun or beach fire, watch the sea, and observe for ships, planes, or whatever, whenever sunrise to sunset.
By 5:50 PM, we had piled the debris into mirror-image categories so that we had the most important of each of the four categories in the cave and, least on the inland beach, still valuable at some future point. Yes, we bickered but eventually agreed on what went where. All knew we were right!!
The four primary categories related items finalized to:
1) Water hydration storage and resources (bottled water, glass/plastic bottles/ jars, steel braided hoses, plastic tubes/tubs, small pipes, troughs, filters, buckets, wood/plastic/metal barrels).
2) Food gathering, preparation, cooking, and storage (Packaged dry sealed or canned foods with peelable lids, canning jars, Coconut oil solid and liquid, grills, BBQ parts, pans, stainless steel sheets and boat parts, lids/covers or like, waterproof matches, steel matches- sparklers, magnifying glasses, binoculars, Knives, eating utensils, wood cups/dishes, hunting spears, spear gun, machetes, axes or hatchets, sharpening stones, fishing rods/nets/lines/strings, laminated ancient guide to “Edible and Poisonous Plants and Seafood of the Caribbean, the refrigerators, 5x5x5 ice bins and metal lids. One big galvanized wash tub with wood surround)
3) Medical Health, Safety, Emotional/Pleasure (Booze, booze, more booze, crank power generator with USB receiving radio with multi-male-female adapters, plastic First Aid kits with meds/drugs and injectables, basic surgery kits, 1000’s black vinyl gloves, bottles of lube and dozens of condoms (Leroy was a busy boy), vinegar, black/duct/box tape, lotions/creams, brushes, soaps, cleansers, disinfectants, towels/clothing, screen/covers and mirrors.
4) Construction & shelter habitat tools hardware (gloves, goggles, wood chests, boards/ planks, plethora types of nuts/bolts/screws all galvanized or stainless, clamps, hundreds of eye hooks, bungee cords, ropes of many kinds and lengths, rubber stretch straps, hand crank drill and bits, tools of every shape and kind many hand saws, rope and more rope…holy fuck so much rope! Wires/pipes and every piece of fucking wood attached to it; so many pipes, hoses and wood this, that and everything tangled and connected, was in the hardware section finally a dozen tight sealed part metal and plastic cans of diesel and kerosene, propane tanks. Those would be fun sometimes! Marine flashlights/candles and multiple large thick rubber mats.
We would have been doomed if not for nearly everything being in or attached to floating wood pieces, plastic, rubber, foam, or other floatable containers or pouches, sealed in with even a bit of floatable air or tangled up in the related tsunami mess.
As environmentally conscious boys, we are trying to rid it of toxic plastics, foams, and rubber. Still, these same things and creations caused us to have nearly 100% of everything on that fishing boat trawler wash to our aid and future shoreline survival. No, Leroy and no flare gun was found.
However, we all found our foam rubber shoes, board shorts, wallets, passports, and cell phones. Our phones were destroyed by saltwater. Even if we could dry them out and power them up, it was unlikely we would get a signal or communications way the fuck out here-nowhere!
At 6:01 PM, per our waterproof working watches, we decided no one would sleep until we scoured and walked the entire Island, coast, and some of the top to see what else we had or what the immediate future may hold for good, bad, and ugly. We put on some white linen shirts and our board shorts, grabbed flashlights, and each a Swiss Army pocketknife.
We headed to the other end of the CT (cave tunnel) and into the other lagoon. It must have been just the orientation of this island, but the other lagoon seemed to be much muddier and a bit swampish. Still beautiful, we walked along the shore.
Scotty said, “Well, we will not starve to death. This is a buffet of shrimp, clams, oysters, lobsters, crab, mussels, small tuna, small groupers, etc.”
Sam replied, “I agree. We will be covered for protein, iron, zinc, and a boatload of other essential minerals, vitamins, and elements.”
I pointed out, rising from the beach to the top, saying, “Look up there, my God! Mangos, Avocados, Surinam cherries, passion fruit, mameys, sapote, Sapodilla, star and custard apples, Spanish plums, coconuts, coconuts and more coconuts.”
Suddenly, I saw Brayden further down, reaching for a greenish apple. I screamed, “NO! Brayden- Stop! Don’t touch it back away fucking now!” We ran to him as all the others were concerned and confused.
I said, “That is the Manchineel tree of death!”
Brayden answered, “Well Fuck! Sorry, but you were having an orgasm over all the edible fruits and food, so I assumed it was all safe.”
I said, “Guys, we must be cautious. Plants and foods in the tropics, including sea life, can be great or deadly. I will identify the safe-growing plants, and I hope Scotty can identify the sea life.”
Scotty replied, ‘Well, if you all recall, last Christmas break, I did a five-day Sealife and food forum hosted by our culinary school, so I agree. I will be the Seafood catcher-identifier-chief cook-chef.’
