Survivor belongs to CBS and Mark Burnett, not me. I am making no money. This does not imply anything about the true sexualities of any Survivor men. It's just fantasy. Nothing more. Please don't read into their real lives when you enjoy my fiction.
Well, your tremendous response poured in, and the overwhelming favorite was one of my favorites, the unbearably hot rocket scientist Dave. So, to please his many fans, he's in chapter 2. If you like what you see and want to see more, please write!
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The steamy jungles of the Amazon rain forest were beginning to take their toll on Dave. As he and Alex journeyed away from the hectic camp to get wood, his wifebeater clung to his chest, the sweaty, increasingly heavy material glued to his skin like a set of eager, lapping tongues. At 22, Dave was the youngest member of Tambaqui, and knew that his natural swagger would be seen as overconfidence. Ryan's frequent exposure of his body had been one of several reasons why the older guys like Roger and Butch wanted him gone. Dave had enough potential enemies around without attracting attention to himself. So he kept his shirt on as often as possible, stayed huddled with the older guys as often as possible. But 8 days in this murderous climate had driven most logic out of his head. The more his tank top became a second skin, the more his thoughts diverted to the wrong head. Even now he could feel his shaft plump and half-hard against his left thigh, pleading for release, drooling down his knee. Some days he just wanted to tear off every stitch of clothing and jerk himself off into full blast.
"Dave?"
Dave spun back on his heel at the fingers squeezing his shoulder. Trying to retain his balance, he fell to the ground. Feeling the dirt caking up on his backside, Dave shot a sarcastic smirk at Alex, the 32-year old triathlon runner with haunting eyes and a frame which was gaunt yet surprisingly flexible and effective.
"Thanks, dude, now everyone's gonna think I took a shit in my pants. Great going."
Alex smirked back at him. Dave's crooked grin always brightened his day for some reason. Maybe because there were so few genuine happy moments in Tambaqui.
"Real ungrateful, Dave, since I just stopped you from walking into a tree. But since I'm a true friend, I'll still help you get off your shitty ass."
After wiping the perspiration off his forehead with the back of his palm, Alex extended his hand. Moving into a sitting position, Dave laughed at his newfound pal's humanitarian efforts. As he adjusted his footing, he realized he was at eye-level with Alex's crotch. A large bump was visible in the middle of his baggy shorts, and the center was soaked, making the thin material transparent. Looking closely, as Dave was unwittingly doing, Alex's large penis head was visible, the fleshy orb practically winking at Dave.
"Dave, I need your hand. That thing on the end of your wrist? Geez, maybe you already got knocked on the head by a tree."
A startled Dave looked up when he realized he'd been distracted yet again. He was just glad this wasn't Roger or Rob.
"Sorry, pal" Dave smiled at his pal, more genuine this time. When their hands clasped together, the tight grip surprised Dave. Images of those slender digits around his cock filled Dave's mind and crotch faster than he could bat them away. Alex's smirk beamed down on him, backed by the blistering sun, and Dave felt trapped. Trying to divert the situation, he yanked Alex down with him, giving the taller, gangly man a dirt bath.
As Alex plunged into the brushwork, Dave expected some sort of wrestling match, headlock, any kind of macho distraction. Instead, Alex sat Indian-style, brushing the spots off his knees and back. He was a beacon of tranquility, his own toothy grin cloaked by a more serene expression. The two men stared at their own laps, at the flora and fauna, anywhere but at each other for a few moments. With a clearing of the throat, Alex broke the self-imposed silence.
"That reward challenge yesterday, where we had to answer questions with the girls..."
Dave nodded along in a whiplash frenzy, slapping his upper thigh.
"Damn, Jenna is SO hooooot."
Alex nipped at his thin lower lip, grunting an affirmative.
"Shawna ain't too difficult to look at either. But I think they sort of threw us off the game, if you know what I mean. We shouldn't be worrying about what chicks we want to fuck. Even Jeff told us that."
Dave chuckled. "Jeff's only saying that cause he fucks ALL the chicks and doesn't want us as competition."
Alex craned his head to stare at Dave.
"You got a really rich laugh, anyone ever told you that? You sound like a radio announcer. Actually, everything about your voice is great. It's very sexy."
Dave fought the blush creeping up his skin.
