Date: Wed, 06 Apr 2005 23:18:27 -0400
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Survivor Palau 4

Thanks for the positive feedback on chapter 3. I appreciate all your
responses. The few I get are the only reason I keep writing (that and the
cute guys). Please e-mail me with what you want to see happen.

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Jeff couldn't believe his crappy luck. Only a day after winning a reward
challenge for his team, he turned his ankle. And then to make matters worse,
his team lost immunity, AGAIN, which meant either he or his girlfriend Kim
had to go. Jeff knew he was less than useless to Ulong thanks to his ankle,
but the problem was none of the others seemed to agree with him. Bobby Jon,
Ibrehem, Angie, Steph, and James all seemed to think he was just trying to
save Kim. And as much as he tried to explain it to them, they wouldn't
listen. After the hot bareback threeway he'd had with Ibe and Bobby a few
days earlier, and some fun times since (Bobby Jon definitely earned the name
BJ!), he thought that they had more respect for him.

Jeff was trying to get some rest before Tribal Council. Laying in the canoe,
flat on his back, his neck arched against the front of the boat. He barely
saw the shadow towering over him.

"So ya goin' tonight? Leavin' that floozy to sit on her ass a few more
days?"

Jeff was polite to the redneck James while he was still playing the game,
but now that he was leaving, he didn't give a shit. He flipped James off.

James sneered down at him. He'd been pissed on by these types of jocks and
muscle-brained pretty boys all his life. He wasn't gonna take it any more.
Before he even knew what he was doing, James pulled out his huge uncut hog
and began slapping Jeff's cheeks.

Jeff opened his mouth to protest but that only cause the beer can thick 9
inches to slide into his mouth. FUCK. He'd enjoyed his ruts with BJ and Ibe
but not with some scrawny white trash like James. Who knows what kind of
things that dick had been in!

Unfortunately for Jeff, his injury made it difficult to fight off the oral
assault, especially when James grabbed his shoulders and held on tight.
Jeff's head craned against the back of the boat as James began to rapidly
face-fuck him.

"I know ya done this before, fag," James sneered, "I saw ya. And I'm gonna
tell it to the other Jeffy at Tribal Council if ya don't clean my pipes like
a good whore should."

Jeff wanted to fight back but he knew it was hopeless. He opened up his
throat and accepted more of the pulsating monster. The dangling foreskin
sharply retracted as James hit his full length. Jeff deep-throated James as
best he could. The salty, somewhat cheesy taste was much more arousing than
he had imagined. And James noticed, much to Jeff's shame.

"I see you're enjoying this just as much as I am. Yeah, you're good for
something after all."

James slid one of his rough hands down Jeff's skintight grey boxer briefs
and began jerking Jeff off. Jeff moaned at how expert those long fingers
were. James' other hand harshly tortured and plucked Jeff's perfect
dime-sized nipples.

The dual stimulation made Jeff's hips thrust upward, his whole body
tremoring as James dominated him. Suddenly, James let out a loud yelp and
shot gallon after gallon of white cream into Jeff's aching throat. He pulled
out, slapping his gooey, purple head on Jeff's nose, eyes, and forehead.
Then he leaned over and licked the cockjuice away like a cat with milk.
James roughly kissed Jeff, his tongue raping Jeff's sensitive mouth just as
his cock had a few moments earlier.

"I want ya to remember this always."

And then James slid out of his skidmarked white briefs completely, and tore
off Jeff's underwear.

"Jerk yaself off, jerkoff."

Jeff complied, and before he could realize fully what was going on (so
caught up in his own near-orgasm) he realized that James' ass was right over
his jockboy face. James spread his cheeks.

"Gimme a good rim job, bitch, 'fore I sit on your cock."

Jeff wanted to get away, but he knew he couldn't, and part of him didn't
want to anyway. He'd never imagined taking this many risks, being this
perverse. He wanted to try. He wanted to test himself.

He stuck his tongue out, and cautiously teased James' hole, quickly finding
the pucker thanks to James' insistent wiggling. The taste of man, sweat and
waste flooded his senses.

After a few minutes, James pulled his shiny, wet ass off Jeff's cheeks. He
sat down on Jeff's cock, the tightness of his man-pussy causing both men to
draw a sharp breath.

"Oh yeah, fuck my ass boy, fuck it, fuck it..."

Jeff thrust his hips again and again, lost in the moment, and when he shot
in James' ass, it felt like pure heaven. So enraptured was he of that tight
man-twat that he barely noticed the rivers of semen splashing on his face.
He opened his eyes to see a grinning and fully naked Bobby Jon and Iberhem.
They had just ejaculated all over his Abercombie & Fitch features.

"We just wanted to come and say goodbye," Bobby whispered.

"Yeah, you came alright. No wonder they call this team U-long." Jeff smirked
as he eyed the wagging dicks around him.

"They're so long cause they're on U-long," James snickered. Jeff just rolled
his eyes again.

Bobby and Ibe leaned down to lick their cum and share it with Jeff. They all
kissed goodbye, deeply, passionately. Jeff would miss them.

He was voted out later that night.

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On Koror, Ian almost kissed Tom. But Tom was straight, married with kids,
and so macho. He'd beat the shit out of Ian if he knew that Ian harbored
these fantasies. Even Ian didn't understand them.

Ian left the fire and went to walk alone in the dark.

"Be careful, kid!" Tom called out. Ian didn't want to look back at the man
he cared so much for. He just muttered.

Along the path he bumped into Gregg. A lot of Gregg. The athletic brunette
had started to really get a thick coating of chest hair and his body had
become pure muscle due to island living. And he was totally naked.

"Sorry, man, I was, um..."

"Jerking off?" Ian smirked. Then before he could stop himself, he grabbed
Gregg's plump, tumescent 7 inches. Gregg's knees buckled. "Hey Gregg, can I
help?" And boy did Ian help...