Jack looked out the window of the DeHavilland Beaver, as it flew over the clear blue water below. The loud engine was somewhat muted by the bulky headset, nestled in his brown wavy hair. He and the other six passengers strapped in for the 45 min flight. His 5’10” athletic frame, sat tightly in the small uncomfortable seat.
He had been looking forward to this trip all summer. His best friend Logan had planned it almost two years ago. Finally getting the old college gang back together, well three of the four, would be epic. Joey had cancelled at the last minute, saying his wife did not want him to go. They were expecting their first child, and she finally quashed the idea. She didn’t want him to be far away, on a remote island, with his old college roommates, in case she had complications.
Not that Jack was too surprised. Even though the four ex-jocks lived in different states, they regularly kept in touch. But as Joey got more serious, and especially after the wedding, he became less ‘available’.
Jack saw the beginning of the same distancing-thing with Royce and even now with his best friend Logan. Royce was engaged to his college sweetheart and Logan’s girl had just moved in with him. It was not that he wasn’t happy for the guys, he just felt a little left out, maybe even a little jealous.
‘Nothing that a week of quality vacay time with the boys wouldn’t cure’. He thought. ‘A week full of kayaking, boating and strenuous mountain hiking, along with some local attractions on the 400-island archipelago, many miles out in Lake Superior, would be just the ticket.’
Jack grabbed the handle of the seat in front of him as the small plane suddenly banked steeply and dropped lower over the water. Minutes later he could hear the pontoons contact and begin skimming across the water, as the plane quickly slowed.
Looking out the window, he smiled and waved seeing Logan and Royce waiting for him on the dock, as the plane floated to a stop.
“Bout time bitch.” Logan grinned as he pulled Jack into a tight hug.
“How is it, that the guy who lives the closest is the last to get here?” Royce kidded as he delivered the next tight hug.
“You know how it is. Seems like there is always a crisis at work, at the worse possible time. How did you guys do fishing yesterday?”
“We slayed ‘em. Four lake trout and six walleyes. That’s what we are having for supper tonight. The Grill said that they would cook some of them up for us.” Logan said. “Let’s get your stuff up to the cabin and then we’ll grab lunch.”
“Wow, this place is nice.” Jack stated, looking around the log cabin. “Look at that beautiful view.” He added looking out the wide windows at the endless expanse of water.
“Isn’t it great? Ok, so this is the main area, kitchen / dining, living, and the bathroom / shower is to the left of where we came in. Our bedroom is straight across the room and Royce and Joey’s – now just Royce’s is behind us.” Logan explained. “Really, the only draw back is there is no cell service or Wi-Fi, virtually anywhere on the island. Sometimes a text will go through, but that is about it.”
“Damn dude, you’re looking good. You look even more jacked then three years ago at school.” Royce complemented. “Bet you have to beat the girls off with a stick” He laughed.
“Yeah, something like that. My company gives free gym memberships, and I have been taking advantage of it.”
“Bro, it shows. I’m jealous. My girl is too damn good of a cook, and I have no will power.” Royce continued, patting his almost flat stomach.
“Speaking of food, let’s go grab lunch. I’m starving.” Logan stated as he walked out the door.
“This is the only restaurant on the island. The food is a bit pricey, but what we’ve had so far, has been really good.” Royce explained as they walked in.
“Welcome to the Grill. Sit wherever you like.” Smiled the young waitress. “Jorge will be right with you.”
“He served us this morning. He’s from Ecuador and is working here for the summer. I think he said he has one year left in school to become a lawyer. He’s a chill dude.” Logan explained. “There he is now.” Logan smiled and waved.
Jack looked across the small restaurant at the gorgeous young man walking toward them, with a big smile on his face. Jack’s mouth gapped open and his heart began to beat faster. ‘When had it got so hot in here.’ He thought.
He watched as the hot young stud athletically strode across the room toward their table. His eyes took in the jet-black hair, the eyes, those sparkling caramel eyes, the nicely colored skin – like the most perfect-permanent suntan. The straight white teeth and full lips, framed by the cutest dimples he had ever seen. The white polo, stretched across two wide pecs, tapering down to a slim narrow waist. The black shorts ending where two muscular thighs, covered in dark hair, began. He guessed the boy must be around 5’7” and about…..
“Earth to Jack.” Logan laughed, waving his hand in front of Jack’s face. “Jorge asked what you want to drink.”
“I, uh, well I, uh um, yeah um…” Jack stammered, as he felt his face begin to burn.
“Just make it three beers Jorge. By the way, this is our incoherent friend, Jack. He just got off the beaver.” Royce added breaking out in laughter. “I have been dying to use that line all day.”
