Erik and Gil

Author's Note: What you are about to read is a gay fantasy about two teen celebrities. It does not represent nor imply the true sexual orientation of the characters. If fantasies about teen celebrities having a same sex experience offend you, you should not read any further. This story has been posted at free adult sites featuring gay stories for adult entertainment only and may not be copied electronically nor in any other form for redistribution. Permission has not been given to copy or post this story in any other sites than those described here. Lyrics are copyright of BMG Record Company. A very special thanks to my friend Gammy for his help with the Mexican phrases and information about the jungle and coast. This story is the third of a series and follows "Erik & Gil: The Sailboat." Fans of celeb stories can write to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

Erik & Gil: The Beach

The waves crashed down upon the beach, and as the ocean receded it dragged the naked body back out to sea. Mind and limbs numbed by the icy cold of the storm-driven waves and the exhaustion of swimming, the boy tried hopelessly to cling to the sand as he felt himself being dragged back out. With the next wave he was thrown a bit higher onto the beach. With painstaking effort, the boy dragged himself forward inch by inch before the sea dragged him back again.

Having escaped the waves, he lay there, naked, exhausted, and cold, but more than anything else, saddened beyond description by the likelihood that the only boy he'd ever loved had drowned. Then a peaceful blackness mercifully descended upon him. Some time later, he slowly opened his eyes and stared up at the dark storm-clogged sky. How long he had lain there he had no way of knowing. The dark black cumulonimbus clouds were beginning to disperse. With agonizing effort, the boy sat up and brushed the strands of long brown hair out of his eyes. After the ordeal he had been through, muscles accustomed to strenuous exercise ached and throbbed painfully as he raised himself on his elbows. The gray sea was still white-capped and a strong wind was still blowing, but the clouds were lifting.

The sailboat was nowhere to be seen. There was of course a chance that it had survived the storm, but Erik was too experienced a sailor and too practical-minded to fool himself. With all his experience, he had been swept overboard. What chance would Gil, totally inexperienced, have had to ride out the storm? Tears came to his eyes. Why had he suggested they go sailing? Why had he had to show off? They could have gone golfing, or played their guitars and listened to their fave bands. He could have chosen anything other than showing off his sailboat and his nautical skills.

The day had been so perfect, teaching Gil the rudiments of sailing, the picnic lunch, the lovemaking, just being together. Both of their lives were at a peak professionally and personally now they were dashed just as the storm had dashed his body against the shore. If Gil was dead, he'd never be able to live with the fact it was he who had suggested they go boating. Why had he fallen asleep? If he had been awake, he would have seen the storm. Without Gil his life would not be worth continuing, and knowing he was responsible for Gil's death he would surely kill himself.

Why had this happened? Was this a reminder that as a homosexual he was not allowed to love another? Was this God's way of telling him he wasn't allowed to have a joyful life? Gil was his first real true love, and only the second boy he'd ever had sex with. Erik stared out at the churning sea. Gil had had many boys. Perhaps this was Gil's punishment for his sinful, promiscuous life. If it was, then he didn't want to live in heaven. Gil was no sinner. He was the most perfect, caring son and dedicated musician he'd ever known. So what if he'd picked up fans after his performances? It wasn't hurting anyone.

The young American teen stared out at the gray sea and breaking sky, at the white capped waves, searching hopelessly for a sign of the sailboat. Something white floating in the distance caught his eye. He got to his feet and walked with aching limbs to the shoreline. There definitely was something floating out there, perhaps half a kilometer from the shore. One of the sails from the sailboat? A dead porpoise? A body? His heart leaped to his throat. It could be. If he had been washed overboard, why not Gil?

He began to wade out, ignoring the cold, ignoring his aches. The water rose up his thighs and as it slowly reached his testicles he faltered, the ice cold striking him to the core. He was only a quarter of the way there. He had no choice. He had to know if it was a body! If it was, there could be a chance he was still alive. Even if he was dead, better to know that than to never know. Better to have his body so it could be sent back to Germany no! No! No! No! He would not think that way.

Erik angrily threw his body into the Pacific and swam. He swam in the hopes of saving his beloved. He swam for his own sanity. Periodically he paused and checked his location and then continued. His muscles were numb but he would not give up. Yard by yard he closed the distance until he was there. It was a body, a naked body! It was Gil. On the one hand he was elated, but on the other he dreaded what he might find out. The cold white flesh and long blond hair floating in the water looked like so many crime scenes of dead bodies in the movies and on television. No! No! He must not think that! He rolled the body over and raised the head. The waves were too cold and too rough for him to begin mouth to mouth without endangering his own life.

