(Jack)
It had been a few days since we arrived at Rick's camp, and both Aaron and I were already feeling right at home. Island life was even better when we had some familiar comforts, like a toothbrush.
"Right, wild boys, I'm thinking we clear the area over by the stream of brambles and grasses and plant a little veggie patch today. Wha'cha think?" Rick suggested.
"Sounds like a great idea!" I replied, excited at the prospect.
As we ate breakfast, Rick pulled out a few pieces of labelled tissues. "I've got the dried seeds here: peppers, peas, beans, and carrots. Oh, I already planted a few potatoes before I met you, so be careful of the patch I've already cleared."
"Sounds good. Back on the other side of the island, I saw chickens. I'm pretty sure I heard some last night," Aaron replied.
"Yeah, I've seen them. Maybe we could build a coop to collect the eggs?" Rick suggested.
"Oh my god, you guys! This is going to be such a cute little camp!" I almost squealed, jumping in the air with excitement.
We set to work digging up the plants on the right of the stream. We used makeshift tools that weren't exactly meant for gardening, but the back of a claw hammer did a pretty good job at hauling out roots.
"Do you think they'll get enough light under these trees?" Aaron asked as he sat back on his haunches and took a gulp of water.
I stood and pushed my sweaty hair out of my face with muddy fingers. "Yeah, but we can climb up there and take a few branches down to make sure they get some more."
"It'll have to be you who does that, Jackie. Those branches up there are thin, and you're the lightest," laughed Rick as he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
I screamed and flailed, trying to extricate myself from Rick's strong grip. He finally relented, placing my feet back on the ground and wrapping an arm over my shoulder, using me as a leaning post. "We've done a pretty good job here, boys," Rick said as he admired our morning's work. Between the three of us, we'd cleared a good 6-meter squared section.
"I think it's time we broke for lunch," Rick suggested.
"Sounds good to me. I just wanna get that last root," I stated, reaching down to snatch up the claw hammer, hooking it beneath the thick root. Try as I might, the root wouldn't budge, so I used both hands and pulled back with the whole weight of my body.
"Careful, Jacki--fuckin' hell!" Rick laughed as he covered his head with his hands.
Several things happened in very close succession. The root snapped in two, sending me onto my arse and soil flying into Aaron's face. Not to mention the hammer sailing through the air and missing Rick by mere inches.
"Sorry," I giggled, pushing myself to my feet, my face already scarlet. Aaron was wiping soil from his face as he and Rick clutched at each other's shoulders, howling with laughter.
I was about to object to being made fun of but was pulled into a three-way cuddle. "Don't worry, Jackie, we've all been there," Rick smiled as he kissed my forehead.
I returned the smile and rested my face against Rick's shoulder, snaking a hand up Aaron's back and pulling them both close, loving the feeling of two handsome men so near. "Anyway... you said something about lunch?" I whispered.
"Seeing as we're on a roll, maybe we should sort out of all this stuff this afternoon?" I called out after lunch as I walked towards the tarp-covered pile of items salvaged from the boat. "It's been weeks since I stored it all there, and now I can't even remember if any of it will come in handy."
Sorting through my hoard, salvaged from the boat, took most of the afternoon. Not that any of us minded; it was like a treasure hunt. More than once, Jack scolded me for not doing this sooner. "I mean, this is literally a battery pack, Rick... it could be useful!"
"For what? We're on an island," I retorted sarcastically.
"Erm, this!" Jack said, triumphantly holding up an alarm clock. Aaron burst out laughing, giving Jack time to rummage around and grab a small stereo. "Or this, a bit of music in the evenings? Oh, and you have a shaver!"
"Okay, Jack, you've got a point there. I concede," I said with a chuckle. "I should have thought about it."
"Yes," Jack smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Anything else lying around that might be useful?"
"Well, I dunno if it's useful, but there's a handgun in one of my cases," I said casually, watching their reactions closely.
"A gun?" Jack squeaked, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Do you know how to use it?" Aaron asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Well, yeah. My dad was an arsehole, but at least he taught me to fish and shoot," I said, noticing Jack's discomfort. I stepped up behind him, wrapping my arms around him. "I don't use it, but it's good to have, just in case I ever need to protect us."
Jack leaned into the hug, but I could feel the tension in his body. "I guess it's good to have; they just make me nervous," he admitted.
I held him a little tighter, feeling a pang of guilt. There was so much they didn't know about me, about my past. I had something important to tell them, but seeing Jack's reaction made me hesitate. Maybe it wasn't a good idea. Maybe they wouldn't like the real me.