Brayden stated, “You forgot the bottlewasher, dude.” We giggled.
Scotty answered, “I cook, you clean!”
Brayden announced, “Well, that makes me head resource contractor builder and go-for of boys.
Sam stated, “Well, if we are displaying our titles and hats, then I am Dr. Sam Boys, and I am very expensive but will accept cum and sex as payment!”
I answered, “Please have ridiculous rates, so we are in massive debt, never able to pay fully!
We laughed and continued as we came around the bend of the lagoon, heading to the other side of the island. Just past the crest, Brayden pointed, saying he thought he saw a dead sea lion or something in a defilade ahead near the shore – lots of flies.
As we got closer, he covered his nose and mouth. It was Leroy. He was naked, face down in the small ditch with his arms and hands underneath him, surrounded by a lot of mud and seaweed debris, etc. His body was swollen, and the awful smell had just started.
Sam said, “Well, I am not touching him, but I can confirm he is dead, and de-comp has started based on the flies, smell and swelling.”
I said, “I do not want to touch him, guys, but we don’t want to be smelling him if the wind changes or the sea takes him to wash up on us in bits and pieces.”
Scotty answered, “Brayden, you are tallest and fastest with those hot legs. Please run back carefully and get two kerosene cans, matches, and a 2x4. The kerosene burns hottest at 2000 c and should turn him to pure ash as long as we can get it burning underneath him.” Brayden acknowledged and took off.
He was back in no time flat. We doused the body with the two nearly full cans of fuel and then used the 2x4 to lift around it so the kerosene got under. The smell was terrible as we coughed and spit up some. We placed the empty cans far away in the bush to retrieve them later.
I asked, “Why are his hands and arms in that weird position underneath him like he is holding his huge black package?”
Scotty said, “Well, it is pretty evident that is all he cared about; wanting to Twink orgy fuck us.”
Sam answered, “Let’s have some respect for the dead and not judge! Yes, he drank and may have been an alcoholic, but we know nothing of his life other than he was a handsome, well-endowed fisherman. One thing we all can agree on is that his boat was well-stocked for survival.”
Brayden added, “When I did weather studies for global construction techniques in the last year of high school, these rogue wave warnings almost 99.99% of the time produce nothing and are very hard to get confirmed alerts and tracking-maybe five minutes; even if he had had the emergency marine channel on and been sober, this outcome likely would be the same. Like weather forecasts.”
Like good Catholic boys, we repeated some prayers and the last rights. We walked several meters away, and Brayden lit the split of the 2x4, throwing it into the pit about 20 feet away. It went up in a massive fireball as we ran to the other side of the island.
We continued to the far back of the island coast. About five minutes later, we heard a massive explosion with several bangs and saw a huge plum of smoke blow out from our cremation hole.
Scotty yelled, “Holy Fuck! What the fuck was that?”
Brayden looked at Sam and said, “Could that have been the alcohol in his body or organ gases?”
Sam answered, “No way…I have no idea…we will check tomorrow!” We continued.
The island's far side also had goldmine slopes of wonderful plants and food. I pointed out more coconuts, cocoa bean plants, wild coffee, tamarind, inga, walnuts, cashews, almonds, nance, Sea grapes, figs, apricots, dates, breadfruits and nuts, wild yams, beans, lentils, provisions, other edible greens and grasses and wild sugar cane. Then we happened upon the powerhouse of them all, a massive section of Amaranth. Its unmistakable beautiful purple-red flower tops are teamed with seeds and grains. The entire plant is rich in Protein, Iron, calcium, manganese, and almost every essential vitamin and mineral the body needs. I also made sure they saw the deadly nightshade never to touch and more of the manchineel death trees. We agreed to avoid picking and harvesting anything near them.
Sam and I agreed and confirmed to Brayden and Scotty that we could survive food-wise an eternity here without any worries. At the back of the island, directly behind our base camp, we saw a stream flowing down from the middle flattish peak, so we followed it up to the top, passing more wonderful trees and food.
Once at the very top, I said, “Holy Fuck! Praise the Lord!” It was an oasis of fresh rainwater. There were three colossal crystal clear five-foot deep ponds with rock bottoms. The largest warm pond flowed over a gorgeous little waterfall with four perfect slow-running sections into the next pond. That pond trickled down to a smaller third one and finally down the stream to the ocean.
Brayden asked, “Is it groundwater or rain? Do you think it's safe to drink?”
I answered, “Well, I am sure it is the regular rains they see several nights a week throughout the year. The only wildlife apart from the sea we have seen are birds, bugs and insects; although it looks clean, it could have bird shit bacteria. We have plenty of confirmed clean drinking water back at base camp, but if we run out, I am sure we can feed, filter and boil this water. Do not swallow now.”
