Island boys and their games
Two days had passed since Connor had played with Jamie. Two days since he had nearly crossed over into a new world order of things. His hormones had taken hold of him and run a fucking marathon. In the last two days, they hadn’t said a single word to one another.
Jamie couldn’t stop thinking about the way things had gone. When Connor touched him, it did something to him. It changed something inside of him. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t fuck with the change. He had to figure out how to get back whatever it was that he lost in the process.
Jamie found himself stretched out on his back. His eyes were locked on the clear blue skies. The sound of the ocean played in his ears. He wondered if his parents had already accepted his “death” and if they’d already had a service for him. He wondered if people cried for him. Everything was fucked up!
He sat up, and there was Connor shirtless out in the water, fishing. As much as he despised the guy, he had to be grateful that the moron knew how to fish.
He watched the muscles in his back flex under the heat of the sun. Slowly, his eyes traveled down Connor’s back. As he watched him, his mind flickered with thoughts that he found perverted. He could remember the way Connor touched his cock. How his breath tickled against his neck and the way it felt to be kissed by him. He hated himself for feeling the things he felt.
“Fucker,” he mumbled to himself.
Connor had been in the water for an hour when he finally snagged two decent-sized fish. He began to walk back to the site when he saw Jamie’s eyes on him. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. Part of him wanted to say something. Maybe make some sort of half-assed apology for what had transpired, but then there was the side of him that enjoyed it. That part of him didn’t want to say anything. He just wanted to live in that memory.
“What?” Connor asked as he dropped the two pieces of fish and the rod.
“Don’t fucking talk to me,” Jamie snapped.
“Don’t fucking look at me,” Connor argued back.
“Or what?”
Connor rolled his eyes. “Or nothing. I’m too tired to do this shit with you.”
Jamie swallowed. “Don’t dismiss me.”
Connor cut his eyes at him. “Why should I entertain you? We don’t like each other.”
“Maybe,” Jamie said softly. “Didn’t stop you from kissing me and touching me in places no guy should ever touch another guy.”
“Wow! What a way to showcase your homophobia, Robbie,” Connor warned.
Jamie took a beat. He hadn’t been called Robbie in forever. Connor used to call him that when they were friends once upon a time ago. For a second, he felt a glimmer of the way things used to be with them. The moment quickly faded.
“I haven’t heard someone call me that in a long time,” he confessed.
“I was the only person who used to call you that. You were my best friend, Jamie.” Connor’s voice carried the special feelings he’d been hiding from Jamie all those years.
For a minute or two, the silence between them stretched on. Jamie suddenly moved and peeled his shirt from his body. He tossed it across the beach. Connor’s eyes glowed as he took in the man’s defined torso. That smooth, cocoa brown body looked absolutely heavenly.
“What are you doing?” Connor asked. His voice was barely above a whisper.
“What’s it look like?” Jamie answered the question with a question.
He undid the button on his garments and let them fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them, and then finally came his underwear. His long member sprang forward. The erect piece of meat pointed at Connor.
Connor couldn’t help but lick his lips. The longer he stood there facing Jamie, the fewer questions he had about his sexuality. It seemed that desire and lust were giving him the unfiltered truth about himself. His baby blues sparkled like diamonds, and his cock grew inside his garments.
“Do you want me naked?” Connor asked almost nervously. He was afraid Jamie would say no. He couldn’t take a no.
Jamie delighted him when he nodded yes. Connor quickly began to undress. He pulled his garments down along with his underwear. His cock pointed downward. The blood pumped into it fiercely. It was already erect and turning angrier by the second. His two balls hung perfectly. They were full and ready to burst with days' worth of cum.
“What now?” Connor breathed.
“Ssh!” Jamie interjected as he placed his index finger to his soft, moist lips.
Connor completely obeyed Jamie’s command. It excited him to let Jamie take the lead. It made him feel wanted after everything they’d been through in the last several days. His cheeks turned red, and his body temperature rose.
