Jon’s thin finger slipped in easily, and when he started to rotate it inside Vic’s arse, Vic began to sigh.  “That feels so good,” he said to Jon.  This encouraged Jon to go further.  He slipped in a second finger and Vic winced, but he did not reject the finger.  Jon began to rotate both fingers as he attempted to stretch Vic’s crack to accommodate his boyish, but ample tool.  When he heard only sighs of pleasure from Vic, Jon said, “Turn on your stomach.  I am going to enter you.”

Vic turned, but as he did, he asked in alarm, “Will it hurt?”

“Yes, at first,” Jon said honestly.  “After a little while you will beg me to keep going forever.  I wish we had some lubricant, but I will wet my cock with my saliva to reduce the initial pain.”

“Do you do this with Martin?” Vic needed to know.

“Yes, and he to me as well,” Jon answered.  “Before you ask, let me tell you that it feels fantastic either way.  If I didn’t believe so, I would bid you enter me first.  On my oath, I truly believe that in the end, you will receive greater pleasure by me entering you than you entering me.”

Jon had already noted that Vic’s arse hole was larger than Martin’s, and he had high hopes that Vic would not hurt as much as Martin had the first time.  He spit a few times into his palm, and then rubbed the spittle all over his cock.  Suddenly he had a thought.  “If you suck my cock, you will get it moister and it will be better lubricated,” he advised Vic.

After a little hesitation, Vic said.  “Just let me add my saliva to yours, for now at least.”  He just wasn’t ready to suck cock.

“I have yet another way to add lubricant,” Jon said.  He placed his tongue on Vic’s arse and spread his buttocks.  Vic’s pink hole was very enticing.  Jon leaned into Vic and started licking the object of his desire.  He tried to get some tongue inside, but just the tip penetrated.  Vic was now writhing on the shelter floor.  He thought that they would be better off making love on the sandy, soft beach. 

When Jon felt that his saliva had moistened his cock and Vic’s arse as much as it ever would, he placed his head at the point of entry and pushed gently.  He had been correct in thinking that he might enter Vic more easily than he had first entered Martin.  He met a little resistance at the sphincter, but after he passed that point, he slipped in easily.  Wisely, he didn’t move, allowing Vic to get accustomed to his presence.

After a time, Vic said, “It does feel very nice.”  Jon could feel him relaxing.  “I rather like the feel of you lying on top of me,” Vic added.  Jon began to stroke gently.  After only a very few strokes, he stopped and lay still once more.  Vic spoke again.  “That felt nice,” he said. 

“Tell me to fuck you,” Jon said in an insistent tone of voice.

“What?  What do you mean?”  Vic stuttered.

“Fucking is what we are doing, Jon explained.  “It’s what you do to Amy.  I don’t want to be so polite with you.  I want us to talk dirty to each other.  You’ll see, it will increase your desires.  Say it Vic.  We are fucking.”

“Yes, we are fucking,” Vic shouted out.  “Fuck me, Jon.  Climax inside of me.”

“Tell me to cum inside of you,” Jon demanded.  “Climax, orgasm, any of those terms are pedantic.  Let me hear you say it.  Cum inside of me.”

“Cum inside me,” Vic screamed.  “I want to feel your cum inside of me.”  Jon’s cock was riding on Vic’s prostate and he was coming closer and closer to his own climax.  He shocked Jon by yelling, “Fuck me, Jon.  Fuck me harder.”  He came, yelling so loudly that if they were in Capetown, the whole city would have heard them.  Indeed, a few birds fluttered their wings and flew away.

Seconds later, Jon exploded inside Vic’s arse.  He was only slightly less noisy than Vic had been.  Jon stayed on top of Vic until his cock retreated and fell from Vic’s arse.  He rolled off and the two brothers began to kiss each other.

Vic was the first to speak.  “I can see now why you and Martin are so satisfied with your love making.  When you sucked my cock and fucked my arse, I knew that I had never experienced sex so intense before.”