“No, I um, a I didn’t get a beaver, I just, well um… sorry. Nice to meet you, Jorge.” Jack finally blurted out, along with a weird laugh.
“Nice to meet you too Jack.” Jorge said with a huge smile, staring into Jacks hazel eyes, while fidgeting nervously. Royce gave a side glance to Logan across the table and stifled a giggle.
‘What the fuck is wrong with me? He must think I’m an idiot.’ Jack thought, his cock pushing against the fabric of his shorts. ‘Why is this guy making me so nervous?’
“Here are those beers. I also brought you an ice water.” Jorge smiled as he set the water down in front of a more composed Jack, the young server’s hip brushing Jack’s right arm. “You guys ready to order?”
“Those sandwiches were great. You guys were right about the food there.” Jack exclaimed as he moved down the rocky trail. “How many more miles till the lookout tower?”
“It’s about three more miles. We can chill there a bit and check out the scenery. The brochure said it has great views.” Logan answered. “We can take the high ridge trail on the way back. Should give us enough time to shower and get back to the grill for supper. Jorge said they would have our fish ready for us at 6:30.”
Just hearing the name gave Jack a warm feeling. He found himself looking forward to supper, just so he could see him again. ‘What was it about the Ecuadorian kid that occupied his mind? Why did he keep thinking about how he had smiled at him and looked deeply into his eyes? The jolt of electricity he felt, when the kids’ hip had brushed his arm. And why the fuck was his cock hard again.’ “Arrrggghhh.” He let out a loud groan.
“You OK over there, Jack?” Logan asked with a smirk. “This mountain too tough for you?”
“Fuck you, bitch. Try to keep up with me so Royce doesn’t have to carry your sorry ass.” Jack snapped back jokingly, causing all three friends to chuckle.
The guys walked into the Grill, freshly showered and hungry enough to eat the ass out of a skunk-quoting Royce. Jack looked around and saw Jorge heading towards them with that gorgeous smile.
“Hey guys. These are my tables over here; Juan has the other side.” Jorge said with a big smile, looking directly at Jack. “Your fish is almost done.”
“That fish was so good.” Royce exclaimed as he pushed back his plate and took a drink of his tall draft.
“It sure was. Nothing like fresh caught, fresh-water fish.” Jack added. “Thanks for providing the meal guys. Hey, what’s this?”
“Thought you guys might want some dessert.” Jorge said. “Our cook makes a great banana cream pie. It’s on the house,” as he set three big pieces down in front of the appreciative eaters.
“Dude, it’s closing time. We don’t want to keep you after.” Royce said.
“No worries. Juan and I have to clean up anyway.”
“We are having a campfire down on the beach again tonight. You are welcome to join us. We have drinks and snacks if you are hungry.” Logan added. “Juan is welcome too.”
The fire was crackling nicely, and the guys were sitting around enjoying the cold beer and catching up. Jack kept looking up the trail in the darkness, hoping Jorge had decided to join them.
“There they are.” Royce announced as Jorge and Juan walked into the glow of the fire. “You guys thirsty? Grab one out of that Yeti cooler.”
Jorge pulled out a beer and walked around the fire and sat down next to Jack. “Cheers” He smiled and tapped his can to Jacks, creating a broad smile on Jacks face.
As the empty beer cans multiplied, the conversation flowed, punctuated with frequent laughter. Jack was fascinated with what he was learning about Ecuador, and Jorge could not get enough hearing about Jack’s life.
The conversation on the other side of the fire was also active with Juan answering many questions about his native Columbia as well as peppering Royce and Logan with inquires of his own.
“Damn, dude. Do you know what time it is?” Juan said in a shocked voice. “It’s 3:30AM. We have to get up in a few hours to serve breakfast.”
“Thanks for the invite, guys, and the beer. It was fun.” Jorge said, his right hand reaching out and resting on Jack’s left shoulder.
Jack shuddered at the touch. “It was fun.” He squeaked out.
“Same time, same place tomorrow boys.” Logan called out to the two shapes, disappearing into the dark.
“Will do.” A voice called back.
“Bro. Did you sleep at all last night? I swear I heard you flopping around every hour. Look at your bed. The covers are wrapped up in a ball.” Logan said with a grin.
“Sorry dude. I just kept thinking about… I mean I just had stuff on my mind. A lot going on at work.” He lied.
The next day was full of adventure. Though if he were honest with himself, the best part of the day was each meal at the Grill, talking to Jorge. Seeing the kids smiling face was just, just, heartwarming? Was that the right way to describe the feeling he was not familiar with?
He had never had this kind of feeling with the different girlfriends in college, or the couple of girlfriends since. It seemed like it was the same relationship cycle. It would be fun at first, but it always slowly got tiring, tedious. After a while it was like they were just going through the motions. Then sadness, as well as relief, when it ended.
