A story about a couple guys stuck on an island. What happens when straight guys aren't able to stay clothed - what conventions are broken? What happens when one learns that he loves mud?

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It's been two weeks since we've been stranded on this tropical island. Although tragedy brought both Kyle and I here, the shipwreck, we are very grateful to be alive. I think that we also both feel grateful that we get along so well, even though neither of us has mentioned it. We are both problem solvers and don't mind working hard. We've each had to work very hard over the past couple of weeks just to survive. We made a great shelter for ourselves right off the beach that's close to the tide pools where a lot of fish swim into, making it easier for us to catch our next meal. The island has also proven to provide several different fruits and even a couple of vegetables. I will say that I'm getting sick of fish, but I can't allow myself to go there. I have no idea how long the two of us will be stuck here. We already explored the island and realized that it's just the two of us. There are few mammals on the island, but not many.

The island sun feels so good on my skin each day and walking along the water feels like a piece of heaven. I've been wearing the same clothes for two weeks and they are starting to get very ratty. I then had the thought that this is probably my only set of clothes that I'll havemaybe for a very long time. I mean, there aren't many mammals to make any other clothes. Eventually, these clothes will get torn to shreads. If and when we get rescued, I really don't want to be buck naked - I'd like to be able to have some clothes to wear. The only other option is to walk around naked on the island in front of Kyle and that would probably make us both feel uncomfortable. I mean, he's the only other person that I have to talk to. If we get to feeling uncomfortable, that could be especially weird. I decided to think about it and to go explore the island a little more. Maybe there were some animals that we missed.

After a few hours of searching around and coming up empty handed, save for some new fruit trees that I found that I hadn't seen before, I came back to our shelter/hut. Once I reached the beach, I could see Kyle out in the water up to his knees and he wasn't wearing anything. It looked like he was looking around the water for something. Maybe fish? Maybe shells just to pass the time? Either way, he was naked and I wasn't sure that I was supposed to approach him. Just then, he saw me and came up to me out of the water smiling. "I found some starfish! They were always my favorite." He said, running in from the shallow waves never minding that his dick was flopping around right in front of me. It was really hard not to look down at it but I kept my focus on his eyes. Not knowing what to say, I replied "Cool."

"I hope it doesn't make you feel too uncomfortable that I'm naked. It's just that it's just the two of us and it's so warm out. It just feels good to let it all hang out, if you know what I mean."

"Actually" I started. "I was thinking that we only had one set of clothes anyway. I just came back from exploring more of the island and I'm not sure how we're going to get another set. We might need to preserve the set that we have as much as we can."

He thought for a moment. "HmmmI didn't even think of that. But, you're right. We should make some kind of protected box or something that we can keep them in for when we need them. Guess we'll just need to only wear them when we have to just in case we're here for a very long time.

Not having much else to do at the moment, we took some bamboo and twine that we had left over from making our hut and made a box. We then took clay and sealed it the best we could and let it bake in the sun to harden. We thought that it would hold under a storm if water got to the box. He then put his clothes in the box. I then took mine off and put them in, as well. There we were, two guys standing totally naked next to each other.

"Come on! Let's go out in the water. I want to try and find more starfish!" I followed him out the door to the beach. The warm sun felt great on my dick and ass. The cool breeze felt wonderful, as well. I felt a bit self conscious being naked in front of Kyle, but I'm not sure why. I suppose it's because I felt like I was SUPPOSED to feel self conscious. Guys weren't supposed to expose their 'junk' to each other. However, the locker room was supposed to be no big deal at the same time. I suppose that it was a huge inconsistency in our culture. Kyle obviously felt fine about being naked in front of me, which helped me to feel fine. While we were looking for starfish, I noticed that Kyle was starting to get a boner. It wasn't a big one or anything, just one of those that make your dick stick out a little bit. It made his dick bounce around all the more as he walked through the water. He acted like he didn't notice and I tried to, as well.

After finding a few starfish, we headed back to the sand. The sun was at its highest at this point and the day very hot. While we were walking, though, the most refreshing cool breeze blew from behind us and past us and through our legs. The cool sensation caused me to get a small boner of my own. As we walked, I felt the urge to draw attention away from my dick but drawing attention to it would have been worse. Once I was a little bit hard, my walking caused my dick to bounce a lot like Kyle's was in the water. This, unfortunately, caused my erection to only get bigger. It never got to the point where my dick was standing at full attention, but it was sticking straight out like a battering ram. At one point Kyle looked down and smiled a little bit then just kept walking and talking. At that moment, I felt an incredible sensation. I believe that it was absolute freedom. When it comes to being naked in front of other guys, my worst nightmare was to have a boner right in front of them and have them make fun of me. Well, here I was walking with my boner flopping around and Kyle sees it and doesn't flinch. He wasn't worried about it and neither was I going to be.

