A month-long rain
Thunder roared across the vast sky. The sound of bowling balls crashing echoed all around the island and in the ears of both Connor and Jamie. The two jumped from their sleep. They looked at one another for a split second. The thoughts and taste of their actions from the previous night were still fresh.
Before they could say anything, the thunder roared louder and angrier than before. Jamie’s eyes averted to the sky. What was once a blue paradise had turned into a grey muscle of terror that stretched further than his eyes could see.
“We should find shelter.” His voice trembled lightly. It was filled with the memories of the storm that wrecked their boat and washed them ashore.
“Okay,” Connor quickly agreed. There was no time to debate or argue. They needed to survive, and the only way was to work together.
Jamie jumped to his feet. He stood and looked around. Past the trees, something caught his eye. It poked from behind the clearing. It rose from the earth like a beacon of hope for the lost, tired, poor, and hungry. How could he have missed it before?
“There,” Jamie pointed.
“What is it?” Connor asked.
“I think it’s a cave. If we can make that climb before the rain starts, we should be good.” Jamie smiled. He was proud of himself.
“What do we do with the supplies?” Connor asked as he stared at everything they had spread out across the beach. “I don’t think we should leave it.”
Jamie’s smile faded as he turned around and stared at their supplies. There was no way they could leave everything. It could easily get washed away during the downpour.
“I guess we drag it with us,” Jamie said. He wasn’t happy with it, but it seemed like the only obvious choice.
“Drag it,” Connor repeated aloud. “Fucking Christ! We'd better move fast. I don’t think the sky is gonna hold the rain forever.”
***
Exhaustion! That was the feeling that both men felt by the time they reached the elevated cave. The cave itself was slick stone, with a narrow mouth that was just high enough to avoid flooding. The second, they used the last bit of strength and pulled the heavy crate into the cave. The sky exhaled, and the rain began to fall. It was like watching a mighty and powerful waterfall before their eyes. They couldn’t see anything but rainwater falling from the sky.
They both laughed. It was an earned laugh. It was their first damn victory!
“We can use the bowl to catch the rain as it falls from the sky, and we can drink it,” Jamie told Connor as he pulled the metal bowl from the crate and extended it out into the opening.
It filled up quickly. He took a sip and smiled. He handed it to Connor. The lad quickly reached for it. His fingers grazed Jamie’s. Their eyes met briefly. A small smirk spread across their faces. Connor took the bowl and took a sip.
“Thanks.” Connor’s voice was low and calm.
Jamie smiled. “Of course. Drink up, and I’ll make a fire to keep us warm.”
Jamie quickly got a fire going. The second the flame lit up the cave, the insects that had made the cave their home began to disperse. Jamie recoiled in disgust. Connor quickly finished off the water and sprang into action.
Jamie watched him move around the cave with speed and grace as he gathered up a few crickets. They refused to be collected, but Connor refused to give up.
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked.
“Protein,” Connor answered as he focused on the task at hand. “We have to eat. Crickets are an excellent source of it.”
Jamie frowned at the idea of eating a cricket. “White people shit,” he mumbled.
Connor dived to the ground, and by some sheer act of God, he caught a handful of crickets. He stood up and looked at Jamie. His curls hung just barely past his eyebrows.
He grinned. “You’re right. It is white people's shit. That’s why we can survive in the wilderness.”
Jamie chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. “Point taken.”
WEEK ONE
The rain was loud. Deafening almost. It drummed against the leaves and stone. Water sheeted down the cave walls. Connor paced back and forth in the narrow space. Jamie counted the drops, mapped the cracks, and catalogued everything.
“When is the rain going to ever fucking stop?” Connor shouted. “It’s been a week of being trapped in here. I’m going crazy.”
Jamie looked up at him from his sitting position.
“You need to find something else to focus on,” he said in a calm voice.
Connor stopped pacing. He looked down at Jamie with helpless yet irritated eyes. “Like what? I’m not like you. I can’t just turn my mind off and say fuck everything.”
“I don’t turn my mind off. I just chose what to let run free. Here,” Jamie patted the space in front of him. “Sit.”
“I don’t want to sit down.”
Jamie chuckled. “Man, sit your ass down.”
Connor hesitated. He sighed in frustration and finally took a seat in front of Jamie. Their eyes met. It was almost strange to look at one another for some reason. They fought against the urge to look away.
“Okay,” Jamie began. “Close your eyes, and then I want you to take a deep breath. Hold it for a moment and then let it go. Then repeat it.”
“Jamie?”
“Just trust me, McGill.” Jamie’s voice was soft and low. It sounded friendly and welcoming.
Connor closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and held it. Then he exhaled.
“Doesn’t feel like it’s working,” he said.