The morning hike was especially difficult. On one stretch, as they were walking through a low spot with a broken canopy of tall trees and scattered underbrush, Jack suddenly stopped and raised his hand. “Guys, stop.” He whispered.
“Why, what’s up Jack?” Royce whispered back.
“Look to the left, under that big cedar and behind that bush. See that huge dark spot. Keep your eyes on it. There. Did you see it move?” Jack whispered with excitement.
“Fuck me. Is that a moose?”
“Dude, it’s a bull moose. His antlers are huge.” Jack whispered back.
The giant bull, realizing that he had been spotted, walked out and began feeding a hundred feet from the shocked hikers, thrilled at their luck, shaking in their boots, snapping pictures.
That night at the bonfire, Jack regaled the story, with much animation to a very attentive and interested Jorge, hanging on his every word. “Right after that we came across some wolf tracks on the trail. We did not see any wolves though.” Jack added. “What an epic day.”
“That is so cool. I’ve not seen a moose since I have been here, but all the other guys have. They tell us that one of the wolf packs has been hanging around the harbor here, eating food people leave laying around. They have gotten into coolers and knocked over garbage cans. The park service is really cracking down on keeping your food secure. We have to lock the dumpsters behind the Grill every night now.” Jorge explained.
Jack sat mesmerized, staring into Jorge’s eyes that were reflecting the light of the fire. The sound of his voice was so soothing. The movement of his lips and how they glistened in the moonlight, how he wished he could press his lips to them and st…..
“Jack? I asked if you want to take a walk. I’d like to show you something.” Jorge repeated with a smile.
“Sure.” As he got up and followed the yellow shirt, stretched over the vee-shaped torso, into the dark.
“Wow. This is so beautiful.” Jack exclaimed as the boys stood on the large rock cliff, jutting out over the water. The moon, just a sliver hovering on the horizon, over the shimmering water.
“Yeah, it is one of my favorite spots.” Jorge sighed. “I wanted to share it with you.”
The two boys stood there in silence, listening to the soft lap of the waves on the rock covered beach below.
‘Why do I want to touch him? Hold his hand.’ Jack thought. ‘What is wrong with me? What would he do? Would he like it? Would he turn and press his body to me and accept my lips on his? God, those lips. Or would he run back to the fire and tell the guys I had come on to him. Making me lose my best friends and ruin my life.’ The thoughts crashing through Jacks tortured mind in an endless loop. ‘Don’t be stupid Jack. You know this is wrong. You’ve been taught your entire life that this is wrong. You’re not fucking gay!’
“We better get back to the fire. The guys will be missing us. Thanks for showing me this place.” Jack said, trying to hide the sadness in his voice as he worked his way back down the dark trail, a disappointed Jorge following behind.
The next night the guys were again gathered around the fire. A few other campers had joined them, and they were all having a good time talking about the island and their adventures there.
“I heard there is a good chance the northern lights will make a showing around midnight.” Royce said. “Has anyone ever seen them?”
“I have seen them a few times. They are so cool. You can’t believe they are real.” Jack offered.
“If anyone else wants to see them, you could get lucky tonight. They are very hard to predict.” Royce mentioned.
“Hey Jack, want to come with me and get some more beer at the cabin?” Logan asked.
“Sure. Hey Jorge, I’ll be right back.”
“Need some help?”
“No thanks Jorge, we’ll be quick.” Logan said as he hustled off.
Jack looked back at Jorge’s perplexed face, shrugged his shoulders and hustled off after Logan. They walked into the cabin. “Dude, you were kind of short with Jorge. Is everything OK?” Jack said with concern.
“Jack, sit down. Don’t talk till I am done.” Logan said sternly. Now Jack was worried. He slowly sat on the bed.
“You know I love you, right?” Logan began. “You have been my best friend for years. I would do anything for you. Please do not take this wrong, and I am probably way out of line. Dammit this is hard! Look. Nothing you can do will change how I feel about you. I will always be your best friend.”
“Bro, what are you…”
“Aht! I said not to talk till I finished. OK, here it goes. You should ask Jorge to go with you to see the northern lights tonight.”
“What? Dude, what are….”
“Look, bro. The kid is clearly smitten with you. You two cannot stop smiling at each other, like there is no one else in the room. You melt every time he touches you. You can’t wait to get to the Grill every day, even on the days we brought a hiking lunch, you go back to the Grill for lunch. Do you not see how fucking obvi it is that you guys are completely into each other?”
“Dude, I am not gay.”