His aches gone, his strength renewed, he battled his way back to the beach. The shore seemed an impossible distance away, but he made it back, and he dragged the cold, limp body up the sand. Kneeling down beside the lifeless form, he bent over and his lips met the icy cold lips of the motionless body. He breathed in, and then exhaled, one thousand, two thousand, three thousand. He inhaled and breathed out. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand. He would not give up. He would never give up. Over and over and over. As a sailor and a boy who lived all his life near the ocean, he'd been well trained in how to give mouth to mouth resuscitation. He blew his air into the lifeless body, praying, hoping, wishing with each breath. Can't be dead, two thousand, can't be dead, four thousand.

Suddenly, unbelievably, the pale, white body convulsed and the boy sputtered. He gagged and vomited up the sea water. Then he collapsed on his back, and his eyes looked up blankly, staring as if into empty space, not into the face of his lover. Fuck no! He could not be brain damaged. Not that beautiful nightingale-voiced boy. Not the only person who made his life worth living. Erik wanted to scream as he looked down at the blank face. Gil looked away and then back up at Erik.

"Is this heaven?" he asked weakly.

"Yes, " said Erik with relief, "It is now that you are with me."

"Knew God would let gay boys in. Will He let us fuck?"

Erik smiled. "In heaven we can do anything we want." He raised Gil and cradled the limp boy in his arms. "But this isn't heaven, Gil. We are alive! I don't know where we are, but we beat the sea. We are both alive, and still on Earth.

"Fuck me."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"We'd better get you warm first. You need to rest, to get your strength back. . . ."

"I can rest later. I want you to do me, now."

"Gil."

"Please."

Erik never could resist those seductive blue eyes. He would do whatever the blond singer asked of him, any time, without question. Anything, that is, but harm him. Gil didn't know what he was saying.

"I want to feel you in me," Gil continued emphatically. "I want to make love with you. That was the only thing that kept me going out there in the sea, the only thing that kept me conscious, the thought of you in me. I resolved that I would survive, that I would find you, that you would be alive, and we would make love."

The boys kissed, softly, tenderly, as if their lips were fragile. Gil lay there and felt his blood returning to the surface as Erik gently massaged and caressed his smooth chest, his forearms and biceps, his calves and his thighs. Gradually he felt himself become aroused. He looked down and saw Erik was become aroused also.

Erik gingerly spread apart Gil's slender legs and carefully raised his body. He bowed his head and spit on his six-and-a-half inch cock for lubrication. Then he slowly eased forward until his hot, hard prick touched Gil's butthole. As Erik pressed onward, Gil pushed outward and the hot American teen ever so slowly forced apart the young German singer's sphincter and entered his body. He paused, his cock sunk deep up Gil's rectum, and he glanced down at the slender, blue-eyed boy. Gil smiled back up at him reassuringly.

Slowly he began to fuck. He could feel the heat deep in Gil's body enveloping his cock like a furnace. As he worked his cock in and out of Gil's hot hole slowly and tenderly, Erik kissed Gil's neck, and his cheeks, and his lips. Gil began to constrict and relax his rectum in time with Erik's movements, working with him. With their lips locked together, the two boys gyrated their hips in unison.

I am so in love with you,

So in love, in love with you,

My heart's in danger,

But what else can I do,

So in love, in love with you.

As Erik felt himself approaching his climax, he continued his slow, rhythmic movement. Any other time he would have paused to make their union last longer, but he did not want to put any further strain on the fragile boy beneath him. Instead, as he continued to work his cock in and out of Gil's body, the young teen enjoyed the growing tension and anticipation. His breathing had become heavier, as had Gil's, rivaling that of the pounding surf. He began to work his hips faster, driving his six-and-a-half inch rod in and out of Gil's pulsating hole. His young nuts tightened. Erik bent his head and kissed Gil firmly as he felt his cum begin to rise up the core of his cock.

The two teenage boys grasped each other tightly as their bodies convulsed. They came together, Erik's hot cum throbbing out of his cock and filling Gil's rectum and Gil's cum spurting out of his aching, waving dick and jetting between their two naked bodies. They trembled and gasped with their release, with the bliss of coming and the even greater bliss of having made the other come. They lay there locked in each other's arms and with Erik embedded in Gil for the longest time. Finally with a gentle kiss, they separated and lay there on the beach side by side. They were soon fast asleep.

