Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2006 23:19:45 -0500
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Survivor Cook Islands

"Survivor" is the property of CBS and Mark Burnett. This story is a work of
fiction. The people in this story are not gay and don't take this story to
reresent their real lives. I'm not making any profit from this story other
than your feedback.

If you aren't into gay sex or are not 18 or older, then don't read this.

A few people asked me to write a story about this season, but I've been
busy. I know the season is basically over now, but I still wanted to write a
little something. IF you like it, and have any ideas for anything more, than
let me know. And happy holidays!

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Adam was desperate. The tall, blonde, lantern-jawed former college athlete
wasn't used to losing in life. But he was losing out here. Losing bad. His
team came into the merge with a majority and through their own backstabbing
allies, they lost it all. Now he was the last person left on his team. He
knew the only way to stick around was Ozzy. Ozzy was the main food provider
and he won most of the challenges thanks to his lithe body and survival
skills. He was the lowest man on the totem pole of his alliance and Adam
hoped if he could swing him then he'd at least have one more vote in his
favor.

Ozzy knew something was up when Adam went with him to get firewood, cause
Adam wasn't exactly known for working. As they walked through the forest,
Adam just stared at him with that goofy grin that Adam usually wore. The
grin of someone who thinks they know something, even when they really don't.

Adam stopped the young, light-skinned Latino with a firm hand on his
shoulder. He believed in direct eye contact, but it was hard to look Ozzy in
the eyes. They were vibrant brown, yet also had a deadness inside them, like
he'd seen ancient secrets he could never tell. Combined with the curly brown
hair, the smooth chest, and the hairy armpits and huge pubic bush just
regularly jutted from his lower-than-the-censors-could-dare-to-show shorts,
and Ozzy was an unsettling combination of boy and man.

Adam shook off his unsettled feelings and decided to get right to the point.

"Ozzy, you're a lot like me. We know how to have fun. Yul and Becky and
Sundra got real sticks up their asses. How do you think they're gonna feel
if I tell 'em that you were in porn?"

Adam thought Ozzy might laugh, or cringe, or even take a swing at him.
Instead, Ozzy didn't even flinch. That worried Adam more than anything.

Ozzy had made a porn show for Playboy a year or so before he went on
Survivor. He didn't expect anyone on the island to know about it, but of
course Adam the perpetual frat boy would know, even if no one else would.
Ozzy resented being threatened by this dipshit. He decided to get this over
with fast to make sure Adam knew who was in charge.

"You interested in my dick, Adam? You a maracon?"

Adam just stammered. "C'mon Ozzy...I'm not a queer. Let's keep this focused
on the game."

Adam had experienced the usual hangovers where he'd wake up with a fellow
frat member in his lap, asleep, a delirious smile on the frattie's face, a
face which just happened to be covered in Adam's cum. On the nights with the
real serious binge drinking he occasionally woke up with hazy memories of
fucking some tight end tight ass. One time, a time he tried to forget but
had also found kind of hot, he woke up with some major pain in his own ass
and wondered which one - or two or three - of his buddies had pounded him
raw in the middle of the night.

All those memories were flooding back to Adam as Ozzy leered at him. Ozzy
made him feel so...dirty.

Ozzy just smirked. This was going the way he wanted. His next move was to
drop his shorts. Adam took a step back when he saw Ozzy's manhood. Ozzy was
a fat, uncut 7 inches. "Party size" is how somebody put it to him.

Ozzy started to stroke himself as he thought about the times his surfer dude
buddies got lit and sucked his bone to the bone. Ozzy knew men gave the best
head. He loved to fuck a tight ass of either gender. But he always knew he
had to remain the top in the situation. His ass was virgin and would remain
that way. Ozzy was a horny motherfucker. He'd channeled most of his sexual
energy into challenges and getting food, but when he was on a team for about
a week with the ripped, bisexual volleyball player JP, he had spent as much
free time as they had feeding an eager JP his big hog and ramming into JP's
muscled glutes.

Adam was no JP, but he was pretty damn hot. He had that Abercombie look that
drove a lot of girls and gay boys wild. Ozzy liked the idea of the white man
cowering on his knees.

Ozzy stopped stroking himself once he got to full tumescence. Adam was
embarrassed and shocked and yet...

"Look at it."

Ozzy flatly intoned the order to Adam. Adam didn't want to see his teammate
in his full glory. He knew what would happen next. Yet, Adam looked. And was
hypnotized by that beautiful, beautiful penis. Adam was no slouch himself,
but there was something different about another man's dick.

"Touch it."

Adam leaned over and took Ozzy's length into his hand. Ozzy hissed at the
sensation of skin on skin. Adam's hands were surprisingly smooth - then
again, Adam never did any work, so maybe it wasn't that much of a surprise.

"If you want me to help you, then help me. Get on your knees like the bitch
you are."

Adam wanted to speak up, but he couldn't. He knew he had no choice. Nor did
he want a choice. It was so easy to take orders. Get away from the strategy.
He dropped to his knees, grinding them into the dirt as he tentatively took
Ozzy's cockhead into his mouth. A bulbous, mushroom head. As he began to
take in more of Ozzy's girth, he remembered more of those drunken nights in
the frat house. He remembered his buddies facefucking him and savaging him
from both ends.

Ozzy hadn't had that touch in so long, he knew he couldn't keep his nut any
longer. Before Adam could react, he pulled out his rocket and exploded all
over Adam's pouty frat boy jock face.

Ozzy pulled Adam up from his knees, and started to feed Adam his own cum.
Adam's cock was straining his shorts, and Adam clumsily pulled them down to
expose his own 6 inches. Ozzy's slick, nimble fingers shoved themselves down
Adam's manwhore throat. Ozzy just smiled at the desperate man in front of
him, jerking off, practically humping Ozzy's leg, and sucking Ozzy's
fingers, sucking off his cum.

With a grunt, Adam shot his load all over Ozzy's bare thigh. Ozzy held Adam
in his arms as Adam came down from his ejaculatory high. They ground their
naked, flawless bodies against each other, rutting to a silent jungle beat.
Finally, Adam realized what he had done. What he'd lowered himself into
being.

He was so humiliated. And yet he felt...something else. Something he didn't
want to think about. So he put his shorts back up to his waist and waited
for Ozzy to talk. Ozzy didn't. He gathered his shorts back up and gathered
the wood and began to walk away.

Adam gave in.

"Ozzy...what about the deal?"

Ozzy didn't even look back at him.

"Hey, I gave you some extra protein for challenges, dude. Be grateful!"

Adam kicked a rock, tried not to hear Ozzy's laughter echoing through the
jungle. Maybe he'd do better with Yul...