“I am not saying that you are or that you are not. All I am saying is that if you feel about Jorge, the way I think you feel about him, you should act on it. I’m telling you; he feels that way about you. OK? Nough said. Now let’s get this beer back to the fire before they come looking for us.”
“It’s almost midnight, Jack are y…ugg. Damn, Logan WTF?” Royce growled as he felt Logan’s sharp elbow connect with his rib cage.
“Shhh Royce. Be quiet. Come with me. We’re going to give our boy some space. Come on Juan. We know a good spot to see the northern lights.”
“Man, this place cleared out quick. Your friends are acting a little odd. Is Logan pissed at me for some reason?”
“No, he is not pissed at you. Did you want to go look for the northern lights?”
“Yeah, I would love to see them. I know a nice spot that faces the northern sky.”
Jack followed the hot Ecuadorian down the dark trail. ‘What the fuck was he doing?’ His nerves were all on end. His breathing ragged. The nervous stud was shaking and shivering all over, like he was freezing in the 75-degree heat. His heart was racing such that he thought he may be having a heart attack. ‘What would he do if Jorge made a move on him? Did he have the guts to make a move on Jorge?’ His brain was mush and his cock was hard.
“Here we are. What do you think?” As Jorge sat down on the large log in the middle of the small clearing, sloping down a hill.
“Dude, this is perfect.” Jack breathed nervously, sitting down next to Jorge, looking up at the star-filled night sky. “Look, did you see that? There again.” Jack and Jorge watched as streak after streak of bright green ‘flames’ of color raced across the sky. Some interspersed with waves of red and yellow. Sometimes filling the entire night sky.
“This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Thank you, Jack.” As they continued to watch nature’s light show above them.
Then he felt it. The warm leg, ever so lightly touching his. He relaxed his leg, letting it push outward, increasing the pressure, feeling the tickle of hairs blending together. The touch igniting the jets pumping blood into his rapidly growing member.
Jack could feel eyes on him. He slowly turned and could see those gorgeous sparkling golden-brown eyes burrowing into him. Longing for him. He felt a hand tentatively land on top of his, resting, wanting, waiting. He turned his hand over and laced their fingers together and carefully pulled the hand toward him, drawing Jorge closer.
Jack’s heart was pounding so hard he was sure that Jorge could hear it. Surely he could see his eyes bulging outward with each powerful thump. Yet he still leaned in closer, tilting his head slightly, waiting for that first touch. The first touch of his quivering lips to the full glistening lips of the man, yes man, that he longed to kiss.
Then he felt it. The warmth, the wetness, the lust. The pressure increased till lips parted and mouths opened. He reached up and pulled Jorges’s head in tighter, mashing their mouths together. He felt the stud’s warm tongue slide into his mouth as the kiss became more passionate and the moans became louder.
Jorge pushed their interlaced hands forward, pushing against the hard cock trapped in a cloth prison, driving a low guttural moan from the mouth of the 25-year-old stud. His other arm was wrapped around the muscular torso of the man whose mouth he was locked onto.
Jack felt Jorge break the kiss and he watched as the 21-year-old dropped to his knees in front of him. He swiftly reached up and freed the Yanks 7” leaking cock. He took the hot muscle into his hand and stroked, drawing a loud moan from Jack’s gapped-open mouth.
Jorge leaned forward and licked the glistening drop off the top of the purple head, before plunging it into his mouth. He heard the huge intake of air above him and then a long, low guttural moan. He bobbed his head up and down, sucking and licking with all his might. He felt Jack’s fingers lace into his hair and lightly push down, as his moaning grew louder.
Jack could not process all that was happening, as noises he had never heard were coming from his chest and throat and out his open mouth. There was a hot guy he had feelings for, on his knees in front of him, with his cock in his talented mouth, giving him the best head of his young life. He knew he could not last much longer, it felt so fucking good.
“I’m gonna cum.” He gasped. “AAAAARRRRRRGGGGG!” He cried out loudly as he began to pump rope after rope after rope of thick cum into the hot wet orifice of the kneeling stud. The spurts just kept coming out of his over stimulated young cock, to where he felt lightheaded and thought he may pass out.
Jorge felt the wide cock in his mouth grow larger and the thick vein on the bottom pulse. Blast after blast of thick salty cum careened into the back of his throat. He gulped over and over and over to swallow down the copious load that just kept coming. He could not gulp it down fast enough and it began to spill out of his overflowing mouth and hang in strings off his round chin.
The hot young man rose from his knees and planted his cum coated lips over the gasping lips of his lover and drove his tongue inside, delivering more fresh seed. He took his finger and scooped the large glob off his chin and sucked it into his mouth and dove into Jack’s mouth anew.
