Gay Erotic Stories

ISLAND DREAM They had no Idea how it happened. All they knew was that the ship went down damn fast. Everything went with it. They managed to get the crew of a few hundred onto separate life boats, and a few packs of necessary gear. They all began to paddle south, but a terrible storm scattered the life boats all about the sea. Jon was aboard number 12. Their crew consisted mostly of pleabes, and a few officers. They landed a day and a half later on a small tropical island. There were two rivers running through spilling into the ocean, and it was full of lush foliage and tropical plants. The men were scared but extremely relieved to find that they managed to land on a spot as nice as this. There were large coconut and mango trees, yielding plenty of food. There were other edible fruits. The island seemed to be perfect for survival. A small crew was gathered to scout out the island and find a suitable place to set up a shelter. The rest gathered at the stream to talk and decide what to do. After a few hours, the group returned and said that there was a good location about fifteen minutes along the coast to the right. They all wandered on the hot sand, and many stripped of their whites revealing perfectly chiseled chests with massive pecs and well defined abs from the rough military training. They arrived at the location (at the head of a stream) and began to search for fallen branches to make a shelter. All of them worked hard into the evening, and by morning a sturdy structure was created providing refuge from the sun protection from the hard rains. They coated the roof with palm leaves, and lashed the logs together with torn up uniforms. Everyone was fairly satisfied, but yet scared. The radio that was in the bottom of the pack was waterlogged, and they had no idea of where they were. The map was ok, but the compass was broken during the storm. While the officers attempted to make sense of where they were, the men swam and bathed, ate fruits and had a leisurely time. The military discipline was not as heavily enforced, so they were free to roam from about eight in the morning to eight at night. During the off times they grouped and decided on plans for the next day. A few weeks passed, and nothing had gone wrong. They still were unable to get a radio signal, but all else was going perfectly smoothly. The only problem was, there were no women. All the men were itching their cocks and dreaming of firm breasts and warm pussy their wives and girlfriends had waiting at home. Everyone was in the same boat. One day Jon (a pleabe) took off into the forest with his friend Nick to find a good place to relieve themselves. They found two nice clearings deep in the woods, and each went their separate ways. At first. Jon pulled off his pants - now ripped shorts - and pulled his cock to a lengthy 8 inches. He stroked and stroked, and finally he began to fell the surge of semen flow up his cock. He inserted his finger into his ass and shot the largest load of cum he'd ever seen onto the facing tree. He smiled, and pulled up his pants feeling very relaxed. He walked over to where Nick was, thinking he was already done, and accidentally saw his friend wanking it onto a bush. "Oh Shit. Sorry." He said as he turned his back. "No problem. We're all guys here anyway." Nick replied. "Yeah." The two of them continued to go to their spots every day, or however often they could, and jack off. Eventually they got tired of just jackin'. Something wierd was happening to all the guys on the island. They were going sex crazy. Every man in his off seconds was jacking off in the bushes. The clearings Jon and Nick used, however, were undisturbed. This day Nick was acting extraordinarily wierd. He didn't stop at his clearing like he usually did, but followed Jon to his location. When they arrived, Nick slapped his hand over Jon's mouth and told him not to make a sound. "I'm sure you feel the same way I do. Bot gettin' pussy and all. But now I gotta get relief. I have a knife in my pocket, and if you make a sound, I'll cut your throat." He said very quietly. Jon was astonished but said nothing. "I want you to suck my cock, big boy." He said. Jon smiled underneath the hand. He was gay and always wanted to get it on with nick. He just had no idea that Nick was just as willing. "Whatever you say sailor." He smiled and yanked Nicks shorts off. He quietly dove down on his cock and began to suck like a crazed maniac. He deep-throated him, and Nick started to fuck his face. Eventually the moans got louder and Nick shot a large load of cum into Jon's throat. He swallowed greedily. "Thanks. You want me to return the favor?" Nick asked. Jon was dumbfounded. He just thought Nick was a fuckin' horny strait guy. He had no idea... "Sure. If you're up to it." "Fuck yeah." And Nick tore off Jon's pants with one hand. He slammed his mouth down on his cock and his nose was touching his pubic hair. He moved his hands up to Jon's ass and inserted one finger slowly. Jon was so horny he shot his load within a few seconds, and was surprised to see that Nick was willing to down his white jizm. They both felt much better, and they returned to camp. What they saw when they arrived startled them. The two c/o's were fucking in the shelter. It was the wierdest thing they had ever seen, and they thought they were dreaming, but as they scanned the beach with their eyes, all the soldiers were sucking, fucking, and tonguing each other. Jon grabbed Nicks hand and pulled him over to the shore. They saw more seamen fucking in the shallow water, and sucking each other off in the rocks. Neither of them could believe their eyes. It was as if all of a sudden the whole crew had gotten a gay virus, only this virus wasn't a bad one. The two lovers smiled at each other, and began to remove their clothing once again. Jon pushed nick onto the sand and placed his knees on his shoulders. He spat on his hands and on Nick's asshole, and inserted one finger. Then as he loosened up, a second finger and a third finger went into the warm and waiting rectum. Jon took out his fingers. "You ready?" he asked. "Only if you are." And with that Jon plunged his eight inch cock halfway into Nick's ass. He groaned, and then told him to go for it. Jon pushed his dick all the way into his asshole, letting it remain until Nick got used to the feeling. After a few seconds, he pulled out and rammed back in again, sending pain shooting all throughout Nick's body. He cried a little, but the pleasure began to seep in. Everything faded, and Jon started thrusting his pelvis back and forth as hard as he could. He sped his movements, and bent forward to kiss Nick. All of a sudden Jon felt a finger at his opening. He stopped his movements, and looked back. It was another pleabe named Steve. He was perfectly built, probably the hottest out of the whole crew. He pushed his head into Jon's waiting ass, and then began to fuck him with such strength the movements made Jon fuck Nick at the same time. The three of them were sweating, and Nick was the first to shoot. His cock spurted a load of hot jizm over Jon's head and onto Steve. The second one hit Jon's forehead, and the third into his waiting mouth. Then Jon began to shoot. He pulled out and stuck his cock into Nick's open mouth. He poured what seemed like a quart of jizm into his mouth, and then he felt Steve explode inside of him. He pumped his semen into his guts, and then drew his dick out and Jon sucked the remaining juice off of it. As the weeks went on, the men never lost their horniness. Everyone walked around naked. Razors were made from sharp basalt rock, and everyone was required to shave their body and pubic hair once every four days. Programs were set up for the slightly out-of-shape sailors so they could acquire a well defined body like their colleagues, and everyone was happy. The end. Temporarily.