Jamie approached the stud carefully. He allowed a bit of anticipation to build. Connor watched him as he moved with a bit of grace. Jamie placed his hand on the back of the man’s neck and pulled his face close. Jamie’s tongue swiped across those pretty lips.
Connor sighed heavily. His body was racked with nerves. The two men inched together, and they kissed. Jamie ran his hand down Connor’s smooth, muscled back. Their tongues slid inside each other’s mouths. They wrapped their arms around each other. Their erections poked against one another. Precum dripped from their slits. Excitement blended with denial.
Connor broke the kiss. As he pulled away, Jamie tried to lean in for more. However, Connor stopped him, and instead, he ran his tongue down Jamie’s chin and onto the middle of his neck. Jamie lifted his head back, and Connor began to suck on his neck. His pores opened, and Connor could taste his sweat. He sucked on his neck as if he were a thing from the undead. Jamie let out a seductive sigh.
Jamie wanted to take control. He slightly lowered his body. He kissed Connor’s chest, and then he came into contact with those perfect nipples. They were standing fully erect. He teased them with a bite, and he made an awed sound. Jamie flicked his tongue across them and watched as Connor’s flesh crawled. He took them in my mouth one by one. He sucked them like he was searching for milk and honey. Connor groaned and panted as he ran his hands across my arms and back.
Jamie whispered, “I want to... no, I need to do things to your body.”
Connor nodded his head and turned around. Jamie got his first up close and personal view of Connor’s bare ass. It was beautiful. It was perfectly shaped and dropped like a firm, muscled pale plum. Those thick thighs did an amazing job of holding up such a special piece of ass.
Connor got on his knees and then lay flat on his stomach in the sand. Jamie kneeled next to him and placed his hands on that bare, tight ass. Connor’s body flinched from the warmth of Jamie’s hands. The muscles in his globes felt defined and smooth. Jamie pried his tight cheeks apart and feasted his eyes upon that most sacred, hidden treasure. That tight, beautiful hole was revealed to Jamie. It looked absolutely perfect.
It was tiny and pink. There wasn’t a single trace of hair around it. The wrinkled flesh ached to be touched. It pulsed and winked in the most sensual and diabolical way ever. Connor wanted to be touched. He wanted his body explored. His sex drive had been working overtime. He needed to release what was pent up inside of him. The damn island was twisting their sexuality the longer they stayed there.
The sight drew Jamie in. He wanted to inhale it and taste it. He never knew an ass could be so tempting. The best view in the world was in front of him. His own cock ached. It throbbed with desire and the overwhelming need to release.
He took hold of his long, chocolate rod. The skin around his shaft burned sensually. The veins in his penis pulsed with his heartbeat. Jamie smeared the precum from his slit along his shaft. His cock glistened under the light of day. He carefully pressed the head of his cock against Connor’s rosebud.
Connor’s breath hitched in his throat. He could feel the pressure of Jamie’s mushroom against his opening. He’d never felt anything there before. Every muscle in his body clenched in fear and nerves. He swallowed hard as Jamie flattened his body on top of him. Suddenly, he could feel the small yet deliberate movements of Jamie’s body. The man was slowly grinding his hips and pelvis into Connor’s delicious body.
Jamie’s cock slid back and forth across Connor’s hole. Each time his cock brushed against the opening, Connor would let out a small moan. The sound of his moans turned Jamie on. He could feel that hole begin to puff from the friction. Connor’s body relaxed underneath him with each passing second.
“Oooh,” Connor moaned slightly louder.
Connor bit down on his lip. He didn’t like the way he sounded. Despite everything feeling better than he could have ever imagined, he didn’t want to sound less manly. He closed his eyes tightly.
It was as if Jamie knew Connor dreaded that moan.
“Don’t fight it,” Jamie encouraged him. “Let it out. I want to know it feels good to have my cock pressed against your ass.”
Jamie ground his cock harder into Connor. He pulled back the stud's golden curls and exposed his ear. Jamie rolled his long, wet tongue around the inside of Connor’s ear.
Connor couldn’t hold back. He let out the loudest, bitchest, and nastiest moan ever. Jamie smirked to himself. He felt completely satisfied.