We worked through the hoard, separating it into three piles: burn, put back under the tarp, and keep inside the hut to stay dry. Under the tarp went the tools, wood, and tinned food. The hut became a refuge for two radios, the battery pack, toiletries, several bottles of alcohol, and a pair of scissors. Pots, pans, and knives were piled against one of the open doors to the hut, with plans to hang them up later.
"Jack, you'll have to cut my hair soon, now we have scissors," Aaron said, running his fingers through his messy ginger locks.
"I could have done it with my hair clippers," I said with a grin.
"Not everyone can pull off close-cropped hair and still look as sexy as you, Rick," Jack retorted, his eyes sparkling.
"Let's go and have a wash. I stink," I suggested, feeling the grime of the day's work clinging to my skin.
After finishing our evening meal that night, we sat around the unlit fire, stripping off our vests and continuing to talk. I slid from the log I was sitting on and came to rest on the floor in front of Rick, settling my head in his lap. I then stretched my legs, placing my bare feet in Aaron's lap.
Rick unconsciously adjusted himself to make me more comfortable, opening his legs wider so that my head settled at the base of his stomach. Aaron took hold of my feet and began to squeeze them, digging his fingers into the soles, gaining a mumble of approval from me. I closed my eyes and brought my hands up to settle them behind my head.
"It'll be great once we're growing our own food. We can't rely on the food from the boat forever," I said, feeling relaxed.
"Well, hopefully with that net you made, we'll catch fish on this side of the island too," Aaron added.
"I'm looking forward to turning this into a happy little home, we'll need to add on to the structure you built, Rick," I continued.
"Yeah. We're going to need to strengthen the roof too, in case we have another storm like the last one," he agreed.
I let out a huff of breath, causing Rick to look down at me questioningly. "What's funny?" he asked.
I tilted my head up, opening my eyes to see Rick's curious expression. "During that storm Aaron took my virginity" I replied with a grin.
Rick chuckled, "Well damn, good for you."
Aaron nodded, still massaging my feet. "I did damn good job of it too. Now he can't hear a drop of rain without thinking of me inside him."
"That so?" He asked.
I nodded eagerly, "When a cock pushes its way inside you it's life changing. It's the same when someone wraps their soft lips around your dick and works their mouth up and down it," I teased, "looking down and seeing someone not only sucking your dick, but loving doing it."
Aaron visibly adjusted himself and I could feel the heat radiating off Rick's body. With my hands still behind my head, I looked up at Rick and began teasing his growing dick. He winked down at me, which I took as permission, spinning around and wrapping my hand around his cock. The thin fabric of his shorts did little to mask the hardness beneath, and I couldn't resist giving it a teasing squeeze. A barely audible hum escaped his lips, and I knew he was just as turned on as I was.
Aaron's dick was already hard, straining against the confines of his shorts too. I popped the button open with my other hand and pulled them down, revealing his fiery pubes and the dick that was standing at attention amongst them. I grabbed it and began to slowly slide my hand up and down the silky skin gliding over his tip.
Rick wriggled out of his own shorts and I instantly took him into my mouth, savouring the taste of his pre-cum as it leaked from the tip. I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deeper each time before Aaron pushed my head out of the way and took over.
I greedily took in Aaron's throbbing member, determined to drive him wild with pleasure. I looked up briefly and locked eyes with Rick, his desire burning just as strongly as mine. Both of them were fully naked, with Aaron lying on his back and Rick standing nearby. My hands traced over Aaron's skin, teasing and tickling the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs before carefully lifting his balls and exposing his tight, pink hole.
I couldn't resist the temptation to taste him, my tongue flicked out to trace delicate circles around his rim. Aaron's body quivered and shuddered, a low moan escaping his lips before Rick parted them with his cock . My heart was racing, as I rushed to pull off my own shorts.
I pressed my lips firmly against Aaron's hole, my tongue swirling around the tight ring of muscle as I teased him. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking in time with the movements of my tongue. Rick's hand found its way to the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair as he encourage me to continue.
"That's it, Jackie," Rick murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Make him feel good."
I redoubled my efforts, lapping and sucking at Aaron's hole, my free hand slid up his thighs, caressing the sensitive skin there before cupping his balls. I rolled them gently in my palm, savouring the weight and warmth of them.
