Thank you for the response to the first chapter. I hope you enjoy the second chapter as well.
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Bobby Jon couldn't believe his good luck. But he also couldn't believe his bad luck. He had been asked to come back for another chance at a million dollars. A whole new season ,a whole new start. Then he almost had a full blown seizure the first day thanks to this damn jungle climate. He'd been weakened ever since. Fortunately he wasn't the only one on the tribe who had suffered. Some old guy had been voted out the first immunity challegne they lost, and they hadn't lost any since then. Most likely the next to go would be Blake. Blake was a fellow Southern boy, a Texan with dirty blonde hair and a smooth body. Bobby didn't stare at other guys too often, but damn, Blake was ripped. The girls had drooled all over themselves when they had to paint his body for an immunity challenge. Blake was the type who would be a real cocky punk most of the time, but illness had taken his fire real fast.
The water in this part of the jungle wasn't clean enough to bathe in, so they boiled the water. Bobby was about to wash off when someone told him that Blake had taken the last of the clean water. Angered, Bobby went to find him. When he got there, Blake was fully naked, his muscled buns framed by a white tan line, a drop of sweat glistening as it ran down his back. He poured the water over his face and it slid across his bulging pecs, down his flawless six-pack, and ended up at his fat 7 inch cock. Bobby was so horny. And so angry. Before he could stop himself he yanked the canteen out of Blake's hand.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Blake said. He tried to get the canteen back. Bobby laughed and jerked his hand away. Unfortunately it made the canteen fall to the floor and the water seeped onto the ground.
"FUCK!" Bobby hissed. He was real angry now.
"I'll solve it," Blake smirked.
Quickly, he sank to his knees and began licking Bobby from head to toe. Every single bead of sweat on Bobby's hair-dusted body soon lapped against Blake's talented tongue. When he got to Bobby's stubbly face, he moaned and grabbed Bobby for a rough kiss. Instinctively, Bobby grabbed Blake's bubble butt and squeezed for dear life.
"They call that there, animal husbandry," another voice added.
It was Brandon, the "hick" smartass farmer from Kansas. Blake blushed.
"You intruding on our time, Bobby? Blake, why don't we show this 'Bama trash how it's done."
Before Bobby could process the goings on, Blake had gotten on all fours and Brandon was eating out Blake's phat ass. Soon his dick replaced his tongue and Blake howled like a doggie as he was buttfucked by 8 inches of farmboy meat.
Bobby began to violently facefuck Blake. They slammed the pretty boy from both ends and quickly filled him with their loads.
Then Brandon pulled out before shooting. He pushed Bobby to the ground, tearing down his shorts. Bobby fought but he didn't really want to win the struggle. Brandon soon had him pinned and threw Bobby's hairy legs over his shoulders. Blake cradled Bobby's head and they tongue-fucked.
Bobby learned all about animal husbandry that day.