I woke on a deserted shoreline, waves rolling across my legs, my pants tattered and torn. I could taste sand and salt. When I lifted my head, it felt like lead. Beyond the sandy shore, I could see a line of trees leading back into what appeared to be dense tropical forest. I pulled myself into a sitting position, pulled my knees up and rested my head in my hands. Where the hell was I? The last thing I remembered was a thunderous crash as a giant wave took out the cruise ship I had been working on. I remembered being thrown violently into the railings and then.....nothing. How I got here I don’t know. I should have drowned.
After a few moments I lifted myself shakily to my feet and looked around. The shoreline went for miles in either direction. I took an unsteady step toward the trees in hope I might find some shade from the blistering sun. My legs were still wobbly but I managed to trudge my way up the sand and into the shade.
I had walked only about 100 meters when I heard it, the unmistakeable sound of running water. I picked up my pace, my thirst demanding attention. As I broke through a clearing in the trees I saw it. I fell to my knees and put my face into the cool liquid, ducking my entire head and holding it there for a good ten seconds. Then I gulped as much water as my parched throat could handle.
Feeling refreshed, I sat back on the narrow embankment and took in the scene before me. It wasn’t just a small flowing river; it was a lagoon, at least the size of an Olympic swimming pool. Surrounded by rocks and trees it was well hidden. To my right was a small inlet running into the lagoon which must have been what I had heard. It led back into the forest snaking back further than I was able to see from my current vantage point.
Looking around and seeing no one else (what did I expect?), I decided to take a swim and try and get as much of the sand and salt out of my hair and skin as possible. I removed my tattered pants leaving only my white briefs. My shirt was gone and for some reason I didn’t feel entirely comfortable getting completely naked. Silly I know. I was completely alone in this island paradise. What was I worried about?
I took a tentative step into the cool water savouring the moment as it lapped gently around my ankles. I took a few more steps in until the water was at my thighs. I paused for a moment dreading the inevitable shock as the cold water hit my balls. Instead of hiding away however, the sensation was more soothing, refreshing, even sensual. Plunging into the water I swam a few strokes under water allowing the water to encase me, almost womb like. I opened my eyes and through the blur could see the bottom only a few feet below me. Breaking the surface I swam further out to test the depth. When I thought I was about half way across, I stood up. My feet touched the sandy bottom with the water coming only to just above my navel.
Enjoying this solitude and absolute privacy I slipped one hand beneath the water and cupped my cock and balls through my briefs, massaging gently. My cock responded swiftly, the bulge pressing against my tight, wet briefs. I closed my eyes and traced a finger around the outline of my cock then ran it down my shaft and softly squeezed my balls. I duck dived into the water forcing my butt up and out, then slid to the bottom. I hugged myself and rubbed my hands over my chest. Twirling around under the water I reached for my throbbing cock and began to stroke it through the flimsy material. I pulled the waistband of my briefs down a little allowing my cock head to pop free. Needing a little more freedom to complete the task at hand I slid my briefs down to my ankles and slipped them off. I surfaced then so I could throw the soggy underwear back to the shoreline to join the rest of my tattered clothes. As I stood, my cock slapped back into my belly and I could even see the cock head almost peering at me just beneath the surface. I fell backwards into the water arms outstretched and allowed myself to float. I took hold of my cock and pushed it upwards and away from my taut flat belly. I slowly began to rub the tip of its head. Precum bubbled through my slit and I used it to further assist in the slow massage. Moving down I grasped my hardened shaft and began a slow, rhythmic stroke. Unable to maintain a floating position I stood up, increasing the stroke. Heat filled my balls and I arched my neck back. I reached around to my arse with my free hand squeezing and kneading my left cheek. My fingers slid the length of my crack pausing at my opening. I inserted my middle finger. Without lubricant it wasn’t easy but I managed to get it in far enough to press down just inside. I felt almost a vibration work its way through to my chest. I was seconds away from release. And then I heard it. Rustling in the trees not far from where I had entered the clearing.
At the sound I had unconsciously covered myself with both hands like someone embarrassed at being caught naked (well, I was). Was it just a forest animal foraging around for something to eat? I stood as still as I could, all thoughts of satisfaction gone from my thoughts. My cock now hanging limply behind my hands.
I waited a moment to see if whatever it was would show itself. After what seemed an eternity the trees parted to reveal a sight I never dreamed I would see. Standing on the shoreline was a young man no more than 21 years old. He was naked except for a small loincloth. He had thick dark hair, deep brown eyes, full red lips, broad shoulders, tapering down to a narrow waist. He was naturally muscled and completely smooth.
He stood there looking at me. I couldn’t help but stare back. There was no animosity in his expression just a mild curiosity. As I stood in the water my eyes taking in every inch of his incredible body, he smiled at me. His loincloth was so small that even from where I stood in the water his bulge was obvious. His cock did not appear to be hard but the size of his bulge indicated his cock was at least 8 inches. The rear flap of his loincloth barely covered his amazing arse.
