It has been 18 days since the storm. Even now it’s not clear exactly what happened. Cruise ships these days are supposed to be so large and so safe that a storm doesn’t matter. But a tempest like this one was no ordinary hazard.
They don’t know what happened to the ship, but they’re still finding luggage and debris washed up from it, even now, brought to the island by the ocean currents.
It hasn’t been the worst two-and-a-half weeks in the world, all things considered. If you’re going to wash up on an island somewhere, it might as well be a tropical paradise. There’s enough fish, fruit, game birds, and fresh water to easily support the three men and one young boy who have found themselves cast away onto the shore.
The island is large enough that you can’t shout from one end to the other, but it’s also small enough that you could make a full circuit of the peripheral beach in a single day, if you really dedicated yourself to it. The vegetation is thick and somewhat difficult to move through, but so far the men haven’t encountered anything poisonous, nor any predators large enough to be a significant danger.
Over the first few days, after laying out an SOS signal on the beach, the men had built a make-shift shelter out of trees, palm fronds, and the hard-case luggage that had washed up onto the beach after them. Since then they’ve become lean and tan, but ultimately not much worse for wear. Well, except for...
“Shit!” Brian hisses, trying and failing to put weight on his ankle.
“Stop that,” Henry chides from under his arm. “Lean on me more; I got you.”
The two men hobble to a large flat rock beside the makeshift shelter, as William and Cory, the third castaway and Brian’s son, respectively, look on in concern.
With Brian seated, Henry kneels in front of him and takes the man’s foot in his hands, gingerly taking off the shoe and sock. He palpates the area, making a few strategic twists. “Tell me when it hurts,” he instructs.
After a few minutes of inspection, he pats the foot gingerly and sets it back down. “I think it’s just a sprain,” he declares. “I mean, I’m not a doctor, but I did see enough injuries like this as a fitness instructor to be fairly confident it’s not broken. Although we might want to splint it just in case. Better safe than sorry. Obviously you should probably stay off it for a while.”
“F-” Brian starts, but then glances at his son. “Damn,” he substitutes. “Sorry. I shoulda been more careful, clearly. The seaweed makes those rocks so dang slick.”
“At least it wasn’t worse,” Henry points out. He smiles. “I’ll go search for some stuff to splint it up. Meanwhile, we probably shouldn’t put our daily chores on hold just for this. We’re still going to need food and water. William, you want to do the rounds and check the snares?”
“Sure,” says William. He’s a large man, middle-aged, with short, newly-graying brown hair and a round gut. He has the bearing of someone who had been very fit in his prime, and still manages to hide a surprising amount of strength and stamina in his now past-peak form. “Cory can come with me,” he adds.
“No!” Brian protests immediately. “Absolutely not. Cory can stay here with me.”
William rolls his eyes. “Come on, Pops. What’re you so worried about? If the traps are full I’ll need an extra pair of hands to carry everything back. And Henry’s going to be taking care of you, so...”
“The jungle is dangerous,” Brian hedges. It’s not the real reason he’s protesting. He doesn’t trust William as far as he can throw him. He’s not overly fond of the lingering glances he’s been giving Cory, but the man hasn’t made any overt moves, so there’s nothing he can really say without disturbing the fragile calm they’re all working so hard to maintain. No one wants panic setting in. In the normal course of things, Brian is pretty sure he’d have even odds in taking William in a fight if it came to it; Brian is tall, decently well-muscled from physical labor as a landscaper (although not without a little middle-aged paunch himself), and he used to wrestle in high school and college. But with his ankle like this, there’s little he can do against anyone.
“I’ll be fine, Dad!” Cory pipes up. “The jungle is cool! I wanna go look!”
Cory is only ten, pre-puberty and full of enthusiasm. His short blond hair and blue eyes always give him an innocent look that he knows full well he can use to his advantage to cajole those around him into giving in. The cruise was supposed to be their first big father-son trip together. Of all of them, he’s taking their beach-stranding the best; it’s all just a big adventure, as far as he’s concerned. He’s hoping that they’ll be stuck here long enough that he won’t have to go back to school in the fall.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine, Bri,” says Henry, overly familiar as usual. “He’s certainly more agile than you, and the biggest threat we’ve found so far is those rocks you slipped on. I wouldn’t worry.”
“I’ll keep him real close, so he doesn’t get lost,” William assures him with a grin that is not at all reassuring. “Come on kid, let’s go!”
