(Jack)
The next few days were a whirlwind, as we set out to enhance our camp. We focused on making the roof weather-tight, replacing the old one with a tarp and securing rows of palm leaves between planks of wood.
We also built a storage area at the back of the hut for our food and suitcases. Aaron suggested adding a door to the open side of the hut to protect us from future storms. Rick agreed and began marking up wood to cut with the saw, which was rapidly growing blunter with each use.
Once we finished, the open side of the hut, framed by large doors on either side, became the centrepiece of our camp. We dismantled the rocks and wire racks that made up the fire and moved it a few metres, so it was closer to the front of the hut. This way, even if we were in bed, we could still be part of the conversation around the fire. We had filled in the muddy pathways we'd created by our footfall with soft white sand, ferried up from the beach and kept it clear of twigs and fallen leaves, a task I took to doing every morning. While Rick collected firewood, Aaron boiled water to drink and clean our clothes. Not that we often wore much more than shorts and maybe a vest or t-shirt at best.
Aaron had been relaxing on the bed while Rick was busy trying to fix the radios by the fire pit. The usual jungle sounds were broken by the occasional crackle of static. I had been floating around trying to keep myself busy before Joining Aaron on the bed and watching Rick work.
He was hunched over a log, a look of intense concentration on his face. He had a screwdriver in one hand and a pair of pliers in the other. Wires and small components were scattered around him like a chaotic puzzle.
"What are you doing now?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
"Trying to fix the frequency modulator," Rick replied without looking up. "It's not picking up any signals."
I watched as he carefully adjusted a tiny screw, his fingers deftly arranging the delicate parts. "What's a frequency modulator?" I asked.
"It's a component that helps the radio tune into different frequencies," he explained. "Without it, we can't pick up any broadcasts."
I nodded, acting like I understood. "So, if you fix that, we'll be able to hear other people?"
Aaron laughed from the bed, shaking his head. "Jack, leave the guy alone. He's trying to concentrate."
I sheepishly apologised, "Sorry, Rick."
Rick laughed it off, glancing at me with a smile. "It's okay, Jack. I don't mind."
Aaron shifted on the bed, looking towards the waves. "Hey, Jack, lets go down to the water, nature is calling."
Aaron and I paddled in the waves for a few minutes, enjoying the cool water and the peaceful sound of the surf, "You need to lure Rick out of camp later", I reminded him, "So I can set up for his Birthday." "Set up? There a jungle party supply shop I don't know about?"
I smirked, "You'll have to wait and see won't you."
As we approached, we saw Rick looking triumphant by the fire pit. He glanced up and grinned at us. "Guess what? I've got the two radios to connect!"
Aaron's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Really? That's amazing!" he exclaimed, easing himself down onto a nearby log.
"How far will it reach?" I asked, genuinely interested.
Rick thought for a moment, turning one of the radios over in his hands. "Probably a mile or two," he guessed. "It won't help us contact others, but at least we can communicate with each other if we need to split up."
I nodded, impressed. "That's still pretty useful. Your so clever, Rick."
Rick shrugged, a modest smile on his face. "Thanks. Just trying to make the best of our situation."
Aaron threw an arm around his shoulder, ""Honestly Rick, it's amazing man."
"Rick, lets go check the nets," suggested Aaron snatching up a knife and winking at me, "I want you to teach me how to kill the fish quickly." Rick nodded, climbed to his feet and followed him down to the ocean. I waited until they were both out of camp, before I threw open a case and pulled out lines of makeshift bunting I had been secretly working on. Over the last few days, every time Rick had left the camp, I had been tearing up women's clothing and long-sleeved tops, knotting them onto a rope.
I began hanging the bunting between the branches above our communal area, a smile of satisfaction spreading across my face. It looked festive and colourful. Next, I arranged several small piles of rocks and stones with holes in the middle around the camp, placing small amounts of dried leaves and sticks in each. I carefully lit them from the flames of the central fire, watching as they caught and began to burn.
