Lost in the Island

Lost in the Island by John Galaor

Category: adult gay stories, oral sex and anal intercourse.

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This story contains Adult Material and is a fictional story of consensual sex between a white young man. If you find Adult material offensive, then you may also leave now. If it is illegal where you live to read adult material, leave now! If you have not left, you are declaring you are not an illegal reader, or you think you will not be offended. Then, sit back and enjoy the reading.

Lost in the Island By John Galaor

Part One.

He was shaking a little as he was awaking.

Sorry, Robert was awaking. A young man of twenty that looked most younger than his age. He looked... a little too young, if you believe me; Something like... sixteen? Perhaps seventeen. Robert was blond, had a... rather girlish face, and had graduated in computing science in Caltech; his uncle Nat paid him a vacation trip to Cocos Island to make the boy get a little sun tanned. Robert had a rather a milky shade of skin. Too much work and not play made Robert a bore boy. Uncle Nat thought his nephew needed bad some thrilling and shaking; a little rough play adventure to make him a man. I think uncle Nat was right.

Now Robert, slowly was recovering his senses and began to have the notion of being held in an unnatural position. He felt some leaves like rubbing on his face; tree leaves for that matter... and a branch that was pressing on a side of his head. He realized he was with his feet in the air... he hanging by his back. Something in his back had him in what it looked... well, it was a tree. A real one. That was the reason for all these leaves on his face.

Then, he began to remember,

"The plane. I was in a plane. Yeah, that's it. The plane."

He recalled the plane was moving like crazy. People was shouting. And then he remembered saying, "fuck! The plane is crashing!" He lost consciousness and now he had awoken hanging on this tree. So he was aware of being alive. "Fuck! I did it. I had survived!"

The young guy hanging on the tree was Robert Mendel. Yes. He was a student in a technical college. He was on a plane on vacation to Cocos Islands.

He was all right in the plane, when he heard some... like an explosion, then another. The plane began to have some tremors and making weird noises, rocking sideways then up and down.

He heard the words, "tight your belts and ducked your heads!! It's an emergency landing!!"

He remembered vaguely; the plane was in a pure crash course. He thought for a second "this is the end of this shit" and his mind was switched off.

Now he realized that his seat in he plane was... on the back of his body... and he was hanging on a miraculous fucking tree. He has saved his life by a pure miracle.

Well... he thought it is a little less than a miracle... if he could not find a way to descent to the floor.

It is too complex to explain it, but he managed to arrive to the floor safely. He was bruised and had some pains in several parts of his body, but he was in a piece standing over his feet. Then he shouted,

"Fuck! I'm alive!!"

He started to check his body, legs, arms. All was in order. His cloths were a little shredded in a few places, but in general were all in a piece.

Now, he was beginning to feel thirsty. Well, the first thing now was to find a place to drink some water... and get rescued. Specially this part. To be rescued. Then it began to think of the other passengers. There had to be some people in need of help. He remained silent for a while, trying to hear the voices of some other passenger crying for help or something. But he could not hear anything.

He thought then about a rescue. But for all he could remember... the plane was in the middle of nowhere flying over the Pacific Ocean. Very unlikely to be rescued unless the island were inhabited.

He took a chance at the cell phone, and there was not any field signal.

It was raining. The rain must be common in the island for there was a lot of greenery. He had to find water to drink for he was thirsty. All he needed was to keep moving till he would find a spring or a brook.

He was slowly moving downwards trying to find a stream to drink. After a while the rain stopped for a while and he kept walking slowly. He found at last a brook and drunk.

Slowly he was moving down the mountain towards the shore. If this was an island, there must be some people living in the shore. So, once there, somebody would help him, give him something to eat, and make a phone call to tell his family he was alive.

He arrived at the shore, but he did not find any sign of human beings. He was walking slowly on a beach without seeing any foot print of a human being on the white sand.

It started getting dark and he went towards the inland side. He had to look for a place to pass the night. He thought the beach was not the best place to spend the night, because the humidity. He thought about the story of Robinson Crusoe and vaguely remembered he found a cave. But he had not find any and it was now very darker.

It was still lightly raining but there was not cold. That meant he was in an island with hot clime. Nevertheless, the constant rain over his body was putting him nervous, for he was mostly used to living indoors. He had never experienced a night on the rain, not camping. He was always studying hard to earn himself a better life. Now, he was a little helpless.

Robert passed the night near a tree and soaking under the constant rain and hungry. He found no way to shelter himself from the rain. Even if it was not cold, being soaked all night was a nasty experience. All this nonsense about a tropical paradise was wrong, except for he was not freezing in spite of being soaked.