“Because you’re stubborn and you don’t want it to work,” Jamie told him. “Do it again.”
Just as he did it again, he felt Jamie’s fingers dig into his curls and gently touch his scalp. His chest tightened at the touch. Then his entire body relaxed as Jamie began to massage his scalp. Connor’s entire being took a much-needed breather.
Jamie’s finger danced across the man’s scalp. His fingers were like magic. They worked on Connor in ways he didn’t intend for them to. He completely relaxed the stud in a matter of seconds and aroused him within an inch of his life.
Connor could feel his body begin to tingle. His blood ran hotter than lava. His face turned red. Every part of him melted. He could feel his cock begin to thicken. His chest started to rise and fall in a pattern that should have terrified him. Then a soft moan escaped his lips. His eyes shot open.
WEEK TWO
The rain continued with its relentless downpour. Connor and Jamie lay side by side as they stared at the ceiling of the cave. Their shoulders barely touched, and their fingers were just inches apart. They were close enough to feel each other without actually having to feel one another.
Connor suddenly began to laugh. Jamie rolled over onto his side and stared at him. Confusion was clearly plastered across his face.
“It finally happened. You’ve lost your damn mind,” Jamie said.
“Maybe,” Connor replied. “I was just remembering the first time we had a sleepover. It was just you and me. We had made my mom mad, and she took away the video games. So, we started going through old movies, and we found that goofy movie.”
Jamie instantly laughed. He knew exactly what Connor was talking about.
“Dude,” Jamie began. “I think she wished we’d kept playing video games. Powerline was the shit. We kept singing that song over and over. We kept trying to get the dance right, but you kept fucking up the moves.”
Connor quickly sat up. “Fuck you, Jamie Robinson. I know the moves. I got it.”
“You don’t have the moves,” Jamie countered. “You don’t even have the lyrics.”
“What?” Connor exclaimed. “If we listen to each other’s heart we’ll find we’re never too far apart,” he sang.
Jamie jumped up and sang, “And maybe love is the reason why for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye.”
“Do the perfect cast,” Connor screamed out as he pretended to cast a fish rod and reel Jamie in.
Jamie played along, and Moon walked toward Connor. Then, like magic, the two of them actually began to do the routine of the perfect cast from the “A Goofy Movie.” They danced as badly as they had done as kids. Only they didn’t care. It was a moment and a memory that was totally theirs to have.
At the end, they were breathless and laughing. Their movements slowed without either of them deciding to stop. Connor’s hand settled at Jamie’s waist. It was slightly tentative. Jamie’s arms came up around Connor’s shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. They felt warm and purposeful toward one another.
“You used to be my best friend, Jamie,” he murmured.
Jamie closed his eyes. “You were mine.”
The rain kept falling, and the animosity between them kept melting away.
WEEK THREE
The two men slept near the open flame, side by side. Connor had his arm wrapped around Jamie’s body. He pulled him close. Jamie pushed his backside directly against Connor’s lower parts. The man’s cock nestled right into the valley of Jamie’s ass. They were mindless to the way their bodies just caved to one another.
Jamie stirred in his sleep. His eyes opened. Slowly, his senses flooded in. He could feel Connor’s body heat and his thick manhood pressed against him. Just as he was about to move away, he saw two big red eyes staring at him and sharp fangs.
“AAAGH,” Jamie screamed as he slapped whatever it was across the flame and to the other side of the cave.
Connor jumped up. Jamie scrambled to his feet.
“Jamie, what’s wrong?” Connor asked.
“There’s something over there,” Jamie pointed.
Connor quickly grabbed the knife. He jumped over the flame like a fucking superhero. He stabbed it, and the creature let out a squeal. He picked it up. A fucking bat!
“It’s a fruit bat,” Connor said triumphantly.
“That fucker just tried to make me Batman. Throw it out of here,” Jamie protested.
“Fuck that. We’re eating this,” Connor declared.
“Fuck you…me. I’m not eating that,” Jamie crossed his arms as he stood on business.
Connor smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
Connor roasted the bat over an open flame. The smell of meat was almost like being back home. It pained Jamie to smell it and know what it was. Why couldn’t it be a pig or a fucking cow? It had to be a damn bat!
Connor took a piece of the meat and moved toward Jamie.
“Open up, Jamie. Try a piece,” he taunted him.
“Don’t bring that over here, Connor,” Jamie warned him.
Connor laughed. He cornered Jamie against the wall. He held the meat up and tried to get Jamie to try a piece. It was all playful and purposeful. Jamie resisted as he promised himself he would. Connor was relentless with his tactics.
