The Island
 by: Hankster

© 2010-2011 by the author

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Chapter 3 
 

On the occasion of Jon’s fifteenth birthday, his mother made a delicious luncheon for all of his school mates.  There were only eight students in his form at the British school.  His sisters, his future brother-in-law and his older friend Martin, were also in attendance.  All the guests enjoyed themselves immensely, especially one young lady who thought that Jon was the handsomest creature in Christendom.  She marveled at his light brown hair and his cat green eyes, which were set in very pale skin.  The contrast of his pale skin against a background of light brown hair and green eyes gave him an otherworldly appearance.

After all the guests had gone home, Vic and Martin remained for dinner and as house guests for the night.  After all, they were about to become family.  The brothers were to share the guest room.  At a little past midnight, Jon’s chamber door opened.  He was rudely awakened by the hallway lamps shining on his face.  As quickly as the door was opened, it was closed, and he could see nothing, until his eyes adjusted to the dark.

“Who is it,” he demanded to know.

“It’s Martin,” a voice whispered in the dark.  Immediately Martin removed his night shirt and jumped into bed with Jon.

“What are you doing here?” Jon demanded to know.  Even though they were best friends, Martin’s behavior was unseemly.  At least, Jon considered it to be out of line at the time.

“Vic thought that I was asleep. He left our bed and crept across the hall to Amy’s room so I thought I’d sleep with you instead of sleeping alone.”

“That’s really nice,” Jon said.  “I’d like that.”

“Well,” Martin said, “do you realize that we are the same age for a fortnight longer?”

“The thought occurred to me,” Jon giggled.  “Imagine we are both fifteen for two more weeks, and then you’ll be an old man again.”

“Do you want to do it?” Martin asked.  Jon did not need to ask what he meant.  The two boys had been masturbating together for the past two years, but never in so intimate a setting.

“You know I do,” Jon said, and he removed his night shirt. Their bodies had never been so close before when they masturbated.  Indeed they had never been fully naked either.  Now their thighs were touching and the sensual anticipation of what they were about to do was vastly heightened by the unintended intimacy.

They began to stroke and Jon heard Martin sigh.  “This is so nice,” he said.

“Yes,” Jon agreed.  He felt his orgasm approaching more quickly than ever before.  He didn’t want it to be over so quickly so he stopped stroking.  A split second after he stopped, he felt his cock being wrapped by a warm hand.  Before he could react he heard Martin say, “Let me do it for you, Jon.”

Jon’s body tensed, but he did not tell Martin to stop.  In fact, he offered no objection and certainly no resistance.  “I’m about to climax,” he informed Martin, who only stroked faster, and clutched his friend’s cock even tighter.  He directed Jon’s juices to land all over Jon’s chest.  Martin’s hand and John’s chest and belly were well filled with Jon’s semen.

When he felt Jon softening, Martin finally removed his hand and surprised Jon by licking the semen off his hand and swallowing all of it.  Then he started lapping up all that he could garner from Jon’s belly and chest.  Jon was shocked, but finally he got up the courage to speak.

“What does it taste like?” he asked in a shaky voice.

“Like honey.”

“Did you swallow it all?”

“No,” Martin answered.  “I missed a spot.”  With that said he leaned over and took Jon’s deflated cock into his mouth.  He licked up whatever semen remained on it.  Jon began to erect immediately so Martin kept sucking and licking Jon’s newly invigorated cock.  Mere seconds later, Jon warned Martin that he was about to orgasm yet again.  The warning landed on deaf ears.  Martin kept on sucking.  Jon spurted even more semen than the first time, but directly into Martin’s mouth, and Martin swallowed it all. 

The two lay side by side, neither daring to speak or move.  When Jon’s euphoria began to ebb, he began to listen for the arrival of the devil.  Surely they were both going directly to hell, and the devil himself would come to escort them. 

Martin broke the long silence.  “I have wanted to do that for a long time, Jon.  You see, I love you.  If we could spend our lives together I would be a happy man.  I know that this is a secret we must take to the grave, and we will never be allowed to live together as a couple, but please let’s enjoy every stolen moment.”  He leaned over and kissed Jon on his lips.

Jon had never kissed a man before.  In fact the only woman he had ever kissed was his mother.  He was not the least revolted by Martin’s show of affection, and kissed back harder.

Martin jumped out of bed and began to put on his night shirt.

“Wait!” Jon demanded.  “You didn’t give me a chance to give you the same pleasures as you gave me.”

Martin threw his night shirt aside and jumped back into Jon’s bed.  This time he was met with Jon’s welcoming arms.  The two boys kissed passionately and Jon hesitantly began to lick Martin’s cock. 

“Suck it, don’t lick it,” Martin begged.  Jon took the length of Martin’s cock into his mouth.  It was only about five inches, but it would grow some more in the next couple of years.  When Martin gave up his juices, Jon had to agree that the youthful boy semen did indeed taste like honey. 

