Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2006 00:31:17 -0500
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Survivor Exile Island

Survivor belongs to CBS and Mark Burnett. Not to me. The men in this story
are not gay - this is just a work of fiction. I'm not making a profit from
this story. I'm sure you already know the disclaimers about making sure you
are 18 or over 18, about safe sex, about this story having gay content.


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On night 3 at the younger men's camp, there should have been plenty to
celebrate. Their tribe won a crucial immunity challenge, meaning the 4 of
them had another few days before they had to even consider voting anyone
off. They also had a fire and a passable shelter. Unfortunately, the
torrential rains meant that they spent most of the night huddled in the
shelter, desperate for warmth.

Since the new format had split the 16 players up by age and gender, the
younger men didn't have the blessing or curse of forming bonds with young
bimbos, older mother figures, or middle-aged alpha males. They just had each
other. The oldest of them was in his early 30's - Bobby, AKA Bob Dawg, a
beefy black man with a standoffish, strong-willed personality. The others
were in their late to early 20's. Austin, a writer with shoulder-length dark
blonde hair and a knowing grin, was short in stature but carried an enviable
physique sculpted from years of team sports. He was presently sleeping next
to Nick, a much taller but also much less outgoing man with short dark hair,
handsome but slightly rugged features, and one of the most flawless bodies
ever on Survivor. In spite of his gleaming six-pack and strong arms, he was
more suited for the gym than brutal physical competition; he had almost lost
the immunity challenge for his team and had confided only in Austin just how
upset he was by his performance. Austin was completely straight, really, but
he believed in the power of male bonding, and he clutched tightly to Nick,
hoping to transfer some of his quiet confidence to his new friend as he
shivered from the cold.

Rounding out the group was Aras. Round was the appropriate term for Aras -
the lanky brunette yoga instructor and former basketball player had loopy
ideas like asking his tribe to place their hands one on top of the other in
order to spark a creative energy for a fire. Round also applied to Aras'
bubble butt, whose lightly haired crack was persistently peeking out of
low-slung board shorts. Aras slept next to Bobby. Bobby hadn't participated
in the "hands for fire" exercise - he had no use for that privileged white
boy shit. He was FAR more tempted by the succulent buttocks protruding from
that privileged white boy, and presently a few small inches away from
Bobby's crotch.

Since there was no need for modesty among young, straight men, the four of
them had bathed together in the nude, splashing each other with water and
making cracks about dick size. In reality none of them had much to be
ashamed of, but Nick, Aras and Austin were all taken aback by Bobby's fat
anaconda, 5 inches flaccid and probably much, much bigger when hard. The
glint in Bobby's brown eyes almost dared them to test their theory, to get
him hard, to worship his own personal immunity idol, but none of them
swallowed the bait, so to speak.

Bobby still remembered the slack jaws of those 3 white boys...Aras most of
all. Aras had such an innocent face but Bobby just knew he'd smoked some
pole. You could just tell, some of these guys who try so hard to fit in with
the macho studs, who seem to be in awe.

Bobby felt like the odd one out on his tribe. He knew if they lost an
immunity challenge, he would be voted out. He also knew he couldn't do much
to change his fate. So he decided to just go with whatever the fuck he
wanted. And what he wanted was a piece of that hot Ar-Ass.

Aras was asleep when he felt the strange sort of tickling sensation sliding
down his back. He thought it was a bug. Only when two very large, very
insistent hands crudely squeezed and pinched his bubble butt did he realize
the creature was human in origin. Aras didn't want to wake anyone else up,
so he tried to shift. Then a large black hand slid around his waist - and
slid firmly onto the base of Aras' cock - and held him in place. Aras just
shook his head in disbelief, and tried to whisper his dissent. Back home in
California he had no problem sharing himself with both genders, but out
here, on national TV, with all these big macho studs who would get rid of
anyone they saw as a "fag"...hell no. But just as he opened his mouth to
register disapproval, he felt a large tongue shove itself straight up his
mahole, and all his grievance quickly became a groan of pure pleasure.