“Who would have thought that all Connor McGill ever wanted in life was to be my little bitch,” Jamie whispered into his ear.
Connor quickly flipped over onto his back. Whatever lust-filled spell he had been under was broken. His eyes met Jamie’s. They were dark and menacing. Jamie bore a smug ass grin on his face.
“Look at you,” Jamie said as he wrapped his hand around Connor’s outrageously erect cock.
Connor moaned.
“You’re all hot and bothered,” Jamie continued as he stroked Connor’s fat cock. “You need to cum. Admit that you’re my little bitch for the rest of your life, and I’ll let you cum.”
Connor growled. “Fuck you!”
“No, but I think you really want me to fuck you,” Jamie retorted as he gave Connor’s cock a squeeze.
Connor groaned. Jamie had a strong hold on his cock. It’d been too many days since someone had touched his cock. The feel of another human being with their hands and warmth on his body made him ache. He needed the release. He wanted it badly. Everything in his screamed and cried for it.
“Come on, stud. Let me hear you say it. Tell me who your daddy is,” Jamie antagonized him and pleasured him at the same time.
Jamie opened his mouth and let a drop of saliva fall directly onto the head of Connor’s cock. He smeared it all over the man’s shaft.
Connor’s eyes rolled. He couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed. Jamie began to stroke his cock in a teasing manner. It was like a slow, meaningful, and purposeful death. His body strained under the man’s touch. He couldn’t fight it. He had to cave.
“Fuck,” he shouted. “You are. You’re my daddy, Jamie. I’m your fucking bitch now, please make me fucking cum!”
“Good boy,” Jamie replied as he slapped Connor’s erection.
Connor hissed.
Jamie stood up and backed away from him. Connor watched in confusion as the stud backed away. His eyes couldn’t help but see Jamie’s equally impressive erection as pointed out from his body.
“What…what’s happening…I need to cum.” Connor barely forced the words out coherently.
“Cum then,” Jamie said.
“You’re supposed to make me cum. That was the deal. I said what you asked of me,” Connor reminded him.
Jamie held up his index finger and wagged it back and forth. “Correction. I said I’d let you cum. Now you can. Just not with my help. I told you I’m not gay.”
“I fucking hate you, dude,” Connor gripped.
“We hate each other. That’s not news to anyone,” Jamie responded with a light chuckle.
Jamie turned and began to walk away. Connor called out to him.
“Why are you playing with me like this? My balls fucking ache.”
Jamie turned around. He glared into Connor’s eyes. They held each other’s gaze for a beat longer than they should have.
“Back home, in high school, on the damn yacht, and even for a moment here on this island, you have always walked around acting like you’re the big dick alpha and I was your subservient help,” Jamie began. “Not here. Not anymore. You are not the fucking alpha here. I am!”
“Are you serious right now? Look around, Jamie. It’s just us. You said it yourself. We are all we have here. Who are you trying to impress?
“ME,” he yelled. “I’m trying to impress myself,” his voice broke. “In two days, you had me questioning my sexuality. All of our lives, you have mind fucked and bullied people.”
“You were a fucking bully as well. We aren’t saints. The rules from the real world shouldn’t apply here. And for the record, you kissed me first, you asshole.”
“I know. I shouldn’t have done that,” Jamie admitted. “You admitted that you liked me, and I wanted to stupidly convince you otherwise.”
“Jamie, I don’t want to be alone on this island. I’ve been alone my whole life, man. Don’t make me go through this alone. Please.” Connor begged him as he struggled to hold back his tears.
Connor held his hand out. He was truly willing to put aside everything. He didn’t want to face the days that were coming alone. He wanted someone to fight the battle with.
Jamie stared at Connor’s hand. He knew they needed to stick together. He knew he needed to face the things that were bothering him if he wanted to survive. Jamie and Connor needed one another. The island boys needed to put away their games.
The games they could put away, but that growing physical attraction was something that neither one of them would be able to ignore for long!
TO BE CONTINUED
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