The Island by Hankster

The Island
by: Hankster

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Chapter 8

Samuel and Martin could not get enough of hearing about Vic and Jon’s adventures on the island. They spoke for hours, through lunch and dinner. Finally Martin could bear it no longer. He stood up and announced, “It’s time to retire and Samuel, my love, I am in a quandary.”

“I know,” Samuel said with sympathy. “Let me ease your heart.” He turned toward Vic. “Vic, my brother, Martin and Jon were lovers once. I think we should give them a night to themselves. What do you think?”

“I think it’s a bully idea, so long as there is room in your bed for me.” Samuel broke out in a big and very winning grin. He took Vic’s hand and steered him towards his sometime bedroom. Once alone in the bedroom, Samuel said. “I have always loved you like a brother. Now at last I can show you how much love I have for you.” The two men fell into each other’s arms and began to kiss passionately.

In Martin’s bedroom, Martin stood naked in front of Jon. His cock was at full mast and was waiting expectantly for Jon to devour it, but Jon had not yet begun to undress. Instead, as Martin approached him with outstretched arms, Jon retreated backwards.

“What’s wrong my love?” Martin asked. Jon remained silent.

“Speak to me, lest I lose my senses,” Martin begged. “What is the matter?”

Finally Jon found his speech again. “You have lain with a black man. The thought of embracing you now turns my stomach.” He was rewarded with a slap on his face.

“Samuel is my brother. He is a proper British gentleman. He speaks English with a British accent. He has Caucasian features and he is a white man as far as I am concerned. He is never mistaken for a black man anywhere we go. What is wrong with you Jon?”

“I don’t know. I realize that I am being irrational, but I can’t help it. That’s how I was raised.”

“You can sleep on that settee over there, since my bed is now an abomination to you,” Martin pointed to the settee. “Surely you must realize that we left Samuel and Vic alone to express their love for each other.”

“That’s not possible,” Jon yelled out. “Vic could never, he wouldn’t ever, make love to a black man. The thought is just revolting.” Before he had finished the sentence, Jon was running down the hall to Samuel’s room. He entered the room, just as Samuel was about to probe his cock deep into Vic’s man hole.

“Fuck me, fuck me very hard,” he heard Vic talking dirty, just as he had once instructed him to do.

“Noooooo,” Jon yelled out. The two startled men lost their erections immediately. It took a few seconds before they could assess the situation. Jon made it perfectly clear when he screamed even louder, “Get your hands off my lover, you black bastard.”

Samuel stood staring at Jon in shock. In his entire life nobody had ever spoken to him in such a fashion. Vic jumped out of bed and slapped Jon across the face.

“Thank God I stopped you in time. How could you touch a black man in such a manner?” Jon demanded to know. Instead of an answer, he got another slap across his face.

While this was happening, Samuel forgot all about his nudity, and he ran down the hall to Martin’s room. The shock was gone now, and he was crying like a baby. Vic left Jon standing there, smarting from three blows to his face. He ran to Martin’s room.

When he got there, he found his two brothers naked. Martin had his arms around Samuel, and he was trying to comfort him. “Stay here with us tonight,” Martin suggested to Vic.

“No,” Vic said. “Jon is not handling our rescue very well. He’s confused and unhappy. I know it is not in his nature to be so cruel. I must return to him and help him,” Martin could only nod his head.

Vic found Jon lying naked in bed. He was sobbing. Vic climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around Jon. “What’s come over me?” Jon mumbled. “I wish we had never been rescued. Civilization is too hard to deal with. On the island all we had to do was eat, drink and make love.”

“That’s true,” Vic replied, “but we are still young and healthy. What would have become of us as we aged? What if we needed medical attention? Our lives could be quite short. At least here we are surrounded by people we love, and who love us. You must give yourself more time to adapt. You’ll see. In time you will come to love Samuel as Martin and I do.”

“Yes, I’ll try,” Jon said, and he fell fast asleep in Vic’s arms. He began to dream:

He was back on his island basking on the sunlit beach. All of a sudden someone was running at him. He thought it was Vic and he began to call his name. Only it wasn’t Vic. It was Samuel, or at least he thought it was Samuel. The resemblance was there, but Samuel looked more like Satan as depicted in his childhood, picture book bible. Samuel had horns. His hands were claws, and his feet were cloven hooves. The beast fell upon him and began to rape him. Samuel’s penis was like a multi bladed saw. It was ripping his viscera into shreds, and the pain was unbearable. When Samuel came, his load felt like hot coals inside of him. He tossed Jon aside and disappeared. Then Jon began to burn. Little fires were igniting all over his body. Little by little they came together and his entire body was ablaze. The conflagration consumed him. He burned up completely and his soul was dragged into hell.

Fortunately Jon did not remember his dream when he awoke. Vic was no longer holding him. He was at the far end of the bed. The covers were not on the bed. They had fallen to the floor. Jon reckoned that it was in the wee hours of the morning. He lay there wondering how he had managed to isolate everyone he loved in so short a time. Could he ever make it right?

Then he had an epiphany. He had treated Samuel cruelly and unjustly. He had treated Samuel like the government, and most private citizens, treated homosexuals, like pariahs. He was wrong, and they were wrong. He had to make it right. He got out of bed and ran to Samuel’s room. When he opened the door, he had to smile.

Martin and Samuel were sleeping side by side. They were naked, and they were snoring lightly. Jon was suddenly filled with more love than he could contain in his body. It seeped from him and invaded the bodies of Martin and Samuel. Looking at Samuel, he suddenly desired him more than he desired Vic or Martin.

He climbed on top of Samuel, making sure that their cocks were rubbing together. Samuel started to stir, and he nearly threw Jon off of him. When his consciousness returned, and he realized who was lying on top of him, he asked, “Have you come to murder me, Mr. Endicott?” This caused Jon to cower in shame.

“No, I have come to love you, Samuel, that is, if you’ll let me.” Samuel wrapped his legs around Jon and put his hands on Jon’s ass, pushing them even tighter together.

“Oh Jon,” Samuel whispered, “We shall be a family about which legends will be written.”

To be continued...

Posted: 01/14/11