As the weeks moved on, though, the excitement waned. I think that I got used to being naked more than I got used to wearing clothes. I slowly began to forget that we were 'naked' as though the word naked didn't have any meaning to it at all.

The next month I never wore my clothes even once. Kyle did once or twice, perhaps just to feel a bit 'normal.' I, however, was enjoying my new freedom and was enjoying every moment of it. It was as though I was trying to make up for lost time - all those years that I spent feeling ashamed of my body. I especially felt good when I was naked around Kyle. It wasn't sexually exciting, but it was thrilling, none the less. After all, there I was, completely naked talking to another guy who was completely naked and it was ok. It was like I was breaking rules and rule breaking always felt good.

Sometimes, for whatever reason, one of us WOULD have a full boner where our dicks would be harder than a rock. I had seen Kyle's before I would let him see mine. He never seemed to mind it when it happened to him, although it did seem like it was distracting. I know that mine were distracting to me, as well. I then had the thought that it would be weird to avoid him always if I had a big boner because then when it DID finally happen in front of him, it would be awkward. I made the decision then to go for a walk down the beach a little ways as I often did. When I was out of sight, I worked my dick up a bit to a full boner and then headed back. On the way back, I tried to come up with a question that I could ask Kyleanything that would give me an excuse to be near Kyle with my boner.

I saw him coming out of the hut while I approached our shelter and asked "Feel like looking for starfish?" I put my hands on my hips to show that I didn't care and make sure that he could see my full boner, even though there was no way that he couldn't notice it as I walked up.

"Nah. Not really feeling it today." he replied. He seemed kind of down and then walked out towards the water. We each had different moments of melancholy having been here on the island for nearly three months. It was looking like we might be spending the rest of our lives here. And that was a sad thought. Although we got along and the island truly was a tropical paradise, it still wasn't civilization. There were so many things that we were missing.

That night the temperature noticeably dropped. It was the coldest night that we had experienced and we thought the it was time to take our clothes out and put them on. It was weird putting them on after so many weeks of not wearing anything. It felt like I was wearing a fitted blanket. It kept me warm and I was glad for it, even though it did feel a bit starchy stiff because of the salt water they had dried from being soaked in.

The morning's sun felt good and we each took off our clothes and put them away. When we did, though, we each looked at each other with a look that seemed to convey the same thoughtthere would be many cold nights and would our clothes be enough?

There would be many more days when I'd be near Kyle with a boner and it felt good, once again, to not have to hide it. There was one time when we each had a huge boner - both as stiff as a board. We saw each other and just gave out a chuckle. It felt good to acknowledge it without feeling self conscious. He even gave his hips a swivel to really cause his boner to slap his hips just to make a joke.

The next two months did prove to be be cooler and I remember the first night that we slept close next to each other for the sake of keeping warm. It was a bit awkward at first. Strangely, more for Kyle than it was for me. I think that by now all of my inhibitions were gone. It was Kyle's turn to grow a little in that area. That first night was a cold one and I remember us being closer than usual on our mats. I could feel the warmth coming off his body, which means that he could probably feel mine, as well. He rolled over and looked at me with a small look of concern. I just smiled and laid right behind him and put my arm around him. I tried to make it no big deal, even fun, in the same way that he helped me feel comfortable the first time I was naked in front of him. It seemed to work because he rolled over and went to sleep.

We slept like that each night, taking turns who was behind the other. The one who was in front always had the benefit of being warmer because of the arm that was over us. One morning I woke up before him but kept laying there because it always took me a while to fully wake up. It was that morning, after about a week of sleeping next to him, that I first felt his boner against my back. It was common knowledge that all guys wake up with a boner, but usually by the time it was morning, we had rolled away into separate positions away from each other. This particular night we had stayed close together throughout the night. And there I was, feeling his boner right up against me. I'm not sure how I felt about it. It was a startling thought and I immediately thought of him. I thought that he might feel uncomfortable if he knew that I knew. Then I stopped myself. I was always over thinking things which always led to insecurities. It wasn't long before he woke up. Once he realized the position we were in and that his boner was pressed up against my back, he got up quick and turned around. He was wearing his thin boat pants from the accident, but I could see his boner right through like a pup tent. He honestly tried to hide it, though I don't know what he was thinking. He was never ashamed of it before and now that it happened in such a natural way, it just didn't seem to be such a big deal.

