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  Momentarily Derek poked his hand down Tony’s shorts and explored his crotch, making his limp dick pulse against his palm. Derek heard Tony groan and straighten out his legs. Momentarily Tony pushed off his shorts. The pale glow of moonlight and the yellow flicker of the signal fire illuminated his erect cock.

  In the next instant Derek rose and pulled off his shorts, then lay down once more with Tony on the sand. He began fondling Tony’s erection, his twin balls, becoming extremely aroused as he pressed his own erect staff against Tony’s hip.

  Tony appeared to like Derek’s fondling hand at his crotch. He squirmed around on the sand, moaned in low, throaty murmurs, and was near ejaculation when Derek rolled him on his side and began probing his asshole, trying to push his cock inside.

  Derek was feeling hotter by the second, unable to enter Tony’s asshole in his haste, then he heard Tony laugh as he got to his knees. He backed his crotch up to Derek’s mouth.

  “Wet me first with your tongue,” he instructed, panting noisily. “Then spread my ass cheeks and drive it home.”

  Derek was a little surprised at Tony’s words of instruction, but he followed his command and soon found his cock sliding inside Tony’s ass. The warmth was wonderful, especially since the wind off the ocean was chilling to bare flesh. He pumped in Tony, pulled back, pumped in again, then he reached between Tony’s legs and wrapped his fingers around Tony’s hard dick. It seemed bigger since Tony had taken the lead in their sex play. Derek began moving his clasp fist around the hot cock, feeling Tony move into his hand.

  “I’m coming!” Tony exclaimed. His body jerked wildly, slammed against Derek’s crotch, into his fist, then gave a yelp and squirted a white stream of semen onto the sand.

  Derek lunged into Tony’s ass with a force that almost knocked Tony on his face. He released his wad. He moaned in ecstatic sighs, rocked his crotch against Tony’s hips, milking his cock. A week was too long to go without sex. He pulled out of Tony, and sat back on his heels, taking the situation in.

  Tony remained on his hands and knees on the sand for a few seconds, breathing loudly, the glow of the night shining on his naked torso. Soon he turned and sat down cross-legged in front of Derek.

  “I’m glad that finally happened between us,” he said. “Since we’re surely gonna die here on this damn island. Now, at least, we can have a little pleasure before we end it all.”

  “We’ll be rescued,” Derek said in a definite tone. He gazed at Tony in his nude state. For years now, ever since the sixties, he had wondered about Tony’s sexual preference. Now the question was answered in his mind. And even though Tony sounded convinced they would die on the island without benefit of rescue, at least they had broken the ice between them sexually.

  With morning the men set about gathering wood to replenish their campfire, then they turned their attentions to catching more fish to eat. They waded out into the shallow surf, having left their shorts and T-shirts on the beach, and began looking for small fish as the waves rushed in. Pickings were slim and pretty soon Derek turned his attention to watching Tony. His naked body looked very appealing in the daylight, and his newly acquired suntan seemed to enhance the lean length of his arms and legs. How would it feel to ass-fuck him in the water he wondered, walking in his direction.

  Tony looked up and saw Derek coming toward him, saw his big rock-hard cock bobbing at his crotch, read the lusty expression on his face. He smiled and waded out a little further in the surf, stopping when the salty water reached his waist. At once he savored the feel of the encompassing cool water surrounding his naked lower body, peered down to see his dick lengthening and growing thick in the clear blue depths. When Derek joined him in the watery depths, he offered his asshole to him.

  The water made Tony’s orifice slippery, and oh so easy to enter. Derek slid his cock inside, grasp Tony’s hips and began fucking him, groaning in his ear, moving, gyrating his hips in the water, digging his fingers into Tony’s flesh.

  Tony wrapped his hand around his cock, masturbating, setting his rhythm to Derek’s thrusting strokes at his rear. Soon he was spewing a white stream in the water, watching his body’s semen shoot away from his clasped hand. With Derek’s release, he almost fell face first into the water, but Derek’s big muscular arms steadied his body. He let out an audible sigh and leaned back, resting his body against Derek’s broad chest.

