Return to Skull Island
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I would recommend reading Skull Island. The characters in this story will make more sense.
Return to Skull Island
By Francis Scott
Here it was time for our Skull Island anniversary.
A lot had happened since our last anniversary.
Since we were approaching sixy years old, Gary and John had moved back to our hometown and were running the family businesses. Their dads weren't able to handle the work load any longer and were glad when their sons stepped up to run the businesses.
We lost one member of our group. Mark had died of cancer. It seemed his car accident had activated dormant cancer cells. Mark wasn't the kind of guy to complain, even if he wasn't feeling well.
His mother had called me and I called the other guys and we attended the funeral. We all gave eulogies, pointing out the best qualities of Mark. Some of us had a hard time holding back the tears. Mark was a friendly guy and an important member of our group.
We had waited a couple of years after the funeral, before having an anniversary at Skull Island.
The guys were all eager to reunite again. Even though we were older, we had always promised each other, we would continue to get together as along as we could.
A few other changes happened. Gary and Steve were divorced after more than thirty years of marriage. They had waited for the their kids to finish college and get settled into their jobs and start a family before the divorce.
Mark had divorced many years ago and was a happy bachelor. John never got married, but had a little black book full of telephone numbers of his gal friends. Rusty also liked being a bachelor and stayed mostly to himself.
Rusty was like me. I stayed pretty much to myself, but had a few close boyfriends I stayed in contact with. All my friends knew I was gay and it wasn't a problem.
I finally managed to get ahold of all the guys and we agreed that we would celebrate our anniversary in two weeks. They would all arrive at my house and leave from there.
John was getting the speed boat ready. The same one we had used for every anniversary.
I had moved back home from my small house. My parents were getting older and having some health issues. I felt it was my responsibility to care for them.
I sold my house on the other side of town and moved back in with my parents. They were glad I did that. They didn't want to go to a nursing home and I didn't want them to either.
My father passed away first from some kind of congestive heart failures. With my father gone, my mom felt lost. She had always relied on my dad. I couldn't take the place of my dad, and mom died only three months after my father. I think with a broken heart.
The funeral was well attended. Both my parents, especially my dad were well known in town and my father ran a very successful financial consulting and investment firm. Which I was going to find out later.
Once the funeral was over and everything had been taken care of. My dad's lawyer read me the will. I would inherit everything. My dad's consulting and investment firm. All his investments and the house and car. I could understand now why my dad had me take a few online business and economics classes online. I was pretty well off and wouldn't need to work. However, I thought I take up a passion of mine and start doing some writing.
Once things settled down. I had the house remodeled to the way I liked it. I wanted to put my own feel on the house. I kept a few things from my parents as momentos. The rest of their things I gave to Goodwill. I replaced most of the furniture and also donated the furniture to Goodwill and Salvation Army. The house looked much different. I had a well known interior decorator redo the inside and she seemed to know what I liked, after asking me a few questions.
I was the president and owner of my dad's company. I was more of a figure head than an actual worker. I attended board meetings and my vote would be the deciding vote. I helped with issues as they arose and as I was needed. Most of the time I was at home, getting into my writing.
I found out that after Gary and John returned back to our hometown. They took over the family businesses, like I had done. Only they convinced the two boards of directors that a merger of the two companies would be a good investment. After many board meetings and negotiations, the companies finally merged. It made one large manufacturing company.
Unlike me, Gary and John had their own offices and worked full time. They were members of the board of directors and would vote only when necessary.
I heard a car pull in. I saw Gary get out. And he walked up to the house. He looked just as hot and hunky as ever.
Now I just needed Steve and Rusty to arrive and then we could head out to the boat. I had a Uber ready to take us to John's speedboat. All I had to do was call the Uber driver and he would be right here.
Gary greeted me and told me it was good seeing me. I told him, him too. I told him I was waiting on and Steve and Rusty and then we could leave.
