As Sam and I sat naked on the beach lounger with erect running cocks watching the fresh morning fire and waves, I realized that if this had to happen, not only were we best friends and lovers, but we were the best knowledge mix of resources needed to survive on here for an eternity happily if it came to that.
We had many life survival stresses to think about, but I will tell you that the tremendous stress relief was that our cell phones were destroyed. In brief chats, we all agreed that we did not miss the constant social media frenzy and IT digital stress bullshit.
I collected various fruits, nuts, vegetables, coffee beans, sugar cane, and cocoa. I was not paying attention to him, but I saw that Brayden quickly built Scotty a kitchen preparation table with varnished hardwood boat planks. I noticed so much alcohol being used for cleaning and disinfecting, so that was awesome.
All of us assembled and organized more. Brayden also found nine large stones about the same size, arranged them in the cave tunnel under the chute chimney to the ocean side, and placed one of the 5X5 stainless steel tub covers with wood handle surrounds on top of them in the CT. Over a foot of space was underneath the massive, disinfected steel pan; this was now Scotty’s kitchen grill. So much dry wood and kindling meant roaring fires in no time. Pots were boiling, and food was frying. The smoke vented perfectly up that natural stone blow hole – excellent natural formation.
Sam and I chatted on the beach lounger about what we needed to do today. Brayden had assembled stones around the fire and the other BBQ Grills, so we also had a beach BBQ.
I said, “I sure do not see any planes, boats, or civilization, Sam.”
Sam answered, “I know. I highly doubt we are anywhere near any shipping lines or flight paths. Even if we had the flare gun, there is nothing to signal to. We told no one where we were going and prepaid the Studio Apartment online. We paid Leroy (God rest his soul) cash, and so many people were walking the marina, but no one noticed us. We have no credit card payment history, so we have essentially disappeared and not expected back to Toronto for two weeks.
Our only hope is that some other guys or hooks ups of Leroy miss him and file a report, or our families when we do not show. We found no marine radio in all the wreckage, and I am sure there is no GPS SOS transponder anywhere. Even at night, this entire island could be on fire, James, and no one would notice; if they did, I doubt they would give a flying fuck!”
I responded, “Well, we should not stress about it. If careful, we have enough water for the four of us for two weeks or more, and food is not a concern. It looks like Brayden and Scotty have a kitchen set up and roaring to rival Gordon Ramsay’s Royal Hospital Road location!” We both giggled.
Sam said, “James, I have always found you so hot and attractive. I do love Scotty, but I love you and Brayden as well. Can we chat with the guys at breakfast about open love and sex and no jealousy or hurt feelings, like no bullshit – just total pleasure, please?”
I answered, “I was praying someone would bring that up. I feel the same. I love Brayden so much, but I also love you and Scotty. You are both so hot, and we all love that thick fat cock on Scotty and fucking balls the size of walnut shells, you lucky fuck!”
He laughed and said, “I know, eh! He confided in me that he was always self-conscious about their size, so we need to encourage and embrace him and make him realize how much we love those awesome testicles!”
Breakfast was incredible! We were all still naked except Scotty had put a shirt around his waist like an apron to protect those huge nuts and thick cock. Brayden and he carefully carried wood trays down to us along that medium 80-foot ground ramp. Scotty is an absolute genius with food and cooking. He shelled and husked all the nuts and fried them up. He also washed and cut up the fruit, and we had coffee with sugar cane grinds and coconut milk, fried canned mini-turkey sausages, and pudding from plastic cups. Better and fancier than the best 5-star hotels!
I asked, “How did you get the coffee to dry out, separate fruit from the bean and grind enough and what coffee maker?”
Scotty giggled, ‘Well, those beans you picked are still soaking up in my aka Scotty’s Kitchen. I will take some time to dry and separate them, and then we will grind them with something; later in the following days, we will need much more area to dry food and prep outside. Brayden found a French percolator and sealed coffee packets from the wreckage. But we will have enough dry-packed sealed food for the four of us for two to four weeks if we safely use more of the island's resources.
Brayden began, “I have some ideas I would like to get done today, but we are an equal team, so please -group input. (We nodded-he continued) I want to take the two 100-foot braided stainless steel attached hoses with some white linen shirts as filters and anchor one end in the highest-largest pond at about upper to mid-depth after wrapping several layers of linen around and securing it with string elastics and duct tape. Then run the other end down the fireman's hole, for lack of a better term; run it across the ceiling with small lag hooks and rope and attach a valve to the end.