They did not awake until morning. As the sky turned red, the limbs of the two naked boys entwined, and as their lips met and they caressed, their young flesh stirred. They kissed softly, kisses of love, not lust, kisses that reflected their delight with each other's presence. They slipped their hands down and fondled each other's growing flesh.

"Where are we?" asked Gil.

"I have no idea. Perhaps the Baja peninsula, perhaps the coast of Mexico. We could be on a small island."

"Doesn't matter. We are together, that is all that is important."

"Right, that is what matters."

"So, we going to fuck, or eat?"

"Which would you like to do?"

"Both, but I can do the first better on a full stomach."

"Then we'd better see what we can do for food."

The two boys got to their feet and began to search the jungle. To their delight, they found several trees loaded with mangos and a couple coconut trees near the beach. Collecting as many mangos as they could carry, they returned to the shoreline. Pealing off the yellowish-red rind, they devoured the tart, juicy flesh. Gil laughingly leaned over and licked the juice dripping off Erik's chin and the boys kissed. Their stomachs full, the two naked teens were soon making love there on the sand.

Afterward, they broke off two green branches and sat in the shade and began sharpening them with two sharp-edged stones to form spears. It took them the rest of the day. That night, as the sun began to set, they made love again.

The next day after a breakfast of mangos, they waded in the tidal pools in search of crabs and tried to spear fish. After four hours, Gil managed to spear a huachinango, a red snapper, and Erik managed to catch two crabs. Unable to start a fire, they sat there naked that evening, eating raw fish and crab between chunks of coconut to make it easier to swallow.

"If this is what sushi is like, you can have it," observed Erik as he wiped his fingers off on a palm leaf.

"Yes, I much prefer my food cooked also," agreed Gil. He stared out to sea, and suddenly laughed.

"What is it?"

"This is just like the beginning of time. Two naked fishers and gatherers eating their evening repast by the sea."

"And how do you think fishers and gatherers at the beginning of time made love?"

"Much like this," replied Gil, taking Erik in his arms and kissing him.

Erik returned the kiss, their breaths smelling of raw fish and coconut.

Gil's long, blond hair brushed across Erik's shoulders as the boys wrapped their arms about each other. They closed their eyes as they kissed gently and fondly, and they began to run their fingers over each other's smooth back. As Erik continued his massage, working his hands down lower and lower, he kissed Gil's smooth chest, and nibbled at his small teats until they were hard. He continued on down over the singer's flat stomach to the soft, silky hairs of his crotch.

Gil turned around so he was laying beside Erik in the opposite direction. He nuzzled the teenage actor's sensitive thighs, causing him to tremble. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick, running his moist tongue along the boy's thigh and up to his nuts. Erik spread apart his legs and Gil licked the cord under his nuts and then sucked on his balls, taking first the lower left and then the right in his mouth. Erik's cock was beginning to swell, and so was Gil's. The two boys simultaneous slipped their lips over each other's growing flesh and began to suck. For the two teens, there was nothing more awesome than to feel a boy swelling in your mouth, and to feel his mouth enveloping your own swelling cock.

It did not take the two teenagers long to become stiff. They began to work their mouths up and down each other's shafts, applying a gentle suction as they slipped their lips from the base to the knob and back down. Over and over they worked their lips, basting each other's cock with their spittle and then when their mouths were overflowing, swallowing the unique dick-flavored saliva. Their tongues caressed each other's spongy cockhead and as the horny boys began to leak pre-cum, their tongues eagerly licked up the sweet offering.

Their breathing became labored as they felt themselves approaching their orgasms. Gil was the first, and he grasped Erik's naked hips as his cum raced up the core of his cock and into his lover's mouth. Erik responded by grasping Gil's butt and releasing his own thick, juicy load. His cock throbbed and his semen spurted into Gil's mouth as his own mouth filled with Gil's salty load. Erik moaned with the delight of swallowing his lover's offering and the bliss of his own climax. He could hear Gil moaning softly and he knew it was for the same reason.

The next morning after their usual breakfast of mangos, they headed up one of the trails, weaving their way through the thick jungle growth, marking their way by hacking a cut into one of the trees with a sharp stone they carried with them. They walked for four hours, until the sun was high above them. Coming upon a pineapple bush, they broke open the thick, spiny fruit and gorged themselves on the juicy pulp.