I helped Gary unload his SUV and we set everything inside the entryway. He had a full cooler of beer on ice. Plus an oversized overnight bag.
We set his things next to mine. I also had a large cooler of beer on ice. And a large overnight bag stuffed with clothes.
We grabbed a cold beer and sat in the living room, catching up and what had been happening in our lives while we waited on Steve and Rusty.
I told Gary to park his SUV in the garage while we waited for Steve and Rusty.
I had the garage enlarged when I had the house remodeled. It was a four stall garage now with a workshop on the end.
I watched Gary pull into one of the stalls and park his SUV.
Just as I was closing the garage stall, Steve and Rusty pulled in.
Gary helped them unload their things and park in the garage, while I called the Uber driver. He told me he would be here in five minutes.
I greeted Steve and Rusty and they greeted Gary and me.
I saw the Uber driver coming down the street. Gary and I moved our things out with Steve and Rusty's. The Uber driver was going to have a full SUV with all of our things.
Steve and Rusty had large overnight bags and each one had a cooler of cold beer. I guess we were going to be drinking a lot of beer.
The Uber driver pulled in the front of my house.
"Is this Jake's house?"
"It is and thanks for coming so soon."
"No problem. Let's get you guy's things loaded in the SUV and head to the marina."
With the four of helping the Uber driver, it didn't take us long to get everything loaded and get on our way to the marina. John was probably wondering where we were.
I think the Uber drivers name was Greg, but I wasn't sure. I had used him before when I went to the airport.
We had everything loaded in the Uber and were on our way to the marina. We talked like old ladies, catching up on everything that had been happening in our lives. It was sure nice to see the guys, but we missed Mark.
It only took us a few minutes to arrive at the marina. The marina wasn't that big and we easily found John.
"Well, what took you guys so long? I thought maybe you changed your mind?"
Steve and Rusty explained how their flights had been delayed and it was almost an hour later before they took off from the airport.
The Uber driver and us five guys got everything loaded into the speedboat. The boat looked pretty full. At least we didn't have a long ways to go and there was still room left for us to sit.
I paid the Uber driver and thanked him. And he told he was only a phone call away when I wanted to use his services again.
John was the same as us. He had a big cooler full of cold beer and a large overnight bag.
We started talking about high school on our way to Skull Island. Gary and John said a few changes had been made at our little house. They hoped we liked the changes. Also, something had been added to the yard, but they told us they would show us that when we got to the island.
I think I saw some fins sticking out of the water on our way. I never remembered seeing sharks in the lake. Especially in fresh water. "Are there sharks in this lake?"
"Duh, dimbulb, what's the matter with you Jake? You just noticing freshwater sharks now after how many years?"
"I never paid any attention. I never thought there would be sharks in the lake. Are they dangerous?"
"Only if you try to pat them on the head?"
"Ha ha, very funny."
"No. The sharks aren't dangerous and they try to avoid humans."
"That's good. I'll keep my distance."
We arrived at the dock, at the island, on the back side. Away from prying eyes. We had never had any problems with people. Nobody ever went to Skull Island, so it was our own private island getaway.
It took the five of us three trips to get everything carried up to the house. By the third and final trip, the stairs were looking longer and longer.
We had a cold beer after carrying everything up to the house. We were sweating. Gary and John told us the kitchen was stocked with food. The pantry was full as well as the freezer and refrigerator.
We sat out on the back deck and relaxed with our beer. We had all stripped down to just our boxers or briefs. I noticed the grill was setup on the deck and it looked ready to go. John said he was grilling steaks for dinner. We could make a salad and get vegetables ready for the grill later.
We finished our beer and thought we should get our things put away. We had left our overnight bags in the living room.
We all walked into the living room in just our briefs. All of us were still looking pretty good. No flab or beer guts. We still stayed in good shape for our ages.
