I'm sorry for the delay in a new chapter. The last chapter resulted in a few more responses, which I really appreciate. I hope you can send me your thoughts on this one as well. I decided to include James, and may include Coby (the gay hairdresser, not the straight cowboy) in later chapters. Tell me if you disagree with that or not; my decision will be based on your opinions.
Given Bobby Jon's strong religious convictions, he'd never known the touch of a man. That was sinful. Jeff, on the other hand, couldn't stop himself from fondling and carressing any body parts in his path, especially if he'd had a lot to drink. So Jeff was surprised at just how good Bobby's lush lips felt on his plump tube of flesh. He had swallowed nearly half of Jeff's dickmeat, the heavy purple vein down the base pulsating against the roof of Bobby's mouth. Jeff deep-throated Bobby's turgid shaft, causing Bobby to make some kind of whinnying sound and buck his hips. The two men carressed each other's naked, glistening, tanned flesh. Not an ounce of body fat on either one of them. Young, spirited abandon.
Ibrehem meanwhile had kicked off his shorts and was stroking his mammoth 10 inches. Before either white man knew what was happening, the flawless, ebony figure towered over their writhing bodies.
"I wanna fuck your ass, Bobby. Fuck your white Bama boy butt. And Jeff, get under Bobby. NOW!"
Jeff wans't using to taking orders, but Bobby was surprisingly subservient. Before Jeff could even talk back, he was ON his back, and Bobby's languid tongue was shoved inside his rectum. Jeff instinctively kicked his legs apart, prepping for the incoming missile. He gritted his teeth as Bobby's sizeable schlong invaded him, hearing Bobby scream bloody murder at the sensation of Ibrehem's anaconda raping his virgin asshole.
Jeff was on his knees, the knees scraping against the cave floor while Bobby kneeled over him, Ibrehem over him, the young, ripped men engaged in a three-way release of tension and machismo. Primal, basic. No worries, no strategies, nothing but pure orgasmic, violent release. As Bobby shot his wad into Jeff's newly whored asshole, Bobby's own sphincter clamped over Ibrehem's uncut monster. They collapsed over each other.
Outside the cave, a fourth figure watched, his filtthy boxers bunched around his hips. James shook his head and wiped his elongated nose as he pumped away at his elongated redneck horse cock. He had no idea his team was full of homos. He'd put those tight asses to good use...
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Over at Koror, a sudden shower caused Ian and Tom to spend the night by the fire. Ian, young and nerdy, lanky, yet muscular, looked up to Tom, the silver-haired studmuffin firefighter who was a leader of the tribe. Ian had a great father, so he wasn't pining away for a parent. He wasn't sure what he saw in Tom. Then when he would glance at Tom's hairy, perfect pecs, he remembered that odd feeling. The one he'd always tried to deny, but couldn't anymore.
Both men were sleepy. For just a moment, they dozed off. Their heads collided, Tom's nose bumping Ian's glasses. Tom chuckled. Ian, not even realizing what he was doing, leaned in to kiss Tom. Would they kiss? What would happen next??