"Shall we continue?" asked Gil, sticking his sticky middle finger in his mouth and sucking on it.

Erik leaned back and looked over at the naked, gorgeous youth. He was sitting there with his legs spread apart, his limp cock hanging inviting over his large, silky-haired nuts. His honey-blond hair, slowly being bleached by the hot sun, hung over his shoulders and down over his small, delicious-looking teats. At six feet and a hundred-and-sixty pounds, Gil was only an inch shorter and ten pounds heavier than himself. 'Fuck,' thought Erik as he admired the gorgeous, naked teenager, 'he looks so hot.'

"What?" asked Gil with a grin as he removed his finger.

"It's too hot to continue walking."

"Yeah, I thought so too," he said as he crawled over to Erik.

"That pineapple was great, but fuckin' sticky."

"Most things that are great are fuckin' sticky," observed Erik with that lopsided grin that Gil found so erotic.

"And what else might that be?" he teased.

"Can tell you, or show you."

"Isn't it too hot to show me?"

"Never too hot for that," grinned Erik as he leaned over and kissed Gil's lips.

Gil ran his hands over the sixteen-year-old's tanned chest, massaging the solid muscle. Erik was so strong, and his body so solid. He himself was no weakling nor was he fat. His muscles just had not yet taken on the solid tone that Erik's had, probably because of Erik's more active interests in sports. Surfing, sailing, and horseback riding took muscle. Gil loved, strong, muscular boys, boys like Erik von Detten. When he daydreamed about boys, it was boys like Erik, or Jonathan Taylor Thomas or Blake Heron, boys who were strong and masculine. He knew many people thought he looked like a girl, and he didn't mind that. In fact for him that was perfect, because when he was with a boy he felt like a girl. He wanted to please the boy, to bring him off, to bring him the ultimate pleasure a boy can know. To Gil that was more important than reaching his own orgasm.

Gil could not explain that any more than he could explain why he liked both boys and girls. Gil did like girls. He would readily have sex with a girl again if the opportunity arose. However, he did not like them that much and was not that horny that he would actively pursue one just to have sex with her. On the other hand, if they met and the girl was interested and willing, he would be too. So far that situation had only happened once in his life, with Tina. When it had happened, it just seemed like the natural thing to do. Although she was older than he was, he was the one in charge, the one who did the fucking, not the other way around. Maybe that was what made him bi, wanting to be the dominant partner with girls and the submissive one with boys. He wondered if all bi boys were like that. He really didn't know. He didn't have any other bi boy to talk to.

Gil squeezed Erik's biceps appreciatively and massaged the solid muscle.

He loved the contours of Erik's arms, his biceps and triceps. Returning to his chest, he massaged his pecs with a firm, practised hand. He did not go out and pursue girls, but while he'd been on the road he'd pursued boys. He didn't know why that was, except that he was more comfortable with the idea of having sex with a boy when he was on the road and in a strange hotel room. Maybe that was because he'd always linked sex with girls with love, and sex with boys with pleasure. That had come to an end the night he'd invited Erik to his hotel room in Seattle. With all the other boys he'd had sex, with Erik he'd made love.

Erik sighed deeply with pleasure as the blond singer gently massaged him. As Gil leaned forward and his long, silky hair brushed his chest and then fell on either side of his ribs, Erik trembled with the delightful touch. He felt Gil's moist, soft lips kissing his chest, his ribs, and then gliding over to his nipples. As the youth licked and then sucked on his dark brown teats, he sighed with the burning feeling and ran his hands over Gil's naked back, massaging him, encouraging him to continue.

Gil did, sucking and licking until he had both nipples firm and aching and sending pangs of stimulation through Erik's chest. He continued on down, his long hair preceding him as he licked and kissed Erik's rippling ribs and then paused to tongue his navel. Erik squirmed and sighed with the sensation of the hot tongue twirling in his belly button. Then it was on to Erik's sensitive thighs, licking and kissing them, then slipping up to his hot, musky genitals. Gil inhaled the heady fragrance and then ran his tongue back down to lick Erik's thighs some more until his cock was standing up and eager for attention.

He then had Erik get on his elbows and knees and he nuzzled up behind the boy. Erik had never been fucked, and though he wasn't sure if he wanted to be, for Gil he was willing to do anything, even lose his cherry. That was not, however, what Gil had in mind. The hot sixteen-year-old bent forward and pulling apart the boy's cheeks, he ran his tongue up the crack. His slit was salty, and the hole had a musky fragrance. Gil pressed his lips against Erik's hole in an obscene kiss and then licked it. As Erik felt the singer's hot tongue worming into his butthole it almost sent a rope of cum shooting out of his cock he felt so hot. Gil continued to lick and suck on his hole until Erik could take no more.