Steve, Rusty and me followed Gary and John into the bedroom. I couldn't believe what I saw. No more bunk beds. The bedroom looked at least twice as big as before. There were two large double beds. Two large dressers with mirrors and a large walkin closest. The bathroom had been enlarged also. There was a large walkin shower, that could easily hold six people. Three sinks with mirrors above each one. And the best feature of the new remodeled bathroom was a jacuzzi tub for six people.
All of us put our overnight bags on one of the beds and started putting things away. The walkin closet had dividers so we could each have our own place for our things. It didn't take us long to put everything away. We never brought that many clothes. We usually went around in our underware or naked. Once we finished, Gary and John told us they had a couple more things to show us.
All of us followed Gary and John outside. Gary pointed over to the power line. We had electricity coming into the house. Something we didn't have before. We always relied on the generator. Now it would be used for backup if the power went off. A gas hot water heater had been added and a gas stove for the kitchen.
Gary and John told us the other thing they wanted to show us, was the most important.
We followed them to the side of the house and took a little path to what looked like some kind of gazebo or memorial. When we got close, we saw what it was. It was a memorial to Mark. It brought tears to my eyes. It was a wonderful memorial to Mark. It read, "To our Best Friend and Companion. We will never forget your smile and all the good times we had together." It was enclosed in a white gazebo. The memorial was in white marble. And two lights stayed lit 24/7. There were a couple of photos of all of us together. "This is great Gary and John. We don't ever want to forget Mark."
We stood there silently for quite awhile. Not saying anything, but I thought we were all probably thinking about our good times with Mark.
Finally John brought us out of our thoughts. "I think it's time we walk back and get dinner ready. The memorial isn't that far away and we can visit it anytime we want."
We walked back to the house and John started getting the grill ready. While the rest of us got a salad prepared and the vegetables for grilling. Steaks were marinating in the frig and I took the steaks and vegetables out to John.
I handed the steaks and vegetables to John and he put them on the barbeque island. I walked over and we hugged and kissed and I thanked him for the memorial to Mark. "He told me it wasn't easy and Gary and him had shed a few tears while they were getting the memorial finished. I noticed John had taken his boxers off and he was just wearing an apron while he was grilling.
The rest of the guys came out to the back deck with beers for us all. When they saw John they took off their boxers and I followed suit. This was the way we always relaxed here at the house. It was our man time and bromance time. No nagging wives or girlfriends and demanding kids. It was peaceful and our time.
This was our third beer already, but who was counting. A couple of the guys were starting to get a little frisky and were giving each other hand jobs. The rest of us followed along and John joined in when he could. We all enjoyed John's big nine incher. It took two hands to work that big boy.
John spoke up, "play time is over. Dinner is ready. We can have dessert after we eat."
"Boo, boo, hiss." We were all laughing as we got up and got the dining room table ready for dinner. We set the salad on the table with two different salad dressings. John brought in the steaks and vegetables and we all dug in. Dinner was delicious, but we were waiting for dessert.
Someone had set out a key lime cheesecake for dessert. That topped off our delicious dinner.
We didn't have a dishwasher here, so we all chipped in and got the dishes washed, dried and put away while a couple other guys cleaned the grill and cleaned the dining room table.
It didn't take long until everything was taken care of.
It was turning into a nice balmy warm evening. We grabbed another beer and headed out to the back deck in all our naked glory. We walked over and saluted Mark with a beer and shaking out cocks at him. We knew he would have enjoyed being here with us.
We moved the lounge chairs close together and worked each other's cocks while we drank our beer. We didn't want to cum. Just get close.
We finished our beer and thought we should go to the bedroom where there was more room.
Our hardons lead the way to the bedroom. We moved the two large double beds together and made one large bed. We all flopped down on the bed and we all got into a daisy chain. The sucking got pretty hot and furious. We were all moaning and getting close and thought we better stop.