“I’m so glad you liked it,” Jon said mockingly.  “I’m sure that it will make our time alone here on this island, much more bearable.”

“No doubt about that, but I am afraid that we have gotten spunk all over our cloth flooring.”

Jon laughed. “Very well then,” he said, “let’s take our mattress to the water and wash it out.  It will dry in no time in the sun.” 

“While it’s drying, I propose we circumnavigate the island,” Vic said.  “Let’s do some exploring.  Maybe we can find something that will make a better floor mat than our old clothes.  If you look out over the jungle, you will see that the elevation slowly rises.  The other side of the island could be quite mountainous.” 

They walked down to the edge of the ocean and began their journey in a counter-clockwise direction.  They both felt like explorers of the past two centuries seeking a new passage to India , or new territories to claim for good old Merrie England .  They had no idea how long a trip once around the island would take, but it didn’t matter.  The weather was always perfect for their nudity, and the jungle provided plenty of nourishment.  They could always sleep on the beach and make love under the stars.

For the first hour there was little change in the vista.  But then the men noticed that a rock formation was beginning to sprout at the edge of the jungle.  The formation was developing into a cliff.  If the rise continued, they would have no access to the jungle.  Wisely they gathered up some edible fruit while they still could.  They each pulled a huge fan tail leaf from one of the trees.  It was the same leaf that lined the beach on the night they washed ashore.  Both of them filled their leaf with fruit, folded the leaf’s edges to form a sack, and proceeded to carry their new burden with them.

They congratulated themselves on their foresight.  Within the next hour the cliff was so high, they could not scale it.  The jungle, which had provided their needs so amply, was now unreachable.  It was no longer an extension of the sandy beach, but an escarpment, an escarpment that was growing.  They could only wonder to what elevation it would rise.  They walked another two hours and they knew it was mid afternoon from the position of the sun.  They decided to stop for a snack.  They sat on the sand, opened up their makeshift sacks and they each ate two fruits.

When they finished eating, Jon announced that his arse and balls were full of sand, and he was going down to the ocean to wash up.

“Same here,” Vic said, and they went into the ocean together.  They were surprised to notice that the ocean was much rougher here than at “home.”  Also the beach was disappearing, and if this continued, the rough waves would soon be beating against the cliff. 

“I wonder how much further we can explore.” Jon remarked.

“Let’s just go a bit further,” Vic said.  “Perhaps the beach won’t disappear altogether.”

They retied their leafy sacks and continued.  They walked until the sun was low in the sky and the beach did indeed disappear.  The water beating against the cliff was too deep to wade in, and very rough.  Waves hitting the cliff could cut a man in half.  Looking up ahead, they could see the cliff getting higher, and the waves getting rougher.

“I guess we had better start back,” Vic said.  “If we don’t tire, there is plenty of moonlight these days to see our way home.  Even if we can’t go all the way, we can sleep on the beach.”

Jon nodded, and they turned and started for home.  The night was beautiful.  The stars seemed twice as big as the stars over Capetown, and they found themselves meandering instead of walking.  They walked in silence for a long time, and finally Jon spoke.

“I believe that if we climb the mountain from behind our shelter, and we reach the top of the escarpment, we will be able to view the ocean all around the island.  We would have a better chance of spotting a wayward ship.  What do you think, Victor?”

“It’s true what you say, but we need to have access to the ocean to survive.  I hadn’t said anything, but I think we can start a fire with two stones, and there are plenty of fish in the ocean.  If we can catch one, we can have ourselves a feast.  We don’t always need the ocean for our waste.  We could use sharp stones to dig holes to bury our body functions, fruit pits and so on.  Eventually little brother, we will need sharp stones to trim our beards.  When you kissed me last, I found your stubble to be very irritating.  A nice trimmed beard will be more to my liking.”

“You’re correct, of course,” Jon said.  “But let’s climb up to the top and see how long it takes to get there through the jungle.  Perhaps during daylight hours, we can take turns as sentinels looking for ships.”