"And, confidentially, I have a very deep admiration for your ass. I watch when you walk away, and the cheeks have real definition and power, but they're still easy to squeeze. Soft and firm all at once. Genetics were definitely your friend."
As Alex finished flatly stating the last few compliments, his hand gripped the inside of the thigh nearest him. Dave began squirming, his entire body now fully red and flushed.
"C'mon, man, I'm not gay. I don't have anything against 'em, but I'm not into that."
Alex's smile trained on him again, his lanky fingers trailing up and down the soft hairs below Dave's shorts. With every word, the tips grew closer to the inside of Dave's shorts.
"This isn't about being gay. Women tell each other they like their breasts, their snatches, their butts, and nobody says a word. But if a guy compliments another guy, or sees another guy as attractive, then he has to have an agenda, has to be wrong. All I'm doing is admiring your body. I'm horny out here. My dick gets harder than I ever thought it would. And I don't want to beat off all the time, cause that will just take all my energy for challenges..."
Dave nodded again, agreeing with the last part.
"...so I just try to control myself. The way you walk around camp, real slow, I think you have the same problem I do. Just a few minutes ago, I saw that big rocket in your pants, then you were staring at my crotch..."
Uttering a cry of frustration and shame, Dave dropped his head into his hands.
"I wasn't, Alex, I swear I wasn't."
Dave scoffed, moving his hand up to gently carress Dave's bare arm, lingering at the strong bicep.
"Come ON, let's not pretend we're morons. This isn't high school. We're grown men. It's OK. I do it too - doesn't mean I like women any less. I don't have a problem with being checked out. But if I were Roger..."
Alex snickered at the loud groan from Dave at that point.
"Don't even SAY IT, Alex..."
"If I were Roger, and I saw you inspecting my package, your tight little buns would be out of here at the very next vote. So what we need to do is find a way to release this pent-up energy, to let each other blow off some...steam."
Dave shook his head, raising his face up to plead with Alex.
"No, Alex. That can't happen. You just said yourself we're not in high school. Everything's too complicated."
The sorrowful, tear-lined brown eyes tugged at Alex's heartstrings. Without thinking, he leaned his head in, wanting to comfort and reassure his confused comrade. Their lips pressed together, Alex winding his tongue against the shut surface and gently pressing his tongue above Dave's full lower lip, pressing for entrance. To his surprise, Dave offered no resistance, and Alex's probing, long tongue searched the dark, wet, warm cavern, running along Dave's teeth and gums, dueling slightly, playfully, with Dave's own awakening tongue. Their stubble clashed, creating invisible sparks as they groaned from the static electricity, their bodies inching closer together. Dave jumped a little when Alex's questing hand finally found his penis, roughly tugging at the hard 8 inches nearly tearing a hole in his flimsy beige shorts. In the blink of an eye, Alex managed to free Dave's enraged trouser snake, his lightly calloused hands stroking and milking the very willingly captive prey. Dave whimpered, sitting back on his elbows. Through his half-closed eyes he noticed Alex's own thick schlong poking out of his shorts.
"Alex, let me..."
Alex shushed him with a small kiss as he continued pumping.
"This is about you. For you. All for you..."
With that he slid his mouth onto the quivering, eager shaft. A wave of shock coursing through his veins, Dave was rendered speechless at the loving ministrations to his sensitive crown and glans. Alex traced every weak spot, his tongue circling around the circumcision scar with particual skill. As Alex cupped his egg-sized nuts and rolled them slowly, deliberately, Dave knew he was near the edge.
"I-I-I'm coming...you better...OH FFUUUUUUU..."
Watching Alex deep-throating his entire shaft was all Dave needed to push him. As inhuman cries and curses filled the air, gallons of his seed coated Alex's throat. Dave brushed his hands through the back of Alex's soft, close-cropped dark hair. He had never felt closer to another man. He had never had such good head either.
After licking Dave clean, Alex removed himself from the spent crotch. Cupping the back of Dave's head, Alex again crushed their mouths together, Dave eagerly lapping up his own seed. After a lengthy, sloppy kiss, Dave broke away from Alex, gasping for air. Mapping out Alex's lean body, Dave flicked the twisty nipples and traced the lean abs before reaching Alex's own desperately hard shaft. "Now what are we gonna do about this?" Dave huskily breathed to Alex, winking at him as he squeezed the hard manhood in his hands.
Unbeknownst to them, a third man watching from a distance had the exact same question.
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