Stranded - Chapter 15

STRANDED

Chapter 15: Stay or Go

Should I stay, or should I go now?

Should I stay, or should I go now?

If I go, there will be trouble

And if I stay, it will be double

So come on and let me know.

*

Day 121.

Day 122.

Day 123.

…

Day 139.

It was a difficult morning for the boys.

Adam had been feeling tired lately, and the relentless weather did not help.

For the past few days, they had practically stayed sheltered in the cave 24/7 because of the continuous rain.

They had survived bigger and scarier storms, but the constant rain was wearing them down.

The island was not as pretty, the view was not as magnificent, and maintaining the fire and supplies was much more difficult in these conditions.

Thank goodness they had set themselves up for success during the first few months of their adventure.

They had strong shelters, ample food, and good storage, but the experience was certainly less enjoyable with dark clouds overhead.

Besides, the passing months and the castaway routine had taken a toll on them.

Sometimes, they missed mundane things like brushing their teeth, lying on a comfortable mattress, eating cheese, or watching movies on a couch.

Oh, the way they could snuggled in an actual bed!

Without Jonas’ light caress in the morning, Adam probably would have gone crazy.

About a week prior, they had a scare when Jonas got sick.

It turned out to be only a bad cold, but seeing him so out of it, shaking in the cave with the sniffles and coughing a lot, was concerning.

What if one of them actually got seriously sick?

What would they do then?

Jonas kissed Adam’s neck.

“You're awake, babe?”

“I am. Are you feeling good?”

“Yes, I've felt much better the last couple of days. You need to stop worrying about me, Adam.”

“I’m not worried. I know you’re strong.”

He felt his large biceps.

They shared another tender kiss on the lips.

If anything, they were definitely cute together.

“You seem down today, in your thoughts.”

“Look at the rain… What are we going to do today?”

“That's okay. It's not that bad and we have plenty of food. Plus, you know how it goes, we'll have more sun later in the day.”

“But walking down to the beach in the mud? Again… Fuck. I miss my shoes.”

Jonas smiled and wrapped his arms around his lover.

“Someone woke up grumpy today.”

“Sorry. I’ve been a bit moody lately. I know. It’s probably not cool for you.”

“What's really going on?”

They were tightly entangled with one another. At the very least, Adam felt safe in the big arms.

He lay his head onto the meaty pecs.

“I just realized that it's December. Christmas is right around the corner.”

“Oh, right. With the seasons being so different here, I hadn't even thought about that.”

“And why would you? We're no longer part of the world. Christmas doesn’t mean anything here.”

Jonas let out a long sigh.

“Okay, Adam. I’ll get you out. I promise.”

Adam chuckled.

“Don't make promises you can't keep.”

“No, I’m serious. We’ve been waiting for someone to come, but now we’re strong enough to get the fuck away by ourselves. We know the weather and the ocean much better at this stage. We have tools. We could build a raft.”

Jonas had been considering this for months, but since he was not eager to return to “the other side”, he never put a plan in motion.

But now, it seemed like the time had come.

He was getting tired of the weather as well and he could see that Adam was getting close to snap.

“That'd be dangerous. Building a solid raft and then using it on a long distance is not as easy as it seems in movies.”

“Sure, it won’t be easy. We’ll have to try and fail, but we could have something steady for when the weather improves.”

“I'm not sure it's a risk I'm willing to take. Honestly, I’d be too afraid of losing you.”

They looked each other in the eyes. There was so much love and respect between them.

“We'll do it right.”

“If you say so…”

“I swear! I won’t be reckless about this; we’ll take all the time we need. We'll find a way.”

Adam kissed the neck he loved so much.

Had Jonas learned to be more thoughtful, less of a daredevil? Everything was possible.

“I trust you, Joe.”

“I trust you, too.”

They made out some more and playing with their tongues quickly turned into something much more sensual… and then downright sexual.

No surprise there, sex was a huge part of their daily life on the island.

It was as if the guys were constantly horned-up and edging, with a few (necessary and explosive) releases all along the day.

From his salty mouth, Adam went down the sculptural chest to Jonas’ veiny dick and started sucking it slowly.

Who does not love a good morning blowjob?

Despite its length and girth, he now managed to shove the whole thing in its throat until his nose was pressed against the stomach.

That was defying the laws of physics and Adam was rather proud of himself.

Shortly after, Jonas spread his big thighs so Adam would go further down and lick the pinkish virgin hole.

So fucking smooth compared to his own.

The personal trainer was still not willing to try bottoming but he was definitely all in favor of a good old salad tossing!