During the night, all sort of bugs were cruising on his body, on his face, near his ears, and all that. He never imagined that mother nature would had so many bugs. Fuck! He was missing his bed at home. He should not had accepted the invitation of his uncle to go on vacations so far.

The next day Robert started to search around to look for some fruits to eat. On most cheap novels about tropical islands were plenty of fruits, like bananas, guavas and avocados. The problem is that he only had an idea about the look of the fruits in the supermarket, not about the trees. Who knows how looks banana tree? What about coco-trees. This one was easier for they looked like palms. He had seen them in the movies about tropical islands. He was walking on a beach bordered by a hard stone cliff, but there was not any sign of a palm, around. Coco trees have to look like palms, but with big cocos up easy to see from below. He went slowly walking and the beach was soon changing. The cliff of stone had disappeared and... he saw some palms in the distance. Those must be the famous coco trees.

When he was near, he saw... a native. A man was up in the top of the coco tree, pulling down some cocos.

After a while the man descended to the floor. Once on the floor Robert saw a tall strong young man, rather tanned. His shredded trousers showed a part of his underwear and a thigh. And his his shirt was shredded on the front showing a strong hairy chest.

Robert approached the man and they watched each other.

Robert realized the young man was taller than him some four inches and looked quite attractive.

"You're... a native?" Asked Robert a little unsure.

"Do I look like a native?" replied the man.

"Sorry, I saw you so tanned... and so... high up... on this palm... that..."

"Then... you were also on the plane?"

"Yeah. I see. We were both on the plane! Have you seen any other passenger?"

"No. You are the first one I've met."

"Then... I think we should present each other. I am Robert, a young engineer on computers. I studied in Caltech."

"I am John, a surfer from Malibu."

They shook hands.

Robert felt the strong grip of John on his hand and winced in pain.

"You got the hand of a logger." Commented Robert.

"Oh! Did I hurt you?"

"No. But... well, yes."

"The first time always hurts."

"What you mean?"

"The handshake."

"I do not understand."

"A handshake serve to check up the rank."

"What you mean?"

"It's like checking who has the bigger dick."

Robert glanced at John's bulging crotch and said,

"Then, it's clear who has the bigger rank here."

Then, watching at the cocos, Robert said,

"Are these... cocos?"

"Yeah. You climb up this tree and pull down some for you."

"You mean... I should go up there?"

"If you want to eat, you must climb."

"I am not sure. I can fall off and break a leg or something."

"It's your problem."

"And here... you think this is a desert island?"

"Probably it is."

"Then... there is not a hospital if I broke a leg."

"You're right. No a hospital."

"Well, I think... without proper training... I can't climb up this tree. It would be better if... if we... we make a sort of team."

"What you mean about a team?"

"A team to help each other. I think I'll need a lot of training before I could climb up this tree."

"So..."

John had an open shredded shirt that showed his wide strong chest. It had strong pectorals. John had tensed them to make them bulge. He wanted to impress Robert.

The chest of John had some strong black hairs in the middle. His nipples looked thick and raised up; they had a dark aureole bigger than a silver dollar. Robert was impressed watching the chest of John. This made him stammer a little as he was saying,

"I mean... you look more... more like a... a strong man. Then, I could help you with other... easier tasks... like... "

"Like cooking and take care of the house?"

"Oh! You have a sense of humor. Well, more or less... yeah. I will do my best to help you, and you will help me."

Robert looked again at the crotch of John that bulged more than some seconds ago.

John was aware of Robert checking on his crotch.

"You mean... you will be more... more like a wife?"

"What?"

"I'll go fishing and hunting and you take care of the kids?" Said John with a mocking smile.

"I can work hard. But I need time to... to get it in. You know?"

"You mean you take it in?"

"Oh! I mean time to learn. All I know is about computers. Well, there are not any computers here. So, all I know is useless."

"Ok. If I am going to be the man... you must obey orders."

"Yeah. I'll take the orders."

John felt hot and stripped of his shirt and trousers, but kept his bulging underwear on.

"It is hot." Said, John as an explanation. "Take care of this."

He put his shredded clothes around the neck of Robert.

"Eh?"

"Take care of this and mend it."

"Mend it?"

"This is one of your duties." John said with a mocking smile.

"OK. I will do it."

Robert felt the manly scent of John around his neck. He was surprised that it was so pleasant. He never thought of himself as a gay. Well, sometimes he thought he must be a little gay. He got not any hots with girls, but admired the athletic guys in high school and college. He was specially impressed when he watched them naked in the showers after doing sports.

"Are you hungry?" Asked John.

"Yeah."