Not knowing if it was a good idea or not, I got up as well and immediately took off all my clothes exposing my own boner to him so that he wouldn't feel awkward. After all, I'm a guy, too, and always get a boner the first thing in the morning. He took his clothes off as well, showing his boner starting to subside.

He was quiet most of the day and I took the time at about sunset to walk up to him to ask him some key questions about the day he didn't want to collect starfish and about that morning if he didn't want to lay next to each other to keep warm (even though I knew that there wasn't much of a choice with the latter.)

He was quiet for a moment, looking into the sunset as we sat there naked on the rocks as we often did. Finally, he spoke up "Do you ever think about sex?" It was such a strange question. I mean, of course I did. However, I think that I knew what he was getting at. We had been on that island for nearly three months and it was looking like we might be stuck there for the rest of our lives. We were both in our twenties and all we had was each otherno girls to have sex with. We had each taken different times to go on long walks alone to go and masturbate. I did it much more often the first few weeks because of the fear and stress that I felt at that time. We each knew that when we each went for these long walks that that was probably what we were each planning to do, but it wasn't exactly something that we talked about.

"Well, sure." I said. The truth was that I thought about it a lot. I was grateful that we got that boner stuff out of the way early on while on the island because there were times when I'd walk around with, what felt like, a constant boner. It was hard not to stroke myself. Sometimes I would grab myself, forgetting that I wasn't alone. It was easy at times to feel like you were alone on that island, even with Kyle standing right next to you. I caught him a few times, too, giving his a dick a quick stroke when it was semi erect.

"I'm just not sure that I'm prepared to spend the rest of my life never having sex." He said, looking down.

It was a thought that wasn't new, but it seemed new at that moment. He just came out and said it for both of us to face at that moment. I'm not sure I was ready to face it, myself, at least not right then. But, there it was anyway.

"What I would give for even a hand job" he finally said to break the silence. We both gave an embarrassed chuckle. Then more silence. It was during this silence that I thought about what he said. Was he asking me to give him a hand job or was I just reading too much into a comment the way that I always did? Still, it got me thinking. It wasn't like the two of us were in love, or anything. We had learned to walk around with boners and not be phased. We learned to sleep next to each other to keep warm, even with a big boner right in my back. At this point, what was the difference if I used my hand to jack him off. I suppose, if you think about it from a certain perspective, I was just doing him a favor.

In a stroke of boldness, I slowly moved my hand over between his legs while I kept my gaze fixed on the sunset. He was already staring straight into the sunset when he felt my hand hold onto his limp dick. I could tell in my peripheral vision that he gave me a glance, but I kept my gaze forward. He then looked forward, as well, never removing my hand. I began to play with it a little until I could feel it begin to fill with blood. As he was getting hard in my hand, out of the corner of my eye I could see him recline a little so that he might enjoy it more. I could see now that he was cool with what I was doing. I couldn't believe, though, that I was cool with what I was doing! Still, I kept it natural and kept fondling and stroking until he had a full boner.

Now came the interesting part

I didn't figure on what would come now. I would have to vigorously stroke his dick if he was actually to cum. There was also the chance that because it was a 'new' experience for both of us that he might take a while to 'get there.' I couldn't give him a good stroke while I gazed away and was forced to look over at his boner and balls. By this time, Kyle was leaning back fully with his eyes closed, no doubt envisioning that he was with someone elseat least I hoped that he was.

I moved my hand up and down his dick, slowly at first, feeling his thick black pubes on my hand each time my stroke hit his lower stomach and groin. It was interesting looking at his dick. I was never able to fully look at another guy's dick before. After all, you're not supposed to stare. Even though Kyle and I had felt comfortable around each other, I can't say that either of us every really got a good look at each other's dicks before. I was a bit fascinated by this opportunity and took the time to indulge myself a little. I ran my palm over the head a couple of times, his precum making it easy to slide my hand around. This made Kyle jerk up in quick ecstasy each time. This made me want to do it more so that he was really enjoying himself. After all, if I was going to do it, I wanted to really give him a good time. Maybe it was the over achiever in me, I don't know, but I took it as personal pride to make sure that he enjoyed what I was doing.