Coming down from his orgasmic high, Jack leaned into the cum flavored kiss, tasting his own ejaculate for the first time. As the two horny studs made out they heard voices coming up the trail.
“Shit, dude. We had better go, they’re going to see us.” Jack said urgently as he pulled up his shorts.
They walked along the dark path in silence as they grew closer to the buildings surrounding the harbor. “I don’t think I have ever cum so much. The orgasmic high was so lit. I thought I was going to pass out.”
“I know what you mean bro. I could not swallow fast enough and it just kept coming. Good thing you taste really good.” Jorge giggled.
Jorge then reached over and put his hand in Jacks. “I am not ready for this night to end.” And he brought his lips back to Jacks, who immediately returned the passionate kiss. They broke the kiss a few minutes later hearing voices again. “I wish we could go back to my place, but I share a room with Juan, and he’ll be there.
Jack felt his phone vibrate. He looked down at the message and smiled broadly at Jorge. “Look at the message I just got from Logan.” He turned the screen to Jorge.
‘Thought you guys might want a space to ‘talk’ so Royce and I switched your stuff with his. He is now in my room, and you have his room, waaay on the other side of the cabin, to yourself. lol’
“He is a good friend, and a bit of a mind reader.” Jorge giggled as they rushed toward the cabin.
“I don’t think they are back yet.” Jack whispered as they walked inside the cabin.
“Then why are we whispering?” Giggled Jorge, quickly stifled by Jack’s lips covering his. Jorge walked backward as he guided Jack into the bedroom, continuing the passionate kiss, even as clothing was frantically shed.
Jack pushed Jorge down on the bed. He stood looking at the gorgeous boy. He drank in the well-formed chest with a light dusting of hair between the wide pecs. The rippled form of his six-pack, with a nice treasure trail down to his well-trimmed pubes. He ran his hands down the muscular thighs as he bent down and licked the un-cut cock from the kids’ large balls, up to the top of the hard dripping 6” cock.
“Ahhhhh mmmmm” The kid moaned as Jack continued to lick the engorged head.
Jack reached up with his right hand and wrapped his fingers around the low hanging balls. He pulled them forward as he sunk his virgin mouth over the purple cock head and sucked it into his untrained mouth.
He could smell the musky man-scent as his lips descended the hard, wide shaft. The rod was hard, yet spongy as the tip hit the back of his throat. He gagged, then began to choke and cough as he backed off to regain his breath.
“You OK?” moaned Jorge. “Cause it feels so fucking good.”
Jack smiled looking up into Jorge’s eyes and slowly lowered his mouth over the granite tool. He watched those eyes roll back as he licked and sucked and bobbed, giving the kid such pleasure. He was determined to get the young cock into his throat, as Jorge had done to him a short while ago. Over and over he tried, fighting back the gag reflex till he finally felt the spongy knob pass into his throat and his lips press into the trimmed hairs of the lightly thrusting crotch.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuccckkkk. Ohhh fuuuuuuccccckkkkk.”
Goaded on, he increased suction and massaged the boy’s hot balls, working them with his right hand and pulling down on the elastic sac, drawing out another loud moan.
He felt Jorge’s hand on his left hand, that had been rubbing the young stud’s right thigh. He guided it to the underside of his slowly thrusting hips. His fingers traveled through the hot, moist crack and brushed across the boy’s pucker, as he continued to feast on the rigid cock.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Uunnnnnn yeah you hot fucking stud. Finger that hole.” Jorge gasped.
Jack’s finger traced around the hole, pushing tighter and tighter, until he felt the tip break through into the young stud’s hot furnace. “Aaaaahhhhhh. Fuck yeah.” He heard as he pushed his finger in further.
He continued to work his untrained digit, paying close attention to how it and his mouth were drawing out louder and louder moans and cries from the now sweaty stud. He felt two hands on his bobbing head, and the muscled stud’s actions becoming more urgent. The thrusts up into his mouth were getting stronger and more rapid, while the hands were forcing the hard cock into his now accepting throat, more quickly.
“Jack. You’re gonna make me cum!”
He felt the muscle in his throat swell and begin to violently pulse. Then he felt the blast of hot liquid flood his mouth. He pulled back a little allowing him to swallow down the first mouthful, but another came as fast as he could swallow the last.
Jack gulped down the last load wrong and he began to choke and cough. He coughed up and spit out the heavy white fluid that was blocking his air as he regained his composure.
Jorge looked down at the red, wet face with dazed eyes and cum running down both corners of his mouth, and smiled. Jack saw the smile and crawled up the athletic boy laying his wide smooth chest across the chest of the smaller stud. He wrapped his strong arms around him and brought their lips together again.
“I want your cock in my mouth, then I want you to fuck me.” Jorge panted.