  Later, they managed to catch two small fish. They put them on the fire to roast and went to collect a coconut that had fallen from its lofty perch in a nearby palm. Bashing the woody fruit on a rock to open it, they ate the flesh and drank the milk with the roasted fish.

  At night they coupled on the sand, near the signal fire, needing each other to keep warm, their bodies entwined, engorged cocks trading places inside warm tight assholes.

  “We’ll never be rescued,” Tony muttered after three weeks had passed and still no sign of a rescue vessel.

  “We’ll be rescued,” Derek stated again. He was growing resigned in his mind that Tony might be right but he refused to say the words. When the boat first ran aground on the reef offshore the island, he thought perhaps they might eventually be blown back out to sea by an errant wind, but then the damn thing capsized and he and Tony had been forced to jump overboard in order to save their lives. At least they had been near the small island and had managed to swim that far. “We’ll just keep the signal fire burning and wait on the Coast Guard to spot it.”

  All at once Tony appeared to lose it. He gritted his teeth, propped his fists on his hips and glared at Derek. “I’m tired of your fucking optimism!”

  Derek blinked his eyes at Tony. He’d never heard him explode before. It turned him on, made him want to fuck. He glanced down at his prick. It was rising in his crotch.

  “We’re gonna die here on this God-forsaken island! There isn’t anybody coming to rescue us! We’re fucking marooned, Derek!”

  Derek’s erection increased. He felt fully aroused at the anger Tony displayed. He could hardly stand the wave of sensual longing streaming through his body. He wanted to fuck Tony—now!

  Tony saw Derek’s big dick, the lustful gleam in his ogling eyes, but he was pissed off because they hadn’t been rescued like Derek had been claiming they would. He was in no mood to fuck. He took a step back, raising both hands to ward off Derek’s advances.

  Derek grew even more aroused when he saw Tony’s reluctance to have sex with him. He lunged at him, easily overpowering him with his strength. Wrestling him to the ground, he began fondling his cock, bringing an erection to Tony’s crotch. Then they had sex, each taking a turn ass-fucking the other.

  “I like it when you talk dirty,” Derek said later. He was still surprised at his reaction.

  “You’ve a lot to learn about sex. You may know about sailing boats and surviving on Pacific islands, but you’re a novice in the area of sexual expertise.”

  “Teach me,” Derek said, smiling at Tony.

  “Get us off this fucking island,” Tony countered.

  Derek stretched out on the sand, hands clasped behind his head. His body felt sated from the sex act with Tony. If only his stomach was full of food.

  “I tell you, we will be rescued. Now just relax and wile away the time. We can have sex as often as we like. There’s no one to snitch on us. And you have plenty of time to teach me all your little sex secrets.”

  “They aren’t sex secrets,” Tony stated matter-of-factly.

  “Then what are you talking about?”

  Tony let out a big sigh. “You get in too big of a hurry. You want to stick it to me real fast. You’re supposed to have an interlude of foreplay.”

  “Fuck the foreplay. Foreplay is for women. When I’m ready to fuck—I’m ready to fuck.”

  “You’re a crude sailor. Probably a marauding pirate in a former life,” Tony alleged.

  Derek suddenly jumped to his feet. All of a sudden it was clear what Tony was doing. He wanted to play games—sex games. All right! Sex games would be o
ne way to wile away the time on the island.

  “I’m the pirate captain and you’re my first mate,” Derek stated. At once he saw Tony’s eyes light up. He got to his feet, giving Derek a sidelong look. “I’m gonna tie you to the trunk of a tree and whip you with the cat-o-nine-tails.”

  “Now you’re talking!’ Tony said in a saucy voice. He pretended to flee the scene, only to allow Derek to capture him. Then Derek pushed his body against the trunk of a nearby palm tree and lashed his wrists and ankles with palm fronds.

  “Oh! I’m getting a hard-on!” Tony said, stifling a delicious shiver. “Now where’s your whip, Captain Derek? Where’s your whip?”

  Derek felt himself becoming aroused just playing the game and seeing how excited Tony was becoming. He picked up a dried palm frond and started to whip Tony, pretending to be wielding a long leather whip.

  Tony shrieked out loud and pretended to cringe against the tree trunk. After a few minutes Derek pulled him from the tree trunk and marched him out into the surf, holding his wrists together behind his back.