He and Cory start heading off up the beach towards the treeline. Brian attempts to stand up and continue protesting. “Hold on, now wait just a sec-” But he immediately has to sit back down as a lance of pain shoots up his leg from his wounded ankle.
Henry helps him back down onto the rock with a scowl. “I told you not to put weight on that,” he says firmly. “Just relax. I’m pretty sure I have all the stuff we need for a splint right here. Let me see to that foot of yours.”
“I thought you said you’d have to go look for stuff,” Brian notes as Henry places a stick on either side of his wounded ankle and secures them with a belt they found in one of the washed-up pieces of luggage.
“I exaggerated,” Henry says with a smile. “Actually, now that we’re finally alone, I had a... proposition for you.” From his position kneeling at Brian’s feet, he parts the man’s knees and insinuates himself between them. His eyes rest meaningfully on the man’s crotch before looking up further to meet Brian’s gaze with a sultry look.
Brian flinches. He looks around wildly, checking the direction his son left in. “I’m not gay,” he hisses in protest.
“That’s fine,” says Henry. “I am. And hole is a hole, right? You can just close your eyes and pretend I’m a woman, if you want. To be honest, I’ve been practically gagging to get your cock into me from the moment we got here. From what I’ve seen while you’re changing, that thing’s a real monster. Almost as big as William’s.”
“You’ve been sneaking looks at us?” Brian asks, frowning. “That’s pretty-” but there he stops because Henry has already undone the button on his pants and wastes no time pulling out his cock and sinking his mouth down onto the admittedly quite large member with a contented sigh.
Brian gulps, his words choked off by the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Henry’s not wrong—sexuality aside, a blow job is a blow job, and the man’s mouth is warm and wet and sweet around his cock. He grabs Henry’s hair in startled pleasure and then leaves a hand there as the man starts to bob his head up and down.
It’s not like Henry is bad-looking. He has that sort of California look to him—an effortless-looking messy handsomeness that generally takes a great deal of maintenance behind the scenes. But he’s clearly used to the outdoors; he does some kind of wilderness retreats during the summer, he’d told them earlier, which has proved invaluable for setting themselves up to survive. He carries himself with a cool and easy self-confidence that would make even a plain-looking man attractive, and... well. It’s obviously not his first time doing this kind of thing, either.
This is made all the more clear as Henry picks up the pace, finishing his teasing licks and suckling and effortlessly deep-throating Brian’s cock with the ease of long practice. Brian’s fingers tighten in the dirty-blond hair as his dick disappears down the man’s throat. As Henry had noted earlier, Brian is a shockingly well-endowed man, but Henry swallows him down like a champ. Brian’s eyes cross at the tight, wet pressure as Henry’s throat contracts around his cock, swallowing again and again. He’s rock hard already, and they’ve barely gotten started.
Even more impressive, Henry continues to deep-throat him as he slowly takes off his own pants and underwear, never taking his mouth off of the penis he’s continuing to service the entire time.
He’s drooling a little when he finally releases Brian’s cock from his mouth and licks his lips. “That should be good enough,” he judges. “Now, come to papa.” He stands up from his crouch and slides himself seductively over Brian’s body, planting his knees on the rock on either side of Brian’s hips so he can straddle the man’s lap, face to face.
“Woah, hold on,” says Brian, eyes wide. “You’re just gonna-”
“I’m used to it,” Henry confides with a grin and a wink. “And I feel like I’ve been more than patient enough. Let’s get that bad boy up inside me.”
And with that said, he quickly lines his ass up with the spit-slick tip of Brian’s erect cock and begins to lower himself down onto it. Both men groan as the huge phallus pushes into Henry’s hole and begins to slide up inside him.
Henry’s face is obscene, like he’s drowning in pleasure. “Oh yeaaaaah,” he moans out. “That’s what I wanted. Fuck yes. Fill me right up.” He descends with tortuous slowness, completely in control of his body, forcing the cock into himself bit by gradual bit until finally, what feels like an eternity later, his ass comes to rest fully nestled in Brian’s lap.
Henry looks him right in the eyes. “Here we go, baby,” he murmurs. And then, without further warning, he begins to ride Brian’s cock.
