(The following is the second part to the story that I THOUGHT was included with my first blog post - sorry about that, folks )

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We also began to get bored with other things, as welleven our own company. We spent more time alone during this month, tired of each other's company a bit. It gave us more time to think, as well. We thought about the dreams we had before we were on the island. But not for long. That often brought depression.

Toward the end of the month, Kyle said bluntly "Want me to jack you off?" He said it almost in a who-cares way, as though it was no big deal any more, like taking out the trash back at home.

"Nah, I'm good." I lied. It had been weeks since we helped each other out in that way I could really use the release. I was masturbating myself these past few weeks, but it just wasn't the same as when he did it.

"Oh, come onit's been weeks. You want it like I want it." He said half smiling this time. So there it was, HE wanted it so he was going to do me first. I knew from experience that it wouldn't take long for me to 'get into it' so I said ok. Besides, he would have just asked again later, anyway.

"Lay on your back." he said as though he had something planned. We had come up with so many different versions of a hand job over the past several weeks that I can't imagine what he could have planned that we hadn't already tried and gotten bored with. Still, I did what he said and laid back to enjoy what was to come.

He slowly began to stroke me as he always had done before, but a little more slowly this time, as though he were thinking about somethingconsidering something. Once I had my full boner, he stopped for a moment, but only a moment. Just then I felt something warm and soft totally engulf my boner. When I lifted my head, I saw his head pressed down against me and my dick completely in his mouth. I would have said something, but it felt so good that I didn't want to interrupt him. I'm not sure what possessed him to do it, but it felt great and I was rolling with it. He worked my dick in his mouth in all kinds of ways, using his hand again when he needed to come up for air. Back and forth he went between his hand and his mouth until I told him I was about to cum so that he would get his face out of the way. I screamed like I did that first time on the rock and shot my cum high into the air because it had been a while. He stopped and I just laid there.

"Dude, where did that come from?" was all I could come up with.

"How did it feel?" he said with almost a longing tone.

"Well, to be honest, it felt awesome. It's been a long time since I had a blow job. The truth was that I never had a blow job before, I just didn't want him to know that.

"I just figured that we had used our hands before for so long, it was getting stale, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah," I said, not really knowing WHAT to say. The thought then came to me that he might want me to do that for him. He was that way. He was always dropping hints about those things rather than just coming right out and telling me. "Is that what YOU want, then?" I finally just said it.

"Well" he said sheepishly. "I'd understand if you weren't up for that. You've been so cool about it in the past, I'm not going to make you do anything. It was just something that I was willing to do at that momentsomething that I was thinking about."

I thought for a moment, then said "What was it like?"

"It wasn't that bad. I mean, it's not like being with a girl, or anything. I guess I was just imagining someone else doing to me what I was doing to you."

That was a new thought for me. Using my hand on him was no big deal because it always seemed like we were a million miles apart from each other. Sucking another guy's dick required a lot more intimacy than we had ever had before. I think that that was what we were missing. "I'll try it, if you want."

"That would be so cool" he said, almost relieved at my response.

"Let's do it" I said as I motioned for him to lay back, which he did eagerly. I grabbed his dick in my hands and began to work it. He got a boner much faster than usual, probably because he was imagining what was coming. When his dick was totally hard, I bent over and licked my lips. I opened my mouth as big as I could, because his dick was pretty big compared to mine. I think mine was average, but his seemed to be extra thick. At any rate, I licked the top of his dick once, then twice. He moaned and I could feel the pulsing of his dick in my mouth as I moved down the shaft, fitting as much of it in my mouth as I could. I moved up and down, slowly at first, then much faster. I really didn't know what to do so I just used my tongue in creative ways as best as I could while moving up and down his dick. A couple of times I tried to see how far down I could shove his dick down my throat, until my nose got tangled up in his pubes. I then had to come up for air because it would sometimes trigger a gagging reflex. Not knowing what else to do, I just began doing what he did, alternating from my mouth to my hand. Each time I put my mouth on it, I felt his hand go on the back of my head, pushing me into his dick. It didn't bother me, so I let him do it.

After moving pretty fast with my mouth I started to work up a sweat when he shouted "Ok!" - that was my signal to remove my mouth quickly and use my hand. I jerked him off and this time it was HE who gave out a yell. I kept stroking and stroking until he was completely emptied and my hand was covered in cum.

"Man, you can do that any time you want to!" he said as he laid there on his back, trying to catch his breath. As before, I wasn't quite sure what just happened. Are we gay? I didn't feel gay. I was just trying to help someone else out and he was just trying to help me out. I guess this is what it might be like in prisonyou do what you have to do to get your needs met.

