Stranded - Chapter 01

For the past ten Summers and ever since their senior year of college, Adam and Jonas have taken a week off from their jobs, their wives, and their everyday lives to travel together.

It is their favorite tradition, “the boys' week”, and they would never give it up.

This Summer, though, not everything goes as planned.

They are exploring the beautiful coast of Peru when a tragic accident takes them far away from the mainland.

Stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, the two best friends must rely on each other to survive... Who could have predicted that this event would lead them on a journey of self-discovery and that it might change the dynamic of their relationship forever?

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This story is a fiction.

It contains mature themes and should be read by adults only, and in any case, by people over the age of 18 years-old.

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STRANDED

Chapter 1: Mario's warnings

The sun was a fiery orb sinking into the Pacific, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as Adam and Jonas sat on the beach, their toes sinking into the warm sand.

They had arrived in Mancora (on the north coast of Peru) earlier that day, and the salty tang of the ocean mixed with the faint scent of grilled street food was already making them feel a world away from their usual routines.

This was their annual boys' week, a tradition they had started in their senior year in college when they were still single and ready to mingle.

It continued after they both found themselves with rings on their fingers.

It was their chance to travel the world, but more importantly, to let loose and to be free from the responsibilities that came with their jobs and marriages.

Sure, they loved their wives, but were they not better off in their colorful speedos, drinking a mojito, looking at the sunset?

Adam, the dentist, had always been the more responsible one, his quick wit and dry humor serving as a constant reminder that he was not that serious.

Jonas, the personal trainer, was the wild card, his adventurous spirit and love for exploration making him the perfect partner in crime for these escapades.

It is likely that without him, Adam would have given up on these trips, but he had never been able to say no to his best buddy.

They were each other’s best man at their respective weddings and ever since their freshman year, they had been an unbreakable duo.  

Even though they were living very different lives, they made sure to see each other at least a few times a week at the gym, - Jonas was adamant to keep Adam in shape -, and they were truly reconnecting during their yearly trip.

It had become a sacred moment, and they would not have missed it for the world.

They had already travelled in ten different countries, even backpacking throughout Europe when they were 23.

A couple of hours after landing in Peru, they rented a motorboat from a scruffy (and rather hot) guy named Mario.

The dude had semi-long hair and he was displaying tribal tattoos on his tanned muscular pecs and on his right bicep.

He spoke in broken English.

“Five days. Okay?”

“Yes, that’s perfect for us.”

“You know to ride boat?”

“I do, sir.” Adam replied.

He did not ask for any permit or anything.

However, he warned them with a finger.

“No boat at night, amigos. Always stay near the mainland. Big storm comin' in about two days, no going on the ocean this Wednesday.”

Adam nodded.

“We'll be careful, Mario.”

Jonas clapped him on the back.

“Hell, we're not kids. We can handle a little storm.”

Mario shrugged.

They were not the first cocky North Americans he was meeting.

“Be careful, hombres. This sea, she can be a bitch. And sign this document per favor.”

It was written in Spanish and neither Adam nor Jonas was fluent in the language, but it was pretty clear that they signed a liability waiver.

The boat company would not be responsible for any accident, and any damage that might occur on, or to, the boat would have to be compensated for by the boys.

They left Mario's hut, laughing and joking as they made their way to the motorboat tied to the dock.

It was small but it seemed solid enough.

They tried it right away; Adam was used to operating boats like this one, meaning that he was de facto in charge.

“Sail away, captain!” Jonas joked.

It was a quick tour near the shore to make sure everything worked fine. It did.

They had planned a longer trip on the ocean the next day.

Satisfied with the boat, they came back to the shore, and they spent the rest of the afternoon at the beach.

They left after the sunset to spend the night in a pretty shitty hotel nearby.

The guys knew that they would not spend much time locked up in their room, so they never really cared about that part of their trip.

Money was best used on other activities.

The only annoying thing was that they had to share a bed, and contrary to what they thought, it was a rather small one.

They would have to squeeze themselves in.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to get close and personal tonight.” Jonas remarked.

“Try to control your anaconda, okay? I remember Mexico too well!” Adam replied.

Once, they had shared a bed, - a much larger one -, in a similar situation and Adam had woken up with Jonas’ large cock pressed against his ass.