Brian sees stars behind his eyes. The hot, tight friction of Henry’s passage squeezes him, milking him for all the pleasure he’s worth. He pants and closes his eyes to better enjoy the sensations. His mind is a complete blank, full of nothing but the sensation of tight heat around him and the glorious up-and-down slide of Henry’s passage as it clenches and releases around him. He’s entirely forgotten about his earlier worries, and what might be happening on the other side of the island...
William chuckles to himself as he pushes some palm fronds aside, following the small stream down from the waterfall where they get their fresh water. It’s the easiest way to find the snare locations without getting lost; they’d figured that the local wildlife would have to be pretty regular visitors to the stream as well, and so far they’ve been proven right.
“What’s so funny?” Cory asks innocently. He’s been generally ranging around, bounding ahead of William to check out things in the jungle, or hanging back to inspect something they just passed, but always more or less keeping up. They’ve been walking for several minutes now. William wonders if they’re out of complete earshot of the camp yet.
He grins. “Oh, it’s nothing,” he says. “I was just thinking about all the fun your dad must be having with Henry right now, now that they’ve finally gotten some privacy.” William has already gone off into the woods with Henry more than once to choke the man with his dick. He knows what a cock-hound he is and he’s seen the way he eyes Brian’s crotch.
“What do you mean?” Cory pouts. “He’s hurt! That’s not fun at all!”
“No,” William agrees. “But now that we’re gone, your dad and Henry can play some private adult games that they’ve been wanting to play.”
“Whaaaat?” Cory says skeptically. He comes back into view in front of William from where he’s been wandering; William notices that he’s stuck a large, trumpet-like flower bloom into his hair behind one ear. “Dad wouldn’t do anything fun without me! He knows how much I love games!”
William smiles again. “Well,” he says innocently, “unfortunately this is a game that’s usually only for two people. Maybe your dad just doesn’t bring it up with you because you don’t know how to play it yet.” He pauses, as though thinking about it. “I guess I could show you how to play, if you want.”
“Really?” Cory comes to a halt, looking curious. “Is it a fun game?”
“I don’t know,” says William, shrugging. “Adults really like it, but you might be too young for it. I guess we can try it out and see if you’re old enough?”
Cory stretches his lips to one side, uncertain, but then he nods. “Okay!” he says, decisive. “I’ll try it. What do I have to do?”
Willam smiles. He finds a mossy spot near the riverbank and sits down. “Alright then,” he says. “The first thing you have to do is take off all your clothes.”
Cory frowns a little, but gamely does as he’s told. They’ve only got one outfit of clothes in Cory’s size, and he’s been wearing it since they were stranded: it’s a pair of short-length corduroy overalls over a pale green T-shirt. Cory undoes the straps without self-consciousness and shimmies out of the outfit. A moment later he stands nude in front of William, the flower still in place behind his ear. “Now what?” he asks.
William takes a moment to lecherously eye the young body as he removes his own pants and frees his cock; the boy is slim and supple, with delicate, narrow limbs. His skin is not as pale as it was when they first arrived, but still light enough that it shines in the subtle sunlight that manages to wend its way down through the tree branches. His little nipples are rosy buds on his pale torso, and his young member nestles small and snug between his thighs.
William licks his lips. “Okay,” he says, “now come here and sit with one of your knees on either side of my knee, okay?
Again Cory looks skeptical, but obeys. He sinks to his knees, straddling William’s thigh. Feeling his own cock already starting to stir with eagerness, William hurriedly puts two fingers in his mouth, laving them as quickly and thoroughly as he can, soaking them with spit.
Once he thinks they’re wet enough, William leans forward and reaches a hand around behind the boy. He poises the wet fingers right at the entrance to Cory’s anus, and then bends his head down to Cory’s neck.
At the same time as he begins to push the fingers into the boy’s ass, William also lays his open mouth onto the tender skin where Cory’s neck meets his shoulder. He licks a big sloppy stripe down the side of the boy’s neck and across his collarbone. At the same time he steadily begins to work two fingers into the boy, deeper and deeper as he goes.
“Ohhh,” says Cory breathily. “That feels really weird.”
“I know,” says William. “Bear with it.”
He latches his lips around one of the boy’s nipples and nips at it lightly with his teeth before sucking on it. His fingers sink deeper into the boy, up to the second knuckle. He lips a series of light kisses from the boy’s breastbone down to his bellybutton as he finishes burying his fingers as deep as they can go up the boy’s ass.