At some point, Jamie opened his mouth to protest, and Connor pushed the meat in his mouth. Jamie quickly closed his mouth around Connor’s fingers. Their eyes caught one another. Jamie swallowed the meat the second Connor released it.
His fingers, however, were held by Jamie’s mouth. He swirled his tongue around the digits. Connor’s eyes grew in size. His heart raced. Jamie’s tongue lapped at the intruders. He didn’t mind the salty taste of Connor’s skin. He should have been repulsed by it all, but he was drawn to it instead.
Connor’s cheeks turned red. He felt flushed and totally turned on. He took Jamie’s hand and held it up to his mouth. Jamie watched him nervously, all the while still sucking his fingers. Connor opened his mouth and swallowed Jamie’s chocolate fingers. As he sucked on them, his tongue swirled around them. Jamie’s cock swelled in his garments.
He released Connor’s fingers and snatched his own fingers out of the man’s mouth. He cleared his throat.
“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Who knew bats could be decent?”
Jamie tried to ignore what had just happened between them. He had to ignore it. Despite all the stupid mind games they had played on one another earlier, he knew he wasn’t gay. Or was he? He couldn’t be.
WEEK FOUR
A fucking month of rain! The tension between the two men had reached heights neither knew was possible. They needed to blow off steam or something. The fire roared. The moon shone despite being blocked out by rain.
“Can I ask a personal question?’ Connor asked.
“Sure?”
Connor exhaled, “Did you really lose your virginity to Crystal while I was dating her?”
Jamie nodded his head. “I did. I hated you. I wanted something that was yours. If it makes you feel any better, I only lasted like two pumps. My first time in some pussy, you know?”
Connor chuckled. “Maybe a little. I fucked Tara. She was my first. I had heard she liked you, and so I smashed her and sent her your way.”
“I know,” Jamie told him. “She told me. She told me you lasted three pumps.” He held up three fingers to drive his point across.
“One more than you, your first time,” Connor laughed.
“This beef between us is crazy,” Jamie reflected. “I miss sex. I miss a warm shower and bed.”
“Were you good at it? Sex?” Connor asked as he moved away from Jamie.
“Fuck yeah. Why would you ask me that?”
Connor twisted his lips. “I heard you have a big dick, but your stroke game needs work.”
“My dick is big,” Jamie admitted. “My stroke game is on point. Every bitch I fuck always cums. TWICE! I heard you can’t eat pussy. Fat ass lips and you can’t use them or your tongue for shit.”
“Yeah, but my dick is big, and I can fuck,” he rebuffed.
“Whoever said I can’t fuck was probably mad that I wouldn’t fuck them again.” Jamie defended his sex.
“Maybe. Or maybe you just suck at it,” Connor responded.
Jamie rolled his eyes. “Why are you trying to make me mad? We've been getting along, Connor.”
“I’m not trying to make you mad,” he admitted.
“Then what are you doing, Connor McGill?”
Connor moved up against the wall. He slightly spread his legs as he stared at Jamie. The look on his face made Jamie’s pulse race. The man found himself moving backwards till his back was against the wall directly across from Connor.
“I want you to prove to me that you can fuck. How do you do it? How do you know she enjoys it?” Connor’s voice dropped. It was suddenly low and soft.
Jamie swallowed hard.
“I know because I always use my tongue first. I want her to cum first. I want her relaxed before I give her nine inches of big black dick.” Jamie’s voice sounded almost raspy. It was enthralled by the heat in his body.
“Do you take your time when you use your tongue?” He snatched his shirt off as he asked the question.
“Yes,” Jamie answered. “I roll my tongue across every inch of her fucking body. I love nipples, so I give them the most attention. I bite them. I pull on them. I make them erect, and I suck them forever. I tease her clit while I suck her nipples. I flick my thumb against her clit over and over. I give little pauses in between. I like to feel the clit swell between my two fingers.”
Connor asked, “Does she suck your cock?”
Jamie began to open and close his legs. He could feel his balls swell and his cock throb. Those hormones took over.
“Yeah,” he answered. “She has to be sloppy with it. I need her to choke on it. Saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. I like to dominate in bed, but I like it to be pleasurable.”
The look exchanged between the two of them was enough to burn a galaxy far, far away. There was something hidden, desperate, and needy in their eye exchange.
Jamie continued, “You know Dana Cooper told me that she slept with you. She told me right before I fucked her the first night on the yacht. She said you liked to have your ass played with it. You asked her to slide a finger inside of you. She said it made you cum so fucking fast and that you moaned like a bitch. A finger in Connor McGill’s fat ass turns him into something no one knew was possible but me.”
“Is that a question or a statement, Jamie?”
“Both,” he answered as he pulled his shirt off.
Connor smirked. “She did put her finger in my ass. It was different. I was willing to try anything so I could cum.”