I don’t know how long we stood there staring at each other not saying a word. His eyes appeared to be taking me in also. He took a step into the water and began to walk toward me. When he was less than a metre away he stopped. He was slightly smaller than me and the water went to just below his chest. As I finally got a good look at him I realised he was far more beautiful up close. I reached out and put my hand on his chest. His skin was silky smooth. He didn’t try to stop me. He just smiled again. I ran my hand down his smooth chest to his chiselled flat belly pausing just above the waistline of his loincloth. By now we were only inches apart. I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips against his. Pushing my tongue into his mouth was met with no resistance. As I sought his tongue with my own, licking at it, tasting it he responded in kind. His hands encircled me as our bodies pressed closer together. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and cupped the back of his head with my hand. Trailing one hand down his back I gently grabbed his arse and squeezed. Instantly I felt him harden below the water where our cocks had been brushing together. Now, his hardness pressed into me through the confines of the loincloth. My own cock was back at attention and pressed tightly into him. As we devoured each other’s mouths he slipped his hand down to my arse, caressing and teasing until his finger found its goal. I moaned into his mouth. His finger slid up and down my crack the sensation sending fireworks off in my head. As his finger passed by my aching hole, he paused. I pressed harder into him then pushed back indicating what I wanted. His finger slid in just past the opening. I moaned again. Slowly he began to rotate his finger just inside. His touch was electric. I began to push back into his finger urging him to go deeper. Suddenly, without warning, it was in. All the way to his knuckle. Again, he began that circular motion. Dazed, I lifted a hand to him and indicated two more. I wanted two more of his fingers inside me. I felt my opening widen as his forefinger and ring finger penetrated. I relaxed and opened for him. With all three fingers in I thrust back on his hand harder and harder. He pushed as deeply as his hand would allow. I groaned as he finger fucked me.
Finally, I pulled gently away until his fingers were out. I needed more than just his fingers inside me. I wanted his magnificent cock. But first, I wanted to reward him for the pure ecstasy he had given me. I slipped my hand under the water and found his bulging manhood straining at the flimsy material that covered it. I took his member in my hand and squeezed. Now it was his turn to moan. I smiled at him. Taking a deep breath I sunk beneath the water, my face inches from his meat. I tugged at the sides of his loincloth and pulled it down and slipped it off. I slipped it on to my wrist so it wouldn’t float away. His cock was long, thick, and hard, the veins even visible beneath the water. My tongue lapped at his throbbing cock head tracing circles around it. My lips ran a long wet kiss down his beautiful shaft to his balls. Sliding my lips back along its length, I took his head into my mouth and began a rhythmic motion up and down my tongue working his slit. Even under the water I could taste his Precum. Having been on my high school swim team, being under water was second nature to me. I knew I could hold my breath comfortably for at least 3 minutes. I continued to work on his cock with my mouth while my hands gently tugged and squeezed his balls. Not wanting him to unload just yet I resurfaced. His eyes were still closed and he had a look of pure bliss. When he opened them again I kissed him, this time harder and more deeply.
After awhile I looked at him and indicated that I wanted his cock inside of me. I turned my back to him and leaned forward. There was nothing to hold onto but he gripped my hips and pulled me back into him. His slid his thick cock between my arse cheeks. He did this a few times before finally sliding himself into position. His mushroomed head found my opening and pressed in. I moaned and arched my back. As he opened me wider than I had ever been opened I almost screamed at both the pain and the pleasure of it. As his head broke my rim the rest of his cock slid easily in until his balls were pressed against my arse. He held me there for a moment and then began to thrust. Hard, powerful thrusts, forcing his cock as deep as it would go. I rammed back into him savouring each pounding. His cock filled me completely. His groans turned to grunts each time he slammed into me. He reached for my cock and began to stroke it in time with each thrust. I knew I was seconds away from exploding and it felt like he was too. I had other plans for his load. Before he reached climax I quickly pulled away forcing his cock out. Once more I ducked beneath the water and took his throbbing man meat into my mouth. With an intensity to equal his fucking, I sucked and licked and tongued his cock. Within a matter of moments, I felt the warm rush of cum as it filled my mouth. I swallowed hungrily coaxing as much out of him as possible. None would be wasted. As I swallowed I felt another rush as a second spurt fled down my throat. As I licked the last drop from his still throbbing cock I stood up. His face was flushed and he was grinning.
He reached toward me and took my still erect cock into his hand. He smiled as he looked at me, his hand gently massaging my aching manhood. Without a sound he slipped quickly beneath the water. An instant later his mouth had swallowed me to the hilt. He gripped my arse as I fucked his face, each thrust so deep I thought surely he would choke. But he didn’t. His mouth worked my cock like it had never been worked before. By now, at least 2 minutes had passed. He showed no sign of slowing. I was so close but each time he felt me tremble, he would ease up. After about 5 minutes I started to get worried. He had not come up for air once and he was still at it with the same intensity as when he began. Finally, I could take no more. I took his head in my hands and forced his face into me, my cock tickling the back of his throat. With a shudder I shot my load straight down his throat. I doubt he even tasted it. After 2 more loads, he began to ease off. I had lost count of how long he stayed under the water. When he finally surfaced he didn’t even seem out of breath. He smiled at me and then wrapped me in his arms.
Together we left the lagoon. I followed him to what I guess was his home. A rough hewn hut made of banana leaves and tree branches. It didn’t look like much but as we lay together in his ‘bed’, arms wrapped around each other, I fell into a deep blissful sleep.
I’m not sure how I long I slept, but I was woken by the feel of water lapping at my legs. When I turned to see what was happening, I noticed I was no longer in the hut with my island god. I was back on the beach. My torn pants were on and every part of me ached. As I got to my feet and turned to head back into the forest, it wasn’t there. There were no trees at all. In place of the forest was a rocky outcropping, rugged and dangerous. I looked left and right all the way up both ends of the beach. As far as the eye could see were these jagged rocks and beyond them, in the distance, fire and smoke billowing from its gaping maw, a volcano, lava spewing into the sky, smoke and volcanic cloud raining down in every direction. I stumbled as the ground shook beneath me. The last thing I see is the fires of hell coming straight for me.