Sam walked down to the lower waterfalls and started taking off his shoes, shorts and shirt; in a second, he was naked, sporting a very hard cock. The three of us laughed and followed suit. In seconds, all four of us were nude, showering under the lovely, warm falls with massive erections just like high-school gym showers. Sam and Scotty started to kiss. Brayden, beside me, approached. I opened my mouth and tasted Brayden sweet mouth and tongue. We rubbed up and down, stroking each other's cocks and balls as our face-sucking kissing became wild. God, his lovely blond hair and gorgeous face had my precum dripping.
Sam started to giggle as he knelt, inserting a few saliva-lubed fingers up Scotty’s asshole, and said, “It looks like you took that shit after all some time; your boy-cunt feels empty and clear.”
Scotty answered, “Yes, once we were being rolled and bowled to shore from the wave, that hard, firm, baked shit log flew out of me like a cat on a hot tin roof.” We all roared. I knelt and used my lubed saliva fingers to enter Brayden’s hot, wet anal tunnel. He was well-clean. It was all I could do not to eat and suck his lovely boy-cunt. Each of us did each other several times and switched. It was fun fingering each other anus and rectum. After we had done each other for several minutes probing our anal orifices, we finished our shower. It was refreshing, and our cuts were well-closed.
I said, “Boys, the sun is going down, so let's head back to camp and finish this there.” We all agreed. We grabbed our clothes and shoes and exited the other side of the pond. We stayed naked and very erect. Brayden and I were anal virgins, although I had often stuck fingers and giant food items up my ass as I was not old enough to buy dildos. I would be excited to hear what the other boys have done.
Brayden was the first to walk away ahead of us. We ventured down a few more depressions.
“Holy Fuck Boys! Look at that!” It was the chute tunnel straight down to our Cave Tunnel, about 35 meters, perhaps, and about 1 meter wide and smooth—an incredible formation. He said.
I said, “Fuck! It is too bad we can’t just jump up and down; this would be convenient.”
Brayden answered, “Well if we are stuck here long enough, we have all the ladders and ropes to figure something out. I will take care of it.”
Sam stated, “Hey Guys! Over here, a few meters down and to the right, is a dry stream bed down to our side from the highest pond. It does not look too steep at all!” Sam was right, so we walked over and descended the dry stream bed. I was on a 30-40-degree incline, so it was a bit of a giggling naked run down with our shirts, shorts, and shoes in hand. Coming up the hill - a cardio workout.
We got back to camp, and the Sun was almost completely gone.
I said, “I will gather some dry seaweed leaves, brush, and kindling until you guys have memorized what is safe to touch and what is not.” Near the treeline up from the 50 Ft wide beach was the shit tone of fallen dried wood so that a beach fire would be fast and easy.
Scotty said, “I will get water, Vodka, lube, coconut oil, and protein bars.” We all smiled and nodded.
Brayden announced, “I will pull over the sizeable thick rubber deck mats; bring enough vodka so we can disinfect and clean it well with some cloths.”
Sam said, “Well, that leaves me to get more matches and some cushions.” We all smiled and giggled.
In ten minutes, I had a pile of dried everything. Scotty arrived with water, lube, vodka, coconut oil, and protein bars. Brayden assembled and cleaned the mats about three meters from the fire, and Sam had the cushions and matches. The firewood caught in no time. I thought, "Thank God we have the steel matches and magnifying glasses; eventually, matches will run out."
We cleaned the mat with vodka and got comfy as we watched the roaring fire and the last few minutes of the gorgeous sun. The waves, the beach, and the setting sun are lovely. We were pleased and tired but glad we organized the wreckage away from the water’s edge.
Scotty, with his flame-red hair and adorable, sweet face, said, “Well, boys, we are all raging hard cocks here. Let's be honest if this had not happened, we would all be back at the Studio rental, fucking each other widely in a no holds barred four-boys orgy – Yes?”
Brayden answered, “Totally- we are here and have all we need for that; let's continue the plan.”
Sam said, “Let's spice it up, though; have some foreplay; seeing as we are already nude and dripping, how about a game of truth or dare with vodka? Not getting drunk; we keep drinking water and little booze and finish your protein bars.” We all giggled and agreed. Sitting on the cleaned, comfy mats and cushions in a circle, we sipped our water.
I sipped the 1/3-full vodka, recapped it, placed it on its side, and spun it. It landed on Scotty.
I asked Scotty, “Truth or dare?”
He replied, “Truth.”
I asked, “Have you ever inserted anything up your ass; if so, what, when-tell us your sexual history?”
Scotty Giggled, “Oh Fuck! You guys will think I am weird or insane…Ok…I was about ??, I believe; that is when I had my first thought and fantasy of a penis or fingers in my asshole.