"We should try to break those cocos."

"How we will?"

"Native people use a machete. But we have not. We we should try to break them with a stone."

"With a stone?"

"Like a hammer and anvil."

"You said a hammer?" Robert do not understood.

"A stone hammer. Take up those cocos and come up."

"I cannot carry them all."

"Do not talk back."

"Ok. I will try."

Robert had problems to hold the four big cocos in his hands. They were much bigger than those in the supermarket. The cocos fell down several times but he finished holding then with both hands against this chest and using a shirt of John as a bag.

John was walking and looking for a place with stones.

Robert was watching John walking before him. He admired the power of his thighs and arms. He was a real man. As he walked he was inhaling the clothes of John fuming near his nose.

Time and again he was inhaling the scent. He never had experienced such a thrilling before. Not that he had not liked the smell of his companions in the lockers and dorms. But he never had smelled them so close. It was merely a male scent felt from a distance. Robert never was aware of being gay. He liked the smell of those boys, but it seemed that all the boys loved to be close to each other. They loved to be together, even if they often were speaking about fucking girls. Robert thought the pleasant smell of the boys was something natural. For we were social animals.

As they walked, the beach was full of sand and there was not any stones in sight.

After a while walking, they were approaching the basalt cliffs. There they would find all the stones they needed.

Arriving at the place John started to look for small rocks. John started to hit a rock with another. This puzzled a little to Robert, for John was not hitting the cocos, but other stones. After a while, John has a piece of stone that had a sharp edge.

"Here it is." Said John. " ·We had come back to the stone age."

John was showing a stone with a sharp age.

"The stone age?"

"Yeah. And here is a stone knife. To cut the fibrous cover of the cocos."

John took a coco and put it on a flat stone. Then, with the stone knife he began to cut the fibrous cover of the nut. John was like sawing of cutting the fiber of the cocos.

"You see? Watch well, for this would be your tasks from now."

"You mean this?"

"Yeah. Native females should prepare the food. And this is a feminine task mostly."

John was cutting away the fiber of the coco, and it soon started to appear the more smaller nut that was inside.

When John freed to coco of this fibrous cover e coco, he began to break it, with another stone. At the end, he John offered a piece of coco to Robert with a mocking smile.

"Take it, honey. You must be hungry."

Robert understood the joke, and he liked it. He was not offended. He was surprised at a thought that crossed his mind, "he is treating me like I were his girl."

He felt a little amazed with this thought. He felt like John was cooing him and he loved it. Robert admired the chest of John for some seconds, before start eating.

He had lost the wristwatch with the fall over the trees. It must had been like nine o'clock in the morning.

John was cutting the fiber of more cocos, and then both boys were eating.

Robert could not avoid to look at the crotch of John from time to time and it looked as it was bulging even more. 'Quite amazing,' Robert thought. 'It keeps growing.'

After they ate all the cocos, they were sort of fed up and John said,

"It is hot. We need some rest."

The sun was a little high and it was getting hotter.

"Let's look for a place at the shade. I want to rest." Said John.

"Yeah. It is a good idea. I also need to rest." Said Robert.

They walked towards some trees not far from the beach, with the floor of sand.

"This is a good place." Said John.

"Yeah."

They sat a moment side by side under the shade of a tree. Robert fascinated with the bulging underwear of John and got excited. His own thing was hard. But he feared that John would not like to realized that he was also a boy and had the same thing as him but smaller.

Robert lay also on the floor and tried to hide his hardon with his hands, fearing to offend John. Robert wanted his thing would shrunk back to being smaller but it won't go down.

After a while, John was hornier than before. The bulging on his underwear was of alarming proportions. Then... he looked sideways and saw the bulge of his "wife".

"What is this you got here, honey?" Asked John .

"What? "

"I see. My wife has an oversize clit."

Robert felt a little surprised, but took it well that John was not pissed off for he had also a hard member.

"It isn't hot?" Asked John. "Strip off, honey."

Robert began to strip off and let on his underwear.

"Stand up." John ordered.

Robert stood up.

"Take off your panties, dear. Turn on to see your body."

Robert began to turn on itself to show his body.

"You got a nice fat ass."

"Thanks."

John spread out his legs and said,

"Knelt down here, boy."

Robert knelt before the spread legs of John.

"Are you a virgin?"

"What you mean?"

"If you had been fucked."

"Why you asked?"

"You not look a great fagot, but a little gay sure you are. How many times have you been fucked?"

"None. I've never been in... I was scared of... being labeled as a fag."

"You've never been asked?"

"What you mean?"

"If nobody ever told you 'I want to fuck this cute ass'."