Jack smiled and shimmied up the hot jock and placed his hard cock on top of those puffy red lips he so loved. He gasped as the stud opened his mouth and took his 7.5” cock to the root. He drooled as he watched those red lips slide up and down his wide shaft.
He felt Jorge moving under him as the prone stud reached down and scooped up the slimy glop Jack had coughed out on his ball sack. He took the load and spread it around his hole as well as pushing some inside him.
Jorge pulled off the slick cock. “Kiss me.” Jack soon had his tongue snaking past the lips where his cock had just been. Then he heard “fuck me, Jack.”
He felt Jorge’s thighs rise up on either side of him and a hand grip his throbbing cock, guiding it toward the slick hole. He felt his tip being rubbed back and forth across the tight muscle. “Push it in me Jack.”
Jack pushed his young hips forward, feeling the tip of his cock pressing firmly against the hot opening. He pushed harder and felt the head of his hard tool slip past the outer ring and into the tight confines of the young South American’s hot furnace. He kept sliding in till he felt his pubes tight against the underside of the hot jock’s balls.
“Holy shit Jorge. You are so fucking tight and so hot. My cock is loving being inside you.”
“I am loving your cock inside me too. It feels so fucking good. Now fuck me. Fuck me hard you hot stud.”
Jack pulled back and pushed back in. And again. And again. He gripped the muscled shoulders as he thrust forward, getting into the rhythm of the fuck.
“Harder Jack. Use those beautiful muscles and fuck me harder. Drive that big thing into me with all you got.”
Jack began slamming his hips into the gasping boy, his cock finding new depths as his muscles glistened with sweat from the exertion.
“I said harder you gorgeous fuck. FUCK ME YOU PUSSY!” The rutting stud yelled.
Jack gripped the wide shoulders with all his might, his fingers digging into the kids’ flesh as he yanked them downward, while violently driving his powerful hips forward, the force lifting the kids’ hips off the bed.
The two sweaty jocks bodies slamming into each other with loud slaps of wet flesh to wet flesh. Their hair matted to their heads. Their locked mouths loudly emitting unintelligible guttural sounds. The bed protesting the onslaught with squeaks, cracks and bangs against the wall, the plaster barely hanging on. The large, serene picture on the wall, of a family of ducks paddling across a forest pond, popped off the hook and crashed to the floor, narrowly missing the violently mating boys.
Jorge felt the angry cock sledgehammering into his prostate like a battering ram and it was driving him to the edge. “OH, FUCK JACK. BREED ME. I’M CUMMING!” He screamed.
Jack, feeling the young stud beneath him tense and then pulse, the hot muscle clamp down on his raging cock, slammed his hips forward one final time. With his hips buried deep, his strong arms pulling the orgasming boy’s shoulders up off the bed and his back arched upward in a muscular bow, began to flood the stud with his seed. “FUUUUCCCCKKKK, FUUUCCCKKKK, FUUUUCCKKKK!” He yelled as gallons of semen rocketed out of his spasming cock, as his body jerked with each release.
The two studs laid together, still in the mating position, gasping for breath. Jack’s cock still hard and buried deep in the fertilized chute of the soaked young man. He could feel hands softly caressing his back and gentle lips on his neck. He rolled off, both boys still breathing hard. They lay tight together, touching from shoulder to ankle, fingers laced together.
“Dude. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! The English language does not have a word for how epic that was.” Jorge gasped.
“I cannot believe you just said the words that I was trying to put together in my head. Fuck man. Is that what guy sex is always like?”
“Hell no, man. Nothing that I have ever experienced. I’m sure glad I got you first. If word got out that you fuck like that, you’d be surrounded by a harem of fuckboys, and I would never have met you.”
“Yeah right. It wasn’t just me you sexy fuck. Shit bro. If I fucked one of my girlfriends like that, I’d be in jail. Damn, just the force of it, feeling your muscles bulging against mine. Fuck.” He felt a hand on his face, turning his head and bringing their lips together, starting another passionate kiss.
“Turn over.”
Jack turned over and felt Jorge move down the bed. Then he felt two hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks. “Easy dude, I’ve never done that, and I don’t think I can handle your big coooooccckkk!! HOLY SHIT!” He yelled as Jorge’s tongue lapped across his hole. “What the fuck man. Oh yeah. Keep doing that.” He moaned as the butt munching intensified.
Jorge was now sucking, nipping, lapping and thrusting his expert tongue in and out of the sensitive muscle and alternating with a finger in the virgin hole. “OH FUCK YES. EAT THAT ASS!”
Jack was again a sweaty mess. “Fuck me dude. Please fuck me. What you are doing feels so good, I want your cock in me NOW. Please take it slow. I’ve never done this before.”
