Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 14:03:49 EST
From: Jonah
Subject: Island Paradise      Ch 3

The heat of the afternoon was oppressive.  Carl stood by the forked tree
and surveyed his group.

 Simon Wynn was clearly the most capable.  An ex Scout, Simon might just
have a few survival skills.  He seemed to be the thoughtful type.  Rory
Thomson, another thirteen year old, was more impulsive than Simon.
Rory's mousy coloured hair seemed to be permanently tousled: His gap
toothed grin made him seem several years younger.  The twins, Steven and
Stuart, were ten year olds.  Steven was his biggest worry at the moment.
Carl suspected that Steven had saved his life, but the shock had proved
too much for the boy.  His mind appeared to have shut down to avoid
overload, but Carl realised that his chances of survival in this
condition were not good.  He was also concerned for the effect that this
was having on Stuart.  He could not tell how close the twins were; were
they - for instance - telepaths? but Stuart was clearly frightened for
his brother.  Eight year old Toby, the youngest of the Thomson boys, lay
on a ground sheet made of discarded clothing.  His legs were tied
together ( one of them was broken), but even though his eyes remained
closed, he no longer appeared to be in pain.  He did , however, appear to
be hungry.  They all were.  The time had come for some action.

"Listen up, boys", he felt rather than saw five pairs of eyes focus
expectantly on him, " there are things we need, and we had better get
them quickly.  Rory and I are going to have a quick look round the island
- if it is an island.  Simon, I want you to take charge here till we get
back.  Get Stuart to help you collect sticks and dried grass.  Try to get
a fire going on the beach, just clear of the trees.  You'll only have
about an hour before the sun starts to lose it's power.  You must get the
fire lit before then. Any questions?".
Rory raised an arm as if he were in an infant school, " Yeah! What are we
looking for?".   Carl turned on his heel.  "Come on!"he said, "I'll tell
you as we go".

It was hot work walking along the beach, as Carl explained to Rory how
they must find fresh water,must find out if any of the vegetation was
edible, if there was edible wildlife, whether they were the only
inhabitants, and whether it really was an island at all.  Rory was
impressed.  Carl could tell Rory was impressed because suddenly they were
not walking.  They had reached the end of the line of trees, and were
about to strike inland, when Rory suddenly spun round to face Carl.  From
walking at his side he had stepped in front of the older boy and thrown
his arms around him in a bear hug ( or should that be a bare hug?).  Carl
stopped, momentarily taken aback.  The boy grinned up at him and then
buried his face in Carl's naked chest.
Carl could feel Rory's penis spearing him in the leg.  He knew that his
own erection must be poking the boy somewhere in the abdominal
region.  Very gently he put his own arms around the boy and held him
close.  His hand stroked down the boy's back a couple of times, across
his cute little buttocks, and then back up to the back of his head where
it remained - holding the little chap's ear close to his own lips.
Very slowly and quietly he said, " if you're not hungry Rory, the rest of
us are.  Come on; there'll be plenty of time for that later".
The boy let go as Carl spun him round, delivered two sudden smacks on his
bare bottom then led the way uphill.

They had not gone more than a couple of hundred yards when they reached
the ridge.  From here they could see most of the island.  Yes it was an
island.  It appeared to be roughly sausage shaped they were less than a
quarter mile from one end of the sausage.  As the beach turned the corner
it turned into a low reef  behind which a clear lagoon streched almost to
the other shore.  The far end of the island was not visible because the
lagoon was hemmed in at that end by the cliff face of a small mountain.
The line of trees on this side of the island reached about halfway up the
mountain at its sides, but could not grow on the steeper cliff face near
the lagoon.  Above the tree line the mountain was bare rock.  The sun was
already beginning to hide itself behind the mountain.

"Now what ?" demanded Rory.
"We've got fresh water at any rate," said Carl, "but we need food. Are
you any good at climbing trees"?
"Is the Pope catholic"?
"Good because most of the taller trees at this end of the lake are
coconut palms.  The nuts look OK but it's a job to tell from here.  I
know we can't live on coconuts, even if they are ripe enough to eat, but
they'll have to do for tonight.  In any case their milk will quench our
thirst, since we never brought anything to carry water in".