"Well, a few guys caressed my ass. But I feigned not to notice it."

"You never been asked to get on your knees and suck?"

"Well, some did, but... but they were speaking... indirectly. So, I feigned not to understand them."

"Then you are virgin... on both sides?"

"Yeah."

"Then it is time to mend this. I want a head."

"What is a head?"

"To suck dick. This is called to give a head."

"You mean, I have to suck you?" Robert asked hesitantly.

"Of course. You've been hungrily watching my crotch all morning."

"I've been?"

"It's all yours. Not any girl's is gonna take your place."

Robert never dared to watch the dick of a boy, fearing to become a social pariah. Now, in this desert island, he could not care less. He felt free to know how was a big dick, for his own was disappointingly small.

"Come on. We have not all day!" Said John.

Robert bent over the bulging underwear. He inhaled deeply the sweet aroma. His nose was buried on the tissue of the underwear. He felt on his face the heat of John engorged meat. Robert felt like inebriated by the experience.

"Fish the dick out." Said John.

"Yeah."

Robert entered his hand by the slit of the underwear, and felt in his fingers the hot member.

"It's hot!" Exclaimed Robert.

"It's full of hot blood."

Robert made a great effort to take out the huge dick out. But it could not for it was too stiff and could not flex.

John was aware of the problem and said,

"Pull off the underwear." Said John.

Robert started to pull them of and John raised his ass, to make it easier.

"Take all the way out."

As Robert pulled off the undies he was impressed by the sheer size of the penis and stopped. He could not believed it. There it was! full of power. It was way in excess of thousand Giga joules of energy. Robert was impressed with this wonder of nature; not like most of you, readers, that had serviced some tens of them. But a great dick is always a great thing, and each time we met one, it deserves all our praises for it can stuff our bodies with bliss.

Robert stopped in the middle of the process of pulling off John's undies to admired the dick of John.

"Keep up with the pulling." Said John.

Robert hastened to pull it out in a sort frenzy. Then, once the garment out, he bent over the huge penis. He stood quite there like in prayer before the image of a god. He observed its form, the size of the head, so big, the veins that bulged under the skin of the member. Then, he was amazed at its girth. It was almost as thick as his wrist. The fingers of this right hand wrapped around the hot flesh, and his hand jerked it up and down. He felt like a glory in his hand, as he jerked it. It produced a weird impression on his hand and brain due mostly to the sheer thickness; it had also like a wavering profile that could be felt in his fingers as he jerked his hand up and down. Then, he examined the black bush at the base of the penis, then the balls. What a huge bag of balls John had! Robert could not believe his eyes. He was watching the real thing first time in his life.

John was basking on the admiration he was causing on Robert.

"You've never watched one like this before, had you?"

"No. Never. I never had seen any big thing like this."

"You like it?" Asked John.

"Yeah. It's huge. I cannot believe it."

"Ok. It's all yours."

"Mine?"

"But you must be a good boy to deserve it."

"I'll be a good boy."

"Start to suck, then."

"You mean... suck?"

"Yeah. Like a lolly pop."

Robert approached cautiously... his lips to the head of the thing. It had a dark menacing eye in the head, like monster Polyphemus. He wrapped his fingers on the huge thing and started to jerk the trunk of the monster up and down.

John was patient and waited.

Then, a white pearl appeared on the eye of the monster.

"What is this?" Asked Robert.

"A drop of cream. Lap it. It's very sweet."

Robert cautiously lap it. It was really sweet. He started to lap it like puppy doggy while he was jerking the member to make it produce more sweet.

Robert was pleased that John's dick smelled so nice.

"Get it in," ordered John.

Robert engulfed the big head in his mouth and started to caress it with his tongue. He delighted in the taste and in the velvety smooth surface in of the head. You have to agree the head of big dick is the most tasty part of it. Robert was treasuring all these pleasant experiences in his brain. We all had done the same, isn't it?

While Robert delighted sucking dick like a lollipop, his hand reached the huge balls of John. The tip of his fingers delighted in the feeling, the texture, the rough hairy surface. The mind could not delight in two great pleasures at the same time. Then, his brain was passing from a experience to another. Then, Robert's fingers wrapped the John's ball sack and felt its size. It felt like like, huge. Robert had time to think, the balls must be full of nectar; like half a pint of sheer pleasure.

When, Robert was a while sucking on the head of the dick, John wanted Robert to take it deeper.

"Go for it, honey. Take it deeper."

Robert start to take deeper on the cock of John. But as the tip bump on his tonsils he began to feel a powerful gag that barred him to go farther in.

"Try it again, dear. You can take it all." said John.

