It barely cooled down in the nights on the Island. (Didn’t know the name, did not care enough to ask. Ergo, Island it was.) Though since the sun was gone, it was much more bearable. The wind also seemed to pick up somewhat that night as the four of us sat around a campfire.
The fire chortled and sighed as Axel added another log. Eduardo sat stretching his long legs opposite Axel, eyes lost in the depths of the fire, in a memory only he was privy to. Grant and I sat beside him. Grant was behind me, my head on his chest in between his meaty pecs. My face was turned a bit so my lips could reach his right nipple. I periodically sucked on it, the sweat, and his natural scent surrounding my senses, calming my turbulent thoughts, keeping the demons outside the circumference of the firelight. This was something that calmed me, this kind of suction. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the puckered areola as I simultaneously wet it with my spit and sucked on it. Call it Freudian, call it Jungian, all I know is that it reaches that part of me that most others could not.
The fact that I found it with Grant when I have only ever experienced this particular creature's comfort with only one other person (WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT HIM) was something that I would kinda always be grateful for. Especially for finding someone at this remote place, at this job so quaint and other.
After he was with the fire, Axel reached into the pot of broth slowly being cooked over the fire. Tall, blonde, built like the Romans of old, Axel was the American next door personified. Well, he would be if he was not also the kindest person I’ve ever met. Who apparently could also cook a mean chicken stew. He was living proof that God did have her favorites.
(Of course when counting his other . . . proclivities, I am less seldom certain of that particular sentiment.)
He stirred the stew slowly, the delicious aroma of it effervescent in the otherwise quiet night air.
It was Eduardo who broke the silence. ‘Found something whilst I was out building the pier.’
We all looked over to him as he produced what looked like an old parchment from somewhere nearby. With olive skin, black hair that fell to his shoulders, and a build that clearly indicated the kind of outdoorsy person he was, Eduardo is an enigma. We knew little about him, as he talked so little. But well, we did not know about his particular brand of proclivities. I am still unsure as to why he had chosen to share that, though I guess if he were to fulfill his desires as we all were doing, he had to be forthcoming about it. And I can’t say that I particularly care about it personally, though thankfully Axel was always there to fulfill it. Cannot deny it is hot though, watching the two of them as they danced deep into the night our second night here.
The parchment was thick, crusty. Clearly something that had been produced quite a while ago, judging by its condition. I sat up, Grant’s hands coming to rest on my hips, one hand going inside to rest against my flaccid cock, whilst the other looped through one of the belt hoops. I melted a bit more into him as he began fondling my dick. Not to arouse, not yet. But a claim, a mark of belonging.
Axel came over to our side, squatting down beside us with the scroll. He sniffed the air, once, twice, before his lips curved into a sardonic grin. ‘Guess someone’s got their tap water shower today. What? Decided to forgo another bath?’
Grant hid his smile against my nape as I flashed my teeth at him. ‘Why? Ya complaining?’
His smile grew more roguish. ‘Nah, just pointing out the reservoir that I have been curdling all day just for you. A special delivery for me sweetheart.’ He finished the sentence with a hand cupping his cocks through his loose shorts. In doing so he exposed the head of his dick as it poked out of the short’s end. When people say booty shorts, I guess this is what they mean. It could also be just cuz Axel had a big dick. Like, he was a shower kind of big.
I smiled at both his acceptance and his eagerness to participate. That was one of the things that I loved best about these three men: they accepted almost anything that was not in the bumfuck of wrong (re: pedophiles and rapists), and also explicitly were consent first people. Those were a rare commodity in this day and age. And I find that I want him to mark me that way too. I knew Grant would not mind. As long as I ended up in his arms by the end, I knew he would be completely fine with it. That was one of Grant’s things: knowing that the person being taken in front of him, belonged to him in the end.
Here now, though, Axel finally opened up the parchment as Eduardo joined us on our other side. The light from the campfire flickered, embers raining sparks down as the lettering inside came into view. As far as I could tell, from my knowledge garnered from books and tv shows and games, it appeared to be in Latin, with some words that I could perceive. Words like Mors, and Memento Mori. Those were commonplace in today’s world, so identifying them was a non-sequitor. It was all the rest that was mystifying.
‘These,’ Eduardo said, pointing to the bottom right where three strange sigils were drawn into a triangular shape, ‘are something that I am the most intrigued about. I do not know why but they really look familiar to me. It’s like when you cannot remember a word but you still remember its vibe, its structure, can imagine in your mind’s eyes how the word looks and feels like . . . yeah, these symbols make me feel like that.’