I couldn't wait any longer, and quickly positioned myself behind Aaron, aligning myself with his pink entrance. Slowly, so very slowly, I pressed forward, teasing both of us with the anticipation. His hole clenched around the head of my cock, almost as if it were hesitant to let me in. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of his head as I sank in just a little bit more.
Aaron gasped around Rick's cock, which only spurred me on further. I groaned as I felt him enveloping me, taking me inch by inch. I had never felt anything quite like it -- hot and wet and so very tight. My cock throbbed with pleasure as we rocked together.
"Are you getting in on this Rick?" I asked, Aaron nodded his approval.
"I think, I'm alright watching for now boys."
I smirked at Rick, deciding to put on a show for him instead. I pulled out slowly, savouring the drag of Aaron's tight muscles around my cock, before thrusting back in with more force. Aaron moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Rick's thick shaft still in his mouth.
I set a steady rhythm, my hips snapping forward as I drove into Aaron again and again. My hands gripped his hips tightly, fingers digging into his pale skin as I used the leverage to fuck him harder.
"God, you feel amazing," I panted, watching the way Aaron's body moved beneath me. His back was arching off the ground, his stomach muscles taut as he pushed back to meet my thrusts.
Rick's eyes were dark as he watched us, one hand tangled in Aaron's hair while the other pulled at his own balls.
I picked up the pace, driving into Aaron with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with our moans and gasps. Aaron's cock bounced against his stomach with each thrust, leaking pre-cum onto his abs.
"Touch yourself," I panted, and Aaron eagerly complied. Wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts. His skin was flushed pink, a sheen of sweat making him glisten. I could feel the tension building in his body, his muscles clenching around me as he got closer to the edge.
Rick's breathing had grown ragged too, his hips rocking slightly as he fucked Aaron's mouth. "Fuck, you two look so hot together," he groaned, his eyes darting between us.
I leaned forward, changing the angle of my thrusts, Aaron cried out, his whole body shuddering with pleasure. I could feel my own orgasm building, "I'm close," I panted, my rhythm becoming erratic as I chased my release. Aaron moaned in response, his hand moving faster on his cock.
"Me too," Rick growled, his hips jerking forward.
I felt Aaron's body tense beneath me, his muscles clenching tight around my cock. With a muffled cry, he came, spilling over his hand and stomach. The pulsing of his orgasm pushed me over the edge, and I buried myself deep inside him as I climaxed, filling him.
Rick followed soon after, pulling out of Aaron's mouth to paint his chest with ropes of cum. We all collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, panting and trembling with aftershocks.
I pressed lazy kisses along Aaron's shoulder as we caught our breath. Rick reached out to ruffle my hair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, that was one hell of a show, lads. Might need to cool off in the pool before we spontaneously combust."
"Yeah, we need to clean up the mess you've painted Aaron's chest with too," I chuckled, stumbling to my feet. I reached out to help Aaron up, who was wobbling slightly.
"So, how'd I do?" I whispered as we walked.
"You're a natural. Fucked me good."
(Rick)
I led the way as the other two stumbled through the moonlit jungle. The night air felt cool against our flushed skin as we made our way to the pool and I was grateful I had the foresight to grab our clothes for the way back. Fireflies danced around us, their soft green glow illuminating our path.
As we approached the water's edge, the pool was black apart from a few specks reflecting the stars above. The waterfall at the far end whispered softly, its gentle cascade creating ripples that disturbed the surface.
Aaron was the first to break the stillness, diving in with a graceful arc that barely disturbed the water. He resurfaced with a gasp, pushing his wet hair back from his face. "Come on in, boys! It's perfect!"
We emerged from the water and climbed back onto the rocks, still warm from absorbing the suns heat throughout the day.
Jack rested his head on my chest and propped his feet up on Aaron's lap.
"So, Jack," Aaron said, breaking the peaceful silence. "How was your first time topping?"
"First time? Aww, I witnessed you losing your virginity!" I chimed in, playing with Jack's hair.
"Oh, shut it old timer. Hey Aaron, did you know it's Rick's Birthday in a few days? He's turning like 80."
I responded by playfully squeezing his nipple. "Watch it, you cheeky little shit."
As we laughed together, a familiar pang of guilt hit me in the stomach. I wanted to confess the truth about how we ended up stranded here. But would they still treat me the same if they knew it was my fault? .......................... I have a few ideas where I can take this, but let me know if I should keep going with this or move on to something else. Love hearing from those who enjoy my writing. niftyjordan123@gmail.com