After a few minutes of this, I braced myself with my other arm and on that rock I began to really stroke his dick hard. It was a work-out, but I stroked faster and faster until I could tell by his panting that he was close. At that moment, I made sure that I didn't stop so that he could keep the thought. In one big explosion, he let out his cum and it shot at least a foot into the air and all over my hand and on his chest. I didn't stop until I knew that he was done cumming. Even then, it only slowed me down as I continued to stroke as I knew that that was something that I always liked. I then gave my hand a once over right across the top of his head and that really made him jerk up in surprise.

"Whoa! Oh my god!" he yelled out, laughing and thrust his head back to look at the stars now that the sun had fully set. I, however, was just looking for a place to wipe the cum off my hand. I didn't know where to wipe it because neither of us were wearing any clothes. I finally just decided to wipe my hands on his stomach in one quick movement. I stood up, needing to stretch a little from sitting in that position for so long. As I stood there, looking up at the stars, I could sense that he was looking up at me when he said "Man, I owe you one."

We then each ran down to the water and washed off. It was colder water as the nights were now much colder. On that rock we hadn't realized that it was indeed cold and we found ourselves shivering as we headed back to our hut. We were both exhausted and had no problem falling right to sleep.

The next morning I woke up first and got up to stand by the ocean. I turned around to see Kyle sleeping soundly as I headed out of the hut. It was as though it was the first good night's sleep he had in years. I grew to love the sound of the ocean ever so much more on that island. After about 30 minutes, Kyle had come up behind me and looked out on the waves with me.

We stood there for a good 15 minutes before he broke the silence. "You know, you really didn't have to do that. I wasn't asking you to do it."

"I know." I said, not sure if I was telling the truth. I was still on the fence with that one. "I was doing what a friend would do, nothing more."

"Sonothing weird then?" he said sheepishly.

"Not on my end." I wasn't sure why, but by then I had completely justified it.

"I don't know." He started. "Maybe I WAS asking? I justit's just so hard to keep my hopes up. I've just been feeling so hopeless lately, like there's nothing to look forward to."

"Well, it wasn't your hopes that were up last night." I said, trying to make a joke. He laughed out loud on that one, actually much harder than I was anticipating for such a lame joke.

"I meant what I said, you knowabout owing you one." He said. I wasn't entirely sure of what he meant at the time. It wasn't like I could borrow money or he'd help me move or something. "Name the time and I'll do it for you."

He was clearly feeling grateful for last night. It must have meant a lot more to him than I realized. He had a look of eagerness as though I needed to tell him right then when I wanted him to give me a hand job, too. It was awkward which caused me to blurt out something that I wasn't in agreement with myself over "Ok, show me what you got."

He smiled big in gratitude as though he were grateful to be able to pay back a heavy debt that was weighing on him.

The sun was coming out higher and the day was already getting warmer. The 'winter' months are shorter here and we both realized that we might be in for warmer weather again.

We walked over to some soft rocks where I took a seat. He sat next to me and took no time to grab my soft dick. It took me aback at first because his hands were cold. He saw my reaction and apologized and warmed his hands first by breathing on them. Then, he grabbed me once more and began to fondle me. Not knowing really what to do, I laid back the way that he did and tried to enjoy it. It didn't take much for me to get hard, I've always been quick to get a boner. As he slowly stroked me, he said "I'm going to totally make you feel awesome. A girl did this for me once" and with that he used his hands to spread my legs further apart. They were apart enough so that I could slightly feel an occasional breeze come up between my legs. As I laid there with my eyes shut, feeling his now warm hand stroke my dick, I felt his fingers on his other hand begin to massage that space between my balls and my hole. My gosh, that felt incredible. He massaged it more and more, every once in a while asking me if I felt good. I could only moan in agreement when he did. Then, I felt his middle finger push right up into my hole and I thought that I was going to cum right then and there. His finger didn't go far, just far enough to still massage that space, but from the inside. He chuckled a little, proud that he was returning the favor in good form. He then began to really stroke me and it wasn't long before I came. It felt SO much better when someone else did it than when I masturbated. I didn't want it to end, it felt so amazing. I couldn't help but yell out my moans, and I did. That just made him stroke more and more until I had to jerk his hand away from over sensation. He gladly stopped and sat there with a huge smile on his face. "Felt awesome, right?"

He then got up and ran right out into the water. I thought for a moment, then got up just as quickly and ran there with him. We both splashed each other and wrestled each other in the water as we washed off, each trying to push each other's heads under the water in fun.