‘I think I get what you mean,’ Axel said, getting up from where he was perusing the parchment to stir the pot. ‘It feels weighty. Heavy. Bogged down by something ephemeral. Something dark, void of light. But not in a sad or fearful way. It is almost . . .’
‘Pleasure,’ Grant said from behind me, voice vibrating his rib cage. His hand had unconsciously tightened a bit on my half hard cock. The bulge was now visible through the jeans where it tented, the buttons undone, the chain half down. My pubes were visible through the gap where Grant’s hand had disappeared. I looked up to find Eduardo’s gaze slip to Grant’s hand as he spoke. ‘It almost feels like incandescent pleasure.’
And yes, that is exactly what it felt like when I saw those symbols. A burst of lust so dark and deep it penetrated through me, stirring my loins, making my heart skip a bit.
With my eyes still on Eduardo, I shifted so my jeans came down a little, the zipper falling open completely now. Grant’s hand was a slow burn on my aching cock, as he got the silent message and gave it a thorough tug, before withdrawing his hands a bit.
I could feel Axel looking now too from where he stirred the stew. I looked towards him to see one of his hands was already down his pants, the act so open and salacious. It made me chub up a bit more at the raw arousal his body exuded. ‘Dinner will be done in about 15 minutes,’ he said with another half smile.
And I guess those words itself were a sort of spell that took hold of us. Grant bit my earlobe as Eduardo slowly crawled towards us. His body was sinuous, the firelight brandishing his skins in a caramel hue. He was sin incarnate. And he ignored me completely as he bypassed my head and smacked his lips against Grant’s.
With the way Grant’s hand jerked for a second it was clear that he was surprised by this as much as I was. But he got over it quickly and continued his ministrations on my dick. I looked at Axel watching us. And then just as he dropped his shorts to fully bare himself, I turned my head, and still maintaining eye contact, latched onto Eduardo’s left nipple.
My nose was inches from his armpit, and I tilted my head a bit. Getting the message, Eduardo wrapped his hand on Grant’s neck, pushing my nose right into his armpit. The hairs of his armpit was coarse, rough from the day’s sweat and full of his musk. Fortunately perfumes weren’t really a thing that was prioritized by our overseers.
What was in front of my nose was pure man musk, accumulated over a day of working on the outdoors.
I was in heaven from the aroma. It was faintly salty, a kind of musk that had an earthy undertone. Coupled that with the sweat I sucked out of his nipples as I hungrily lapped at it, and I was afraid I’d come just from these sensations alone. Before I could though, Eduardo detached himself from Grant, pushing me back into him with a hand on my chest.
I cried out in protest but was soon satisfied once again as Grant nudged me gently to get me under his arms, caging me in. Eduardo might have smelt and tasted like heaven, but Grant was my own personal Valhalla.
Eduardo got up. His jeans tented obscenely where he was hard. Giving it a couple of tugs, he turned around. Apparently Axel already knew what was gonna come next.
As I looked around Eduardo I saw Axel kneeling on the sand, his chest to the ground, his ass up in the air. His right hand’s two fingers were already inside his asshole, stretching it open as he waited for his reward. Eduardo did not waste much time getting rid of his pants. His cock shot upwards, sweat and precum making it shiny as the light of the campfire glinted off the veiny shaft.
His walk was predatory in nature, full of cocky assuredness that was earned through years of practice. As he approached where Axel lay, he asked, ‘Have ya been a good boy for daddy?’
Axel’s voice was a bit muffled but I could still hear clearly when he said, ‘I did not clean up inside there at all after the morning. It is ready for absolution, daddy.’
Fuck. It might not be something I was personally into, but hearing Axel begging ‘daddy’ to fuck his shit covered ass like a boy asking his dad for a lollipop after doing a good job . . .
My jeans was down my knees already, my hard cock being slowly jerked off by Grant. I reached around an unsteady hand, my entire body shaking with unreleased desire. But Grant grunted, shifted forward so that we were conjoined with nary an inch of space between us. ‘No,’ he growled near my ear, his hand and arm tightening, pushing more of his armpit almost into my mouth whilst simultaneously applying enough pressure on the bundle of nerves at the apex of my cock to make me see stars. ‘When I come, baby,’ Grant said, ‘it’ll be inside you. And I’ll make sure to use my piss as lube. Nothing else.’
I whimpered, my mind almost blind with all the stimuli surrounding my senses.