Parting that night was indeed sweet sorrow for both of them, but Martin wanted to get back to his chamber before Vic did.  He got back into bed a mere three minutes before Vic returned from his visit to Amy.

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“After that,” Jon said to Vic in the pitch dark shelter, “Martin and I made love every opportunity that was afforded to us.  We even fornicated in our arses, and that was much better than in our mouths.”

Vic did not venture to say anything.  He hardly knew how to react to Jon’s daring confession.  The only thing that went through his head was that Jon and Martin knew that he had gone to Amy’s chamber months before the wedding.  If only he could explain that nothing happened.  They cuddled together and kissed and talked of the future, but they refrained from making love.  He wanted to say something, but somehow it didn’t seem important at the moment.

After a very long silence, Jon asked, “Aren’t you going to say anything?  Aren’t you going to condemn me to hell?  Please let me know what you are thinking before I go crazy.”

“It is not for me to be your judge.  As the ghost advises Hamlet, we’ll leave that task to heaven.  At the moment I have a more immediate problem.  I am missing your sister so much, that my body is aching with an indescribable longing.  My desire for her is beyond human endurance.  I need to relieve myself badly and very quickly.  Shall I go out on the beach?”

“Nonsense, we are brothers.  Please do it here.  Semen is so tasty, that I would be pleased to swallow all of yours.  In fact, when you are about to explode, let me know so that I can position myself to capture most of it.”

Vic’s immediate reaction was that of revulsion, but that emotion was quickly replaced by a curious lust.  He reflected for a moment and then asked Jon, “When you stroke my brother and he strokes you, is the conclusion more intense than when you do it yourself?”

“Oh yes, infinitely better.  I would be happy to demonstrate.”

“Very well,” Vic said meekly.  Jon wrapped his hand around Vic’s cock which was harder than it had ever been before.  It had to be at least seven inches and moderately wide around.  He started to stroke slowly.  Occasionally he tickled Vic’s balls.  Vic was sighing and lifting his buttocks to match Jon’s strokes.  When Jon was satisfied that Vic was enjoying the experience, he leaned over and kissed Vic on the lips.  By now Vic was in another world, and he surprised Jon by responding to his kisses.  When Jon sensed that Vic was about to blow, he transferred his kisses to more southern regions.  He enveloped Vic’s cock in his mouth and gulped down as much of Vic’s seed as Vic yielded.  Then Jon returned to lying side by side with Vic.

Not another word was said between them.  Jon actually started to doze off when suddenly he heard Vic whisper, “That was awesome little brother.  Thank you.”  It did not escape Jon’s notice that he did not offer to reciprocate.  In time, the two men fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

When they got up the next morning, Jon was rather surprised that Vic was silent regarding the events of the previous evening.  They washed themselves and frolicked in the gentle ocean waves.  They ate a variety of fruits for breakfast and then lay down on the beach, where they scanned the horizon for possible errant ships.  They were always naked now and Jon kept a furtive eye on Vic for any sign of an erection, but he remained flaccid and silent. 

Jon could bear it no longer.  He didn’t want to broach the subject head on so he subtly remarked, “I’m sorry, Vic.  I know how much you must miss Amy.  I miss Martin so much, I hurt all over.”

Vic jumped up and towered over Jon’s prone body.  “It’s not the same,” he yelled.  “My relationship with my wife is a beautiful thing, blessed by God.  What you and my brother do is perversion, a sin, disgusting.”  He ran back to the shelter as Jon began to sob.  How could he explain to Vic that he and Martin believed their love to be as beautiful as his and Amy’s?

Jon felt that he had to make Vic understand that the love he shared with his brother was as beautiful to him as Vic’s love for Amy.  He stood up from his sandy bed and walked toward their shelter.  Vic was curled up in a fetal position crying like a baby.  He kept calling out Amy’s name and Jon’s heart went out to him.  Without thinking he lay down beside Vic and threw his arms around him in an attempt to comfort him.  He wasn’t even aware that his unclothed cock was now rubbing against Vic’s buttocks.

“I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you,” Jon whispered in Vic’s ear.  “You are my brother and I love you.” 

Vic seemed to relax a little.  He stopped sobbing and straightened out his body.  He nested himself in Jon’s arms, and made no attempt to remove his buttocks from against Jon’s obviously erect cock. 

“I’m sorry too,” Vic said.  “I promised not to judge you and Martin, and then I did.  Please forgive me.”

“Of course, I forgive you,” Jon said.

They lay in silence for what seemed like forever, and then Jon said, “Vic, I’m not sorry about what happened last night.  We might be on this island for the rest of our lives, and we have only each other to love.”

“I know,” Vic said.  “I’ve been thinking the same thing.”  He twisted around and faced Jon.  He placed his lips on Jon’s and began to kiss him earnestly.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/31/10