I had just finished lighting the last pile when I heard Aaron and Rick approaching. My heart raced with excitement.
"What's all this?" Rick asked, a smile spreading across his face as he took in the decorations.
Practically bouncing on the balls of my feet, I squealed, "Happy birthday!" and ran at Rick to hug him.
Aaron joined the hug, laughing. "Why would I want to learn to gut fish when we have you? Happy birthday, big man."
Rick looked genuinely surprised and touched. "How did you know?" he asked, his voice a little choked up.
I looked up at him with a grin. "You told me the other day. I wasn't going to forget that. You're 30, right?"
"Yeah. I am. Thanks, boys. This means a lot." He pulled us both closer, his embrace warm and heartfelt.
Aaron broke the hug, walking towards the hut with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I think we all deserve a bit of this," he said, holding out the alcohol. "Special occasions and all that."
The three of us settled around the fire and passed the bottle back and forth. We'd each only had a few mouthfuls, but it was enough to feel warm and relaxed. The glow of the small fires around the camp added to the festive atmosphere.
A short while later, I leaned in close to Rick, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've got a confession, birthday boy." Rick glanced up, eyebrow cocked. "I didn't exactly wrap your present."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "After all this? You've done more than enough, mate." "Oh, I guess you don't want this then." And in one swift movement, I rolled backwards and lifted my arse into the air while also pulling on my shorts so that my hole was fully exposed.
"Wow, that's quite the party favour." he laughed.
Aaron grabbed my hips and held me still, "C'mon Rick, it's obvious you've been wanting to try."
He shifted, not so subtly adjusting himself. "Well," he admitted with a nervous laugh, "I guess I have been... curious. He stood, slowly unbuttoning his shorts while we watched, "Might need you both to work on this first then... seeing as it is my Birthday!" He added as he pulled his slightly puffy dick out.
With the slightest of effort, he rolled back the foreskin, revealing the glistening head of his cock, as he stepped out of the shorts. Instinctively, we both rushed, our hands met at Rick's cock, fingers brushing against each other as we both grasped his shaft. I glanced at Aaron, a mischievous glint in my eye, before lowering my mouth to Rick's tip. Aaron followed suit, and soon we were both licking and sucking at Rick's rapidly hardening member.
Rick let out a low groan, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head. "Fuck, that feels amazing," he muttered, his voice husky with desire.
I swirled my tongue around his head while Aaron worked his shaft, our movements in perfect sync. Rick's cock swelled to its full size, impressive and thick between us.
"Birthday boy gets to choose," Aaron said, pulling back slightly. "How do you want us, Rick?"
Rick's eyes, dark with lust, darted between us. "I want... I want to fuck you both."
"Well, birthday boy gets what birthday boy wants," Aaron purred, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Lay down, Jack," Aaron's voice was gentle as he guided me down onto the soft ground. He lifted my legs into the air, exposing me to him and Rick. Kneeling beside my face, Rick eagerly waved his erection in front of me, silently asking for me to take him into my mouth, which I happily did.
Aaron pressed soft kisses across my cheeks, slowly working closer to my hole. When he finally reached it, I shivered slightly. His tongue ran across my pucker and pushed gently inside as he gradually increased his intensity, lapping at me, using his fingers to pull my cheeks apart. Rick held my chin, angling it so that his dick could sink deeper inside. I felt Aaron push his finger slowly inside me, I couldn't help but moan at the sensation as he fingered and rimmed me simultaneously.
"You're doing so good, Jack," Aaron whispered, "Might need your Help down here Rick."
Rick pulled his cock from my mouth and moved to kneel beside him.
Aaron began sliding two fingers into me instead of one, stretching me further. It felt good... overwhelmingly good. I watched as Aaron sucked Rick's cock into his mouth for a moment and pulled off, leaving spit covering his shaft, he pulled his fingers out of me and nudged Rick forward.
I felt the head of Rick's cock ease into me slowly, filling me completely. I gasped at the sensation, my body adjusting to his size. At the same time, Aaron moved around me and guided his cock to my lips.