Mom and Dad were at work as I faked being sick. We had various sizes of plastic vitamin-type smooth bottles from Costco. I grabbed a tub of coconut oil from the kitchen and some towels. I washed out my ass in the shower with the hose off from the spray head. Once I was clean, I ran back to lube the bottles and try to insert them. My cock was so hard and running. When the first Bottle, about 1.5” thick and 4” long, popped into my hole, I thought it was the best feeling ever and had a small cum hands free. I continued for 6 hours, anally masturbating until I finally got up to the largest one that was 4” thick and about 9” long. Fuck it felt so good. I had no idea it was called the prostate then. I got cum soaked towels and lube away just before Mom and Dad got home.
When I was 17-18, my older gay cousin said he would buy me a dildo if I sucked him off whenever he wanted (He is PREP'd), so I had been secretly sucking his big cock for over two years until Sam and I had sex last week. Sam’s penis was the first real man cock in me ever. The dildo my cousin bought was a “Jock-11” long and thick with a suction cup base. For the last two years, guys, I have been riding that silicone cock on my bed after douching until I squirt cum all the nights when I am not with you three. Sometimes, I would sneak it into the shower and ride it after douching. Sometimes covering myself and the dildo in spit and cum until I blew gobs of boiling cum. Fuck, I am sorry I did not cum out to you guys sooner and make a move. The time and fun we have lost – Fuck! I still use the massive bottles too for huge widening cunt”
Brayden said, “We all have regrets, but let's look to the future. We are all guilty of not making a group move on each other. Fuck Scotty, my cock is exploding with that hot reveal – beautiful sharing.”
Scotty took a sip, capped the bottle, and spun it. It landed on Brayden. Scotty said, “Brayden, Truth or dare?”
Brayden answered, “Truth.” Raising his eyebrows very sexily. It was apparent we all wanted to hear each other's sex masturbation life so far, apart from the Catholic slut we pussy fucked last year.
Scotty said, “Have you ever inserted anything up your ass; if so, what, when-tell us your sexual history?” We all laughed and clapped.
Brayden answered, “I am so glad, Scotty, you were so truthful because it puts me at ease. When I was about ??, our massive house had an unfinished basement with many studded walls for future rooms. Faking sick, I hammered with a 3” Ardox nail into one of the wood wall studs near our basement sliding glass doors to our open ravine backyard and pool. I hooked on my dad's largest smooth rubber-coated East-Wing Hammers, and grabbed my jar of Vaseline; after hosing my ass out in the laundry tub with a hose, I rode the hammer pounding to the base of the claw deep up my asshole. It felt so good; I had a squirt of cum lines all over the concrete floor, almost 3 feet long; I got an even bigger hammer and placed it beside it but offset some.
For the last four years, when I was sick and not at school every week for a day, I have been riding those three hammers after hosing my asshole clean together for 8 hours cumming hands-free all over the floor. After we finished the basement, I cut and hid my wood piece with the nails in the cellar. I had to keep buying Dad new hammers secretly, but I switched to coconut oil when I told my pediatrician what I had been doing. I think he had to jerk off for days after my appointment. I have never sucked a real cock or had a man's or boy's penis in my anus and rectum, but I am dying to. I hope you guys don’t find my scat and shit play grouse.”
I said, “I never thought about toll play, but that turns me on.” Scotty and Sam agreed that they thought it was beautiful and were not averse to trying it sometimes. Brayden sipped, capped and spun the vodka; it landed on Sam.
Sam said, “Truth please to the same question. About the same age having cum from a legacy of medical doctors, in our basement, as you guys have seen in the storage closets, had many silicone rubber body dummies. They have life-like medium firm to soft appendages.
On the days when I was fake sick from school and when finally, no one was home, I would pull out the dummies in the room where we just circle jerked and use clear almond oil to grease the fingers, hands and arms; the cocks were tiny and soft. The first time an entire dummy hand slid in my asshole, I was -almost ??. I came and came and came and wanted to ride it for eternity- never stopping.
I am usually anally douched like Scotty said he did with the shower hose. Brayden, I thought I was clean once but suddenly ran dirty unexpectedly, so I rode in our basement laundry room, washing the floor first with soap and rinsing it to the floor drain. About every 3 months, I will suddenly run dirty even after douching. I can now take both two hands and arms of the dummy up my ass to the elbows. I hope if we ever, by accident, hit shit in each other, we all don't freak out and play it by ear.
Last year during Christmas break, Mom caught me with a bit of shit covered on the dummy's hands and arms; I was so horny excited turned on I could not stop riding with both hands and arms up my asshole just as I was blowing torrents and streams of boy-cum all over the dummy and the floor. She was super cool about it and apologized for interrupting my anal masturbation.