Our 'working relationship' turned a corner on that day. It was just the two of us and it was shaping up to be always only the two of us and we tried to take care of each other in whatever way we could. On that day we discovered a way that really encouraged both of us and kept smiles on our faces. We took comfort in knowing that just as nobody knew that we walked around with boners bouncing about each day, nobody knew that we serviced each other, as well.

We took turns from that day on, jacking each other off. It was daily at first, then every other day. We had fun trying to come up with different things to add to the experience, but it wasn't long before we weren't necessarily bored with it, but we weren't as excited about it, either. We tried to jack each other off at the same time once, but that didn't really work for us. We couldn't get comfortable enough typically. Other times we'd have cumming races - we each masturbate as fast as we could to see which one would cum first.

One particularly hot morning I was feeling punchy and asked Kyle if he wanted to play a game. We had pretty much exhausted several different games that we came up with on the island and were always on the look out for something new. I wasn't exactly sure what I had in mind but I told him to follow me inland a ways, which he did. He asked where we were going, but I didn't say anything. Finally we reached a swampy space near some standing water. We typically got our clay here, when we needed it, which wasn't often. I then walked right out into the middle of it. I sank down somewhere right in between my ankle and my knee in the cool mud. It felt really good because it was so hot out that day. I motioned Kyle to meet me in the middle of mud and he did, smiling. He reached down and scooped up some mud in his hands as walked toward me, not knowing what to do with it, just wanting to hold it I guess.

"Let's wrestle." I said "The goal is to try and get the other person's head under the mud."

"Alright. That would be you, you know that don't you?" He said back smiling. We were both pretty muscular and lean by this point in our stay on the island. The hard work and clean eating left us with very fit bodies. We were both strong and we both knew it. He walked up to me and took the mud in his hand and smeared it right in my face. I didn't move as though it needed to happen in order for us to have a 'reason' to wrestle. I then knelt down and picked up two handfuls of mud and returned the favor with one hand of mud in the face and the other on his dick. He stood there and laughed.

When it came time to start wrestling, though, he crouched down into a wrestling stance. He obviously was a wrestler. This I didn't know. I was not a wrestler. This he knew immediately. I dove at him and it started. It wasn't 10 seconds before he had my head pushed right down through the thick, gooey cold mud. It wasn't his strength, it was his technique. "I wrestled in high school." he said as I tried to stand up and wipe the mud off my face and away from my head.

"I dare you to try that again" but before I could say any more, he was on me again, this time I was on my back. He used his hand on my face to push my head back into the mud. The truth was I was really enjoying it. It felt like I was breaking another rule. Back home, you're never supposed to get dirty. Well, the name of this game is TO get dirtyand I was covered in mud, every square inch. He wasn't so much, but that didn't really bother me much at the time.

At first I just laid there, acknowledging my defeat and future defeats. We needed to obviously change the game because it wasn't fun for either of us.

"Who's stronger?" he said playfully, ready for me to get up and go again.

"I am, but you're the better wrestler." I said.

"Oh, yeah?" and with that he came and stood over me while I still laid there. I knew that if I tried to stand up, he'd just have me back on my back in a matter of seconds. His next move instead was to plop a bunch of mud right on my face as he stood over me. He then knelt down and sat down bare ass right on my face. I squirmed, but he held me down. As I laid there in the mud, I could feel his ass cheeks slipping and sliding across my face through all of the mud. Sometimes my nose would fit right inside his hole. When that happened, he would give a jiggle just so that I knew he knew he was on top. It was strangely arousing. Just when I thought I was going to pass out from not breathing, he got up and lifted me out of the mud so that I could stand. I stood there covered in thick mud with a huge boner.

"So, you liked that, did you?" he said. "Let me try."

With that he laid on his back in the mud the way that I was. I walked over to him and scooped up a bunch of mud and caked it all over my ass. He just laughed. Then I scooped up some more and plopped it on his face the way that he did mine. Without waiting, I knelt down and sat right down on his face. I moved my ass all over his face. He moved his face around as well as though to help with the smearing. I finally got up so that he could breathe.

"Well, that was interesting" was all he said. Then, "Race you to the beach" and with that he got up and began his run back. I was right behind him and we both headed right into the water and reached it at the same time. I dove in head first and cleaned off first. That was a such a great day.

The next month was interesting. You might say that it was the month of change. We were starting to get sick of eating the same fish and fruits every day, no matter how we fixed them. We began seeking out new kinds of sea life to eat. Sea urchins were added to our menu as well as a particular kind of crab that only lived in a hard to reach cove, far from our hut. I wasn't particularly fond of the urchin, but different was good.