It was nearly dark when they returned to what Carl had taken to refering
to as "camp" - though it had never done anything to justify the title.
It was easily found because a lively fire burned brightly on the beach.
All four boys were close to the fire and were so  occupied with each
other that nobody saw the intrepid explorers return.  Somebody had
evidently moved Toby and his makeshift rug to be near the warmth.  Toby
was now lying on his side thoroughly engrossed in the task of licking the
salt from the soles of Simon's bare feet.  Simon - obviously enjoying
this attention - lay on his back with his eyes closed.  One twin was
masturbating the other who, in turn, was playing with Toby.  Carl noticed
that it was now impossible to tell the twins apart.  Whatever had been
going on in his absence, Steven had clearly made some sort of a recovery.
Rory grinned.
"Don't like to interrupt", he said, dropping the three coconuts he was
carrying.
Simon opened his eyes: all activity stopped.
"Found any food?" he asked, smiling, " because we did".
Carl dropped his two coconuts and lay down next to Toby.
"Whatcha found?", he asked, taking one of Simon's feet in both hands.  He
began gently carressing the foot and finally put the little toe in his
mouth and began to suck it.
"Shellfish", said Simon, obviously enjoying this attention, "mussells I
think, or something similar.  The tide washes them up just along there.
They're quite nice cooked.  You just put the shells in the ashes near the
outside of the fire, and they open up when they're ready.  We saved you
some."
"Thanks!", said Carl, moving on to the next toe.  The others had taken
the hint and gone back to what they had been doing.  Toby had started on
Simon's other foot and was sucking the little toe of that.  Rory, whilst
jacking himself off had started doing the same to Carl, alternating
between using his free hand and his mouth. His legs were close to Simon
who reached for one of them and began brushing the sand from his foot.
He then began licking the sole of the foot, starting with the heel and
working towards Rory's wriggling toes.  With his free hand Simon also
began jacking himself off.
Carl closed his eyes and smiled to himself.   Simon had perfect feet,
beautifully proportioned, soft fleshy soles, shapely heels, lovely
slightly curved toes.  His big toe was large and fleshy, narrower at the
tip.  His little toe curved not only downwards, but also sideways,
slightly underneath the next toe, causing a pronounced ridge to form on
the pad of the little toe.  The soft skin in his high arches was paler
than the pink or orange colour of the vodal areas.  He moved onto the
next toe, noting that Toby had done the same.  Carl was in heaven.  It
wasn't just the pleasuring of Simon's lovely toes.  It wasn't just the
proximity of the five lovely boys.  It wasn't even what Rory was doing to
his cock (the boy was sucking him full time now, and looked set to fill
himself with Carl's spunk any second now).  Best of all the boys were
enjoying all this.  Carl had realized that Simon had a thing about feet
just as he had - so had young Toby for that matter.  Simon also loved
having his own lovely feet serviced.  Would the others want to join in?
The spasms started as he knew they would.  He could feel the juices
flowing in his cock as he moved on to Simon's big toe. Rory was gulping
it all down, cum from his own penis flowing  too (one of the twins was
sucking it now).  His wriggling toes were at Simon's lips.  All six boys
seemed to be climaxing together.  This must be Paradise Island.
In minutes it was all over. Six contented boys, ranging from eight to
eighteen, lay panting in the firelight; the flickering flames reflecting
off the naked bodies.

Quietly Carl rose.  He moved to the pile of wood and replenished the
fire.  It would need to keep in till morning.
He noticed that the twins had moved either side of Toby, sharing their
body heat with him.  Carl smiled.  No need to tell these boys how to look
after one another.  He stepped over them and lay next to Simon.  As he
and Simon cuddled he felt Rory come and lay at his back.  he felt Rory's
bare bottom against his own, and the soles of Rory's warm feet against
his calves.  This could be Paradise if they could only survive; and, as
he lay snug between the two thirteen year olds, he began to feel that
they might.

Now the castaways sleep snugly in front of the dying flames. Let's leave
them there till next time.