This story is fiction and not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of Jeff or Steve.
Day 1
I couldn't believe I was in a plane flying over the Amazonian Jungle with two of my favorite TV animal expert celebrities. I had entered a contest on the Nature Network website, hoping to win, at best, an autographed photo but instead I had gotten Grand prize. This entitled me to a two week Jungle expedition with two hot guys who had somewhat similar shows on the network, Jeff, a sexy hairy chested American and Steve, a cute and charming Australian. Both guys had wildly popular shows and I sometimes wondered how many people watched for the many nice crotch and butt shots their TV antics afforded. We were the only passengers in the small plane heading to a remote corner of the Amazon, the camera crew and other staff having flown separately as no plane of any size could land on the short runway available in the wilderness area where we were going.
Both guys were just as sexy and friendly as they appeared on their respective shows. I had expected a little animosity as they were competitors of sorts, but if there was any, they were hiding it well. I was sitting next to Jeff and I kept sneaking glances at his well filled pants crotch. I was getting a little horny imagining the opportunities this trip might allow to see a lot more of these two studs. With visions of open showers and morning woodies not quite concealed, my dick started to harden. Suddenly, my naughty musings were interrupted.
"What the BLOODY hell?" I heard Steve shout from his window seat.
Then there was a loud crashing sound, I felt wind and rain then and everything went dark. When I regained consciousness, I was in my seat, still buckled in. I looked around and could see both Jeff and Steve were either unconscious or dead in their seats. When I looked forward I was surprised to see not the door to the cockpit but a mass of foliage and splintered wood. As my eyes adjusted I could see the cockpit of the plane was simply not there. Looking behind me the boxes of food and supplies were toppled all around in the back of the plane. Assessing myself, I felt weak and light headed but had no major pain or bleeding. A moan from Steve directed my attention to him. He was coming to and looked over to me, slumped in his seat.
"What the hell happened?" I asked him, remembering his shout just before the plane crashed.
"I think we hit the side of a mountain, I saw we were getting rather close to one" he replied, trying to sit up. He cried out and then said, "I think my leg's busted, mate".
Indeed looking at him, his left leg was twisted under his seat in an odd way. I knew I need to help him, so I began unbuckling myself. My movements stirred Jeff, who groggily surveyed the situation we were in while muttering expletives. I touched his shoulder.
"Wake up, man, we've crashed, are you okay ?" I asked him .
"I think so" he replied after a moment, sitting up and looking over to Steve, he asked "What happened to him ?".
Minutes later, Jeff and I were helping Steve out of his seat and into a laying down position. He cried out as we moved his leg into a straight position on the floor. Both Jeff and I knew First Aid and we had an excellent Medical kit so we set about securing the leg. Noting that it was swelling, I told Steve we'd have to cut off his trademark khaki shorts. Almost delerious from pain, he agreed. Jeff offered him some of the strong pain medication from the medical supplies and he gratefully accepted. By the time we had cut off his shorts and secured his leg to a splint, Steve was fast asleep. The combination of a very long day travelling, trauma and drugs had knocked him out.
It was only then that I noticed how nicely his cock and balls were filling out and showing in his white briefs, well not quite white as it was obvious he had pissed himself sometime during the crash. I noticed Jeff was staring intently at Steve's crotch. I suggested we should cut off his wet underwear and Jeff nodded. I cut both side of the wet briefs and slid them out from under the unconscious Steve. Jeff squatted next to me and his hairy leg touched my arm. To my surprise I could clearly see his dick, obviously hard and running down his pants leg. He turned to me and our eyes met. In a second, I realized this was a unique opportunity. I handed him the wet cut apart briefs. Taking them he looked at me questioningly. In reply I reached down and squeezed his hard cock through his pants.
Moaning, he leaned backward and fumbled at his pants button while holding Steve's soaked briefs to his face. Helping him, I pulled his pants to his knees and watched his big hard cut dick pop up and out of them. Turning my attention to Steve, I saw his short fat uncut cock softly resting on a plump set of balls.
"Look at his cock" were the first words I spoke. Jeff complied and licked his lips, undoubtably tasting the piss that had come from it. "You want to taste that uncut cock, don't you, boy ?" I asked, smirking. "you want to taste that piss on his dick, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir," Jeff quickly replied, making me realize this wasn't the first time he'd been in a submissive role.
The almost surreal nature of the situation caused me to think. Steve was out cold, we were unlikely to be rescued in the time it would take to have some fun in this most bizarre of circumstances. My hard dick decided for me and I gestured towards Steve's cock and commanded Jeff: "Suck his cock."
Jeff eagerly bent over and began licking and kissing Steve's cock. In seconds, his obviously skilled attention had awakened Steve's cock so it stood rock hard, slightly bigger than average but quite fat, the pink head just peeking out of the snug foreskin. I sat back and released my cock so I could stroke it as I watched. My move encouraged Jeff who began expertly sucking and licking Steve's hot dick and balls. Steve moaned - this time in pleasure, not pain - but he did not come to. He must have not come in ages because within minutes I could see his nutsack tightening and precum oozing out of his now mostly exposed cockhead.
"Can I have his cum, Sir" Jeff panted, slowly jerking Steve's cock so the foreskin slid neatly over the head and back off again.
"Yes, you may, boy" I sneered at him, "Then maybe you can have mine too". I jacked my cock faster, feeling my load stiring in my balls.
Jeff went to work, jacking Steve's cock into his mouth with one hand and massaging his balls roughly in the other. In seconds, I could see him gulping down what looked to be a huge load of cum. Finally letting go of Steve's cock, he turned his attention to mine, diving down onto it and sucking for all he was worth. I reached over and played with his cock, it was hard as steel and at least 8 inches long. My hand was soon slick with his precum.
"Play with your dick" I ordered him. I reached for his shirt and pulled it up, exposing his hairy chest and hot nipples. Pinching and rolling them in my fingers, I told him " If you don't cum before I do, you don't get my load".
Pumping furiously, his hand was a blur on his big dick. Taking his mouth off my cock, he pleaded " May I come, Sir?". I nodded yes and he leaned back letting me see his cum squirt out all over Steve and me. Grabbing his head I pushed his mouth back to my cock and he began sucking like crazy. I fondled his still hard and senstive dick while I pumped my dick into his mouth. Feeling my cum about to erupt, I pushed my cock into his throat, letting him milk it out of me. Slamming my crotch against his head, I exploded, gushing out my load.
"Good boy," I said pulling my cock away from Jeff's lips. As soon as I came, the incredible reality of our situation hit me again like a ton of bricks. I felt drained and disoriented and without another word I pulled Jeff to me and we both fell asleep, exhausted.
To be continued