Once that ice was broken, it opened the door for all kinds of new ways to 'get off.' I was giving him blow jobs instead of hand jobs. I learned what he liked and how he liked it. I also learned to hold my breath longer so that I could keep his big dick in my mouth longer. He also taught me the trick he did on me with his finger up my hole. That felt so good when he did that, that I thought I would try it for him. He would lay on his back shoulders and lift up his ass so that I could get a good look at it. He would reach down and using his hands massage that space between his balls and his hold and eventually just inside the hole. I practiced on his just to get it right.

The extra attention that I gave him made him grateful and considerate toward my own needs, as well. Blow jobs always felt good. But I still remembered that time at the mud pit when he sat on my face in the mud. Having his ass slide across my face with all of that mud really felt good - I could just imagine that being a girl, which REALLY turned me on. He remembered it, too. He came to me a few days later with a handful of fruit and said "I've got a surprise for you. If you don't like it, just let me know. I think you might, though." I didn't know what he had in mind, but I was up for it.

"Lay down on these leaves and put your head on that pile of soft leaves, like a pillow." I did. He stood over me and I could see right up his ass. However, he then knelt down next to me and broke open the fruit. The fruit was a yellow kind that was tasty, but very slimy. It always made a mess when we ate it. He scooped a bunch out and slowly smeared it on my face. The motion made my dick start to swell and he could see. "I thought you might enjoy this" he said. Then he took the rest of the yellow fruit and smeared it all up his ass and on his cheeks. Standing over me, he then knelt down to his knees and put his ass right on my face. The slimy fruit made his whole ass feel slimy, which felt amazing. He gyrated slowly from side to side, allowing me to enjoy the sensation. He would lift his ass up every 10-15 seconds or so, so that I would always be able to catch my breath. He did this for a while until I felt a strange urge to stick out my tongue. Maybe it was the tasty fruit that was all over my face, I'm not sure, but out my tongue came. When he felt my tongue come out, he stopped moving and centered his ass right on my face. Without thinking, stuck my tongue right up his hole. If I wasn't hard by now, nothing would ever give me a boner. He began to moan as I did with my tongue what he taught me to do with his fingers. He was loving it and so was I. He then bent forward and began to suck my dick while his ass was smashed in my face. I was very much enjoying it and it wasn't long before I came, yelling all the while.

"I knew you'd like that" he said with satisfaction.

"How did you know? I mean, I didn't even know" I asked.

"Oh, I've been putting a lot of thought into all of this. We all have things that get us off. Being stranded on this island has given us an opportunity to figure out what some of those are. I'll admit that I have to use some imagination when you are sucking my dick, but I'm sure you have to do the same."

Made sense to me and it was all what I had thought about before. He was so cool to think of that and then to do it for me. I hoped at that moment that that wouldn't be the last time he'd sit on my face like that.

Now it was my turn, though. He was so thoughtful, considering what I might have needed to really give me a taste of the sex that I would have been missing back home. I had a crazy thought and considered doing something that neither have done before. I just needed to wait until he was in the mood.

Fortunately, that wasn't ever long. I could have sucked him off twice a day if it were up to him, probably. He was more considerate of that and didn't ask often. One night he walked in the hut with a huge boner and said "Dude, I so want a blow job. Do you mind?" I shook my head no and he sat on the box. It was his new favorite position when I sucked his dick. He would sit spread eagle while I sat on my knees between his legs and sucked. He could hold both of his hands on the back of my head the whole time. This time was no different.

It was like all of the others initially. I massaged his dick in my mouth until it was fully hard while I had a finger or two up his hole, massaging that as well. I then began to aggressively suck and move my mouth up and down his dick faster and faster. I could feel his dick starting to swell more, which usually meant that he was about to cum.

"Ok!" he said, removing his hands from the back of my head so that I can pull out to use my hand to finish him off. However, I kept going. Up and down with my mouth, faster and faster, my own drool dripping down his dick.

"Dude, I'm going to cum!" he warned again, his head thrust backwards as though he were trying to keep from cumming a few seconds more so that I could pull away.

I kept sucking until I felt an explosion of cum inside my mouth. It was so much more than what I thought it would feel like. It was warm and soft. I kept moving my mouth and now used my hand to keep stroking up and down the shaft, never removing my mouth from the head of his dick. He yelled and yelled and even writhed a little while I kept stroking my hand and literally sucked every drop of cum out of his dick. I then used the cum in my mouth as lube to keep moving my mouth up and down until he just couldn't take it anymore. I then swallowed removed my mouth and all of the cum spilled out of my mouth, all over his dick and chest.

It took him 10 minutes to fully catch his breath.

I wasn't exactly sure what happened, what I did or whyor how I could have. One thing I did know was that the future was going to be very different for us