She told Dad, and we had this in-depth, hours-long discussion that all my older brothers and men in the entire family are avid anal penetrators and masturbators. Earlier, you guys had seen all those anatomy posters in my room; after that, Dad sat me down and went in-depth about how to go even deeper and broader. I was permitted with towels to ride whenever I wanted in my bedroom with the door locked as long as I had douched. If I wanted to dirty play, they asked me to lock the laundry room door and hang a sign with a smile saying busy! My first boy-cock was with Scotty last week – it was beautiful. (They kissed) I would love to teach your boys the wondrous ecstasy of anal fisting after clean douching, but we need to be cool if we hit shit with each other....shit - happens, dudes!” We all applauded and agreed that we wanted to get into it! Sam took his swig from the bottle and put it down. I grabbed it and pointed It to myself. They clapped and laughed. Our cocks were huge and titanium dripping.
I said, “Truth and same. You boys know how I love Vegetables. About the same age, my first was a zucchini. Then I progressed to English cucumbers, then to wider cucumbers. In the last year, when I had alone time, I cleaned and smoothed massive squash and eggplants with the stem cut off. I use almond oil or coconut. I also love the full penetrating feeling better than just my fingers. The squash with all the bumps and ridges is best and gets me squirting cum hands-free. My most enormous expanse was a small, long watermelon, but I did bleed a little. The stretch hurt like hell, but the cum was insanely huge and continued about 12 ejaculations over an hour. I will sneak one into the shower every few months and ride. I was so excited and erotic the few times I hit a bit of shit, even after douching, so yes, as Sam said - we go with the flow and try to be respectful and not hurt feeling...there is a certain dirty taboo though, you know -fun maybe using shit as lube; whatever we all comfort mature into so one day at a time boys. Yes. I wash them afterward with soap and scalding water and keep them for my consumption – I never got sick! It's that exciting ass-to-mouth erotica. I have never had a real boy’s penis for anything, but I know tonight that will change” They all roared and clapped.
I continued, “Guys, I have fantasized about sex with all three of you since puberty and no one else. I love you all so much!”
Scotty laughed, “Wow, and all I have fantasized about has been you guys since puberty—no one else.”
Brayden said, “Me, Three. Those hammers in my mind were your single, double and triple cocks I wanted forever.”
Sam continued, “Much later tonight, I want the three of you to glove up and wrap your arms in saran wrap because of our healing wounds. Each of you will get an arm up my asshole by morning.” Hearing all that, our cocks were the size of fire hydrants and holding back about as much cum.
I sipped the vodka, capped and spun it. It stopped on Scotty.
I asked, “Truth or dare?”
He answered very seriously, “Totally Dare.”
I said, “Grease your fingers with the coconut oil and then eat at Sam's asshole, licking your thrusting fingers.” Sam got a cushion under his hips, pulling back his legs and opening his hole. His hard-cut cock was like a mirror image of mine. He was so excited that Scotty would eat and multi-finger his hole; he spilled a cup of pre-cum all over his belly with his ass up in the air. Scotty’s thick 7” fat cock was so purple with that lovely red pubic hair; it held enough cum to douse the fire!
Sam pulled his cheeks apart, and Scotty plunged in deep with his entire face, mouth, tongue and jaw so far up his boy-cunt. All we saw and heard was famished eating wet sloppy sounds; Chef Scotty sucked and ate at Sam’s asshole as if he was starving. Sam cried and sighed, whimpered and groaned in ecstasy. Brayden and I lightly stroked each other's cock and kissed, making sure we did not cum. Fuck, Brayden's cock looked closer to 10”. All of us were so horny-turned-on.
Scotty dipped his hand again in the coconut oil. Well, forget about fingers up that sloppy Dr. Sam hole; Scotty pressed harder, and, in a few seconds, his entire hand and forearm slid easily up Sam’s gapping, devouring boy-cunt. The lovers had only fucked each other last week, so this was an exciting first for all of us.
I said, “Sam, I will run and get the gloves and Saran wrap, ok?”
Sam replied between panted moans and groans, “Please, yes! I must have all three of you in me. I want to show you what I can do and what you will do soon, in days or weeks.” I ran like a bat out of hell so fast to our piled crap. Luckily, I found the gloves and saran. By the time I got back, Brayden had his colossal cock in Sam’s mouth, and Scotty was on an anal-fisting mission. Scotty pulled out, and I slipped the gloves on his right hand and quickly wrapped his forearm and elbow with the saran. I gloved up and wrapped my right arm as well.
Sam said, pulling off of Brayden’s cock, “Fuck, you guys will die when you experience this. Now listen to the doctor; in this position, as you are facing me, the sigmoid and colon bend down to my left side, your right. Once you are close to your elbow in me, picture that and press upward to my middle left side, your right.”
I quickly greased my hand and arm. Scotty was almost to his elbow and transfixed in disbelief at the moans and groans coming out of Sam’s mouth as he choked on Brayden's dripping colossal cock. I took my greased appendage and tried to finger its way in slowly. I was also in amazement as Sam’s boy-cunt opened, and my hand and wrist slid into him effortlessly.
