Stranded - Chapter 11

STRANDED

Chapter 11: The New Normal

They did not notice it, but as the days went by, Jonas and Adam almost stopped talking about a possible rescue.

They acted as if this was their new life, their new normal.

Jonas continued to mark the number of days in the sand, but it no longer meant much.

What difference did it make if they had been stranded for 20 or 21 days?

Their bodies were already different.

They had longer, messier hair and they were both generally hairier, especially Adam who was already a naturally furry guy.

Honestly though, his edgier cave-man look only made him hotter.

Adam had lost some weight and some muscles, but Jonas remained incredibly fit. His scar was getting much better. Soon, it would be barely visible.

Between the cave and their camp on the beach, they had built their village.

It was a civilization made of only two naked men, but it was still their own microcosm of life.

Everything they knew and cared about.

It was easy to forget the world they had left behind, so focused were they on day-to-day survival in their little paradise.

They did not really miss their comfort... or their respective wives...

They never said it out loud, but deep down, they questioned their desire to be rescued.

Maybe they were content with the life they had built here, the simplicity of it all, the lack of distractions.

Who needs a phone when you have such a great physical connection?

Adam pulled back, Jonas' cock slipping from his mouth with a soft pop.

He looked up at his island friend, his eyes wild with desire and a strange kind of joy.

He licked his wet lips, tasting the salty residue of Jonas' cum. This was fully part of the routine.

He swallowed it at least twice a day, but he never got tired of the protein milkshake.

The boys were satisfied, their bodies satiated and their hearts full.

As the sun sank lower in the sky, painting the outside of the cave in shades of orange and pink, they lay back inside, their bodies pressed together, warm.

Another day had passed.

Adam's sleepy head rested on Jonas's chest, his breathing steady and soothing.

He felt safe here, in Jonas' arms, their bodies intertwined.

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore below, the rhythmic beat lulling him into a state of peace.

Jonas wrapped his arms around Adam, holding him even closer, his own breathing slowing as he drifted off to sleep.

The tension of the day, the intensity of their sexual interactions, all seemed to fade away, leaving them both peaceful and at ease.

When Adam awoke, the sun was already high in the sky, casting its golden rays into the cave.

He had never slept so long and he felt strangely dizzy. As if he was drunk from his sleep.

The peaceful hum of the morning was interrupted only by the distant sound of monkeys fighting over some bananas.

There was no sign of a jaguar or any other predator.

Good.

Sometimes the boys thought they had dreamed it, for they never saw any trace of the beast again.

Adam opened his eyes and blinked away the remnants of sleep. For a moment he was disoriented, his mind still in the dreams of the night before. Then reality set in.

He was alone, which was unusual.

Adam sat up.

The cave was empty, Jonas' makeshift bed of palm fronds bare. The sun streamed in through the entrance, casting long shadows across the floor.

Adams crawled out and looked down to the edge of the cliff that overlooked their beach. There he saw Jonas, the broad silhouette against the bright sky, a fishing rod in his hand.

Adam had watched Jonas work on the rod the day before, carving it from a sturdy branch, weaving a line from vines, and fashioning a hook from a sharp stone.

He had been impressed by his friend's ingenuity, but he had also made a mental note to check out their supplies.

They were running low on the materials they used for their tools, and they would need more if they were going to expand their fishing operations.

Adam got up, brushed the dirt off his legs, - they were still not sleeping in a five-star hotel -, and made his way to the pile of supplies they had gathered in one corner of the cave.

He had kept track of their dwindling resources, making mental lists and checking off items as they used them.

He knew they would have to ration what they had left, and he was always on the lookout for new materials they could use to replenish their supplies.

He kicked aside a pile of dried leaves and looked for the mangoes and small fishes they had set aside.

They were all gone.

Had Jonas eaten them without telling him? He shook his head, trying to clear the fog of sleep and disorientation. Jonas would not do that. They were a team; they depended on each other for everything.

Adam forced a deep breath and tried to clear his head.

He walked out of the cave, his eyes scanning the beach. He saw Jonas again, standing on a rock at the water's edge, the brand-new rod in his hand.

It took Adam about thirty minutes to walk along the edge of the jungle and down the steep trail to reach their beach.

During that time, he had lost sight of Jonas.

On his way, the dentist had gotten angry.