It was something they had started to do recently, Adam could spend hours with his wet tongue searching Jonas’ hole as if he may find a hidden treasure there, and it was slowly turning into their new favorite thing.

That morning, they went for the milking position.

Jonas got on all fours, arching his back, Adam was behind him, eating his ass while stroking his cock at a steady pace to get the creamy protein pumping and maturing in these balls.

Jonas felt the furnished beard rubbing against his ass crack and that made him laugh.

He loved the caveman look on Adam; it made him much manlier but also, this way, he felt like it was not really his old buddy shoving his nose up his sweaty asshole.

See, Adam was still his best friend in the world but, on the island, he was also a different person, someone he could have another type of relationship with… A much steamier one.

In any case, a good blowjob, rimming or milking session almost always ended the same way… with Adam impaling himself on Jonas’ gigantic cock like a pro until, if they had their ways, they both nutted in their respective mouths.

Jonas would fill Adam’s hole with his seed when he could not refrain himself, but most often and preferably, Adam would get to taste his own asshole all over the anaconda, blowing it right after the hard dicking, and work it with his throat one last time to get a straight-from-the-tap feeding.

Name something tastier than fresh cum from a horned-up supposed to be straight jock in the morning!

I bet you cannot.

*

On day 142, the weather was slightly better and Jonas seriously began the building of the raft.

He was sort of excited by this new project and both men were glad to have something to do to break their routine.

Adam helped but Jonas was clearly in charge of the operations (and of most of the heavy lifting).

It was paradoxical but anytime he saw the personal trainer holding those huge logs across the beach, Adam did not want to leave anymore.

Thankfully, they would take their time building that ship made of odds and ends. They were in no hurry.

When they went to bed, Adam offered a long massage to Jonas to relax his sore arms and back.

He may not have been as skilled when it came to building rafts, but he could help the main worker relax and feel better.

He slid a finger up Jonas’ ass for good measures.

Come on, it was not gay, it was such a tiny penetration. Not more invasive than his hungry tongue.

They fell asleep after another fuck in the doggy-style position.

They only talked to wish each other a good night.

As the months had gone by, it is quite fascinating how the guys had merely stopped talking with one another.

It had mainly become unnecessary.

They were spending the vast majority of their time together and they had already told each other all their stories; there was simply nothing else to say.

Mind you, it was not odd nor uncomfortable.

Instead, the silence was resting and synonym of peace.

They used words only when they felt like they needed to, otherwise, they could speak with their gaze and their touch.

Until, on the morning on day 143, their silence was brutally interrupted.

Adam woke up in the cave, his morning wood stirring but with the feeling that something had just happened.

A dull noise had woken him up but he could not say what it was or where it was from.

Unsure, he let Jonas sleep (the anaconda hard and dripping, even in that state) and he got out of the cave slowly.

Definitely, there was something in the air. The birds and monkeys were not reacting as they would usually do at the first light of dawn.

Adam rubbed his eyes and looked below to the beach.

He had to scan for a moment to see it, right below the cliff.

There was something washed up on the beach. A structure of some sort, but it was too close to the cliff to see clearly without falling, and this was a risk Adam was not willing to take.

He thought about waking up Jonas but he seemed so peaceful that he decided not to.

For nearly five months, the area between their beach camp, the waterfall, and their cave had become their territory. They had walked over it countless times and no longer felt any fear.

Maybe this is precisely why Adam should have been more careful.

In any case, the dentist descended the easier path they had created, enjoying the cool but nice weather.

Whatever was on the beach, those could be materials useful to improve their shelters or even stuff to help the construction of the raft.

The best-case scenario would be to find some solid ropes because the vines were not quite it.

It was not the first time it happened either.

A few times during their adventure, large pieces of plastic, wood, or even once metal, had been washed out onto the shore.

Adam did not think too much of it at first, although, as he arrived at the beach from the jungle and walked closer, his heart started racing fast in his chest.

Wait…

It was not just a random piece of wood.

Could it be… a small boat!?

It was!

He could not see it from where he was standing above but there was no doubt now that he was walking closer.

He even started running like a crazy person, not aware of his hairy cock still semi-hard from his morning erection, bouncing against his stomach.

Before he could reach what, he had recognized as a sailing boat, though, something stopped him in his tracks.

Or rather, someone.

“¡Eh! ¡Ladrón! ¡Detente, Detente! ¡Piratas! ¡Malditos piratas! ¡Fuera de aquí!”

Adam’s heart skipped a beat.

It was the first time in 143 days that he was hearing someone talking who was neither Jonas or himself.

They were no longer alone on the island.

He turned around to see a man in his forties, shirtless but wearing a brown pair of shorts, running toward him, holding a machete.