It felt so perfect and warm and utterly indescribable- so incredible and perfect with the bends, fold, valves door and tunnels - to have one hand and arm in a boy that I had jerked off fantasizing about with large vegetables for so many years. There was a solid white semen stream dripping from Sam’s huge cut cock to the point where it was running off and pooling on the mat, still not fully ejaculated.
Once I was elbow deep, Sam pulled off Brayden's cock and said, “Brayden, please glove and saran up and get in my cunt with a third.”
Brayden said, “Are you sure – like, have you ever gone this wide and deep? You are the doctor, so if you get hurt, the rest of us are fucked!”
Sam replied, “I promise. If I feel pain or tearing, I will stop. I am very open and have never been this excited, but I am not stupid and don't want to die here on our first night! I promise; yellow will mean slow or wait, and red will mean full stop pull out-slowly.”
Brayden smiled, gloved Saran, and lubed up his left arm, getting on the other side of Scotty. Sam grabbed the back of his knees and pulled up so they were near past his ears. At this point, I was to the right of Scotty, and both our right hands and arms were deep in Sam to the elbow. Brayden, all lubed up with his left, slowly wigged his fingers into Sam’s incredible hole. He pulled back even more as Brayden pressed a bit harder.
Just as Brayden’s hand slid into Sam’s hungry horny hole, he stated, “Holy Fuck! This is so fucking cool, Sam. To feel you inside with Scotty and James so deep. Fuck, your sloppy cunt is so hot on fire feels so incredible all the caverns!”
Sam replied, “Now all three of you thrust your arms; Brayden, stay a bit less deep, and with your knuckles, rub on my prostate the hard thing you feel and brush over it hard, a bit deeper to my seminal vesicle.” We had no idea what body part he was talking about, but he was the doctor. We did exactly as he requested.
In another minute, Sam started to writhe on our three arms; he moaned, panted, and whimpered louder than he had done so far. Sam Cried out,
“Yes! Yes! Fuck I am cumming! Fuck Yes, boys! YES, watch this! FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUVCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDD YYYYYYYYYYEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!”
Our eyes bugged out as we all thought that we came a lot with our open crazy anal insertions, but it was acutely evident to the rest of us now that we had only been scratching the surface of cum abilities. I watched like a deer in headlights with the painful, screwed up, incredible pleasure face as Sam ejaculated over a dozen colossal semen squirts, each several ounces, all over his so handsome face and hair. Many went right in his open-swallowing mouth.
After ten mesmerizing minutes, he finally stopped and said, “Perfect! You are all 5-star Anal Fisters. Slowly withdraw from my cunt in the reverse order you entered me.” We did so. As we each brushed past what we now learned was the prostate and seminal vesicle, Sam had another good-sized cum squirt.” In a few minutes, we were all out of him. The three of us kissed, slurped and licked his hot handsome face and hair clean of his exploded semen; fuck, it tasted so sweet and smooth!
I said, “Sam. That was incredible erotic fun to do for you. I want to try it very soon, but you and Scotty have had your live boy cocks in each other, so I want that first before trying anal fisting.”
Brayden replied, “Me too, but let's continue this truth or dare, please.” We unwrapped our hands and arms. There was still an entire roll of saran and a bucket of black vinyl gloves.
Scotty sipped, capped and swung the vodka. It landed on me.
Scotty asked, “Truth or dare!”
I answered, “Oh, dare, please. After that, I will do anything you guys ask of me!” Scotty knowing that Brayden and I had not yet even fucked or sucked, said, “Brayden will Fuck your ass doggy style while I suck your cock, and Sam has his big, still hard cum covered cock deep in your mouth and throat, then we will rotate as each of us will either suck or fuck your ass or fuck your mouth. You will swallow every drop of cum and take it up your cunt.”
I said nothing and flew into position, starving for this. Scotty got his head under me and started to suck my dripping gushing cock. Sam knelt, and I opened as he pushed his cock down my throat with a gag or two from me until I adjusted. I was expecting Brayden’s cock in my ass, but when I felt his mouth and tongue, I went out of control with feral animal lust and sucked Sam’s cock right down to his pubic bone as I chewed on his lovely light brown bush. I heard him say, “Holy fuck – horny, starving slut!” he grabbed my hips and face fucked my throat. I was amazed at how open and relaxed my throat was. I was so sexually excited, wanting this exact scene for almost a decade with my besties.
I was in total shock and disbelief at how beautiful it felt to have Brayden’s tongue, mouth, teeth, and lips sucking and chewing my asshole. He was shaking his head and face in complete joy and feral wild boy lust, probing his tongue and mouth deeper and deeper. After 10 minutes, he pulled off. I felt his greased fingers plunge into my starving void. Fuck! I wanted to suck his cock and hands into my boy cunt and feel him split me in half. Finally, he slowly entered me with his thick long penis. He was so lovingly gentle even though he knew now I was able to take massive veggies up my boy-cunt.