“I am really proud of us,” Vic replied.  “We now have a sound plan for aiding in our survival and ultimate rescue.” 

“I don’t know about you,” Jon said, “but I think we should spend the night here.  The sun is almost gone and when the sun disappears, I get certain urges.”  He laughed and pulled Vic into him.  The two naked men began to kiss.  Their cocks rose and they fell to the sand.

“I’m ready,” Vic said.

“Ready for what?” Jon asked.

“For this,” Vic said as he fell over Jon and kissed Jon’s cock.

“Oh yes,” Jon murmured.  “Suck my cock, big brother.  Make me cum.”  Vic did not react adversely to Jon’s crude language.

“In fact,” he said, “I’m going to suck you so hard, little brother that you will beg me to stop.”

“Never,” Jon replied.  “I’ll never ask you to stop.”  He was about to say Martin, but he stopped himself in time.  He wondered when, or if, Vic might call him Amy.

As Vic engaged in male sex more and more often, he got less and less up tight.  He really let all his inhibitions fly away, and he threw himself into the task of sucking Jon’s cock.  His goal was to give his little brother as much pleasure as possible.  Making love that night on the beach, under the stars, was so beautiful neither wanted it to end.  They were able to stop themselves several times just short of cumming.  They sucked each other alternately, and it was a long time before they had to let go.  Then they fell asleep in each other’s arms, using the sandy beach for a bed.

The next day they rested from their lengthy trek, but the day after that, they prepared for their climb up the mountain.  They each armed themselves with a sharp stone that they could use to cut stubborn shrubbery, should it become necessary.

The jungle terrain was relatively flat for about two thousand feet, and then the two men became distinctly aware that they were steadily walking up hill.  Their exploratory trip was becoming more difficult.  They stopped often to rest and refresh themselves with the island’s tasty fruits.  After about a mile of steady uphill marching, the ground seemed to flatten out again.  They wiggled their way through the thick forest growth, making slow but steady progress.

Suddenly they pushed through the bramble to a sight they did not expect to see.  There in front of them was a beautiful mountain lake which was being fed by a waterfall. The far end of the lake was backed by a cliff of some several hundred feet.  They realized that this was the same cliff that faced the ocean on the opposite side of their island.  There was no way they could climb the cliff and use it as a look out.  Their efforts would be confined to the sandy beach which sheltered them, and which looked westward toward the Atlantic Ocean and The Americas.

“Look,” Jon yelled suddenly.  He pointed to a few birds sitting at the edge of the lake and pecking at the water.  “Do you think the water is potable?” he asked Vic.

“It looks fresh and clear,” Vic answered.  Before Jon could object, Vic cupped his hand and dipped it into the lake.  He put his cupped hands to his lips and sipped the water tentatively.  “It tastes just fine,” he said and drank some more.  Jon joined him.

“How long do you think it took us to get here?” Jon asked.

“No more than two hours,” Vic answered.

“Do you think we could scoop out coconuts and use them to transport drinking water back to the beach?” Jon asked.

“Or we could move our camp here,” Vic said.

“Then how could we keep an eye out for a passing ship?” Jon objected.

“If we cut away the bramble and make a clear path from here to the beach, we could cover the distance in less than half the time.  We could live here in this oasis, and keep lookout during the day on the beach,” Vic conjectured.

“It’s worth a try,” Jon said.  He looked around for any coconut trees, but didn’t see any.  They all seemed to be down at the beach.  They would have to create water cups later.  He threw himself on the grassy ground and said, “Let’s rest awhile before we head back.  We have our work cut out for us.”

They lay side by side, their bodies touching, and they fell asleep.  When they awoke they both had woodies, so of course they reached for each other.  Jon twisted his body around and they assumed a classic sixty-nine position.  Immediately they were sucking each other’s cocks and moaning with pleasure.

Afterwards, they lay exhausted holding each other’s hands.  Vic whispered in Jon’s ear.  “When we are rescued and are back home, Amy will never do that to me.  Will you give me this pleasure from time to time?”