The spout will flow into the large 3X3X7 stainless steel tub on more stones; underneath, we build a fire, and the water boils so that what comes off is filtered, boiled clean and pleasing to drink so we don’t get sick. We found a hand crank pump, so once we get gravity feed going, we only need to crank the pump to start it once.” Sam grabbed the bottle of antibiotics from the first aid wreckage and handed them out.
Brayden continued, “The steel tub already has a threaded drain spout on it so that I will put a splitter valve on; one spout to a bucket with a linen filter that can drip into cleaned steel or ceramic containers; once cooled, we bottle it back to the empty glass sealable rinsed booze bottles. If we end up here for…..I do not want to keep drinking tasting plastic, but we keep the plastic bottles to aid in the flotation of whatever.
The other valve and hose will flow down our moderate slope to one of the 5X5X5 plastic tubs with a stainless-steel cover. I will level dig and secure it into the hill with pounded wood, steel, and rock/boulders. After disinfecting it with more booze, we rinse and fill it with boiled, clean, filtered water. This is now our four-boy Hot tub!”
I screamed, “Oh Fuck Brayden! I love it! I will do anything to help us get that done today!” We all nodded and hugged in total smiling exuberance!
Brayden said, “Wait just a bit more. I will build nice wood seats inside for the four of us. There is also a threaded drain valve on that substantial plastic 125-cubic-foot tub, so a few feet down in another cut-in area, we have a clear 12-foot silicone hose with a softened sanded smooth end for deep anal-rectal douching.
My thought process is that once I build a 115 Ft ladder and secure safety ropes up the Fireman pole chute to the summit ponds, is that we get up as usual, climb up the ladder, and take our morning shit together in the lowest pond near the draining rapids out to sea on the other side of the island.
Then we shower as best we can under the falls with some soap or coconut oil or fruit mix thing that the doctor, chef and botany boy figure out. Then we come back down the ladder, and we play it by ear, either making/having breakfast, then deep anal douche, and finally, we hop in the hot tub for morning relaxation, sex and discuss the day's agenda. Thoughts?”
Sam shakes his head, “Brayden, you are a fucking gorgeous, brilliant genius! You have solved our need for endless safe drinking water, come up with safe defecation routines and locations, and solved our bathing and douching needs when we are not doing a dirty playday.
I replied, “It is fantastic. If you are hanging some of the lag bolts in the Cave Tunnel for water supply with ropes, can we also help and build some wood frames like four poster beds with ropes hanging so that we can make fisting and sex slings-swings with nets, ropes and canopies not needed for food and fishing?
Sam said, “My concern with the fucking and fisting is running out of lube oil.”
Scotty answered, “We have an endless supply of coconuts; after we chop them open, I can use the milk and pulp to combine with other stuff for cooking, such as cheese, condiments, and desserts. The oil will be saved and cold-pressed through clean white linen into metal or glass storage-lidded buckets and bins. I am sure I can make 2 Litres a day- no problem.
We have manicure sets and stones to file our fingernails smooth; now that all our cuts are healed, once we wash and disinfect our hands and arms, with Dr. Sam’s approval, we can suck, fuck and fist away all day and night when not doing foraging, cooking, cleaning and building.”
Brayden asked, “Any thoughts on what we do with the other 5X5X5 plastic tub?”
I answered, “Well, let's disinfect it with alcohol and store it in the Cave Tunnel until we figure out a better use for it.”
Scotty said, “Not to be a party pooper, but we would like to drink a little booze, but we already have blown four bottles on cleaning and disinfection on day 1. We have enough at this rate for a few months, even if we drink some each day, but we will eventually run out and more than party booze, we need the cleaning aspect of it. I planned on making yeast in the jars and letting fruit waste with water ferment in the hot sun over the next 5-10 days, but that will aid in making loaves of bread/crackers/cookies/wraps/pizza. We need a distiller to turn mash and yeast into alcohol.”
Brayden said, “If that is the case, we save all the bottled booze for our personal pleasure consumption; I am not sure I want to take a risk and drink our moonshine – people die from that shit all the time, but for cleaning and disinfecting we can make a still. If you guys draw in the sand on how to build it, I know that with all stainless-steel pots, copper pipe valves, and connectors, I can make it – I am not sure about seals and pressure maintenance; I need a design and an explanation of how it works, theory etc.”
