Desert Island Ch. 09

(Jack)

Adjusting to Aaron and Rick being gone was weird, I'd gotten used to spending every moment with at least one of them. I already missed the conversations. To distract myself, I focused on tending to our vegetable patch, watering and weeding. Sulu joined me, crouching down to help remove the unwanted plants. "Thank you," I said with a smile, which he returned warmly.

Sulu then spoke in his native tongue, mimicking the act of eating while pointing through the trees and cupping his hand around his ear. I imitated his actions and managed to catch the faint clucking of chickens. "Okay!" I exclaimed, bubbling with instant excitement. He grabbed a knife and with moments had disappeared into the trees.

I returned to the campfire and Kovu some fruit, but he declined, awkwardly rising to his feet.

I wrapped Kovu's other arm over my shoulder, taking some of his weight. Kovu was almost a whole head taller than me, so I wasn't quite sure how helpful I was actually being. After a few tentative steps, it was clear that Kovu could bear his own weight, showing only slight signs of discomfort.

We walked towards the ocean, Kovu leaning slightly on me. We walked straight into the surf, wading in up to our knees. We stood watching the birds on the horizon for a few minutes. Kovu took a step deeper into the water, but I stopped him so I could strip out of my own shorts.

Throwing them onto the beach, I stooped to pick at the knot on Kovu's bandage, explaining, "Let me take this off, the salt will help." -as is he understood.

It was fiddly work, and I was overly aware I was only an inch or so away away from the ebony dick hidden beneath the thin piece of fabric. And as I worked the get the knot loose, the cloth began to tent out; making me flustered and the job harder then it needed to be.

In the end I pulled the knot as far away from Kovu's dick as i could and used my teeth to free the knot. By the time I had succeeded the cloth that once covered Kovu's dick was to one side and his dick stood right out from his body. I considered my dick averagely sized, but this one was a good 2 inches longer and a fair bit thicker.

Ignoring my lustful thoughts I pushed back through the water throwing the bandage onto the sand, before re-joining Kovu, replacing an arm around his waist and walked deeper so that the water licked at Kovu's wound. He winced in pain but took another step before turning and smiling at me.

Somehow I managed to get Kovu sat back in camp and apply a clean dressing without fondling him.

We sat several metres apart as I initiated a game of catch with the old tennis ball, Kovu rolled it between his hands obviously fascinated with the material. Just at that moment Sulu arrived carrying a dead chicken by its feet and other food he'd clearly foraged. He then pointed toward the pot next to the fire, then the chicken and then himself, and I answered his unasked question "yes, you can cook."

I was actually rather relieved as I was used to Rick and Aaron doing most of the cooking and thought of cooking for two guests was terrifying. Kovu and I continued our game of catch while Sulu made quick work of his feathery find. As they talked and laughed with each other, I wished I could join in. That's when I began pointing to different objects so Kovu could tell me the word in their language.

Despite my terrible pronunciation, I kept at it, pointing to the sky, the sand, and even trying to mime more complex concepts. With each attempt, their smiles grew wider, there was something oddly enjoyable about our struggle to communicate, and I found myself enjoying their company.

A while later I sat next to Sulu, the smell of the cooking making my stomach rumble. Sulu laughed and shook his head. "I like your bracelets," I said, looking at the beaded jewellery adorning his bicep and chest. Sulu looked at me with a raised eyebrow in confusion. I slid closer and touched the bracelets, saying "beautiful."

Sulu fiddled with the knot, removed it, and then tied it around my bicep. He cupped my face and repeated "beautiful," causing me to blush and avoid meeting his dark eyes. I subconsciously leaned into the touch, seeking out physical contact. Sulu was clearly comfortable with this and moved his hand so that he could pull me into his chest.

Despite the language barrier, I felt extremely comfortable around them and strangely safe. My eyes were beginning to close when the tennis ball hit me in the chest- making me jump. I looked up to see Kovu laughing holding out his hands waiting for the ball to be returned.

...

The chicken stew was delicious. We ate in comfortable silence, the sounds of the jungle providing a soothing backdrop. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across our camp, I found myself wondering about Rick and Aaron.

"I should check on them," I said aloud, even though i knew they couldn't understand me. I walked over to where we kept the radio and picked it up, adjusting the frequency.

"Aaron? Rick? Can you hear me? Over."

After a moment of static, Aaron's voice crackled through. "Jack! Hey, we're okay. Nothing major yet."

"Any sign of a boat or communications equipment? Over" I asked.

"Not yet," Rick's deeper voice came through. "We've found a clear trail. How are the natives?"

I glanced at Sulu and Kovu, who were watching me curiously. "They're good. Kovu's been up and about. Sulu made us an amazing dinner."

"That's good to hear," Rick said. "We'll camp here for the night and continue our search in the morning. Should be back by tomorrow evening if all goes well."

"Stay safe. Over." I replied, feeling a wave of relief at hearing their voices.

"You too, Jackie," Aaron chimed in. "Don't have too much fun without us."

I could practically hear his wink through the radio. "Very funny. Over and out."

As I set the radio down, I noticed both Sulu and Kovu watching me intently. The evening had grown darker, the fire casting dancing shadows across their muscular bodies. I gestured toward the radio and then pointed into the jungle, trying to convey that Aaron and Rick had made contact.

Sulu nodded, then pointed to the sky where stars were beginning to emerge. He made a sleeping gesture, resting his head on his hands. I nodded, suddenly aware of how tired I was.

"Time for bed, I guess," I said, pointing toward our sleeping hut.

Sulu and Kovu exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable in the firelight. I walked toward the hut, gesturing for them to follow. They hesitated at first, then rose to their feet and trailed behind me.