Cory whimpers. “I don’t like that,” he protests, again repeating: “it feels weird.”
William chuckles. “Well then, let’s get to the game part. While I’m distracting you with my fingers like this, you’re gonna put your mouth here.” He taps the end of his erect penis. “Your goal is to get the entire thing as wet as you can with your spit, okay?”
Cory’s face is scrunched up; it’s clear he’s beginning to regret this entire “game” in the first place. William smiles and forces the issue, grabbing the back of the boy’s head with his free hand and bending him down. Without waiting for Cory’s permission, he pushes the boy’s mouth down onto his cock, forcing his lips over the head until the boy sputters and begins to struggle.
“Go on,” William encourages, even as he begins to subtly thrust his fingers in and out of the boy’s ass in little fucking motions.
With hesitant uncertainty, the boy begins to lick William’s cock. William leans back slightly to enjoy it. He’s a ludicrously well-endowed man, and he knows it. Everyone who’s ever seen him naked has expressed amazement at the size of his junk. He’s large enough that even just the head of his cock barely fits in Cory’s mouth. It’s all the boy can do to slobber onto the tip and then lick around the sides, trying to do as he’s told and get the member fully wet.
As he watches the boy contend with the gargantuan member before him, William nonchalantly fucks the boy with his fingers, sliding them in and out and in and out of the boy’s passage in repeated thrusts, driving them in deep to the knuckles at the height of each motion. His cock is rock-hard and quickly growing impatient, but he’s enjoying watching Cory’s attempts to cover the entire surface of the thing with large, cat-like laps of his tongue.
With some ingenuity, the boy spits into his palms and runs his hands up and down the back of the engorged organ at the same time as he runs his tongue up and down the front. William rewards the increased sensation with a particular forceful shove of his fingers deep into the boy’s ass, scissoring them at the end to spread open his passage.
He lets the boy feast on his cock for a few minutes before finally pulling him away; the boy’s mouth is, after all, not the main hole he’s after here. He withdraws his fingers from the boy’s nethers.
“Alright,” he says. “Now comes the really fun part. I want you to turn away from me and stand, but bend your knees like you’re about to sit down on my lap, okay?” He licks his lips again. “We’re gonna do a... trust fall. When I signal you’re going to fall backwards and I’m going to catch you.”
Cory looks embarrassed and won’t meet his eyes, but he still does as he’s told, turning around and squatting down just in front of William’s erect and eager cock.
“Perfect,” says William, his voice full of triumph. “Here we go.”
He grabs Cory’s hips in his hands, using his thumbs to pry the boy’s buttocks apart. He maneuvers the boy further into position, placing the eager head of his cock right at the boy’s entrance, nudging just the tip against the tight, puckered hole. Then, with a feeling of grim satisfaction, he begins to pull the boy backwards and down onto the impaling spike of his penis.
“Ahh!” Cory protests. “Stop! I don’t like it! It hurts! This isn’t fun anymore!”
“Oh, I disagree,” says William. “It’s plenty of fun for me.” He continues his slow and inexorable penetration, forcing the boy inch by inch downwards, cleaving him further and further open on his massive organ. He groans low in his throat as he watches the way the boy’s ass distends, skin and muscles stretching wide to accommodate him as he relentlessly fills every nook and cranny in his journey deeper and deeper into the tight, virgin hole.
It takes a full minute of careful, shoving pressure to force the massive length and girth of his cock into the boy’s unwilling rectum. When he finally finishes seating himself inside, Cory fully penetrated and sitting all the way on his lap, right on top of his balls, William can’t help but let his hands roam the young body. He feels every square inch that he can reach, sliding his hands up and down the soft skin, feeling his smooth stomach, tight chest, soft inner thighs. His cock twitches inside the boy’s passage, surrounded by the tender flesh in the tightest of embraces.
Finally, with a grunt, William starts to move. He begins to rock his hips, fucking up into the boy. At the same time he places one hand on each of Cory’s thighs and begins to move him in time, lifting and dropping him in cadence with the thrusts. As he pulls out he picks up the boy’s meager weight, sliding him nearly halfway up the length of his cock. Then, as he thrusts back in, he yanks the boy back to meet him, slamming their bodies together as hard as he can to ram up inside him with as much force as he can possibly muster.