Still, he was so big and erect that there was some pressure and pain as he pierced my sigmoid, or so, according to Sam and his anatomy lesson. As he began his thrust and I felt his lovely pubic hair deep between my cheeks, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I loved the bit of pain.
With his vast penis striking my prostate and sliding deeper to my seminal vesicle, it felt much different than the massive veggie dildos. I was fantasizing about both of Brayden’s hands and arms deep up my hungry hole with his perfect elbows or more.
Sam continued fucking my face and throat; his semen was so lovely. I heard him say he was going to cum in my throat, a significant ejaculation. That was all any of us needed to hear. In seconds, I felt my throat warm with a huge, powerful, salty, sweet squirt filling my mouth and throat as I swallowed several times. He screamed and cried to go the same as before and pounded my mouth so fast and hard. Simultaneously, Brayden stated he was cumming.
Brayden Yelled, “James! I am breeding your sweet ass and boy-cunt! Take my seed lover, here it CCCCCCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS……. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!” He pulled my hips so hard I thought his massive cock might just hit Sam's down my throat.
I could not hold off anymore as I flooded Scotty’s suctioning fantastic mouth with what felt like several ounces of the hottest and most potent squirting cum, I had ever blown. I collapsed for a second but was given no quarter.
The boy I was so in Love with, Brayden, came around to my mouth and presented his dripping cock from my sweet coconut-lubed boy-cunt ass tunnel. The three boys ravaged me over and over again. Filled my throat and ass overflowing with their endless boy-cum semen as Scotty, with that thick fat cock was spreading me wider but not as deep. Sam, meanwhile, was an incredible cock sucker with marvellous tongue action. Lover Brayden Pounded my face and mouth as I choked and almost puked with his 10” deep near my stomach, commanding me to eat his cock. I dare not say yellow on the first night! I wanted this for almost a decade now; I sure as fuck was not about to wuss out!
After we all sprayed and came, they rotated again. It was so great to have my cock in Brayden's throat. Just when I thought the two previous boys were excellent suckers, you know that Brayden had to cum out on top as my lover or the badge of shame and cock sucker dishonour he would bear.
Not only did my boy Brayden suck my cock balls deep, but he also took my balls amazingly in his mouth and throat. It was incredible as my ass and mouth were filled again. Scotty in my mouth with that red pubic hair was so lovely, and Sam with that close cock of mine, now let me know what my cock would feel like in them – incredible!
We collapsed in a heap, cum filled and covered. I said, Brayden, Lover, it is time to complete your fantasy. Please cum mount our three cocks!”
Brayden replied, weeping, “Please guys, stay hard long enough and if you can’t, use your hand and arm, please.” We nodded and agreed.
Sam and I put our cocks and balls together; they were an inch longer than Scotty’s. Scotty then perfectly angled his penis and hips into the mix. His ass and hips were skinny as he sat on Sam and my low hips. It was amazing. Our three cocks were touching and went wide at the base, almost 15 or 16” around.
Brayden grabbed a handful of liquid coconut oil and lubed our three spired penises and his famished boy-cunt. He squatted and lowered onto our penises in one incredible swoosh down as he devoured our cocks with the sweetest sigh and moan escaping his perfect lips and white teeth.
As he rode and rode our cocks, that lovely long blond hair flopped and flowed in the beach breeze. He and this entire scene were the most beautiful images I have ever experienced. The three of us were almost in tears at his climax and orgasm as he pounded his prostate and sprayed his lovely cum all over my chest and face. I opened wide enough to swallow those large squash that I had so many times put deep up my ass. I wanted to eat every drop of his semen. The three of us cried and moaned in our three-boy ejaculation, feeling our penises rubbing together. His incredible cunt was sensationally cosmic out of this world – the best! The waves crashing – so romantic with stars out.
Brayden’s cum geyser snapped like a whip excellently into my face and mouth. I counted 12 torrential snake-like rope volleys firing from his massive 10” cut-cock. He collapsed and stayed still as we all caught our breath. After a few minutes, he stood up, came over my mouth and face and said the one word that every boy longs to hear, “Open!” He bore down and emptied the ounces of semen that Sam, Scotty, and I had ejaculated deep up him. It was such a lovely creamy sweet sauce – the best bedtime snack a boy can get! I sucked and swallowed every drop and suctioned his anal hole to ensure I missed not!
Exhausted, but still, one more boy to do. Sam said, “Scotty, my love, what would you like from us?”
Scotty answered, “Sam, my boy, I had your awesome cock in my cunt and throat last week. I would love to mount your cock and James’s at the same time. Scotty, I am so excited to eat your thick cock and taste that flame-red hair in my mouth; all of you, please cum deep in me; then, after I drip it out my pussy on your hands, spoon it back into my face, mouth and throat please.” We did as he requested.
