Exile Island

Nick

From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Survivor Exile Island

Survivor belongs to CBS and Mark Burnett. Not to me. The men in this story are not gay - this is just a work of fiction. I'm not making a profit from this story. I'm sure you already know the disclaimers about making sure you are 18 or over 18, about safe sex, about this story having gay content.

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On night 3 at the younger men's camp, there should have been plenty to celebrate. Their tribe won a crucial immunity challenge, meaning the 4 of them had another few days before they had to even consider voting anyone off. They also had a fire and a passable shelter. Unfortunately, the torrential rains meant that they spent most of the night huddled in the shelter, desperate for warmth.

Since the new format had split the 16 players up by age and gender, the younger men didn't have the blessing or curse of forming bonds with young bimbos, older mother figures, or middle-aged alpha males. They just had each other. The oldest of them was in his early 30's - Bobby, AKA Bob Dawg, a beefy black man with a standoffish, strong-willed personality. The others were in their late to early 20's. Austin, a writer with shoulder-length dark blonde hair and a knowing grin, was short in stature but carried an enviable physique sculpted from years of team sports. He was presently sleeping next to Nick, a much taller but also much less outgoing man with short dark hair, handsome but slightly rugged features, and one of the most flawless bodies ever on Survivor. In spite of his gleaming six-pack and strong arms, he was more suited for the gym than brutal physical competition; he had almost lost the immunity challenge for his team and had confided only in Austin just how upset he was by his performance. Austin was completely straight, really, but he believed in the power of male bonding, and he clutched tightly to Nick, hoping to transfer some of his quiet confidence to his new friend as he shivered from the cold.

Rounding out the group was Aras. Round was the appropriate term for Aras - the lanky brunette yoga

Aras

instructor and former basketball player had loopy ideas like asking his tribe to place their hands one on top of the other in order to spark a creative energy for a fire. Round also applied to Aras' bubble butt, whose lightly haired crack was persistently peeking out of low-slung board shorts. Aras slept next to Bobby. Bobby hadn't participated in the "hands for fire" exercise - he had no use for that privileged white boy shit. He was FAR more tempted by the succulent buttocks protruding from that privileged white boy, and presently a few small inches away from Bobby's crotch.

Since there was no need for modesty among young, straight men, the four of them had bathed together in the nude, splashing each other with water and making cracks about dick size. In reality none of them had much to be ashamed of, but Nick, Aras and Austin were all taken aback by Bobby's fat anaconda, 5 inches flaccid and probably much, much bigger when hard. The glint in Bobby's brown eyes almost dared them to test their theory, to get him hard, to worship his own personal immunity idol, but none of them swallowed the bait, so to speak.

Bobby still remembered the slack jaws of those 3 white boys...Aras most of all. Aras had such an innocent face but Bobby just knew he'd smoked some pole. You could just tell, some of these guys who try so hard to fit in with the macho studs, who seem to be in awe.

Bobby felt like the odd one out on his tribe. He knew if they lost an immunity challenge, he would be voted out. He also knew he couldn't do much to change his fate. So he decided to just go with whatever the fuck he wanted. And what he wanted was a piece of that hot Ar-Ass.

Austin

Aras was asleep when he felt the strange sort of tickling sensation sliding down his back. He thought it was a bug. Only when two very large, very insistent hands crudely squeezed and pinched his bubble butt did he realize the creature was human in origin. Aras didn't want to wake anyone else up, so he tried to shift. Then a large black hand slid around his waist - and slid firmly onto the base of Aras' cock - and held him in place. Aras just shook his head in disbelief, and tried to whisper his dissent. Back home in California he had no problem sharing himself with both genders, but out here, on national TV, with all these big macho studs who would get rid of anyone they saw as a "fag"...hell no. But just as he opened his mouth to register disapproval, he felt a large tongue shove itself straight up his mahole, and all his grievance quickly became a groan of pure pleasure.

The noise was loud enough to wake up Austin, who turned and saw Aras' shorts pulled down, a large hand stroking the meditation guru's meat into 7 inches of leaking hardness. The other black hand toyed with Aras' small nipples. Aras could only moan and whimper and stare at Austin with a combination of shame and need.

Austin wasn't sure what to say. His beliefs told him that homosexuality was wrong. But his dick - presently poking through his red shorts and as thick around as a baby's arm - told him otherwise. Aras, his body convulsing due to the unbelievable rim job from Bobby, realized the best way to keep Austin from using this against him was to involve Austin. So Bobby's bad deed quickly devolved into a threeway, with Aras yanking Austin's shorts down his muscled thighs and licking his pouty lips as the girth slapped square against Austin's belly.

Aras reached out to skim his thumb around Austin's mushroom-shaped crown. Austin bit down on his lower lip, wanting to push Aras away, yet never feeling hotter in his whole life.

Aras squeezed down hard on Austin's scepter as he felt Bobby line that monster cock up to his hole. With some pre-cum worked into Bobby's shaft, he began to ease his weapon inside his teammate's pert buns. Unsurprisingly to Bobby, Aras wasn't that tight a fit, and slowly but surely, he got over half of his flesh cannon inside that warm, inviting anus. Ebony inside the deepest ivory.

Aras leaned into Austin's barrel chest, screaming his pain and bliss at the rough fuck of his man-mountain of a teammate. Austin just sat back, in a daze, while Aras licked his nipples and stroked his tumescent penis. Austin didn't even go near Aras' cock - Bobby did the hand job. Austin was so confused by the whole experience, he only began to stir when he felt another set of lips on his body. These on his neck.

He turned his head to find himself caught in a stubbled, white hot, man-on-man kiss. Austin found himself enjoying the kiss with Nick. Nick was such a great guy. Austin felt so close to him, even in the short time they knew each other. He couldn't see himself with another man, but kissing Nick, feeling Nick's hands carressing his body, Nick's shaft sliding up and down his bare back and ass, just felt right.

Nick had been with one or two guys in college but had left those days behind in his attempts to set goals in life. Out here on the island, anything could happen, and nobody would ever know. Nick threw caution to the wind and dove down onto Austin's wide wand, and stuck his knees between Austin's ears, slapping Austin's face with his hard 6 inches until Austin began to lick and kiss the tender vein running down Nick's shaft.

Nick's balls settled into Austin's mouth, and Austin licked and suckled at the sweat of them. Nick leaned over to cup Aras' low-hangers as they smacked against those lean thighs with each violent thrust from Bobby. Nick had never seen a man quite so beautiful as Aras in that moment of utter submission to Bobby. His eyes were full of fire and frenzy. Nick leaned over to kiss Aras, a gentle kiss as Nick nibbled on Aras' lush lower lip.

They had to reach an end at some point, and they did. Bobby came first, sinking his teeth into Aras' soft, pale neck. Aras was next, exploding his pent-up seed into Nick's callused hand.

Nick abruptly pulled out of Austin's mouth and whispered an idea into Austin's ear. Austin smirked and as they kissed, he complied. The two of them surrounded Aras' baby face, so innocent and pure, and unloaded seeming gallons of cum on his unblemished features. His eyes, nose and mouth dripped of cum.

Bobby laughed and slapped his spent snake against Aras' cheeks (both sets), the facial set of cheeks adding his last few drops of cum to Austin's and Nick's collection.

The three men then fed Aras their loads, ending with Nick saving sticking each and every one of his fingers in Aras' mouth, feeding Aras the semen he had spurted into Nick's hand.

There were no loving kisses or pillow talk. The next day, the men would swear none of this had ever happened. It was just an outpouring of lust and anxiety and insanity. But deep down, they knew they had crossed a line, and secretly wondered how this might affect them as they continued in the game.