Cory cries out, but does not try to protest again. And so William fucks him leisurely, taking his time to really get the full depth he can, bottoming out inside the boy’s accommodating ass over and over, forcing it to swallow the entire, massive length of his cock each time.
“Now this is fun,” he murmurs in Cory’s ear. “You’ve definitely got the tightest ass I’ve ever been inside, kid.” He punctuates the comment with another deep, forceful thrust. “Ooo, yeah, I could do this forever. I bet your dad is having fun in Henry’s ass just like this right now. I bet when you grow up you’re going to be just as big a slut as Henry is, constantly just starving to have a cock rammed up you this way.”
He fucks the boy’s ass over and over and over, in no hurry. He lets the sounds of the jungle lull him into a rhythm, accompanied by the rhythmic squelching of his cock sliding delightedly in and out of the boy’s hole. He takes his time, reveling in the sensation as much as he can, not knowing if he’ll get a chance to do this again.
Maybe he will, though, he hopes. After all, he’s pretty sure Henry is fucking Brian’s brains out right now. Maybe if the man gets addicted enough to that cock-hound’s holes, he won’t notice if William keeps slipping off into the woods with his son. Fucking Henry is great and all, but nothing compares to the sweet, unbeatable tightness of Cory’s inexperienced little orifices.
Thinking about the future, about regular trips to the jungle to secretly dick down this little boy at every opportunity, finally gets William so worked up that he feels himself closing in on his climax. He rises up, pushing the boy forward onto hands and knees on the soft moss to give himself more leverage. For the last several minutes he positively slams his hips forward, driving his dick hard and deep into the boy, ramming him as full of cock as he can. Slam! Slam! Slam! He thrusts so hard he drives the boy forward each time, until he finally takes the boy’s torso in hand and yanks him back fully onto the impalement to meet his hips as they come forward. A dozen deep, deep thrusts later and he’s finally coming, flooding the boy’s insides with a never-ending torrent of seed as his balls spasm helplessly. He pours himself into the boy’s hole, emptying every last drop of his lust into the tender young body.
Finally, exhausted, William lies slumped and panting for a moment over the boy’s body. As his cock begins to soften it slips wetly from the boy’s ass, leaving behind it a dribble of cum that drips its way out of the sloppy, fucked-open hole and down the back of the boy’s trembling thigh.
With a sigh of pleasure, William puts his pants back on, and then helps the boy back into his clothes. Cory is sniffling, and refuses to look at him. That’s fine; William already got what he came for. Although the fact that he isn’t saying anything makes William think that maybe, if he plays his cards right, he might be able to get it again in the future.
They make it the rest of the way to the traps in silence, removing the bodies of the snared birds that they find and resetting them for the next day’s quarry. Then, equally quietly, they head back to camp.
As they reach the treeline, a sound makes William pause. He puts out a hand in front of Cory to stop him. Holding a finger to his lips to indicate quiet, William creeps up to the edge of the trees with Cory at his side.
From their vantage they have a pretty clear view of Henry on his hands and knees in the sand, with Brian kneeling behind him, hands on the man’s hips and desperately drilling his ass, thrusting in much the same way as William had been when he was close. Judging by how much time it had taken them to get to the snares and bring back their catches, William guesses this must be at least the second or third round for the two men.
“See?” he murmurs, leaning down next to Cory’s ear. “I told you. Your dad loves this game just as much as I do.”
Even as he says this, Brian’s hips buck a final time as he begins to come, emptying his load deep into Henry’s ass.
“Oh yes!” moans Henry. “That’s it! That’s right! Come in me! Mark me! Fill me up! Yeah, just like that!” He reaches between his legs and grabs his own cock, pumping it a few times and coming helplessly against the sand. “Oh baby, yes!” He crows. “Yes, please, mark me like the slut I am! Yes! Oh! Yes! More! All of it!”
William grins. “Maybe that’ll be you some day,” he purrs, close and soft. He transfers the birds he’s holding to one hand so he can use the other to reach down the back of Cory’s overalls, all the way down to his ass to smear his finger around in the cum that still drips out of it, lightly nudging the tip of one digit once more into the soft, warm orifice, poking it into the hole. “If you work hard and practice, you can have just as much fun with a dick up your ass as Henry does.” His lips curve up in a smile, brushing the shell of the boy’s ear just as his father finishes filling Henry with cum. His finger slides a little deeper into the boy’s ass. “I’d be more than happy to help you get there.”