All of us were amazed that we never lost our erections. I mean, we were 18 and in great shape, but this was now six hours of total feral four boy-sucking, fucking and fisting (And after being shipwrecked and cumming on a flight of dykes). As did the three of us, we filled Scotty, who came like old faithful. Sam and I cupped our hands; he bore down as a cup of mixed boy-cum flowed out. We brought it to his face, mouth and throat and let it go as he licked and drank wildly, so untamed! We all partook of the cum share – so much boy cum fun as we all sucked, slurped and swallowed!
We had some more water and finished the vodka. Then we crawled up to the cave with our clothes and shoes and collapsed—the four of us naked spooning. According to our watches, it was 2 AM.
We partially awoke during a nice medium rain in the middle of the night that lasted till daybreak. We stayed in the king-size lounger, falling in and out of naked sleep as our erections brushed and dripped on each other. I opened my eyes and saw Scotty beside me with Sam’s cock dripping on his ass and hips. Brayden was behind me as I felt his wet glans on my ass cheek.
I looked at my watch, and it said 11 AM. Brayden, behind me, started moaning and groaning. Still half asleep, we heard him murmur, “Later, James, stop licking and fingering my asshole; I need more sleep. I partially sat up, as did Sam and Scotty. We all thought…how can I be licking and fingering his asshole when I am on the other side, and no one else is to the edge behind Brayden.
I saw the look on Sam’s face – horror! He held his fingers to his lips, and Scotty slipped out of the king bed lounger. Then I scooted out. We came around the end and side as Brayden continued to moan and groan, eyes still shut. A four-foot tree boa was trying to slide up his asshole.
Sensing he was alone, Brayden opened his eyes as we looked on, terrified. He said, “Guys, what is wrong?”
I said, “Don’t move or panic, but there is a four-foot dark, angular-shaped, spotted, yellow-eyed snake trying to slide up your asshole.” Of course, my lover Brayden turned and came face to face with the big yellow eyes of Tree Boa.
Ironically, Brayden turned around and said, “Hey Buddy! How are you?” He picked up the Boa as it lightly wrapped around his arm and petted it lightly on the head, spine, and belly.
He stated, “It is just a little Tree boa, not venomous – fuck, he is gorgeous, isn’t he. I think we will call him Harry! As we are near the British Virgin Islands; we need some Royal Head of State! Such a big snake trying to get up our buttholes.” We giggled to the point of tears.
I asked, “Brayden, how do you know reptiles and snakes? You and your family are all about construction?”
He replied, “Grandpa used to have dozens until he passed. He taught me all about reptiles and snakes. Mom would never hear of it, so after he passed, they were all donated and given away. I have always wanted one just like this. I will cage and tend to him so you are comfortable, but he is harmless and will protect us from other snakes and creepy crawlies at night.”
We all said fine but teach him even if he is gay - our assholes are off-limits. We laughed.
I said, “Before anything else, we had better finish tending the remains for dear Leroy. Then I am starving; we must hydrate and eat fresh food!”
Sam said, “Let’s get the Leroy thing over. Bring a few small shovel tools, whisks, and some jars. When we get out of here, we need to bring his ashes so that we are not accused of indignity to a body and improper handling of remains so his family, if any, have a place or something left for closure.”
We did just that. Sam got to the hole first. I saw a huge sigh and an upset huff and puff. We ran to catch up, fearing a grouse sight. When we peered into the hole, all that was left was ash—total white ash-like sand. It had worked beautifully.
Bug-eyed, we all saw the melted, burned plastic and metal heap where his genitals and hands had been. It was the fucking flare gun and the rounds, as we could tell the metal gun and trigger shape. That is what made the explosions and bangs. We scoured around, and all else was clean as a whistle and grabbed the empty Kerosene cans.
Scotty stated, “Leroy must have grabbed it, knowing that it is usually the most important piece of the puzzle to facilitate rescue on the hundreds of islands; God Bless him for trying and loving us in the end!”
Brayden answered, “This is none of our faults and all our faults equally.”
I answered, “I agree, boys! This must be a lesson to us. Suppose we are to live and survive as a team. In that case, we never rush anything, and we question more to each of us anything that seems out of place or concern, just like (CRM) CockPit Resource Management, where we all have an equal say in preventing and taking control before a disaster occurs, with respect and health and safety above all else.” We agreed.
We shovelled and whisked his white powder ashes into the largest sealer jar. We washed the melted Gun and flares to keep in the CT as a reminder and essential to IRM—Island Resource Management.
Scotty started breakfast with Brayden, who built a grill and pit and assembled drinks. Sam came up behind me and pressed his hard cock to my asshole, and whispered, “James, you hottie, I am so anxious to fist you and see the pleasure on your face while you blast your volcanic cum down my throat!” That, however, is the next chapter!
