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Chapter 3
(Aaron)
I woke just as the first rays of light began to peek over the horizon and filter through the trees. I stretched my back and shoulders, reaching out into the empty space beside me. Sitting up, I scanned the camp and what little of the beach I could see for Jack. I called out, pulling myself to stand. Perplexed, I headed towards the beach and saw him. Off in the distance, Jack was waving two large palm leaves in the air, jumping and spinning like a wild dancer. I started towards him, shaking my head in bemusement and smiling at his elaborate dance.
As I got closer, I realized that several birds were circling and occasionally diving towards him. Suddenly concerned, I sprinted forward before coming to an abrupt halt. The ground was moving with hundreds of tiny creatures--no, not crabs. Turtles, baby turtles.
"Thank god you're here. I need help," he panted breathlessly. I ran up the beach, grabbing two leaves of my own to battle the screeching gulls. I made my way back to Jack, stepping carefully around the baby turtles as they pulled themselves from their nests and hauled themselves towards the safety of the sea.
I then did my best impression of Yoda, spinning my leaves like lightsabres. I kept my distance from Jack so that between us, we could protect a larger area. I couldn't help but laugh at what we must have looked like: two deranged, nearly naked scarecrows. I can't say we were entirely successful, but after 30 minutes we had seen many hundreds of turtles safely to the calm, lapping waves, and the birds thankfully moved on.
"Well," I started, "I can't say I was expecting to spend my morning trying to karate-chop some seagulls."
Jack shook his head, smiling, his chest heaving with exertion. "Tell me about it. I stepped out for a quick piss and suddenly I'm auditioning for 'So You Think You Can Scare Birds.'"
I pulled him into a hug. "Me too. I'm glad I noticed you were gone so I could help." We then wandered up and down the beach searching for stragglers. We reached into every hole we could find to make sure no turtle was left behind. Many seemed too weak to scuttle down the beach, so we carried them down to the water. As soon as they touched the water, it gave them a sudden burst of energy, and they shot off into the deeper water.
We continued our efforts for another hour, ensuring as many turtles as possible made it to the sea. It was tiring work, but seeing those tiny creatures make it to the water was incredibly rewarding. Finally, I suggested, "Shall we have some breakfast? I think we've done all we can."
Jack nodded his agreement. "Yeah, I'm starving."
After eating, we stripped out of our shorts and walked waist deep into the water, as I sneaked a sideways look at Jack and caught him doing the same, "Instead of peeking, you're more than welcome to come and get a better look."
He smiled and closed the gap between us, "Okay, I will." He said boldly, planting a kiss on my lips. The waves began rocking us back and forth as we kissed and groped at each other. "We should head back; those clouds don't look friendly." He said, pointed out towards the horizon where a huge black cloud was forming. We waded from the waves, which were rapidly beginning to grow and ran back to the shelter.
Each throwing a towel over our shoulders we quickly dried off and dressed, "Lets, make sure everything's against the rock wall in case the storm heads this way."
"Good idea." He responded, pulling the large case against the rocky out cropping as the wind began to hiss through the trees.
Within minutes the wind was beginning to pick up and whip through the trees, shaking leaves loose and rattling the walls of our structure. We scurried around stuffing and throwing as much of our belongs against the rock face as we could before the rain started.
We joined the sleeping bags together on the floor against the suitcases, softening the ground as we sat cross legged staring out towards the incoming storm.
It wasn't long until the rain began battering the trees, coming down like a deluge, we could make out waves a meter tall, crashing onto the beach, it was terrifying and beautiful.
Jack shuffled closer and I wrapped my arm around him as he shouted, "We did a better job than I thought making this waterproof."
"Spoke too soon." I laughed jumping to my feet as one patch of the roof parted, and water flooded into the hut. Within seconds we were soaked as we began pulling thing away from the leak. Quickly we stripped ourselves of our wet clothes and climbed into the -somewhat- waterproof sleeping bag. We continued to endure the barrage of wind and rain while huddled against each other's naked bodies.
Gradually the wind began to lessen and with the storm beginning to pass, I became more acutely aware of Jack's naked body pressed against my right side. He seemed to be having the same thoughts as he leant into my body, turning his neck and pressing small kisses against my skin. I pulled him in tighter and we wriggled around in the sleeping bag, so that we ended up sat, facing each other, my legs under his, and his wrapped behind my hips. I looked down at him, as he glanced up through his lashes a small smile spreading across his face, which emulated my own.
"You're beautiful." I whispered.
A blush crept up his neck, "I was thinking the same thing about you."