As Rick began to move, setting a steady rhythm, I took Aaron deeper into my mouth. The dual sensations were overwhelming - Rick's thick cock stretching me from behind, Aaron's smooth length sliding over my tongue.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Rick groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.
Aaron's hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements. "That's it, Jack. Take both of us," he encouraged.
I moaned with Aaron's cock in my mouth as Rick pulled out of me. Seeing his opportunity, Aaron leaned over and took Rick's dick into his own mouth before positioning it back at my hole.
Rick thrust into me vigorously, then pulled out and pushed back into Aaron's eager mouth. "That's so hot," Rick groaned, repeating the action. "Taste both of us A."
Aaron pulled away from Rick's shaft with a gasp, "I think it's my turn." He said, positioning himself on all fours, arching his arse into the air.
"Sounds great to me." Laughed Rick as he shuffled forward on his knees and slapped his heavy, hard dick onto Aaron's pink hole.
I moved closer, "Go slow Rick, he hasn't been opened."
He leant forward and using his weight pushed the tip of his dick to breach Aaron's sphincter.
Aaron hissed, "Don't worry Jack. The more friction the better. Now, get your dick in my mouth."
I knelt in front of him, so that my leaking dick was level with his lips, he opened his mouth; probably to make some joke, but before he could I shoved it inside. Rick leaned forward and grabbed my shoulder with one hand and Aaron's hip with the other, increasing the pace and force of our movements. Soon, he was using all of his strength to rapidly thrust us both into different ends of Aaron's willing body.
Aaron's moans became louder, his whimpers mixing with the smacking sounds of flesh against flesh. His fingers dug into my hips, Rick thrust harder, driving Aaron forward into my face onto my dick until we were all connected in a tangled mass of writhing bodies.
I cried out in pleasure, "Yes! Don't stop!" My entire body tensed and my balls tightened as I released my load deep into Aaron's waiting mouth.
Rick pulled out his own throbbing member and with a guttural shout of "Fuck!" sprayed streams of cum all over Aaron's back.
With a final grunt, Aaron jerked upright, his neglected cock twitching before painting the ground with his own load.
"Christ," Aaron wheezed, "You have quite the stamina Rick."
Rick chuckled breathlessly, "Two holes, one stone. Or should I say, one bone?"
"Careful there, birthday boy," I quipped, "Your dad jokes are showing."
"Hey, I'm allowed. I'm officially old now," Rick retorted with a grin.
Aaron snorted, "Old or not, you just proved you've still got it. Maybe too much of it."
"What can I say?" Rick shrugged, a smug smile playing on his lips. "I aim to please."
(Rick)
While Jack followed Aaron to the stream to help clean my cum off his back, I pulled one of the mattresses out of the hut and placed it in front of the fire, leaning one side against the log we usually sat on. I tossed pillows and blankets on top, creating a makeshift sofa with a very low back. Satisfied with my work, I added more wood to each of Jack's little fires around the camp and settled myself onto the mattress, feeling the warmth of the fire on my face. The others returned from the lake, looking refreshed. "I thought we could have a bit more to drink?" I suggested.
Jack was already climbing in, snuggling into my chest. "Where's my space then?" teased Aaron.
"Right here," I answered, lifting the blanket on my other side in invitation.
The three of us lay with our heads facing the sky, peering through the leaves at the night sky. Aaron took a swig from the bottle and said, "I'd never seen so many stars until our first night here," while passing the bottle to me.
I took a mouthful and, ignoring Aaron's comment, said, "I've done some pretty adventurous things tonight." This gained me a snigger from Jack and a smile from Aaron. "I'm just wondering," I went on, "if I should do one more." And with that, I tilted my head down and kissed Jack. Once recovered from his shock, he kissed back. I broke the kiss and looked to Aaron. "Well, two more." I closed the distance and met Aaron's lips, who kissed me gently and passionately back.
BANG BANG the tranquillity shattered in an instant as gunshots reverberated through the trees.
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