Inside, I patted the large bed we'd created from mattresses salvaged from the boat. It was more than big enough for all three of us, though sleeping arrangements hadn't crossed my mind until this moment. Kovu lowered himself cautiously onto one side, mindful of his wound, while Sulu settled close to him.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I grabbed my blanket and laid at very edge of the mattress, leaving as much space as possible between us.

Sulu made a disapproving clicking sound with his tongue and quickly his strong arms reached out, and grabbed me by the waist to lift me over his body. To place me between himself and Kovu.

Kovu shifted closer, his arm draping over my waist. Sulu's hand moved to my hair, stroking it gently in a soothing rhythm.

I closed my eyes, listening to the steady breathing on either side of me. As I drifted off, Kovu's arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. Sulu's fingers continued their gentle exploration of my hair, occasionally brushing against my cheek. My last conscious was the thought of telling Aaron about being nestled between these two magnificent men.

(Aaron)

"Well at least we know he's safe" I said. All of the tension that had built up worrying about Jack left me as I talked to him. Relieved, I straddled Rick's lap and leaned into his chest. "I thought we were in for a midnight trek."

Rick put his arms around me and said, "He's fine with the natives, we can relax."

I looked up at Rick and answered, "Yeah, and now that we know he's safe, we have time for other things."

Rick raised an eyebrow and leaned in to kiss my lips before pulling away and asking, "What did you have in mind?"

I ground my ass into Rick's hardening dick and replied, "I want this inside me."

"Mmm, I can probably help with that," Rick responded.

He leaned forward, lowering me softly to the ground, pressing against me as he kissed me passionately and wriggled out of his vest and shorts, before he started working on my shorts.

Eventually, he broke the kiss and slid down my body so that his face was level with my hard dick. Grabbing the base of it, he gently rolled back the foreskin to reveal the pink head beneath the pale exterior. He ran his fingers through my ginger pubes before taking it into his mouth.

I propped myself onto my elbows so I could watch him, shedding my t-shirt before guiding the back of his head encouraging him to swallow a little more each time. "Mmh, Rick. You're surprisingly good at this."

"Shall we see if there's something else I'm good at?," he asked, lifting my hips and legs into the air and licking the skin behind my balls, blowing cold air onto it and earning whispered moans from me. His tongue continued to swirl lower as he practically bent me in half so that his tongue could swipe across my entrance. He alternated between nipping and kissing my ass cheeks before lapping at my hole, using his fingers to pull me wide open and forcing his tongue deep inside me. Our quiet moans mixed with each other in the air, indistinguishable from one another. Then he rolled my body back down and positioned his dick at its target. He spat on it, rubbing it on my hole before slowly sinking inside.

"Ohhhh, Rick," I cooed, "feels so good."

He pulled out completely and immediately sank back in again, repeating this several times before increasing his speed and thrusting vigorously into me as I continued to moan with pleasure.

He smacked my ass, "roll over", I obliged, getting onto my knees, holding onto the tree in front of me and arching my back giving him full access. He scooted up behind me and pushed his throbbing dick back inside my warm body. He didn't hold back as he pummelled my hole, hard and fast, causing me to grip the tree for support as I pushed my ass out to meet his every movement. Rick continued his assault, my fingers clawed at the bark, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

"Fuck, Ay," Rick growled, his voice husky with desire. "You feel so good around me."

I could barely form words, just desperate whimpers and pleas for more

"I'm getting close," he grunted.

My cock hung heavy and untouched between my legs, I watched as it bobbed around from the motion and felt my balls beginning to tighten as "Oh god, Rick-I'm gonna-" I couldn't even finish my sentence as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My back arched sharply as my cock erupted, shooting ropes of cum onto the ground beneath us without a single touch. My whole body trembled as Rick continued pounding into me through my orgasm, intensifying each pulse.

When my spasms finally subsided, Rick pulled out and flipped me onto my back, his eyes wide a smug grin spreading across his face. "Did you just cum without touching yourself?" he asked, as he hovered over me.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "Yeah... that's never happened before."

His grin grew even wider. "Well, well... looks like I've got the magic touch after all." He leaned down to kiss me, his cock still rock hard against my stomach. "Or should I say, the magic dick?"

"Don't get too full of yourself," I laughed.

"Too late," Rick chuckled, positioning himself over me again. "Maybe it comes from having the biggest dick on the island." He slid back inside me, more slowly this time, deliberately angling toward that same spot. "Let's see if I can make it happen again."

I gasped as he hit that perfect spot, "You're an idiot," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He sped up his thrusts and within moments, he tensed above me, his rhythm faltering as he reached his own climax. "Fuck, Aaron!" he groaned, emptying himself inside me.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, Rick's weight pressing me into the ground. After a moment, he pulled out and sat against the tree, he reached out a hand and asked, "Sit with me?"

I happily wiggled into the space between Rick's legs and settled my back against his chest. His hands gently explored my smooth chest before tilting my head back for a deep and slow kiss.

We sat there for a long time, illuminated only by the gentle glow of the moon peeking through the trees. Eventually, we retreated to the sleeping bag that was a bit of a tight squeeze. "Jack and I used to fit perfectly in this," I laughed. "I didn't think about the fact that you're quite a little bigger."

"Lets open it, it's a warm night anyway" he replied with a chuckle. "Big day tomorrow, Aaron. Get some sleep."

"Think Jack's having as much fun as we are?" I asked, tracing patterns on Rick's sweat-slicked chest.

Rick chuckled, his fingers lazily stroking my hair. "With those two? Who knows, he's probably find a way."

I laughed, "Probably. It already feels weird without him."

"Yeah, it does. We'll be back soon though. And then you can show him that trick I just taught you."

(There's been a bit of a gap between chapters for this story as I was having a bit of writers block) I'm interested in hearing your thoughts on this, let me know.