The noise was loud enough to wake up Austin, who turned and saw Aras' shorts
pulled down, a large hand stroking the meditation guru's meat into 7 inches
of leaking hardness. The other black hand toyed with Aras' small nipples.
Aras could only moan and whimper and stare at Austin with a combination of
shame and need.

Austin wasn't sure what to say. His beliefs told him that homosexuality was
wrong. But his dick - presently poking through his red shorts and as thick
around as a baby's arm - told him otherwise. Aras, his body convulsing due
to the unbelievable rim job from Bobby, realized the best way to keep Austin
from using this against him was to involve Austin. So Bobby's bad deed
quickly devolved into a threeway, with Aras yanking Austin's shorts down his
muscled thighs and licking his pouty lips as the girth slapped square
against Austin's belly.

Aras reached out to skim his thumb around Austin's mushroom-shaped crown.
Austin bit down on his lower lip, wanting to push Aras away, yet never
feeling hotter in his whole life.

Aras squeezed down hard on Austin's scepter as he felt Bobby line that
monster cock up to his hole. With some pre-cum worked into Bobby's shaft, he
began to ease his weapon inside his teammate's pert buns. Unsurprisingly to
Bobby, Aras wasn't that tight a fit, and slowly but surely, he got over half
of his flesh cannon inside that warm, inviting anus. Ebony inside the
deepest ivory.

Aras leaned into Austin's barrel chest, screaming his pain and bliss at the
rough fuck of his man-mountain of a teammate. Austin just sat back, in a
daze, while Aras licked his nipples and stroked his tumescent penis. Austin
didn't even go near Aras' cock - Bobby did the hand job. Austin was so
confused by the whole experience, he only began to stir when he felt another
set of lips on his body. These on his neck.

He turned his head to find himself caught in a stubbled, white hot,
man-on-man kiss. Austin found himself enjoying the kiss with Nick. Nick was
such a great guy. Austin felt so close to him, even in the short time they
knew each other. He couldn't see himself with another man, but kissing Nick,
feeling Nick's hands carressing his body, Nick's shaft sliding up and down
his bare back and ass, just felt right.

Nick had been with one or two guys in college but had left those days behind
in his attempts to set goals in life. Out here on the island, anything could
happen, and nobody would ever know. Nick threw caution to the wind and dove
down onto Austin's wide wand, and stuck his knees between Austin's ears,
slapping Austin's face with his hard 6 inches until Austin began to lick and
kiss the tender vein running down Nick's shaft.

Nick's balls settled into Austin's mouth, and Austin licked and suckled at
the sweat of them. Nick leaned over to cup Aras' low-hangers as they smacked
against those lean thighs with each violent thrust from Bobby. Nick had
never seen a man quite so beautiful as Aras in that moment of utter
submission to Bobby. His eyes were full of fire and frenzy. Nick leaned over
to kiss Aras, a gentle kiss as Nick nibbled on Aras' lush lower lip.

They had to reach an end at some point, and they did. Bobby came first,
sinking his teeth into Aras' soft, pale neck. Aras was next, exploding his
pent-up seed into Nick's callused hand.

Nick abruptly pulled out of Austin's mouth and whispered an idea into
Austin's ear. Austin smirked and as they kissed, he complied. The two of
them surrounded Aras' baby face, so innocent and pure, and unloaded seeming
gallons of cum on his unblemished features. His eyes, nose and mouth dripped
of cum.

Bobby laughed and slapped his spent snake against Aras' cheeks (both sets),
the facial set of cheeks adding his last few drops of cum to Austin's and
Nick's collection.

The three men then fed Aras their loads, ending with Nick saving sticking
each and every one of his fingers in Aras' mouth, feeding Aras the semen he
had spurted into Nick's hand.

There were no loving kisses or pillow talk. The next day, the men would
swear none of this had ever happened. It was just an outpouring of lust and
anxiety and insanity. But deep down, they knew they had crossed a line, and
secretly wondered how this might affect them as they continued in the game.

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