Isle

ISLE

EPISODE 1

The Birds of Paradise

I sat in the two-seat high wing plane bopping in the dock waters. The white-bearded pilot was still talking, like he had from the hangar where we had met. But I wasn’t listening. What am I doing in this plane? I should get out before take-off. But somehow this is so exciting. Not knowing why I was invited. To what? What for? I know the plane is going to this island state in the pacific. I told my parents I’d won a trip and wouldn’t be coming back for a week or two. But honestly I had no idea about anything. All the letter had said was:

“Hello Z,

Please meet me at the Isla de Delicia on the arrival date on the ticket.

Yours: M”

Anyone else would have thought: “What is this shit?” and thrown the letter away. But when I checked out that the ticket was valid, I made a decision to go on this adventure. No matter what it meant.

What a mystery! Why did the writer call me “Z”? And who’s this “M” anyway? I tried to think of my friends with that initial, but none of them fit this type of thing, and I felt I should keep it a secret although the letter had not requested it. Who’d invite a seventeen-year-old to an island by himself? This had danger written all over it. Good. I want some buzz into this dull existence.

The plane started taking off. I squeezed on the seat handles and breathed heavily. No turning back now.

A hazy green dot in the horizon grew into an island of an ancient volcano covered in vegetation. The plane circled around to the other side. I saw a blue cove between some cliffs. The plane landed smoothly on the waves. The pilot pulled a lever and the wings folded up just as the plane passed the tight rocky pass into the cove.

The plane stopped on the beach. I got out on the sand, so hot I could feel it through the soles of my sneakers. The pilot also climbed out and handed me my back pack. No one had come to meet us at the beach.

“So. Are you M?”

“I’m Tony. I did tell ya in the main land”

“Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts”

“No worries. I’ll go to that hut now, to see if there’s anything to drink there”

“Are we early? Or late?”

“For what?”

“I…was supposed to meet someone here”

“Were ya? This M I suppose?”

“Well, yes”

“Perhaps there is a clue in the hut”

I knew this game. He’d lure me inside that dirty old shed, knock me down and tie me up. Then he’d get his ways with me. Probably kill me after. My dick got hard just thinking about how he’d make my ass bleed by stuffing some rusty old pipe inside me. So I followed him to the shed. I had my swiss in my pocket, and would take it out if he got frisky, so I wasn’t too worried. He was old, in his sixties maybe, and I was in my prime, fit as steel out of long ours of eastern arts practise.

Tony had to kick in the shed door, as it wasn’t budging open otherwise. Spider webs covered the indoors. Tony went straight behind the counter and started looting the shelves for some booze.

“You’re sure this is Isla de Delicia?”

“Don’t know the name of the isle. Wasn’t written on the map. In fact not even Google Maps had anything but ocean in the coordinates I was given. But I took the job anyway, cause it paid well. And besides, here we are…ooh, sweet, rum. Want some?”

I wasn’t about to tell him I wasn’t of drinking age.

“Maybe later. I’ll go look around. You’ll stay here?”

“Go, go. I think there’s another bottle here, even a fuller one”

I left the pilot to get drunk and stepped back on the beach. The cliffs surrounded the beach from all sides. I walked close to the cliff side, looking for a path, a clue, a sign, anything. After half an hour, I noticed a stepping stone on the cliff, right next to the shed, painted white. I face-palmed and started climbing up the cliff. It was relatively easy, as I had the strength for it. I lifted myself up on the top. The sweat had soaked my shirt through. The canvas stuck on my skin and my muscles bulged visible like in a wet t-shirt contest.

I climbed into a jungle. I could hear a stream near by and decided to go for that sound. The stream was a pitiful snaky thing, at times disappearing under the foliage, but I could hear it and could follow it.

After ten minutes the stream got wider and then it fell down into a lagoon, hidden in the giant canopies of some exotic trees I didn’t know by name.

Through the gush of the waterfall, I could hear something else. A bird of some sorts? Where? I climbed down to hear the source better. That’s when I saw a stone gateway carved in the cliff, next to the waterfall. The bird’s peculiar voice definitely came from that cave.

I stepped inside with caution. I heard breathing echo in the corridor. The cave turned left up ahead. Yellow light was flickering from behind the corner. The bird screamed again. I took out the swiss, pulled out a blade and stepped closer.

The light had a strange shadow cast in the middle of it. It changed shape constantly, pulsating into different bulgy shapes. And every time the shape changed after the bird screamed. I pressed myself against the stone wall and peeked around the corner.

A man stood his back to me. He’s legs were muscular and his buttocks were large but had those crevices telling it was all muscle. His skin was dark brown. His back was wide, two columns of strength in the middle of a wide bull-like back. I could see his enormous balls hitting on something when he thrusted with his without a doubt a huge penis inside whatever was in front of him in the candle light. Now I knew the sounds weren’t from a bird, but a human being piked by this hunk.

I felt my member swell in my shorts. What would happen, if he’d see me? What would he do? This savage? This beast-man? Would he snap the neck of whom-ever he was dealing with now and then rampage to catch me for the same treatment? I held on my swiss a tad tighter.

Now, listening closer, I could tell the bull was ramming another male with his pole. And that the man was as much in pain as in pleasure. At times his lips uttered: “Yeah” or “Oh fuck”. The bull was strangely silent and only breathed heavily.

Now my erection had grown so much it had rubbed against the shorts and pulled my fore-skin back. I felt the moist of pre-cum stick on my thigh. I knew the risk, but I slowly pulled down my zipper and released my penis from the tightness. I placed my fist around my dick and listened to the sounds of copulation behind the corner. I started rubbing the dick-skin slowly. I knew, if I’d go any faster, I’d cum within seconds.

The moaning grew louder and more words were came with it: “Fuck me!” “C’mon!” “Fuck me hard” “Yes!” “Harder, baby” “Harder!”. I couldn’t help but wank myself with the same vigour the pair did. But I wanted to see them fuck. So I risked a little more and peeked.

The dark man had now a pale skinned guy’s legs around his waist and the pale guy was scratching the bull’s back with his slender fingers, his head resting on bull’s shoulder. The white guy had his eyes closed as he moaned and let the bull jerk him up and down.

Pre-cum wet the shaft of my dick. I pounded the dick in my fist now, hoping the moans would cover the sounds of my jerking-off. I looked how every thrust the bull gave turned into a spasm of pleasure in the pale skinned dude. 

“Ah!” the pale guy moaned and I let my dick have a pull. “Ah!” he uttered again. I began breathing heavily. “Ah!” the man screamed. I couldn’t help but wank faster now. “Ah-haah!” I sighed as my white cream splattered all over my hand and tank-top.

All the moaning had stopped. Panting, I raised my look. The pale guy was looking straight at me, scanning with his eyes my face, my cum-filled shirt and then my throbbing cock. He smirked. Just then then the black bull-man turned his head towards me and saw my frightened face. When he noticed the swiss knife on my hand, he started yelling in some language. He lowered his white fuck-buddy and started running towards me.

I didn’t think twice. I ran. As fast as my legs could carry, I ran. I glimpsed back. He was after me with his fist in the air. The cavern floor was moist from the waterfall mist. I slipped and fell out of the doorway and into the lake. A black object appeared from the cyan. A sharp pain. And everything went black.