His dick was literally lodged between his cheeks, like it was about to breach in the virgin asshole.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it!”

“Oh, I very much did, that’s why you should be careful, Joe. I might have to shove that big snake in my hairy ass next time!”

The men laughed.

They were constantly bantering, and gay jokes were a classic ever since college.

Jonas opened a squeaky door to the narrow bathroom.

It was not much, a showerhead with no protecting glass or a curtain around it, a sink, and a toilet.

Not even a mirror to check themselves out.      

“Can you remind me how much we’ve paid for this?” Jonas asked Adam who had made all the bookings.

“Practically nothing.”

“That makes sense.” Jonas said with a smile.

He did not mind.

When he travelled with his wife, Laura, she had her needs of luxury and comfort.

That annoyed him to spend so much money on bullshit.

He enjoyed hiking, surfing and talking with the locals; Jonas could not care less about a fancy bathtub or a queen size bed.

He was craving real experiences.

Although, he had to admit, it would not have hurt to have a slightly larger bed in this case.

He went to shower first, soaping his large muscles was always a treat.

“Fuck, bro! Where the hell does this sand come from?! I have so much in my crack!” He shouted.

Adam laughed on the other side of the door.

“Maybe you should stop spreading your ass cheeks that much, you little slut!”

Because there was no space to move around in the tiny bathroom, Jonas went to the bedroom to dry himself.

It was absolutely no big deal.

They had shared a room for four years in college, they had been frequenting the same gym, at this stage, entering their thirties, they had both seen each other naked hundreds of times.

Not even mentioning the incident back in their sophomore year of college.

Adam glanced at Jonas’ so-called “anaconda”, - he could never help himself from looking at the legendary beast hanging low between his best friend’s thighs -, and he went to take a shower himself.

Not that he was small down there, – in fact, Adam was pretty endowed as well -, but compared to Jonas’ monster cock, anyone was missing a few inches.

Adam stepped under the water, the cold shocking his system, waking him up.

It did feel nice though, given how hot the day had been in Peru. He had literally been sweating his ass off.

He scrubbed his body clean, the sand falling away with every movement.

He felt the familiar aching in his balls, the dull throb that only a good, hard fuck could ease.

He had not slept with his wife, Erica, in weeks.

Their sex life had become predictable, vanilla, and rather boring… And that was only when anything happened.

They had just gone three full weeks without doing anything. He had not masturbated much either. His balls were full.

Erica wanted a baby and he wished to be a father as well but Adam had recently felt like it was the only reason she was opening her legs for him anymore.

He could not remember the last time he had felt truly desired, truly wanted.

He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought.

He was not there to think about his wife. It was just a rough patch, it happened in every marriage, especially after four years.

He smiled when he realized that, just like Jonas, it appeared that he had been swallowing sand through his hairy asshole.

He loved their annual trip to death, but he had always hated the damn sand.

After drying off and sliding into a pair of loose underwear, Adam made his way back to the bedroom where Jonas was already in bed, the sheets kicked off, his back turned towards Adam.

He was stark-naked and his bare ass was in full display.

Jonas was not the modest type.

He thought a fit body was meant to be shown off.

Frankly, that was probably one of the reasons why he became a personal trainer.

“Fuck, it's hot in here, isn't it?” Adam muttered, running a hand through his short and wet dark hair.

Jonas grunted an affirmative, his head buried in a pillow.

“Maybe we should get that fan we saw at the shop earlier.”

“Maybe.”

Adam agreed, but neither of them moved to do so.

Instead, Adam climbed into bed, his body was already starting to sweat despite the cold shower he had just taken.

Without a word, he pulled his boxers off and tossed them onto the floor, the cool sheets against his naked skin feeling like a balm against the heat.

“You could have saved the time and not put them on at all…” Jonas remarked, rolling onto his back and stretching his arms above his head.

The man was stunning lying like that.

Both of them were good looking and very fit but Jonas was built like a true professional athlete.

Incredibly, he managed to be both lean and shredded. Every single muscle of his body had been tirelessly pumped to achieve the best results.

At 32, he was at his peak.

“Yeah, you’re always one step ahead.” Adam said with a chuckle, his eyes scanning over Jonas’ muscular naked body.

He stopped at his large and trimmed uncut cock lying against his thigh.

Adam was hairy, but Jonas wanted his sculptural chest and most of his body to remain entirely smooth.