Sam answered, “I know exactly how. My Grandpa, the thoracic surgeon, had one in his basement. The key to good, safe moonshine and the blindness death type is to prevent bacteria from forming in the unclean vats and all valves, pipes, condensers, and every part thereof; otherwise, we get Methanol formation, which is the blind death wish.
I agree, though, with all the negative cancer and heart disease risks. Last night was fun and very pleasurable, but it would have been as fun even if we had had zero vodka. The Vodka loosened our inhibitions for the first time; now that we know everybody's sex and masturbation history, let's consume alcohol rarely and infrequently.”
I said, “I agree.” Brayden and Scotty agreed as well. We will sparingly consume bottled booze and build a distiller to create a safe cleanser, disinfectant, or flammable fuel. We all agreed we would clean the finished still together so that we all understood its workings to prevent Methanol, even though we would not drink it. If we run out of bottled booze, fine. We live on boiled, filtered water, coffee, and juice from fruit and veggies.
Scotty said, “James, it looks like you want to chat about something else before we start.”
I answered, “Yes, Scotty, Thanks. Guys, we had a fantastic virgin-busting time last night. Brayden, I am so in love with you, but I also have feelings for Sam and Scotty. I hope and trust you all agree to open love and sex with no bounds among or between any of us.
We are all nude and dripping hard most of the time, so we will see what covering we find and decide to wear, but we are 18-year-old horny boys. I would like us to agree that all four of us have an open sexual relationship and no jealousy or hard feelings, with each of us having any sex, passion, pleasure or lovemaking with each other, separate/apart/away in different spots, or all four together.
If Brayden and Sam go up to the summit ponds today to start the water plumbing, and I venture up there, and they are sucking each other off, fucking and fisting, I will be so happy for them and even join in…like…so you guys agree we are all cool with this?”
Brayden answered, “I think it is beautiful, and I would be overjoyed to catch Sam and Scotty Spit roasting you if I came back from a chore or anything. Let’s just love and pleasure each other, ok?”
Scotty stated, “I think this life here with you boys will be the definition of heaven. I am open to everything with any of you anytime, please!”
Sam said, “I have no complaints, boys. I love you all so much. Scotty, I am so in Love with you, but we will all love and do anything with anyone; it is settled.
Now, let's get underway. I am dying to shit, shower, douche, and bathe with you all and hop into the slings. To preserve food more, can we settle on two meals a day, breakfast, supper, and a small afternoon snack with water only?”
Scotty said, “That would help me a lot and free me up to help with other building, food catching, collecting, and prep.” We all agreed we would try, and he continued.
“James! Since when do you eat turkey sausage? You are supposed to be Vegan, Vegetarian, and a no-meat freak.”
I laughed, “Well, like the old saying, there are no atheists in foxholes; then there are no Vegan-Vegetarians on Blue Twink Lagoon Island.” We giggled.
Brayden said, “Let’s call this home Blue Twink Lagoon. I love it! Let's get to work!” We laughed.
We cleaned and washed up and looked over more of the clothing salvaged from the boat. By luck, all the jocks and underwear fit us perfectly. Most of it had open ass, cock and balls, so it was like wearing both sides open-boy thong-harness. We organized more items into the Cave Tunnel.
I wore the black harness, Scotty the blue, Sam the Red, and Brayden the lovely purple. Brayden found each of us rope clips to hang our Swiss Army Knives, camel skin water bags, and Coconut oil on the side of our open-ass balls and cock thong harnesses.
Each of us was always half hard or fully erect and dripping. It was so fun being nude all the time. It should be a planet rule for teen boys! We grabbed the hoses, ropes and filter linens per Brayden’s plan, along with other buckets and pails for more food collections.
Sam said, “All of you take care of your shoes and always wear socks. We must check and care for our feet, toes & nails daily. The first domino into an early grave is an injury and infection to a foot or feet. It leads to immobility and eventual death from either infection spread or lack of movement.
We have limited antibiotics and morphine, but I sure as hell do not want to be amputating anything from any of you – understand! Foot care is even more important than complete hydration.” We all answered “Yes,” shitting our pants…if we had pants.
We decided to head around the other side of our lagoon and check out the rest of the island we did not cover last night, which was only maybe about ¼ or so. The streambed we walked down last night was muddy and slick after the previous night's rain. While circling out to the back of the Island on the other side, we unexpectedly found more boat parts. Brayden practically had a significant orgasm as he saw the boat and trawler masts. Three of them were 40FT pieces of hardwood, all intact. Each was almost 1 foot thick, perfectly smooth, polished, and varnished- beautiful.