“You’re in good hands baby.” Jorge cooed. “We will go as slow as you want and stop whenever you say. I would never want to hurt you.”
“Put your legs up on my shoulders. Tell me when to stop.” Jorge lined his cock up to the quivering virgin hole. He pushed against the unyielding muscle. “Try to relax bro.”
Jack was beginning to think that this was not going to work. That thick thing was not going to fit. Jorge leaned down and sucked hard on the virgin’s left nipple. Jack gasped first at the awesome sensation from his nipple, then from the pain of the cock that just popped through his outer ring.
“Hold a sec.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Just breathe. Try to relax. I swear the pain will subside quickly, and then you will love it.”
“OK. I trust you. It is better already. Give me some more.” He said looking up at the face he adored.
Jorge pushed into the hot confines of the virgin, whose pain was rapidly subsiding. “Damn bro. My cock loves your body. You feel so fucking awesome. So hot. So tight.” As he pulled out and pushed in again.
“The pain is almost gone. You keep hitting a spot that sends a pleasurable jolt to my brain.”
“That’s your prostate or love nut. You feel so fucking good.” The young studs’ hips began to pump in faster and harder into the no-longer-virgin ass.
“Oh yeah Jorge. Give it to me. Give me that cock. Fuck my hole.” Panted the young Yank.
Jorge rolled over on his back. “Climb on Jack. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Jack straddled the young stud and guided his cock back into the welcoming confines of his boy-pussy. He began to rise up and down, adjusting so the thick cock rammed into his love nut each time, his firm glutes flattened against the dark-haired thighs below him. His head was back and mouth open as he increased the tempo.
Jorge reached up and began to pinch the nipples of the bouncing stud, eliciting a loud moan.
Jack picked up the pace. Between the cock hitting his love nut and Jorge’s fingers working his sensitive nipples he was getting close.
The young stud could feel the pace pick up and knew the hot jock, bouncing on his cock was about to cum untouched, by fucking himself. The thought was pushing him to the edge.
“FUCK YEAH!” Jack yelled as a jet of cum shot out of his cock and landed square on the face of the young stud below him. The next spurts landing on Jorge’s jacked chest.
Feeling Jack’s cum splatter across his face and even some in his mouth, triggered his orgasm. “AAARRRGGGGHHH TAKE ME! FUCK!” He yelled as he felt his seed shoot up into the confines of the never before fertilized tunnel.
“Damn bro. That was so fucking good.” They kissed again, pressing the maximum amount skin on their bodies together. Arms and legs all wrapped up and tangled together. The exhausted boys fell quickly asleep in each other’s arms.
“Are you going to breakfast?” Logan asked after knocking on the door.
Jack lazily opened his eyes. His arm was draped across the chest of the beauty in his bed. His face was nestled in Jorge’s neck, kissing it lightly. “Uunnnn” Jorge groaned as he stirred.
“You know he is not going to go away until we answer. But I am down with staying in bed with you a little longer, given it is your day off.”
“That sounds nice.” Jorge said as he kissed his lover good morning.
“Can we meet you guys later? Like maybe brunch? We still need to shower.”
“Who’s “we”?” Logan said, stifling a giggle.
“Fuck you, bitch.” Jack laughed.
“OK. We will meet you guys at the Grill around 10. See ya then.”
“Dude, do you think they heard us?” Jack suddenly thought. “I mean we are all the way across the cabin from them.”
“Yeah, but we were kinda loud. Did you hear them come in last night?”
“No, I was kind of pre-occupied with other things. You know, we should probably think of ways to save some time getting ready. Like maybe take our shower together?”
“You conniving devil. I like how you think.” Jorge said flashing his sexy smile.
“Damn you have one fine ass.” Jack whispered as he followed the firm globes thru the cabin to the bathroom. “I cannot believe you are not bruised after, well, you know.” Jack stammered.
Jorge looked back, smiling at Jack’s cute red face. “You are definitely the best cock-smith I’ve ever had. Look, just thinking about you pile-driving me with that thing has made me hard.”
“Could be a long shower.” Jack grinned.
“Good, cause we stink.”
Jack stood under the warm spray as Jorge soaped down, then they traded. Both young studs sportin, being in such close proximity. As Jorge was under the spray, Jack could take it no longer. He walked up and pressed their lips together. The water cascading over their faces. He then dropped to his knees and sucked in the boy’s hard cock.
“Fuck yeah. Damn bro.” As Jack deepthroated the appreciative boy soon filling his mouth with fresh cum. After a cum swapping kiss, Jorge returned the favor.
“Put your hands on the wall.” Jack commanded.