Rusty and I got into a sixty nine. John, Gary and Steve got into a three way. John was fucking Gary on his back while Steve fed Gary his cock and bent down and sucked Gary at the same time. It was pretty hot watching them. But Rusty was doing a good job on my cock.
Pretty soon you heard loud moans and grunts while we started cumming. I could see John's big cock stiffening and filling Gary's hole. Rusty filled my mouth with a delicious load and I repaid him the favor. Steve was pumping a big load into Gary's mouth while Gary was shooting up in Steve's mouth.
Once we finished we were gasping and panting for air and laid back on the bed. We looked at each other and started laughing. "Pretty good for a group of almost sixty year old men. I hope we can do this one more time before we go to bed.
We cleaned each other off and walked back out to the kitchen and grabbed another beer and walked out to the back deck.
We had left our loungers close together and we talked about how we enjoyed our time here on Skull Island. It was relaxing and just the break we needed from work and our families. Or those of us that had families. However, with work commitments and families we weren't sure if this would be our last time getting together or if we could work out one more time here. We needed to give it some thought.
I noticed we were all spending a few minutes each day at Mark's memorial.
The days were going by too fast. And we still hadn't decided if we were going to have one more anniversary or not. I thought I should bring up the subject if we didn't decide soon.
We had used the jacuzzi tub a couple of times. I positioned myself so one of the jets would be shooting out between my balls, what a rush that was. I had to back off or I would have cum right away. Some of the other guys positioned themselves so the jet was aimed at their hole. We couldn't stay in the jacuzzi very long. We got so horny. All of us quickly dried off and got into a five person daisy chain, sucking each other to orgasm. Which didn't take long.
We went down to the beach a couple of times. I was leary about swimming or using a paddle boat. Once I saw those fins of the fresh water sharks, I had changed my mind. The guys were giving me a bad time about that. Telling me that at every anniversary we swam and used the paddle boats without any problems. They kept telling me that the sharks didn't bother people. Finally I was convinced and John and I used a paddle boat. While the rest of the guys horsed around in the water and swam around. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Of course John had to hum the music from "Jaws."
It was nice going around naked and enjoying ourselves. That was what this anniversary was all about. We had sex when we wanted without anybody complaining of a headache, tired or not interested. We came at least two times a day, and sometimes three times. Not bad for guys pushing sixty years old.
All of stayed in good shape for our age. No beer bellies and we stayed toned and fit. We managed to get some exercise in when we were on Skull Island. Going up and down the stairs to the beach was good exercise. We also did some stretching and jogging. And of course the sex was good exercise.
One week went way too fast.
Our last night. I got all the guys together in the living room to decide if we were going to have one more anniversary. We agreed we would try to take the time off for one more. I was delegated to do the calling and get everyone together. The only two that lived away were Steve and Rusty. The rest of us had moved back and were living in our hometown. I confirmed everyone's phone numbers.
Our last night we had marathon sex orgy. We kept going until we were so tired we fell asleep.
Bags were packed and we got everything loaded into the speed boat. Only one cooler had about a six pack of beer left. Gary and John said they would be back to shut down the house and clear out the food. We got into a group hug and kiss and we were on our way back to the mainland.
Steve and Rusty had changed into traveling clothes and the Uber was waiting for us to take us home and Steve and Rusty to the airport. It seemed to get harder every time saying good bye. We always had such a good time together. We took group photos on our cell phones as did every anniversary.
Gary, John and myself gave Steve and Rusty a bro hug and handshake while we watched them leave in the Uber. We had been dropped off at my house. The guys came in and we talked about our time together and how we needed to make one more time happen.
We finished off the last of the beer and Gary and John thought they should head home. We stayed in touch, since we lived in our hometown and not that far away from each other.
Once Gary and John left. It left me to my thoughts and what another great time we all had together. I was hoping we could get together one more time.
I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday season.
I hope you liked this sequel to Skull Island. I plan to write a few more short stories, before I start the next Bob and Graham series.
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