Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 06:31:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: BJ Bear <bj_bear42@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Crocodile Experience

This story is fiction and not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of Jeff or Steve.

Day 1

I couldn't believe I was in a plane flying over the Amazonian
Jungle with two of my favorite TV animal expert celebrities. I had
entered a contest on the Nature Network website, hoping to win, at best,
an autographed photo but instead I had gotten Grand prize. This entitled
me to a two week Jungle expedition with two hot guys who had somewhat
similar shows on the network,  Jeff, a sexy hairy chested American and
Steve, a cute and charming Australian. Both guys had wildly popular shows
and I sometimes wondered how many people watched for the many nice crotch
and butt shots their TV antics afforded. We were the only passengers in
the small plane heading to a remote corner of the Amazon, the camera crew
and other staff having flown separately as no plane of any size could
land on the short runway available in the wilderness area where we were
going.

Both guys were just as sexy and friendly as they appeared on their
respective shows. I had expected a little animosity as they were
competitors of sorts, but if there was any, they were hiding it well. I
was sitting next to Jeff and I kept sneaking glances at his well filled
pants crotch. I was getting a little horny imagining the opportunities
this trip might allow to see a lot more of these two studs. With visions
of open showers and morning woodies not quite concealed, my dick started
to harden. Suddenly, my naughty musings were interrupted.

"What the BLOODY hell?" I heard Steve shout from his window seat.

Then there was a loud crashing sound, I felt wind and rain then and
everything went dark. When I regained consciousness, I was in my seat,
still buckled in. I looked around and could see both Jeff and Steve were
either unconscious or dead in their seats. When I looked forward I was
surprised to see not the door to the cockpit but a mass of foliage and
splintered wood. As my eyes adjusted I could see the cockpit of the plane
was simply not there. Looking behind me the boxes of food and supplies
were toppled all around in the back of the plane. Assessing myself, I
felt weak and light headed but had no major pain or bleeding. A moan from
Steve directed my attention to him. He was coming to and looked over to
me, slumped in his seat.

"What the hell happened?" I asked him, remembering his shout just before
the plane crashed.

"I think we hit the side of a mountain, I saw we were
getting rather close to one" he replied, trying to sit up. He cried out
and then said, "I think my leg's busted, mate".

Indeed looking at him, his left leg was twisted under his seat in an odd
way. I knew I need to help him, so I began unbuckling myself. My
movements stirred Jeff, who groggily surveyed the situation we were
in while muttering expletives. I touched his shoulder.

"Wake up, man, we've crashed, are you okay ?" I asked him .

"I think so" he replied after a moment, sitting up and looking over to
Steve, he asked "What happened to him ?".

Minutes later, Jeff and I were helping Steve out of his seat and into a
laying down position. He cried out as we moved his leg into a straight
position on the floor. Both Jeff and I knew First Aid and we had an
excellent Medical kit so we set about securing the leg. Noting that it
was swelling, I told Steve we'd have to cut off his trademark khaki
shorts. Almost delerious from pain, he agreed. Jeff offered him some of
the strong pain medication from the medical supplies and he gratefully
accepted. By the time we had cut off his shorts and secured his leg to a
splint, Steve was fast asleep. The combination of a very long day
travelling, trauma and drugs had knocked him out.

It was only then that I noticed how nicely his cock and balls were
filling out and showing in his white briefs, well not quite white as it
was obvious he had pissed himself sometime during the crash. I noticed
Jeff was staring intently at Steve's crotch. I suggested we should cut
off his wet underwear and Jeff nodded. I cut both side of the wet briefs
and slid them out from under the unconscious Steve. Jeff squatted next to
me and his hairy leg touched my arm. To my surprise I could clearly see
his dick, obviously hard and running down his pants leg. He turned to me
and our eyes met. In a second, I realized this was a unique opportunity.
I handed him the wet cut apart briefs. Taking them he looked at me
questioningly. In reply I reached down and squeezed his hard cock through
his pants.

Moaning, he leaned backward and fumbled at his pants button while holding
Steve's soaked briefs to his face. Helping him, I pulled his pants to his
knees and watched his big hard cut dick pop up and out of them. Turning
my attention to Steve, I saw his short fat uncut cock softly resting on a
plump set of balls.

"Look at his cock" were the first words I spoke. Jeff complied and licked
his lips, undoubtably tasting the piss that had come from it. "You want
to taste that uncut cock, don't you, boy ?" I asked, smirking. "you want
to taste that piss on his dick, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," Jeff quickly replied, making me realize this wasn't the
first time he'd been in a submissive role.

The almost surreal nature of the situation caused me to think. Steve was
out cold, we were unlikely to be rescued in the time it would take to
have some fun in this most bizarre of circumstances. My hard dick decided
for me and I gestured towards Steve's cock and commanded Jeff: "Suck his
cock."

Jeff eagerly bent over and began licking and kissing Steve's cock. In
seconds, his obviously skilled attention had awakened Steve's cock so it
stood rock hard, slightly bigger than average but quite fat, the pink
head just peeking out of the snug foreskin. I sat back and released my
cock so I could stroke it as I watched. My move encouraged Jeff who began
expertly sucking and licking Steve's hot dick and balls. Steve moaned -
this time in pleasure, not pain - but he did not come to. He must have
not come in ages because within minutes I could see his nutsack
tightening and precum oozing out of his now mostly exposed cockhead.

"Can I have his cum, Sir" Jeff panted, slowly jerking Steve's cock so the
foreskin slid neatly over the head and back off again.

"Yes, you may, boy" I sneered at him, "Then maybe you can have mine too".
I jacked my cock faster, feeling my load stiring in my balls.

Jeff went to work, jacking Steve's cock into his mouth with one hand and
massaging his balls roughly in the other. In seconds, I could see him
gulping down what looked to be a huge load of cum. Finally letting go of
Steve's cock, he turned his attention to mine, diving down onto it and
sucking for all he was worth. I reached over and played with his cock, it
was hard as steel and at least 8 inches long. My hand was soon slick with
his precum.

"Play with your dick" I ordered him. I reached for his shirt and pulled
it up, exposing his hairy chest and hot nipples. Pinching and rolling
them in my fingers, I told him " If you don't cum before I do, you don't
get my load".

Pumping furiously, his hand was a blur on his big dick. Taking his mouth
off my cock, he pleaded " May I come, Sir?". I nodded yes and he leaned
back letting me see his cum squirt out all over Steve and me. Grabbing
his head I pushed his mouth back to my cock and he began sucking like
crazy. I fondled his still hard and senstive dick while I pumped my dick
into his mouth. Feeling my cum about to erupt, I pushed my cock into his
throat, letting him milk it out of me. Slamming my crotch against his
head, I exploded, gushing out my load.

"Good boy," I said pulling my cock away from Jeff's lips. As soon as I
came, the incredible reality of our situation hit me again like a ton of
bricks. I felt drained and disoriented and without another word I pulled
Jeff to me and we both fell asleep, exhausted.

To be continued