"Mmmm," said Gil as Erik rolled over on his back and looked up at the hot young singer longingly, "what have we here?"

Erik looked down to where he was gazing, at his hot, erect six-and-a-half inches of hard teenage flesh. A fresh droplet of pre-cum was oozing out of the tip. Gil bent down and licked it up with the tip of his tongue, only to have a second droplet quickly take its place. Gil hungrily licked it up too.

"Looks like little Erik is ready for some more butt-fucking," said Gil with a grin.

"What do you mean "little" Erik?" Erik asked with a grin.

Gil reached down and gently and slowly stroked the stiff, hot organ. "Sorry, little Erik," he said, addressing Erik's cock. "I didn't mean any offense."

As another droplet of clear pre-cum oozed out, Erik grinned. "Look's like a peace offering."

Gil flipped it up with his fingertip, and then looking up at Erik, he ran his finger along Erik's lips, coating them with the boy's own pre-cum. He then bent forward and they kissed, stuck together by the erotic adhesive. Erik rolled him over on his back, and once again spread and raised his legs.

Gil watched his lover as he bowed his head and drooled saliva over his upright projection, coating it with his natural lube. Then he raised Gil's hips and eased forward. Gil smiled as he felt the slimy cockhead press against his butthole. The look of concentration on Erik's face and the look of eagerness in his sexy, hazel eyes was so hot. He loved the way a boy looked as he prepared to slip his cock up his body, the look of eager anticipation mixed with a look of apprehension. He loved turning boys on as much as he delighted in pleasing them. As Erik's spit-slick finger slowly slid up his rectum, Gil relaxed and enjoyed the penetration. His body ached happily in anticipation of the fucking he was about to receive from Erik's much longer and fatter appendage.

As he felt Erik's slickened knob spread apart his sphincter, Gil relaxed and pressed forward, accepting him into his body. As he felt Erik's thick, hard rod slowly penetrate him, he eagerly and anxiously pushed out in anticipation. It felt so wonderful to be penetrated by another boy. It was a feeling that he could never describe, and went beyond just the physical sensation of having something slipping up your butt. Accepting a boy in your body was the ultimate in pleasing a boy, the ultimate in showing him your desire to pleasure him.

As Erik leaned forward and they kissed, Gil knew that it was a kiss of appreciation, a kiss thanking him for allowing him entry into his body. That was one thing Gil could never comprehend, why girls were so reluctant to allow a boy to do this. Being penetrated by a boy had to be the most erotic, most wonderful feeling there was. He would never deny a boy that pleasure as long as the boy seeking entry was someone he liked. Erik was more than someone he liked, he was someone he loved, and the golden-tanned boy was so fucking hot-looking besides. Gil knew that there were many, boys and girls, who would give anything to have sex with the teenage heart-throb. He had to be the luckiest boy on earth.

As Erik began to work his cock in and out of his body, Gil closed his eyes in ecstasy. Nothing could describe the sensations passing through him. He loved being fucked, and being fucked by a hot muscular stud like Erik von Detten was the ultimate in fucking. The sixteen-year-old singer worked his butt muscles in time with Erik's thrusts and withdrawals. The words to one of his fave songs came to his mind.

Bang, bang, bang

You drive me insane, sane, sane

Bang, bang, bang,

Hit me like bang, bang, bang

insane, sane, sane,

Bang, bang

Hit me like bang, bang,

Bang, bang . . .

The sun beat down upon the two boys, causing them to perspire profusely. It was close to a-hundred-and-ten degrees Fahrenheit. Sweat beaded on Erik's forehead and chest, and ran in little salty rivulets between the cheeks of his ass and down along his ribs.

Gil could feel his sweat trickling down his cheeks and his neck and down his raised legs. He could feel the heat of the sun on his naked toes, and the heat of Erik's naked body above him. Erik was working his hips to and fro quickly now, and his breathing was laboured. The two boys gasped in the humid, tropical air, and inhaled the erotic fragrance of teen sweat.