I asked, “Why are you so excited about these masts?”
He smiled, “Have you ever seen the middle supports on a circular stairway?”
Scotty said, “Brayden, I know we can float these, but each one must weigh close to Two thousand fucking pounds. We would never get them up to the top of the summit to lower them down the Chute, fuck we would need a giant counterweight of over six thousand poouunndds……Of Fuck!”
Sam said, “A cubic foot of water weighs 63 Lbs. the same as hardwood, so the other 5X5X5 plastic tub…if we tied ropes and nets all around it and filled it with water from the summit ponds to slide down that mud stream hill, would likely lift these fuckers up to the summit. We could use the same theory with ropes and pullies to lower each down the chute, but how would you support the steps?”
Brayden answered, “That 70-foot fishing trawler had over 1000 feet of 1” thick heavy-duty steel pipes, more than double what I would need to build and support double pipe runs for about 150, 16” wide, 9” deep steps, secured underneath with thousands of the pipe clamps with 12” of the pipe inserted into drilled holes into the masts with the auger bits we have. It is all sitting on the beach back at base camp. That Chute is over 4 feet wide with smooth water-polished walls, so it is narrow but wide enough for us to scoot up and down. It will take us months to build, but it will be much safer and faster than going up and down the ladders.
During construction, it is not that much further for us to walk to the back edges of the island, shit in the ocean and then douche and clean out with the boiled, filtered water, so let's keep with today's plan as this is a long term project and not a priority, but if we are here for months, the finished product is so much faster to get us up and down the summit for food, water, shit, shower, and down again for everything we do every day. God forbid if we need a significant storm shelter – that too.
Scotty said, “I love that brilliance in you, Brayden, but let's tie these masts to the trees even though they seem pretty wedged in here with these cables and ropes already.” We agreed and did that and continued. We heard something else banging at the edge of the mast heap. Lo and behold, the wooden lifeboat was easy to hold four Twink boys – about four feet wide by eight feet long. We quickly waded it back to base camp as it weighed a few hundred pounds, so not bad. The rest of the island had more citrus wild fruits—grapefruit, bananas, etc. When we finally got to the top summit ponds via the edge of the backside stream, we all needed to take our morning shit.
We dropped the hoses and the rest of the ropes and buckets. We each got completely nude but, as Sam had suggested, kept our shoes and socks on. We lined up and crouched along the flowing downhill stream as we giggled, and each blew out nice, well-formed logs of feces that were immediately taken down to the ocean so fast we barely even smelled a thing.
Sam said, “Now boys, just splash a bit of water on your assholes, but try not to get too much inside; we are just cleaning the outside residue off until we get the boiled filtered water douche working.” Sam observed and helped each of us. We brought soap this time; I knew when that ran out, we now had all the ingredients to make our cleansing moisturizing lotions and creams. We went and showered, passionately kissed, stroked, and fondled our dripping rock-hard cocks.
We finished showering and put back on our thongs and harnesses. We perfectly secured the hose in the upper pond with linen filters; after a few tree-raps and rope ties, we tossed the rest down the future stairway pipe. Thousands or millions of years ago, this must have been an incredible volcano or water geyser. I hope it stays quiet!
Brayden, in all his naked, dripping glory, pounded in steel pipes and made a rope tie off around the chute. If we ever fell the 100+ feet, it would be a gruesome death. We gathered more food.
We looked down the muddy stream bed on our lagoon side and saw the lifeboat. We all started to giggle and roar.
Brayden said, “We have enough rope, so let me screw in a heavy-duty pully and feed through the rope. I will carefully walk down the edge and tie it to the front of the boat, and then you Twinks pull it up, and I will follow alongside to unstick it on anything that catches. We threw buckets and buckets of water to slick it up more. Brayden got down fine and tied on the boat. In about 20 minutes, we dragged it up the mudslide. We turned her around at the muddy starting line, got in with all our picking and baggage, pushed off with some branches and holy fucking shit! It was like a scene out of the sitcom “Ridiculousness!” Four naked Twinks with their hands and arms waving, sliding down a mud creek, crashing into the soft sand and ocean below, hanging on just enough not to be thrown out…It was better than any ride at Canada's Wonderland!