But not a makeshift one like the one used by our heroes, an actual weapon!

Adam was way too stunned to speak.

“¡Hombre desnudo! ¡Aléjate! ¡Aléjate de mi barco! ¡Te mataré!”

Desnudo?

Oh well, he was stark naked.

He had forgotten about this detail.

For the rest, he barely spoke a work of Spanish. Fuck. The guy looked threatening as hell but how could he explain himself?

“¡Ladrón! ¡Ladrón!”

Was he about to attack him? Kill him?

You know what we say… On this Earth, the Man is the most dangerous animal and this guy was much scarier than the jaguars!

Adam held his hands up in the air spontaneously.

“Sir… Senor, per favor!”

“¿Quién eres? ¿Qué haces aquí?”

The guy slowed down when he realized Adam was holding his hands up.

“Soy survivor, castaway! Help, S.O.S.”

Adam pointed toward the S.O.S. sign still visible on the beach.

“Pirate?”

“No. No pirate. Big accident. Please. Per favor.”

To lower his threat level, Adam even got down on his knees. Only then, the stranger began to relax.

“American?”

“Yes.”

The sailor kept his machete in his hand but lowered it down.

He looked at the American with his long disheveled dark hair and the thick beard. Also, the big dick and fat ass.

“¿Cómo te llamas?”

“Soy Adam. No ablas Espanol.”

“No ablas Engles. Soy Fernando.”

The man extended his arm and Adam took it.

He got back up with Fernando’s help.

With a very poor Spanish, he tried to explain himself.

“Soy Americanos. Estoy aquí con un… un amigo, boat accidente. S.O.S. Soy survivors.”

“Need help?”

“Si! Per favor, Senor. Gracias!”

Just when Fernando had lowered his guards down, someone jumped on him, throwing him on the ground.

Jonas attacked the poor guy and locked him with his right leg and left arm, his face down in the sand.

“Jonas! What the fuck?!”

Naked as the day he was born, red with anger and nerves, Jonas grabbed the machete from Fernando’s hand and threw it away.

“Who is this!?” He yelled.

“Let him go! He could help us!”

“He was threatening you!”

“Yeah! He got fucking scared! Can you blame him? But he’s not dangerous. Let him go!”

Once again, Jonas had acted on impulse.

Seeing a stranger with a machete so close to the person who was most important to him caused him to lose his temper. He did not think twice before acting.

“¡Cabrones! ¡Putos cabrones!” Fernando grunted.

Even with their poor level of Spanish, our heroes could tell that this was not good.

Jonas felt silly when he saw the sailboat halfway submerged in the water.

“Sorry. Perdon!” He awkwardly said.

Adam lowered to be at his level.

“Fernando, mi amigo thought… He thought you were attacking me. Perdon!”

Jonas released his grip but as one could have expected, Fernando jumped and ran away as soon as he could, terrified.

He would reach his boat in no time.

“No!” Jonas screamed behind him.

It was way too stupid to let their one chance disappear like this.

But as Joe began to run after Fernando, Adam held him back. He had another thought.

“Wait, Joe.” He grabbed his arm. “Are you sure you want to go after him?”

“Huh?”

“If he leaves, we stay here, on our owns… Are you sure you want to leave this place?”

Jonas was shook.

“Adam… Come on! I know you want to go. You were right when I put out the fire. This was a mistake.”

“I’m not so sure…”

“We have to. History told us there might be no other opportunity. What if one of us gets hurt in here? What if the storms get worse?”

“All right…”

“Babe, it’s your call but we might be blowing it right now.”

“Fuck! You’re right, let’s go! Let’s try to convince him to help us.”

The boys started running after Fernando while he was already on his tiny sailboat, trying to get it on the water.

They had wasted some precious time.

“Senor, per favor, help us! Help!”

“Pedon, Senor. Perdon!”

“We’re good people, we don’t want to hurt you!”

The scene was the perfect blend of tragic and hilarious.

Having two grown men chase another grown man amid the most ridiculous misunderstanding, after five months without any contact with the outside world—also known as "the other side"—was quite something.

Obviously, Fernando could not sail away that easily; his small boat needed some readjustments before he could leave the shore, and soon enough, the strange naked Americans were right there, on his tail.

They apologized so much, but more importantly, they looked so ridiculous and inoffensive, that Fernando eventually agreed to hear them out.

Due to language issues, initial apprehension, misunderstandings, and endless repetitions, it took a good hour for their story to become somewhat clear.

Fernando was a professional sailor and real-life adventurer from Colombia who was opening a new path in the Pacific Ocean.

He often ventured to remote, uncharted islands to discover beautiful new places. That was his thing. But in his entire career, he had never stumbled upon two naked men running around on the beach.