Gil felt his arousal growing as the hot, hard cock in his asshole slid in and out, in and out, working itself to the point where it would any moment now be filling him with fresh seed. It was so awesome to know that a boy's most special and precious thing, the semen from deep in his balls, was about to be squirted deep inside him. There were days when he wished he could carry a guy's baby. At that moment he wished he could have a baby with Erik. It would be the most beautiful baby in the world, with both of their looks, with Erik's acting talent and his singing talent. Of course he would grow up wanting to have sex with boys too.

As Erik began to openly grunt with both his exertion and his arousal, Gil felt his own climax approaching. It was always so awesome to be able to cum without touching himself, to come just by being fucked. It did not always happen, and he didn't mind helping the last few seconds by wanking himself, but with Erik he knew that was not going to be necessary. He trembled and inhaled deeply as he felt his balls tightening, as he felt the telltale signs that he was going to cum. Then Erik was grunting and grasping him tightly, shooting his seed into him again. His own cum suddenly rose up his cock, and once again he sprayed the two of them with his juices, hot, thick ropes of teen cum striking their perspiring bodies and oozing along their smooth flesh.

Finally Erik withdrew and collapsed on the lush jungle floor. Gil snuggled up to him, and Erik wrapped his right arm about him, drawing his hot, sweating body close to his. As they snuggled together, they played with Gil's cum, running their fingers through it, massaging it into each other's perspiring chest and stomach. The odour of fresh semen and sweat and hot lusty teen bodies was more pleasing and more stimulating than any bottled lotion. It was the natural aroma of men, the aroma of two men in love.

Round and round and round it goes,

And where it stops, nobody knows,

Round and round is our love,

Let's blame it on the stars above.

So crazy

I got this feeling inside

Want you back

In my arms again

Come on tell me

I want you still by my side

Tell me I am the only one

You know it and I know it

This love is stronger than anything.

Over the days that followed the boys established a routine. Upon awaking they made love, followed by a breakfast of mangos. Then in the morning while it was still relatively cool, they did their exploring, following new trails, or walking the beach and searching the horizon of the ocean hoping to find some sign of a ship, but to no avail. They had made slings from palm leaves to carry a lunch of coconuts or pineapple. After eating, they again made love, their young, naked bodies growing stronger and tanner each day. Sated and dripping with sweat, they slept through the heat of the afternoon. Returning to the beach in the evening, they caught their supper. As the days progressed, the boys became more proficient at their fishing and more accustomed to eating their fish and crabs raw. Then in the moonlight Gil sang a few songs, their favorites and a few he was in the process of composing, they made love, and went to sleep.

"You know," observed Erik one evening as he brushed off the soles of his large, size twelve feet, "I never thought there'd be a day when my feet were so calloused I'd be able to walk on hot sand or rocks without feeling anything."

"Nor I," said Gil as he stretched and yawned. "Never thought I'd be spending my days running around naked in a jungle and eating raw fish like some savage either."

Erik thought in the silence that followed. "Shit almighty," he finally said. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, I didn't mean it that way. It's not your fault."

"If I hadn't invited you to go sailing, you wouldn't be here."

"There was no way for you to have known a storm would come up."

"I should have stayed awake."

"I should have not worn you out making love."

"Oh, I don't know about that."

They glanced at each other and smiled. The two boys embraced, and kissed. Erik stuck his tongue in Gil's mouth and Gil sucked on it. As they ran their hands over each other's naked bodies, the proof of their love began to rise up between their legs.

"I do love you."

"And I you."

"Actually, to hell with the rest of the world. I could spend the rest of my life here with you."

"No, you couldn't. You'd miss singing with your band, and your fans."

"Well, yes, that is true. And you. Do you miss your acting, and being a famous star?"

"Well, not so much the being a star bit," admitted Erik. "But I do missing performing. Even miss my kid sister Britta."

"And I Tal, and my dad, but especially Tal. They must know by now that something has happened."

"Yeah, bet my folks and Tim and my sisters figure I've drowned."

"Tim?"

"My brother."

"You two close?"

"Not way close. He's ten years older than I am."

"Tal and I do everything together. Tennis, basketball, playing with our two cats, E.T. and Big Ben. God, I miss him."

"What I really miss is a McDonald's teen burger."

"Oh yeah, and strawberry ice cream."

"I'm never going to eat fish or crab again when we get rescued."

"You think we'll ever be found?"

"Shit, of course we will."

"Of course," agreed Gil. He stared out at the ocean. "It would be nice to spend my seventeenth birthday with my family," he observed. "With my family and you."

"It's soon isn't it."

"Three more days."