Jamie nodded. “You don’t cum?”
“Sometimes I struggle to reach my climax. Maybe it's performance anxiety. Maybe it’s something more sexually sinister,” Connor’s eye narrowed, and his voice sounded low. “I want to cum right now. Do you?”
Silence. The conversation had worked them both up. They needed to cum. Only one of them was brave enough to admit it. Regardless, they both knew they were willing to go beyond the norms to achieve an orgasm. They needed to achieve one desperately.
Connor sat with his back against the wall of the cave. His eye sparkled through the open flames that roared. He looked into Jamie’s eyes. He could see the fight inside of him. He could also see the need for that sweet release. It was all built up inside both of them. Release was needed, and it was needed immediately.
Connor took his hand and placed it on his left pec. His fingertips lightly traced his skin. Little goosebumps rolled across his bare flesh. His fingers moved to his pink nipples. As he touched them, they hardened and pointed outward.
Jamie watched him with slow breaths. His eyes followed every movement Connor made. He felt drawn to him. He couldn’t escape the overwhelming feelings that were suddenly raining down on him. The sound of the rain against the pebbles sent his mind into a trance.
Jamie’s cock thickened even more as the blood rushed into it. His balls began to ache and churn. Very lightly, he placed his hand on his stomach and began to make small circular motions against his skin.
Connor’s eye caught the movement. He fought back the urge to smile. He didn’t want to risk anything breaking the moment. His fingers moved down his body and across his abs. It was a slow and sensual movement on his part. It was pure seduction with almost no true effort. A seduction of circumstance is what it was.
Jamie’s hand dropped lower. He brushed across his bush of dark pubes. His fingers came into contact with the base of his cock. His heart began to race. His fingers moved along the shaft, and then he gave the head of his cock a firm squeeze. He let out a stifled moan.
Connor licked his soft lips. His golden curls suddenly dripped with sweat as his hand moved past his cock and grazed his smooth balls. He spread his legs and slightly raised his knees. His cock, balls, taint, and pucker were all completely visible to Jamie.
Both of their breaths grew with each passing second. Jamie wrapped his hand around his shaft, and Connor did the same. The two began to stroke their cocks. Their movements matched. Their eyes locked.
Connor stroked his nine inches with one hand and played with his pink nipples with the other hand. The muscles in his body flexed with every movement. As he stroked his cock he watched Jamie with deep fascination.
Jamie took his nine-and-a-half-inch pole into his hand. He stroked his cock with more soft and deliberate techniques. His free hand fondled his heavy balls. He could feel the open flames dance against his skin. Desire coursed through him like blood running through veins. Jamie licked his wet lips. Precum oozed from the slit of his cock.
Connor’s hand dropped from his chest. It moved along his pink taint and then against his virgin pucker. He circled the ring of his anus. His moans increased. They became louder with each little circle he formed. His balls bounced up and down with each stroke of his cock.
Jamie didn’t want to be outdone. He wanted to feel what Connor felt. Those moans sounded too intense and gratifying. He spread his legs and exposed his most intimate parts to Connor.
“Fuck,” Connor mumbled to himself. The sight of that tight, virgin, chocolate-hairless pucker was a vision of complete ecstasy.
Jamie’s middle finger slid down his taint and then along his rosebud. His flesh crawled exquisitely from the feel of it. He made a little circle around his pucker, and his body shivered. He moaned deeply. His cock throbbed.
Both their eyes rolled as they pleasured themselves. They were careful not to go too far. Things needed to progress slowly and sensually. Connor pressed against his pucker as he stroked his fat cock even harder.
Jamie moved his finger around his ring faster. His cock ached for release as he continued on his journey with ease. His eyes never once left Connor’s Greek god body. He couldn’t get enough of watching him.
They studied each other. Their eyes found something that they never thought they would see in one another before. Connor’s breaths got heavier. He stroked harder and faster. He growled, and his cock spasmed in his hand. His seed poured out of him. It covered his chest.
Jamie watched Connor’s face twist with passion and pleasure. It set something off inside of him. His balls burst, and cum erupted from his cock. He bit down on his bottom lip with his perfect white teeth. He completely drenched himself in cum.
“Shit,” he breathed.
Connor smirked. “Big load.”
“Fuck you, Connor,” Jamie smiled.
They both laughed. The laughter faded. They sat quietly for a moment, and then Jamie stood up.
“A little rain to wash it off?” Jamie asked as he motioned his head toward the outside.
Connor smiled and stood up. They ran outside of the cave into the pouring rain. They stood face to face as the cold waters drenched them with semi-erect cocks and smiles plastered across their face. A month-long rain had finally brought out just what they needed. Relief!
TO BE CONTINUED
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