He had stopped attending bodybuilding competitions a long time ago but being hairless remained the best way to enhance his physique.

His ass was probably the only part of his anatomy he kept slightly hairy.

That being said, Adam’s bubble butt was much furrier… much bigger too.

Lucky him, he was blessed with a natural juicy ass. Jonas had to do squats every couple of days to reach a comparable size.

“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow? You want to head back out to the beach, or do some exploring first?” Jonas asked.

“I was thinking we could take the boat out all day, do a little fishing, maybe find a secluded cove to hang out in.”

“Sounds good to me. I heard there’s some great snorkeling spots around here.”

“Yeah, we should definitely check that out. Maybe even try to catch some dinner in the ocean while we’re at it?”

Jonas yawned.

“Amazing.”

They did not chat for long, exhaustion from the plane trip and the first day in Mancora catching up with them.

Within minutes, Jonas's steady breathing filled the small room, and Adam soon joined him in slumber, the gentle hum of the mini fridge in the corner of the room lulling them into a deep sleep.

In the morning, Adam woke first, the sunlight streaming in through the dirty curtains, casting a warm glow on their nude bodies. 

In his daze, he was reminded of their freshman year, sharing a dorm room, their lives as simple and carefree as can be.

Back then, there was no trying to please anyone, no being mindful of your words, no bullshit.

A decade later, this yearly trip was the only way to reconnect with this sensation of freedom.

As Adam was coming to his senses, he realized that they were weirdly snuggled together, he could feel Jonas' right leg over his waist and, more importantly, his semi-hard cock smashed against his lower back.

Here they were again…

The untamable anaconda had risen!

Adam blinked, surprised by the sudden heat that surged through his body.

To be fair, he was sporting a firm morning wood as well, even stronger than Jonas, although, he was not rubbing it against his best friend… 

He stayed there for a minute; Jonas was softly snoring in his neck.

This was a bit odd but he felt comfortable.

When Jonas moved in his sleep and his fat cock rubbed against his crack, it became too much for Adam.

He needed something strong to wake him up and clear his head.

Adam stepped away, grabbing two cups and filling them with black coffee.

The room was too small for him, - it also stank with sweat -, so he decided to put his boxers back on and to take the coffee outside.

At the very least, their crappy hotel was perfectly situated, right by the beach.

The area was already bustling with activity.

He sat on the ground, the hot drink warming his hands, and watched as the locals went about their day.

A few minutes later, Jonas joined him, his light brown curly hair still disheveled from sleep. He was wearing a pair of shorts.

Needless to say, he was outrageously bulging through the thin fabric.

His morning wood was not fully gone yet.  

“Morning, sunshine. You made coffee?” Jonas asked with a smile.

He grabbed one of the cups and took a sip.

“Yep. Thought we could use some energy to start the day.” Adam replied, fist-bumping his friend.

Jonas nodded in agreement.

“Definitely needed that. So, what's the plan? I'm starving.”

Adam looked out at the ocean, the sun reflecting off the water.

“I was thinking we could grab some breakfast, pack some food and a few beers in a cooler, and then directly head out on the boat. We’ve rented it for the week, might as well make the most of it, especially if we cannot use it tomorrow.”

“I checked the weather app; I don’t think there’s any storm coming. That dude was just trying to scare us.”

“I’m not so sure about that. He seemed serious.”

“I bet he wants us to ride the boat less often so he’s certain it’ll come back intact.”

"Well, that’s the freaking goal, Joe! I don’t intend to damage it.”

Jonas chuckled.

“You’re the boss, I’m just following your lead.”

Adam rolled his eyes.

Less than thirty minutes later, they were already on the dock.

Adam climbed in the motorboat first, settling into the captain's seat, while Jonas tossed their backpacks into the right side of the hull and hopped in after them.

“You know what I miss from my single life?” Jonas said, grinning as he grabbed a couple of beers from the cooler.

Adam raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

“Not having to text Laura every single day. Why does she need to know my whereabouts at all times? This is boys’ week! The whole purpose is for us to have some time for ourselves.”

Adam grabbed the beer.

“Yeah, well, we're not kids anymore. We made a commitment. I was there when you said yes, I do.”

Jonas snorted.

“I’ve just told her my battery might be running out.”