He was well as long as they were together, but whenever Jonas went off on his own, it scared him.

He knew how he was and how the daredevil could take unnecessary risks.

Losing him would have been...

Well, he could not even think about it. It was way too frightening.

By the time he reached the beach, however, Jonas was safe. And by the looks of it, he had caught something substantial.

Adam hurried to the shore, his concern turning to excitement when he saw the bulging net (and the big floppy cock).

“What the hell, Jonas?” Adam called out, his voice carried over the sound of the waves, it was quite windy. “Couldn't you wait for me?”

Jonas turned, a broad grin splitting his face.

“I thought I'd surprise you.” He said, holding up the net. “Look at this!”

Adam approached, his eyes widening when he saw the fish inside. It was a tuna, not a huge one but it was bigger than anything they had caught before.

Jonas had clearly hit the jackpot. Adam could not believe his eyes.

“Wow, this is huge!” He exclaimed as he fished the tuna out of the net.

The fish, still alive, struggled, but Adam quickly dispatched it with a sharp rock.

No feelings in the wilderness.

“Huge indeed!” Jonas exclaimed.

And yes, you guessed it, he also did the helicopter with his damn bouncing dick!

“What did you use for bait?” Adam asked, ignoring the silliness.

He was amazed at their luck.

Jonas held up the rod.

“I used the last of our salted fish!” He said, his grin widening.

“Come on...”

“I figured, go big or go home, right?”

Adam shook his head in disbelief.

“You took a big risk, Jonas. We need that salt to preserve our food. And you used our only fishing net. What if something had gone wrong?”

Jonas shrugged, still grinning.

“But nothing went wrong, did it? Look at this beauty!”

He gestured to the tuna, which was almost as long as Adam's arm.

“Did you take the mangoes too?”

“Which ones?”

“The ones in the cave. I set some aside yesterday. They’re gone.”

“Of course not. I never eat without you!”

This time, Jonas was the one who was upset. He hated that Adam could have a crazy idea like that.

He would always prioritize his best buddy over his own well-being.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything... I mean, I know you wouldn't. But the mangoes have vanished.”

“They were there when I left the cave.”

A shiver ran down Adam's spine.

“Fuck... Seriously?”

“Yeah... I think so...”

Jonas was worried too.

“That means I had a visitor between the time you left and the time I woke up.”

“Damn. You slept so peacefully for once. That's why I didn't wake you. I... I shouldn't have left you there alone.”

“Now you care?”

“Yes. I don't want anything to happen to you.”

Adam smiled.

“I'm fine, it was probably just a damn monkey. The jaguar wouldn’t have eaten the mango.”

“Fuck, if only we could catch all of them!”

“Bro, we're not going to eat a monkey.”

The “Bro” was back but it did not feel right anymore. “Babe” would have sounded more appropriate considering the latest developments of their relationship.

“We need meat!” Jonas insisted.

Adam's eyes fell on his favorite slab of raw meat.

Jonas caught the look and chuckled.

“Don’t get any idea, Joe… Let's start with this tuna, shall we?”

“Of course, chief.”

They held it together and walked to their shelter and dying fire.

“Hey Adam, you're not mad at me?”

“No, I get it, Joe. You’ve been doing a lot for us. I just wish you would have talked to me about it first.” Adam replied, his voice softening.

Jonas' grin faded and he looked down at his toes digging into the sand.

“You're right, I should have said something...” He admitted. “I just... I didn't want to disappoint you if I didn't catch anything.”

Adam put a hand on Jonas' shoulder and squeezed it gently.

“We're in this together, Joe. You don't have to carry everything yourself. We're a team, remember?”

Jonas looked up and met Adam's gaze.

“Yeah, I know.”

“We can't afford to take any unnecessary risks. We have to be smart about this.”

Jonas nodded, his grin returning.

“If you’re not mad, do I still get my morning kiss?”

Adam wrapped his hand around Jonas' neck.

“I think it's even more mandatory now... You know, just to make sure I don't detect a hint of mango on your lips!”

“Oh, really?”

They French kissed on the sand.

“Doesn't seem like it, but it still tastes good.”

“Maybe you should check my tongue a little more... I really want to show you that I'm innocent.”

Jonas winked.

The kiss deepened; their erections grew. It was nothing more than their usual breakfast routine.