Once back at base camp, we all helped Bayden with his brilliant plumbing plan. In no time, it was all working exactly as he stated, except we placed the steel hose from the ceiling into a highly cleaned metal trough and then fed that water into the boiling tub. The valves and everything coming off the steel tub worked perfectly. Scotty started bottling filtered, boiled water in the empty, rinsed booze bottles and stored them in cases in cool spots in the CT once the water had cooled to be capped.
The trough design facilitated a cooling environment for the future alcohol still, condensing the heated vapours from the yeast and mash (fruit/grain/vegetable rinds). The granite cave was very hard to drill into, so it was good that Brayden used the smaller eye hooks and tiny ropes to secure the water hose at the ceiling while we held the ladder and spotted him.
We built the four poster wood frames to support the sex and fisting slings and had the slings and nets hanging ready to go anytime. We had all the ladders in the cave tunnel and agreed that we should not waste time if we eventually wanted the circular mast stairs to the summit ponds. The walk around was fun, and the boat mud ride down was a great Twink adventure worth repeating!
Once everything was flowing, we helped Brayden dig in and secure the 5X5X5 hot tub. It was not too hot, but the water had been filtered and boiled. By 5 PM, the tub was warm enough to bathe in, and the unfinished maple wood benches were cleaned and placed in.
The outflowing water was a perfect temperature for douching. Sam went first as we watched a few meters from the hot tub. He greased his hot ass and slowly inserted the ¾-inch smoothly sanded silicone hose; he pointed his ass down toward the rocks and ocean. We all started to get very hard and erect, watching him moan and groan, blowing light brown water out of his asshole. He repeated 5 times until it was crystal clear. He helped all of us douche; it was very erotic. Something very feral came over all of us. Spraying clean water out of our rectums was very exciting to watch. We kissed and pulled apart each other's ass cheeks and did a group douche as the water sprayed all over the lovely rocks and beach.
The four of us hopped into the hot tub. It was so clean and exciting seeing our hard penises under the water, dangling and swaying about as we fondled and kissed each other all around.
Scotty asked after we broke from our underwater play and deep wet face sucking each other, “What do you guys want for supper?”
I answered, “I am starving for Sam’s hands and arms up my boy-cunt.”
Brayden answered, “I am starving for Scotty’s hands and arms up my boy-cunt.”
Scotty answered, “I want that too, but have you guys ever thought about BDSM?”
Sam said, “You are going to make us cum underwater, aren’t you, hot fuck lover!”
Scotty answered in the sweetest, almost feminine voice, “We promised no jealousy and never say no – no matter how wild and insane.
I have always wanted to be tied up, blindfolded on a St. Andrews Cross or Spanking Whipping Bench, and get my asshole and big testicles flogged and whipped. I am ready to confess to all of you that little Ginger Scotty Chef is an anal and testicle pain slut.
My testicles are enormous from ten years of pounding my balls with 2X4s until they were black and blue. The ejaculation after was incredible. I also want my pussy forced open with your lubed hands and stuffed with fruit and vegetable as James did. James, when you told your anal insertion masturbation story, I covered my cock head because I was hands-free squirting at the beautiful eroticism of it. I am going to have my hole and balls whipped, flogged, paddled, and caned, please, by you three tonight with anything you can find. Then I want you to piss all over me and in my throat and up my boy-pussy.”
Sam said, “That is so beautiful, Scotty. Why did you not tell me before?”
Scotty answered, “Sam, my love, we only fucked and sucked for the first time a few weeks before. I am very masculine, but in my anal BDSM play, I get a very feminine demeanour, hence why I start to call my asshole my boy-pussy. I have tried flogging and whipping it myself, but I am so turned on sharing this fantasy with you boys that if you slapped my pussy hole right now, this island would look like a yogurt tsunami with my semen ejaculation orgasm.”
Brayden said, “I will go get the ropes, wire bundles, paddles and leather pieces to use in your pussy, Ginger.
I answered, “Ginger, please assemble yourself in the doggy position on the kitchen table, waiting for us to blindfold and tie you securely there; your pussy and glands will be impacted until you orgasm again and again and again!” Scotty kissed each of us wildly and said, “Thank you.” He took off smiling away for the CT kitchen table.
I told Sam, “He is gorgeous and beautiful inside and out. Let’s make him cum like never before!”
Sam answered, “Yogurt tsunami, here we cum!”