The boys fell silent, and as the sun set, they lay down and drifted off to sleep. For the first time since they'd become marooned, they did not make love. Gil dreamed of his father and of Tal and their home in Schwabing. Erik had a fitful sleep, dreaming of the storm and being washed overboard, and remembering his feelings of fear and despair and mainly his worry about what was going to happen to Gil. He woke up in a sweat. As he lay there, he heard something on the beach, and then someone speaking. He quickly sat up. There was someone talking!

"Hey! Is there someone there?" he called out.

There was suddenly silence.

"Hello! Who is there?" he shouted.

"What is it?" mumbled Gil, waking from his slumber and rubbing his eyes.

"I heard a noise, on the beach, and someone talking."

Gil instantly sat up. Suddenly a blinding light shone in their eyes.

"Chingado!" someone exclaimed.

"Bueno, bueno, que tenemos aqui?"

"What?" said a third, "What is it?"

"Chicos guapos, beautiful boys, two."

"Beautiful, and naked," observed a fourth.

The two boys stopped trying to shield their eyes and immediately dropped their hands to their laps.

"Ha, my beautiful chicos, it is too late to hide your little vergas now. We have all seen them."

"Who are you two?" asked a man with a voice that carried a tone of authority with it. "What are you doing here?"

"My name is Erik. Erik von Detten," Erik replied, bowing his head and looking away from the beam of light.

"Gil Ofarim."

"My sailboat was swamped in a storm, two weeks ago. We managed to swim ashore. Where are we?"

"On the Mexican coast," the man holding the flashlight said, finally directing it away from the boy's faces.

They looked up at the men. They looked Mexican, or at least Latino. There were six of them, all wearing dark and grubby clothes, all unshaven and with a greasy look about them. They were in their late thirties or early forties. Three of the men were standing there openly leering at them, and two were glancing at each other with a worried look. The man with the flashlight seemed to be thinking.

"It's so fantastic to finally be found," Erik said, though in his heart he was not so certain. The teenager did not like the looks of their rescuers, and he felt so vulnerable sitting there totally naked at the edge of the jungle.

"Can you take us to an embassy, or something?" asked Gil. "I must contact my father."

The men looked at each other. It further confirmed the boys sense that something was not right.

"So what are we going to do with them?"

"Tie them up for now. We'll have to decide later."

"Of all the dumb luck. Who would think two boys would choose this beach to become shipwrecked on."

"Hmm, well, not such bad luck," said one ominously, continuing to stare at the two boys.

"What do you mean?"

"Such beautiful boys," he said with a thick accent. "I bet they are nice and tender."

"Rico, we are here on business."

"So what better way to spend our time waiting?" he asked. He stepped forward and looked Erik over. "What do you say, you and your friend here, you just friends, or are you more?"

Erik and Gil glanced at each other. Neither knew what to say, but they did know this was not how they imagined revealing their love for each other.

"You ever have a man up your butt, gringo boy?"

"No," Erik said truthfully.

"Ahh, a virgin," the man said with a grin. He reached down and groped himself. "This one is mine."

"Tie them up. Then we will see."

Four of the men stepped forward, and grabbing the boys by the arms, they raised them to their feet. Wrapping ropes about their wrists, the men raised the boys' arms and tied them to an overhanging tree branch at the edge of the jungle. Their legs were spread apart and tied to scrubs. The six men surrounded them. The man who had claimed Erik stepped up to him, and cupping the frightened boy's balls, he leaned over and kissed him on the lips. His breath smelt of strong tobacco and sour beer.

"Fucking Christ, there is nothing so sweet as a young boy's lips," he laughed. He fondled Erik's nuts. "Ahh, chico, such lovely huevos."

"You would like to suck his eggs, Rico?"

"No," the man laughed, "but before this night is over this sweet gringo boy will be sucking mine." Groping Erik's balls roughly, he leaned forward and gave the sixteen-year-old another kiss.

"Please ."

"Oh, chico, you need not beg for my kisses," the man laughed.

Another stepped up to Gil. "That beautiful face, and slender body, if it were not for the verga hanging between your legs boy, I would have thought you a girl."

"Well, they will soon be girls," laughed one of the men watching.

The man by Gil ran his fingers through his long hair. "Fuck, your hair is so clean and silky," the man said. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply. "And smells so wonderful."

Gil tried not to breathe. The man stunk and the boy wondered when he had washed last. His hair was long and shaggy and looked greasy. The teenager tensed as the man ran his rough hand over his buttocks. The man grinned as his middle finger pressed between Gil's cheeks and ran up along the crack.