Adam smiled.

“And I told Erica we might not have any service here.”

“See! You’re just like me!”

They both laughed.

Adam had already mapped out the area and gathered some information on the best places to explore.

He reached for the sunscreen before starting the engine.

Jonas had, once again, forgotten his so they shared a bottle.

They tossed their shirts, socks and shoes in a bag, and they remained barefoot in their shorts, their chest soon oiled with the cream.

Adam rubbed some on Jonas’ back and reversely.

“I’ll have to make you work on your trapezius again.” Jonas commented while smearing his bro.

“Oh, shut up, I’m fine. Erica’s starting to think I’m getting too fit.”

Jonas burst out laughing.

“Bro, you really believe that? Women say shit like that when they see their husband getting a dad bod. She’s just being nice; she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Whatever. Are you done with the cream? Can we go?”

Jonas playfully slapped his friend’s ass.

“Let’s go, captain!”

The morning was everything they hoped for, and more.

The temperature was ideal, the view was stunning, and this part of the coast was not crowded with tourists.

Once they were sufficiently away from the shore, it seemed like they were alone in the ocean. Exactly what they wanted.

They stopped the engine and ate a tuna sandwich around noon.

“Looks like there’s a nice spot in that direction.” Jonas remarked.

“Seems more like a boring grey rock…”

“Might be cool to take a closer look, no?”

“I don’t know, we might be getting too far away from the shore.”

“Come on, you’re not still thinking about this guy’s warnings? We have well enough fuel, and we have time.”

Adam felt confident with the boat, it was still early in the day, so he agreed.

He did not regret it (at first).

Sure, it was just a big rock in the middle of the ocean, but they found a beautiful cove behind it in which they dived.

They spent a couple of hours there; it felt like paradise.

Later in the afternoon, Adam reluctantly told Jonas that they had to return to the mainland.

“Look what I’ve just found in the box!” Jonas exclaimed, ignoring him.

He had been searching in a large wooden box built into the hull. There were life jackets and other necessities in it.

But the personal trainer did not care about those…

Jonas reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a small baggie.

Inside were several dried, brownish-green mushrooms.

“What’s that?”

“What do you think, idiot? I thought you were a doctor!”

“Psilocybin mushrooms?”

Jonas shrugged.

“The last people who rented this boat knew how to have fun.”

He immediately popped two of the mushrooms into his mouth.

“Dude… You don’t know where they’re from, they might be too strong.”

“Come on, man. We have to ride this boat for at least two more hours before we reach the shore, let’s make it a bit more fun!”

Adam was tired of being seen as the buzzkill. Besides, he was in such a good mood.

“Why the hell not?”

For some reason, he took one mushroom and washed it down with swigs of beer.

In all fairness, he had tried some a few years prior and it had barely done nothing to him.

He was not too concerned about it.

A minute later, the boat engine roared to life, and they set out to explore the ocean in the direction of the mainland, the wind whipping their hair as they joked like teenagers.

Surprisingly soon, the mushrooms began to take effect, the world around them shifting and shimmering in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Adam was not expecting this.

He had not taken much, and he had never felt like this before. Ever.

In the span of a few minutes, he stepped into another dimension.

“Fuck, this is beautiful!" Jonas said, apparently having a similar experience.

He was already stripped down to his trunks, the sun casting a gold glow on his muscular body.

Adam grinned at the sight, feeling a familiar heat in his groin.

“Yeah, it is beautiful!”

He stood up, his hands moving to the waistband of his shorts.

“What are you doing?” Jonas asked.

There was no judgment in his voice, just plain curiosity.

“I'm fucking celebrating, man. Life, freedom, adventure! All that shit.”

Adam pushed his shorts down and stepped out, his cock already hard and sticking out.

“Bro! You’re all out!”

“Fuck yeah, I am! You’re in or you’re just wanna watch?”

Jonas laughed and took off his speedo, making the helicopter with his big flaccid dick.

He was so excited to see his best bro loosening up! He loved Adam the most when he was like that. It had become rare.

“I'm always down to clown; you know that about me!”

The boat was at full speed, but they didn't care, they did not realize that it was super dangerous to go that fast.

They were wild and free...

To say this differently, they were completely high and reckless, and they lost touch with reality.

It was a moment of pure bliss, but it was also the beginning of the end.