“Why, what are you up to.” Jorge smiled as he did as instructed.
“Just wanted to return the favor.” He dropped to his knees, spread the ass cheeks and began to lick the now-moaning boy’s crack. Soon he was driving his tongue in and out, making the young stud moan even louder.
“Fuck me Jack. Put it in me.” He begged.
The boys traded fucks, rushed to get dressed and hustled down to the Grill. “You know they are probably going to give us crap. And not just for being late.”
“They wouldn’t be good friends if they didn’t, would they?”
“I guess not.” Said a nervous Jack.
“Well, well. Better late than never, I suppose.” Royce began as the boys sat down at the table.
“Sorry about that. We were, um well, you know, we had to shower together cause we were covered in… um, sweat, yeah sweat.” Jack fumbled.
“You showered together?” Logan asked with a lifted brow and a snicker.
“Fuck” Jack breathed, his face red as a tomato.
“What time did you guys get back last night?” Jorge quickly asked, trying to change the embarrassing subject, especially for his word-fumbling friend.
“What time would you say we got back last night Royce.” Logan asked with a wide grin.
“If I remember right, it was right around; EAT THAT ASS o’clock” Royce said calmly, while casually sipping his water.
Jack’s mouth dropped open, gulping the air like a fish out of water, his face crimson. Jorge did not look much different. Both quickly realizing that the two had most likely heard many other things last night.
Logan and Royce could take it no longer. Both burst out laughing. They nearly fell out of their chairs.
After the embarrassing brunch the guys decided to go on the planned hike, while Jack and Jorge hung out. It being Jorge’s only day off for the few remaining days Jack had left on the island. They talked and fucked and talked and hiked and fucked.
Jack learned more about Jorge. He had a boyfriend in college two years ago. They had only been together a couple of months when he disappeared. Jorge explained that the drug cartels were very powerful in Ecuador. People vanished all the time. Shallow graves littered the countryside, though some were sold to be sex slaves. “I wish I knew what happened to him.” He said sadly, but the terrible crime was why he wanted to become a lawyer.
Jack told Jorge how he had a few different girl friends and always considered himself straight. Jorge was his first time with a man. He was still struggling with the thought, but that the sex was fantastic.
The next two days flew by. Though Jorge had to work, the boys were together every minute.
“Only two days left till we have to head home.” Logan said to Jack. “What are you going to do about Jorge?”
“I haven’t really thought about it. Juan is going to stay with a girl he met tonight, so Jorge invited me to stay over at his place tonight.” Jack added, side stepping the question.
“Hey Jack. Come on in.” Jorge hugged and kissed Jack long and hard.
Three hours later, after the second round the boys lay panting on the bed covered in sweat. Their hearts thumping and their muscular chests heaving to replenish their blood with oxygen.
“Fuck Jorge. I swear it gets better every time.” Jack panted, his hand resting on Jorge’s.
Jorge propped his head up on his elbow. His other hand caressing Jacks sculptured pecs. “I don’t want you to leave.” He began. “Jack, I love you.”
Jack sat up. He looked down at the love-filled brown eyes looking up at him. Anger was all he felt. “You know the guys and I have a very early morning planned, I should get going.” As he began to get dressed.
“What? I thought you were spending the night.” Jorge said fearfully.
“No, I can’t. I have to go. Thanks.” And he rushed out the door, leaving Jorge in shock and confusion.
The next morning Logan heard a noise and walked out of the bedroom to see Jack by the door, putting on his shoes. “Damn you’re up early. Wait. Why do you have your bag?”
“I’m taking the early flight back. Issue at work.”
“Wait, what? Why are you leaving? Did something happen with Jorge last night?”
“No, dude. I have to get back to work.”
“Don’t you fucking lie to me Jack. Work can’t even get hold of you out here. Tell me what the fuck is going on.” He said with anger rising in his voice.
Jack heard it and it broke through his defenses. He could not lie to his best friend.
“He fucking said he loved me. He fucking loves me. That would make me gay. A gay fucking faggot.” Jack sobbed. “I can’t do that. What about my family? What about my friends? Wha…”
“I’m your friend and I do not give a fuck about that shit. I love you no matter what you are. I have never seen you so happy as you have been these last few days.”
“Thank you, Logan, but I cannot do it. I’m sorry. I gotta get to the plane.” And Jack tearfully rushed out the door.
Royce and Logan sat at the table as Jorge walked up. “How are you guys this morning?"
“Good Jorge, how about you?” Royce answered.
“Where’s Jack?” Jorge said tentatively.
“Jorge, he took the early flight out this morning. I am so sorry.” Logan said looking up to the stricken boy with tears rolling down his handsome face.
TO BE CONTINUED