“Seems clear... Should I check to make sure you didn't dip that bone in the mango juice?” Adam asked playfully and grabbed the quickly hardening cock.

Jonas had to laugh.

The role play was getting a little too ridiculous.

And this morning, Jonas seemed to be in the mood to mix it up a bit.

“Actually... I still have to pay for my crime of taking the little salty fishes without permission... Also, for leaving you alone in bed.”

“You do...”

Adam stroked the thick veiny shaft, not sure where Jonas was getting at.

“I might know a way to redeem myself.” He murmured in his ear.

“I'm listening...”

“I've been thinking about it for a while... I think you deserve it, Adam.”

Jonas' voice was a low growl, his hands already moving to Adam's waist and rising dick.

“What do I deserve exactly?”

“I know you've been waiting for something in particular…”

Was he about to fuck him or was it something else? He had many naughty ideas in mind.

Slowly Jonas started to lower himself while stroking Adam’s cock.

Dang… Was this the moment?

Adam's brain started to spin and his dick was hard as a fucking rock.

“Are you for real, Joe? Dude... I... I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with...”

Jonas silenced him by running his nose through his uncut hairy cock.

“I want to taste you, Adam. I want to show you how much I'm appreciative, how good you make me feel.”

Jonas' words sent a jolt of electricity straight up Adam's fat dick and he gasped as Jonas' fingers brushed over his sensitive skin.

“You want to blow me?” Adam asked, his voice breaking.

He could hardly believe what was happening after days of things going only one way, but beautifully, the raw desire in Jonas' eyes left no room for doubt.

“Yes.” Jonas replied simply.

Adam's heart pounded in his chest as Jonas began to stroke his cock harder.

Then, without any further preamble, Jonas dropped completely to his knees.

“That's fucking hot.”

Adam's dick twitched in all directions.

“You can lie down if you want... The sand is hot... You'll be completely relaxed… I’ll take care of you.”

“Uh, uh... Okay...”

The dentist obliged.

The sand was warm beneath Jonas, but all he could concentrate on was the thick, pulsating cock in front of him.

“I've never done this before so... Don't judge my technique too harshly.”

“It's okay, Joe... Just think of my dick as a lollipop.”

“Is that what you do for me?”

“I mean, you're much girthier than a lollipop, sometimes I think of a huge fruity ice cream!”

Jonas did not need to hear that to salivate.

“Good idea... And I mean, I've been craving ice cream since we got here.”

Jonas leaned forward and his tongue swirled around the head of Adam's cock, teasing and tormenting it in equal measure.

It would be a first for Jonas, but it would also be a first for Adam.

No man had ever put his mouth over his dick before...

Would it be different than with girls? Would it better than when Erica was doing it?

Jonas had already told him that he could feel his beard ticking against his skin, the thick dark hair rubbing against his balls during deep throat, but Jonas had smoother skin.

When he began to swallow the head, however, Adam immediately knew that the sensations would indeed be different.

He let out a low moan, his hips spontaneously bucking against Jonas's eager mouth.

The feeling of Jonas's hot, wet mouth engulfing him was overwhelming.

He could feel every swirl of his tongue, every flick of his lips, like a live wire running through his veins.

“Fuck, Jonas... You... You're good...”

Jonas let go of the tail.

He had tasted sperm before, but this felt completely different, to have a real hard boner between his teeth.

He was a little dizzy.

“Wow... I... I just took it in my mouth!” He chuckled awkwardly.

“And it felt so good... You... You didn't like it?”

“Oh no, Adam, I liked it... That's why it feels so strange.”

Jonas licked his lips, tasting the pre-cum that was already coating them.

He looked at the hairy cock throbbing beneath him as Adam lay on the sand.

He went for it again, sniffing it like a dog. He lapped his tongue against the balls as well. So much dark hair. Fuck. That stank!

He lingered underneath, found the ass crack, Adam moaned, he returned to his shaft.

Jonas took the dripping cock deeper, he started the back and forth, it was exhilarating.

It was also liberating.

Since Jonas had defined this act as the ultimate barrier separating him from "gayness", now that he was breaking it, anything felt possible.

And yes, he did like it very much.

The feeling of the musky cock filling his mouth, the pre-cum dozing against his palate, the wet sensitive head going further down his throat, the balls almost touching his skin, the eyes watering and fuck... And above all, the taste!