  “This is so exciting!” Tony said. “I’m loving every moment of it.”

  “I’m turned on like a shortwave radio,” Derek admitted. He pretended to force Tony to have sex with him, giving him a little shaking in the water until he offered up his asshole. Then he plunged his dick inside, banged him good, shot his wad, then pushed him into the water.

  Tony flailed about in the current, unable to get his hands free, until Derek rescued him.

  “I want to feel your big prick sliding along my tongue, my brave rescuer,” Tony slid up Derek’s muscular legs. Momentarily his fingers closed around Derek’s long dick. He tickled his hairy balls with his other hand while he leaned his head down to Derek’s crotch. Poking out his tongue, he licked the smooth, bulbous head of Derek’s prick. Derek sucked in a quick breath.

  “I’ve never been sucked off before,” he admitted.

  Tony opened his mouth and sucked Derek’s rod inside. It was raging hot against his tongue as he began to suck on it.

  Derek pushed inside, sliding along Tony’s tongue while he grasped his head and watched his mouth stretch over his flesh. His body quivered with delightful shivers. The sex was so new that every nuance of it brought him immense enjoyment.

  Tony tickled Derek’s balls with one hand, enticing Derek to spread his legs to give him more room to fondle. The ropy muscles beneath Derek’s hair-ridden skin tensed when he groped his balls and gave them a little squeeze.

  Within minutes Derek was groaning his delight and coming inside Tony’s hot mouth. He held Tony’s head so he couldn’t escape and shot his semen down his throat. It was a marvelous feeling—watching another man suck him to orgasm. He felt emboldened as never before in his life.

  Momentarily they stood motionless in the water, panting from their newfound sex games, only to stare out at the object situated on the horizon. A rescue ship was coming into view. Soon they would be off the damn deserted island.

  A long breath came from Derek’s lungs. “I kept telling you we’d be rescued.”

  “Yes,” Tony acknowledged. He ran one hand across Derek’s wide chest, trailing it the length of his torso, and cupping his balls in his palm. “Soon we’ll be continuing these little games on dry land, Captain.”

  DAYLIGHT AT THE FORT

  The snow fell all afternoon and evening, covering everything in sight and closing the only road in or out of the area. I stood at the front window of the cabin, looking down on

  the vast expanse of West Virginia woods stretching out to the river. We were snowed in,

  I decided, a smile coming to my mouth. Hank and I were snowed in

  The aroma of beef stew filled the cabin. Hank was noisy in the small kitchen, rattling pots and pans, putting silverware on the table. He sang some old country western song. He had a very nasal twang to his voice, as though he needed to blow his nose. It was comical. Hank thought he was a good singer. I’d never heard that particular thing said about him. I’d heard he was a good fucker.

  I turned from the window when Hank called me to the table. He was dishing up the stew, taking a pan of biscuits out of the oven, and opening cold beers. My belly was ready for some chow. And my cock was ready for an asshole to fuck. With the last thought clinging to my mind, I sat down at the table across from Hank, picked up my fork and began to eat. We didn’t talk, just ate; we washed down the meal with a second beer. Before long I was adding another log to the fire in the living room of the cabin, my stomach full of food and my mind made up to have a go at Hank. After all, we were snowed in for an indefinite period of time and I needed my daily supply of sex. I chuckled out loud at my own words. I wondered then if Hank had any idea what I was thinking. I soon realized he was way ahead of me in the game.

  Hank finished the dishes in the kitchen, brought fresh drinks into the living room, and began removing his clothes, claiming I’d built too big of a fire. He was sweating. I felt my lower jaw drop in surprise at his sudden disrobing.

  “What?” Hank remarked, grinning at me. “We’re snowed in, aren’t we? You want to fuck, don’t you?”

  “Uh...yeah,” I stammered. I looked at his big body. He was all muscle, from his well-developed pecs to his flat washboard stomach. His thighs were muscular, and his cock was enormous, one of the biggest I’d ever laid eyes on, and to further astound my eyes, Hank’s cock was semi-erect. “Yeah,” I muttered again. “I want to fuck. You bet I do.”