He tried several times but could not go deeper than his tonsils. The gag barrier was formidable, making it impossible to swallow the whole cock in.

Robert could barely believe how much dick he had in his mouth, for it was an incredible volume. He was quite amazed. It was the first time he got acquainted with a super size dick and he had it almost entire in his mouth.

"Try it again, Rob. You can take it all."

Robert stopped sucking and raised his head up, looking at John.

"Sorry, John. I cannot take it all. Each time it passes my tonsils I feel a horrible gag."

"You can't? Well, you had made an honest effort. Much better than the any of my former girlfriends."

"Better than all your girlfriends?"

"Yeah. Any man know better how to suck dick."

"Oh! Men know better."

"Yeah. In my experience they are much better than girls to do it."

"I am glad to here it. Perhaps... after some practice I can do much better."

"Sure. You can do it much better with a little practice."

"You are not joking?"

"No. If you had a grade in computer science, it means your are good at learning. Then, to give a proper head must be peanuts."

John's dick had become less hard by so much chatter, then he said,

"Take it back again. Now it is almost flaccid. It is a good moment to try again a deepthroat."

"You mean a deepthroat?"

"You must try it. If you will be my wife, you must learn to take it all in your gullet."

Then, Robert started a new session of head on John's dick. This time the dick was not so hard. It was more... like flexible. It was not so thick either, then Robert thought he had now an opportunity to swallow the dick entirely.

"That's great! You can do it, champ."

"You have almost three quarts in. Great! Is fantastic!"

Little by little, with a virtuous persistence, Robert was able to make the dick to pass his tonsils barrier. When Robert felt the pubes of John ticking on his nose, he knew he had been able to take the whole member of John in.

"Great!! You did it, champ!"

John was delighted his new boy-wife had been able to swallow entire his dick. Only a few gifted gays were able to do it.

Robert pull back a little his back up to take a fresh breath of air. Then, he engulfed the huge dick back in.

"Great!! This is unbelievable!" Shouted John.

With the dick fully sheathed in Robert's gullet, he slowly made the feat of changing their positions on the floor.

Robert was now on his back with the whole dick of John buried in his throat.

Thus, John started to fuck the throat of Robert with slow strokes up and down. He stopped a second or two to let Robert take up a breath of air, and he continued to fuck his new boy-wife throat totally. He slowly then slowly increasing the pace of the pumping.

Then, while he was on this, he was giving out cries of pleasure.

He knew that anyone taking dick want to hear about the pleasant results of his work.

"Oh, you sweet slut! That's great!" Cried John.

"The best fuck of my life."

"Sweet tight hot mouth cunt you have!"

"Incredible!"

"Oh!! Oh! Shiiiit!!! I'm cummiiiing!!! Aaaaght!!!"

His dick had engorged and began to cum off directly into the esophagus of Robert.

The new boy-wife felt what happened and it was amazed that it had been so easy. He felt on his throat the contractions of the huge dick as it was shooting blobs of hot cream directly in his stomach.

Then, to let Robert have a taste of his cum, John got back his dick a little and ended the ejaculation in the mouth of new male-wife.

He knew by experience that fags love to taste of male cream of his lovers.

John was was for a while cumming off for he was a great producer of jeez.

Then, he remain quite for all the time, his dick was spurting the last drops of cum off. When there was not more drops of cum pending to be shot, He still remained with his dick in the mouth of Robert, for he knew it takes some ten seconds or more to clean up a dick of all the slippery goo.

When John thought Robert had finished cleaning his dick, he quit it off and rested on his back to rest.

"Do you enjoyed it?" Asked John.

"What?" Robert was blushing. "Well, yeah. It tasted great!"

"Tell me how it tasted."

"It was... very sweet, and a little salty."

"Tell me more."

"It has also some like... the flavor of... your own body... scent. I could like... smell you. Your own essence, as I was tasting the last globs of jizz in my mouth."

"Then, you enjoyed it?"

"Yeah. Totally. I am thinking I am going to become addict to eat all your cream."

"Ok. But we must be a good boy-wife to deserve it."

"I'll be a good boy."

"Now, I am thinking you have to make some sort of mattress."

"A mattress?"

"Yeah. It is not good to fuck all the time on the sand. I will give you some leaves of coco-tree to make a mat."

"I've never did one in my life."

"You must figure it how to do it. It must be easy for anyone with a degree on computer science."

"Oh!"

"Now we are going to sleep a while to recuperate forces."

And with that, John fell sound sleep on the sand.

Robert took a while to sleep for it was too exciting the experience he had fucking John. But it ended, sleeping as well.

End of Part One.