Grant’s hands, our sweat coating us like a second skin, mixing in with the piss I had not showered off from earlier in the day, the animalistic growl that came from deep within Eduardo’s chest at the taste and smell of Axel’s ass as he ate him out, the raw pleasure that suffused all of us, Grant’s promise --
When Eduardo finally got up to breathe, his chin and mouth was a dashed brown glinting in the sweat and saliva mixed therein. His eyes were hard, dark, something ungodly taking over his demeanour. His dick was a hammer, curved, veined. A solid scepter to breach the very air in two.
I was on the verge already, and when Eduardo shifted to his knees and drove his hips forwards, his spit and Axel’s various other sediments inside his ass acting as a makeshift lube, reaching homebase on the first strike, it was too much.
‘Grant,’ I begged, pleaded. I latched like a hungry child onto whatever I could reach. The veritable feast that was his sweat and hair and hard nipples, meaty pec. The delectable aroma I breathed and took inside of me like holy water. The more potent aroma of where Eduardo and Axel was joined as he slowly withdrew before pistoning back in, his dick coated in brown sludge and ass juice - spit and grit and determination.
‘Grant, please.’ But Grant was unmoving, his hand on my dick a vice as he pinched the base of my cock, cutting off the circulation, making me cry out in pain-pleasure. ‘Not yet,’ he said, his teeth on my neck, his eyes fixed on the spectacle in front of us. ‘Look at him, babe. Look at the way he fucks Axel, at the sweat that drops from him on Axel’s back. Look at the way Axel is giving himself -- everything of him belongs to Eduardo now.’
Eduardo was really gone now as he lowered himself fully on Axel, dropping them both flat on the ground. From where we sat, we had a front row seat to where his cock disappeared into Axel’s shitty hole, his balls thumping each time he fully bottomed out.
Eduardo brought one of his hands down, making sure Axel’s cock was now fully at the downward angle. He canted his hips, paused, collected whatever was coating his own dick, and used that as lube to jerk off Axel’s cock. Axel’s cries were muffled a second later by his other hand coming up and putting his entire face at his armpit’s mercy.
‘FUCK!’ I said as I watched him jerk off Axel’s cock at such an odd angel whilst simultaneously fucking the literal shit out of him. And since Axel was basically laid flat on the ground, the juxtaposition of seeing only a quarter of his body with his dick between his stretched legs as Eduardo’s balls hit his cockhead on every downward stroke –
Grant resumed his stroking on my cock. His words were whispered nectar right into my ear as he described in vivid details what was already going on in front of my eyes – the combination of visual and auditory stimulation along with the slight choke his arms had on my windpipe –
‘Motherfucker!’
‘FUCKING HELL PLEASEEEEE!!!!!’
Both Axel and I cried out at the same time, he louder than me since I was still being choked whilst he’d been allowed to breathe now. But it did not matter. The cum that came out of my dick painted me up to my face with a few shots going behind my head onto Grant’s eyes and lips. My vision narrowed, tunneling. Snapshots of visual input was almost a flaccid reaction, a last ditch attempt of my half open eyes to be able to focus on anything. But I did not need to try.
Because Grant did not let up on my still hard cock, milking me for all I was worth as he continued to describe the scene: ‘Axel’s cock is covered in his own shit and cum, sweetheart. And I think, yes, Eduardo is almost there. Look at the way the light makes his ass almost clap together, and fucking hell, I can see his taint tightening, his motions are hurried now, baby. He’s almost there.’
The roar of pleasure came an instance later as Eduardo slid home, the sound of flesh meeting flesh a harmonious echo of pleasure.
‘Fucking hell, baby. His dick, Axel’s ass . . . FUCK!’
It would seem it was too much for even Grant but I got the picture. And with the image of Eduardo’s shit and semen covered dick still fucking Axel where he lay trapped with his cock between his legs as it shot out cum, with Grant’s armpits suffusing my nose and mouse and tongue and taste, with his hand now using my own cum on my dick as he took me for everything I was worth, even as i thrashed and writhed with the pain of the pleasure overtaking me –
I let the night carry me out towards the Great White as my consciousness fled onto that plain above, as I reached sensory overload.
The last thing I remembered was Grant saying, ‘You’re beautiful, sweetheart, let go now,’ as he gave one final hard tug on my dick, using his thumb now to brush the oversensitive cockhead. My body gave one last jolt, and with the sound and smell of the three of them as Eduardo and Axel came to join us, I finally drifted off to oblivion.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