"Ahhh," the man sighed. "Your boy pussy is going to be so tight."

He found Gil's butthole and roughly pressed his finger against it. Meanwhile the other man beside Erik had pulled out his cock and had begun to fondle it while he fondled Erik's. The two teenagers found the actions and appearance of the two men revolting, and they were embarrassed being fondled in front of the others.

Gil jerked and bit back his cry of pain as the man fondling him suddenly shoved his finger up his asshole. As he began to work it in and out, the man unzipped his trousers with his other hand and pulled his cock out. It was already semi-hard. As he shook it and stroked it, it quickly grew in anticipation. It was not long before the two men were erect.

As they walked around behind the two boys, their four companions cheered them on. Commenting on how delicious the two tender virgins were going to be, the two men spread apart the boys' ass cheeks.

"Mmm, so nice and smooth," observed one. "Just right f ."

"They are here."

"Damn," cursed the man behind Gil. "They could have waited another ten minutes."

"Ha, ten minutes? You would likely have been done in two."

"With a hot looking boy like this, yes. But then again I would be ready for a second helping five minutes later."

"Enough talking, let's go. We got business to tend to," said the man who appeared to be in charge.

"Esta bien," agreed the two men, stuffing their stiff cocks back in their trousers and zipping up as they stepped around from behind the boys. "Let us be fast. These two will make nice treats for us after our work is done."

"You two be quiet," said one of the men to their two captives. "If you are spotted, our friends might not be as courteous as we." The men laughed as they turned and headed for the shore.

Erik and Gil hung there motionlessly, afraid even to move. They could hear splashing, and to Erik's experienced ear, he could hear a boat being dragged to the shore. The two boys could hear their hearts beating as they strained to listen to what the men were saying, but all they could hear were their muffled voices. They spoke in Mexican anyway.

"Tu en la orilla! You on the shore!" boomed a voice through the night.

"Esta es la policia. Tiren sus armas, y levanten las manos donde pueda verlas! This is the police. Drop your weapons and raise your hands where we can see them."

Powerful lights lit up the beach to reveal ten men. Several of the men raised their hands. Three crouched down and pulled out guns. Shots were fired and two of them lay spread out on the sand and a third slumped back, holding his arm.

"Alto ahi! Stop! We surrender. Nos rendimos!"

Erik and Gil watched from the darkness of the jungle as a cruiser came close to the shore and a dozen men in white-colored uniforms leaped out and approached those on the beach. They quickly handcuffed their prisoners. Dragging them across the sand and into the water, they loaded them onto the cruiser. Erik and Gil glanced at each other.

"Hey!" the boys called out frantically. "Hey, up here."

The men in uniforms glanced up at the darkness of the jungle. As a couple drew their guns and began heading toward them, the spotlight on the cruiser swept up the beach in front of the two officers. The boys squinted their eyes shut as the powerful light fell on them.

"Que es esto?" exclaimed one of them. "What is this?"

As they cut the boys down one of them called for something to cover the boys with. Two of the men removed their caps and handed them to the boys to at least cover their privates until something better could be found.

"I knew these mongrels were running drugs, but had no idea they were kidnappers besides."

"They weren't exactly kidnappers," said Gil.

"You are not American," the officer said, noticing his accent.

"No, German."

"Ahh, Aleman."

"Erik here is American."

The two boys quickly explained what had happened. Relieved at being found, and rescued in the nick of time, the boys were giddy with relief. Both also could not help but notice how handsome some of the younger officers were in their white uniforms and with their olive complexions and natural dark looks.

"You are fortunate these drug runners chose this spot to exchange their drugs or we might never have found you two boys."

"Fifteen minutes ago we were not so sure we were fortunate," observed Gil.

"Shit almighty, that's for sure," agreed Erik.

"Well, you were fortunate the buyers arrived when they did, and that we were following them."

"You can say that again."

"Well, we can take you to the American embassy at Puerto Vallarta and you can phone your families."

Having found two blankets, the boys wrapped them about their loins and were helped on board the cruiser. As it pulled away from the shore, the boys looked back at the beach and thought of the past two weeks. It was an experience they would never forget. In the darkness they glanced at each other, and then reaching over, they took each other's hand.

Come on, come on

Come on and dream with me through the silence,

Come on and dance with me through the fire,

We leave the grey zone and fly away,

And that's all oh oh, 'n' that's all.