Thank you so much for the feedback on part 1. I hope this satisfies you guys, and that you have ideas for a part 3. Happy New Year!
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Ozzy went to the ocean to wash the dried cum off his body. He really didn't know why the hell Adam thought Ozzy would keep him around, but then if he were in Adam's position, he'd do anything possible to stay around. Too bad Adam wasn't better at thinking strategically...or any thinking. Getting rid of JP caused Adam's team to lose most of the challenges.
Ozzy had only been on a team with JP for about 6 days before they had to be split up into separate teams, but those were some hot 6 days. JP was one of those guys who liked to strut around acting all bad, but was a soft, pliant bottom underneath.
As Ozzy lowered his shorts, he thought back to when he'd been on this beach with JP. The thought sent blood rushing to his cock.
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Early day 3 at the Aitu camp. JP and Ozzy had been getting firewood while Billy and the chicas slept in the shelter. JP and Ozzy dropped their bundle and went to wash off.
JP was gabbing on about how hot their teammate Cecilia was. Ozzy nodded along. He knew what JP was waiting for. Ozzy dropped his shorts. JP looked at him in surprise, and a barely concealed lust. Ozzy's fat uncut cock had that effect on people.
"C'mon JP, don't be chickenshit. We gotta bathe off everywhere. Don't wanna catch any diseases."
JP paused for a moment, then dropped his board shorts. He was a sight to behold even with the shorts - well over 6 feet tall, broad-shouldered, short dark hair, golden brown skin, a shaved chest with heaving pectorals and flawless abs. When naked, he was even more a work of art. Ozzy impulsively took JP's cock in his hand, the organ quickly growing to full hardness. A tumescent 9 inches.
"Oh yes...no Ozzy, not here, no...oh Oscar..." JP whimpered as Ozzy's soft touch stroked JP's glans.
JP had a true piece of meat swinging between his legs. But like many guys with big dicks, Ozzy sensed JP was a bottom. Ozzy grabbed JP for a very rough kiss, then he slid his way down JP's gorgeous chest, licking, biting, kissing, paying special attention to his man-tits, finally stopping to take as much of JP as he could into his mouth.
"Come on me...JP...gimme the milk of your coconut..."
JP hadn't had a touch like this in such a long time. Too many people told him he was too big to go near. The cameras only excited him all the more. Before he could stop himself, he blew his load all over Ozzy's boyish face. Rope after rope of pent-up semen.
Ozzy grinned a cummy grin. He didn't even bother to wipe his face. JP wondered why, until Ozzy spun him around and buried his face in JP's rock-hard, muscular globes. JP groaned. As such a macho man, he hated to realize just how quickly Ozzy had figured out his bottom status. Ozzy skilfully coated JP's cheeks and hole with JP's own cum, the load he had left all over Ozzy's face and neck.
Ozzy quickly pushed JP onto his back near the edge of the water. Using the last of the semen to slick up his impatient erection, he shoved himself inside JP. JP groaned. Ozzy wasn't as long as JP, but he more than made up for it in width. He felt like such a slut, being fucked raw and rough by a man he barely knew, potentially in front of millions of people. But it made him feel good. Ozzy looked into his eyes, and that feral gaze told JP exactly who was in charge.
His horse cock thrust back up to life for a second round as Ozzy violently thrust into him. Ozzy never broke eye contact. JP felt those eyes consume him. JP gave as good as he got, contracting and squeezing his ass muscles to massage Ozzy's flesh dagger. Ozzy hissed. This felt so good. JP was just right, not too tight and not too loose.
The two men cursed and cooed to each other in Spanish, a moment lasting forever and barely any time at all. JP's heels, so heavy on Ozzy's shoulders. JP's back scraped against the sand. Their naked bodies smashing against the other. So good. Before Ozzy could stop himself, he erupted inside JP's ass. He was reluctant to leave that warm space.
Finally, he did, only to have JP flip him onto his belly. He was about to bark that his ass was exit only when he felt JP's horse meat slapping roughly against and between his cheeks. Somehow he understood that JP understood him, that JP was not going to push past Ozzy's limits. JP slid his anaconda up and down Ozzy's hairy crack. Lightly pushed his dick inside. Teased and tormented. He never penetrated. This sensation was enough for him. With a heavy sigh slowly but surely turned into a roar, he came all over Ozzy's pale, perfect buttocks. Then he dove his head inside those sweet cheeks, his tongue intertwining the dark hair and the white cream.
They kissed and touched each other on that wet sand for what seemed like forever. Forgetting anyone was there. Forgetting all existence but their hands and their tongues. They knew they had to stop, but they also knew this was one of the hottest moments of their lives.
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Ozzy whimpered as he came all over his bare thigh, into his hand. Greedily licking the semen from his fingers, he cursed Adam all over again for getting rid of JP. He'd have to look that hot slut up again when the show was over.
Meanwhile, on another part of the island, Adam had a plan for Yul...