  I hurried out of my clothes, almost ripping the buttons off my flannel shirt I was in such a rush. Then I waited on Hank to make the first move, my mind still reeling at his having broached the subject that had been on my mind since we had come on the hunting trip. So far we hadn’t managed to kill anything, and that was probably good seeing as how I didn’t really have a taste for wild game anyway. I’d only bought the cabin because it was a good business deal. The trip was mainly so I could be alone with Hank and get to know him. I’d admired the big fucker for years, silently, of course. I was a little leery that if I approached him with the offer of sex, he’d just laugh at me. I’m not exactly Hank’s kind of guy, by that I mean Hank is a body builder, owns a gym uptown, and I’m built like a lamp post, tall, straight, and skinny. I’m a stockbroker. I sit at a desk all day. But my cock is fairly good sized. I guess it was because of that - my thinking my cock is ample - that allowed me to think I’d invite Hank away for the weekend and give him a go sexually.

  Hank stood near the fire, buck-naked, both hands propped on his hips, looking at me, a grin on his face. I suddenly felt embarrassed, as if I had two heads or something.

  “You’ve got to get it up,” he said to me. “How you gonna fuck me with that limp cock? You’ve got to get it up.”

  I glanced down at my crotch. Sure enough it was hanging there, puny and shriveled like it had already gone at it, and I hadn’t even gotten close to Hank yet.

  “I haven't figured you wrong, have I?” Hank asked.

  “No,” I rushed to say, shaking my head. “I guess I’m a little nervous - this being the first time with you, and all.” I was finding it hard to believe this was all I’d been thinking about since I’d brought Hank up to the cabin, now to actually be snowed in with the big fucker - and to be in my limp cock state.

  “Come over here and suck me,” Hank suddenly ordered. He wagged his long hard cock at me. “If that don’t get you up, nothing will.”

  Miraculously, I felt my cock stir at his words. I went to him, dropped to the wooden floor in front of him and opened my mouth. I hope I don’t choke on this big rod, I thought when Hank placed his hands on my head, aiming his cock at my mouth. It looked even bigger up close, long, thick, with a smooth round head the size of a softball - or so it appeared when Hank began pushing it between my lips.

  Just the feel of his prick sliding inside my mouth turned me on. I felt my own cock swell and begin to pulse in anticipation. I raised my hands and used one to guide Hank’s rod while I stroked his big hairy
balls with the other. He was really hung, but then I’d been told he was.

  Hank pumped in and out, thrust his hips toward my face, held my head steady with his hands, groaned at the feel of my wet mouth sucking on his tool. I could tell he was getting close to unloading inside my mouth, a fact I really didn’t want to let happen. Since he was so big and all, I figured he’d probably squirt a bucketful and I’d be forced to swallow it all. I’d never actually swallowed cum before. In fact, Hank had already given me enough surprises for one day without trying to choke me with his wad.

  “Turn around,” Hank suddenly ordered, pulling out of my mouth.

  Here it comes, I thought, getting to my feet and bending over. Here comes Hank’s big cock right up my asshole. Man oh man. I hope he don’t rip me seven ways from Sunday.

  Hank parted my ass cheeks, delved in my hole with two fingers, and hit my spot with a mouthful of hot spit, lubing my orifice for his entry. I was grateful he didn’t just poke it to me. I had it dry once and it hurt like hell. At least Hank knew what he was doing in that respect. I backed up to him a little closer and bent over a little more, trying to give him room to work, or fuck, as it was. I’d waited a long time to be with Hank and I wanted him to see I was cooperative.

  I felt the heat of his head when he first pushed it against my asshole. He grabbed both my ass cheeks in his hands and began to push inside me, slowly, then when he’d penetrated my hole a little ways, he pushed deeper. Then I felt the pressure inside my body as he sank in to the hilt. It was enormous - his cock, I mean. I could imagine it inside my intestines, lying there hot and long, engorged with man juice, my insides fitting snugly around its long hot length.

  All thoughts left my head as Hank began to thrust inside me, faster, and faster he pumped, slapping his belly against my sweaty ass as he grew closer to coming. Then he exploded inside me, letting out a loud yelp as the semen spurted forth, and pinched my ass cheeks with his big hands.