Even better than a wet pussy! Could you believe it?

Soon his nose was pressing against Adam's stomach and his thick bushy pubic hair, his throat tightening around the length of the boner.

He was smaller than Jonas, but still, this was quite a feat for a first time!

Adam had to go at it several times before he was able to perform a full deep throat.

Jonas was a true athlete and even in this department, he had to be the best!

Adam’s eyes shut as he tried to focus on anything but the exquisite pleasure coursing through his body.

Jonas looked up, his eyes tearing from the effort, but he did not stop.

He kept sucking, his lips tight around Adam's cock, his tongue swirling and teasing, his hand stroking the base in time with his mouth, playing with his balls or alternately with the tight asshole.

He was already thinking about the next barrier to be broken.

Adam let out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking helplessly as Jonas took him deeper.

Adam could feel the heat building in his gut, the pressure tightening, ready to explode.

He reached down, his fingers tangling in Jonas' light brown hair, his grip tightening as he fought to hold back.

Jonas' tongue only swirled faster from that point on, the pressure increasing, the suction stronger.

Adam's body almost convulsed as the pleasure became unbearable.

How could it be so good!?

He opened his eyes to see the fit personal trainer, more like his personal hero at this point, savoring every inch of his uncut cock for breakfast.

Everything suddenly made sense.

This was the life he had always dreamed of! This was what was meant to be.

He could feel it, the heat, the pressure, the raw, primal need building inside him.

He was close, so close, but he did not want it to end. Not yet.

The slurping and gagging sounds were out of this world. He wanted this moment to last forever.

He could feel Jonas' throat working, could taste the salt of his own skin as Jonas took him deeper, harder, faster.

It was too much and yet not enough.

Adam could feel the edge of his control slipping away, could feel the heat building, building, building...

Adam's body tensed one last time, his hips bucking as he tried to hold back, to prolong the moment. But it was no use. The pleasure was too strong, too overwhelming.

Jonas' mouth was a refuge, a sanctuary, a place of pure, unadulterated bliss, and Adam surrendered to it completely.

Shit, he should have warned his partner!

“Joe, I'm coming!” He howled suddenly.

Too late!

But maybe, Jonas did not care. Maybe, he wanted to drink it all!

In any case, he kept the pulsing dick shoved down his throat as Adam released some impressive loads straight into his stomach.

“Fuck, Jonas...” Adam gasped, panting. “Fuck... that's insane… Aaah… I got more… Fuck… Swallow everything!”

As Adam emptied himself into him, Jonas lost touch with space, time and any sort of reality.

He drank the miraculous juice of life.

He would be forever imprinted with Adam's mark.

He did not even realize that he had nutted some creamy loads on the sand beneath him.

Adam's body shook as he came.

When the last of his orgasm finally subsided, he let out a shaky breath, his body limp and spent, his mind a whirl of confusion and wonder.

Jonas kept the cock in his mouth for a very long time.

“I... I tried to warn you, but...” Adam apologized.

When Jonas pulled back, he opened his mouth to show that he had swallowed it all.

“Hey, no reason I shouldn't have enjoyed the full serving of protein, especially for a first time.”

Adam was instantly reassured.

“You got it, man. Should I return the favor?”

Jonas looked down at his own deflating dick.

When exactly had he ejaculated?

“No... I mean, maybe we should just wait half an hour and go for round two, what do you…”

“FUCK!”

Adam suddenly sat up.

“Wh... What?”

“Is it? God... Yeah, it's real!”

He stood up, his cock slapping Jonas in the face on the way.

“What the fuck, Adam? What's going on?”

He pointed to the horizon.

“Look! Jonas, look!!”

Jonas was more frightened than anything. He turned his face, but he did not see what Adam was freaking out about.

A shark? Another predator?

“I don't see shit.”

In the bliss of what had just happened, he was even more confused.

“There... On the horizon! Right there.”

Jonas tried to follow where the index was pointing.

“Are we in danger?”

“No, it’s good news… I mean... It's amazing... It's a boat!”

Only when he said the word did Jonas see the white dot in the immensity of the blue horizon.

He had to squint to see it, it was not obvious, but yes... There was a pretty massive boat tracing a line in the endless ocean.

This was their chance to be rescued.

But did Jonas want to be saved?