Finally, he understood that our heroes were castaways, victims of a shipwreck. Dumb Americans on vacation in Peru who got themselves so far away from the mainland.

“¿Cinco meses, en serio?”

“Si. Five months. 143 days.”

Jonas showed Fernando the lines in the sand. The sailor was impressed, almost jealous.

Using a map, Fernando showed them exactly where they were, and Adam was shocked.

They were miles away from their starting point in Mancora, on Peru's northern coast. The only way they could have reached that spot was by driving the motorboat full blast in the opposite direction, up north, for hours.

It was definitely what had happened but he had no recollection of this.

Damn psychedelic mushrooms!

Another big turn of events was that Fernando had a way to communicate with the outside world.

He had a radio and walkie-talkies.

Adam and Jonas watched as he sent multiple messages in Spanish, saying that he had found two naked men stranded on an isolated island and describing their exact location.

After the worst first meeting ever, the authorities confirmed that two American men had disappeared at sea in July, which matched Adam and Jonas’s stories.

Only then did Fernando fully chill and start joking with the guys.

He even offered them a bottle of rum that he had been saving for a special occasion.

What would ever be more special than that?!

What a story to tell his children when he would be back!

Moments later, both the Peruvian and American authorities requested a radio conversation with our castaways.

Adam did most of the talking.

“Yes, we've been surviving on this island for 143 days.” He explained. “No one is hurt; we were able to treat our wounds from the shipwreck.”

He could tell his interlocutors were very excited.

Stories like this rarely ended well; they would make worldwide headlines, they said.

“How did the shipwreck happen exactly?”

“We're not really sure. We went on an excursion, and we lost control of the boat and of its direction. We got lost in the ocean and then we drifted until we ran out of fuel. Then, there was a storm and we found an island.”

Adam decided it would be best not to mention the mushrooms.

Jonas had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Obviously, he had told Adam to go for it and to take the opportunity to leave the damn place, but now, it was going way too quickly.

The cave, the beach camp, the raft… Soon, they would no longer mean anything.

In fact, everything was over from the moment they had started talking with Fernando.

A man from the American embassy said:

“Your families are going to be so relieved. Your wives have been waiting and searching for you.”

“Oh… They’re all right? Our families?”

“Everyone is okay. Stay still. A rescue team is already on the way.”

“Thank you.”

Three hours later, a large ship appeared on the horizon, and two smaller red boats were used to reach the beach since the main rescue ship could not dock on the shore.

Fernando waited with our heroes, asking so many questions with so little English words.

He was going to be on the news, too, and he could talk about his project to sail across the entire Pacific Ocean.

Adam and Jonas played along.

They were supposed to be ecstatic to finally be “saved.”

They showed Fernando their raft project and everything they had set up.

Fernando took hundreds of pictures (with a phone (!), that was so strange for Adam and Jonas) that he would later sell to the media.

After all, he had just played a huge part in the rescue. He deserved some recognition and probably, some money.

For Adam and Jonas, however, it was bittersweet.

They had both decided that leaving the island was the only reasonable move, but now it felt like everything was out of their control.

The team that eventually arrived consisted of dozens of people, including medics.

They were seen by two different doctors immediately. At least, they spoke English.

“We’re fine, we swear!”

One man filmed the entire thing, including their naked bodies.

The images would leak in the news later in the year, but their penises were blurred.

Even with the blur, though, anyone could have said Jonas was packing an anaconda between his legs, but that is beside the point.

Everyone around them was excited.

Should they have been more joyful?

After all, they were returning to a life of comfort and would be reunited with their loved ones. Their return to the mainland was the best possible outcome.

But what would become of them?

Adam and Jonas were each brought to one of the red boats that would take them to the larger rescue ship, which would then bring them back to the mainland.

Adam was taken aback.

“Can we just leave together? In the same boat?” He asked, confused.

“You are leaving together, son.” The captain of the rescue team said. “You'll be on the ship in twenty minutes. The both of you. This is just a very small trip to get you there."

He did not want to be separated from Jonas, not even for a second.

But he agreed because it was silly to fight about it. Literally, it was just a matter of minutes, the ocean was calm, they would be fine.

Jonas came to hug him.

It was their very last minute on the island.

“Once we're on that ship, it’ll be over for real.”

“What… What would be over, Joe?”

“This adventure. I mean, being castaway.”

“We should have said goodbye to the island."

“It's not the island that I'll miss...” Jonas muttered, tears in his eyes.

“Guys, are you ready?”

“Yes… Yes, we are.”

"See you on the other side, Adam.”

"Yes, see you on the other side, Joe.”