I slid a hand up his arm and reached it behind his neck, holding him firmly, pulling him forward so that our lips could meet. I made my lips as soft as possible as I pressed them against his, after a few moments, I felt them part, granting me access to slip my tongue inside. With the passion building the kiss began to get messier, we were grabbing and pulling at one another's bodies. I tugged him onto my lap, so that he straddled me; our bare chests pressing together. He was now taller than me, so I now had to strain my neck upwards to meet his lips. I took the opportunity to kiss his neck, sucking and nipping gently. My hard dick arching upwards and pressing between his cheeks.
We shucked off the sleeping sack, letting the cold air rush across our bodies as I guided Jack to lie on his back and kissed his naked chest, stomach and hips. Reaching his crotch, I grabbed at his hard cock, tongue swirling around his tip and down the underside of his shaft. I teased him with light kisses before taking him completely into my mouth, concentrating on opening my throat. His fingers threaded into my hair and his grip tightened as I sucked him in and out before doing the same to his balls, pulling both of them into my mouth.
Jack groaned with pleasure as I ran fingers up his thigh and begin circling around his ass. My fingers drifting across his hole, back and forth before I added a little pressure with two fingers, earning a hum of approval. "You like that." I stated with confidence,
"Yes. I want, I need more." Said Jack breathlessly.
With my other hand I reached over and flipped the lid of a case open and pulled out the bottle of lube, "Good job we found this then." I applied a small amount onto my finger and circled around his hole before again applying a small amount of pressure, as his body parted, he gasped and I caught him in a deep kiss, working my finger in and out pushing slightly deeper each time. I ventured to add another finger which to my surprise his arse accepted. I continued to work my fingers in and out as we kissed before stating, "I need to fuck you."
Jack glanced down with a lopsided smile, "So, fuck me."
I pushed myself onto his knees, lifting his hips, rubbing my aching helmet at the entrance of his body. I pushed inside. I pulled back out and pushed back in again a few times, massaging his cheeks before slowly sliding half of my cock inside of him and holding still, allowing his body to get adjusted. Reaching forward I cupped his neck and rocked back and forth, making sure not to press and deeper until he told me.
"Push all the way in."
I obliged and used my weight to sink forward until I bottomed out inside him. Pain flickered across his face as his mouth gaped and eyebrows creased, but as it was quickly replaced with ecstasy. I leant forward, straining my back to kiss him, while continuing to slowly fuck him, I wanted this to feel as good for him as it did for me. His tight hole, clamping around me as I slowly stretched him out. Picking up the pace, I began thrusting harder, his dick, which had softened as I entered him, grew back to its full hardness between us and was bouncing up and down, between his legs as I rocked our bodies, I grabbed it giving it a few strokes when a sudden gust of wind sent freezing rain across our naked bodies. We squealed, instinctively I dove away from the rain pulling my dick out of him with a `pop'.
Laughing I helped him to his feet, placing my hands on his hips, encouraging him to turn and face the rocky wall. I lined myself up and thrust back in, with a single movement. He gasped and his head tipped backwards, his mouth open and eyes closed, I pressed kisses to his cheek before increasing my pace. Jack had to steady himself, opening his legs wider he leant forward and gripped the walls for support and on instinct arched his back. I gripped his shoulders and continued my assault. Our groans began to mix in the air with neither of us attempting to stifle our moans.
I laid down on the floor and taking his hand guided him down, so that he was squatting over my lap, impaled on my cock. I continued to thrust up into him, while he fisted his own cock, his breathing became ragged, and he grunted as he began to shoot ropes of cum across my pale chest. I grabbed his hips hard and bounced mine up to meet his, my rhythm faltered as I shot my load deep into him.
The storm finally blew over, and after an hour or so, the skies cleared up like nothing had happened. We were laying out our soggy belongings to dry in the sun when I caught Jack wincing as he bent over.
"Feeling a bit tender, are we?" I asked, trying and failing to hide my amusement. "Don't worry, it's like riding a bike. You get used to it."
Jack rubbed his backside, chuckling despite his discomfort. "Yeah, except I don't remember my bike ever leaving me walking funny right after."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry babes."
That night we sat on the beach watching the sun disappear, eating roasted crab and coconut. The crab had been a lucky grab Jack had made but it was a bitch to kill and cook it. Still, it was a welcome change, assuming it didn't make us both ill. "Is that a light?" Jack asked.
"Where?" I squinted out into the darkness, "I don't see anything."
"No, not at sea. The jungle."
I span around and there, high in the jungle was a flickering light.
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