Stranded - Chapter 06

STRANDED

Chapter 6: Protein Intake

“No luck with the fishnet?”

“No… Nothing yet.” Jonas replied, disappointed.

“Okay, well, we knew it’d take some efforts… Maybe next time.”

Adam shut his eyes.

He was lying right by the ocean, trying to regain some strength.

Once again, the night had been short.

Jonas was able to sleep under pretty much every circumstance but Adam was rarely able to sleep more than two hours straight.

It was not so much because of the difficult conditions but his mind was on constant high alert.

“Stay here, bro, I’ll bring you some more bananas.” Jonas offered.

“Not sure I can tolerate them anymore.”

“Sure, my prince, I’ll find you something else then.”

Jonas pretended to bow down.

“Sorry, man. It’s not what I meant…”

“Don’t apologize. I’m serious! I have something in mind.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that…” Adam murmured; his voice heavy with exhaustion.

He was okay but it was a low day.

He needed to take a breather. The pressure from the last days was coming down.

Adam only began to realize how tired and sore he was.

Earlier in the morning, Jonas had already spotted a coconut hanging from one of the palm trees, - close to the waterfall only a few minutes from their makeshift camp -, and he decided it was the moment to give it a go.

Armed with a large stick ending with a small sharp rock, a weapon he had designed and left by the fire, he walked inside the jungle.

They had not explored much but they were getting to know the area forming a triangle between their beach, the waterfall and the fruits trees.

Jonas knew where to go and the naked Robison easily reached the palm tree.

He thought of the legend according to which a coconut falling was the most common cause of deaths on an island.

He wondered if that was true.

Either way, he tried to be careful, he had made a promise to Adam of not taking any unnecessary risk and he intended to keep it.

With a few swift and strong moves, he hacked at the coconut, sending it crashing to the ground with a thud.

“Jackpot!”

He picked it up and removed the husk, revealing the smooth, brown shell beneath.

Jonas then used his brand-new weapon to bash the coconut open, draining the sweet water inside into a piece of wood turned into a cup.

Finally, he grabbed another rock to pry the flesh from the shell, breaking it into smaller pieces that he could carry back to Adam.

He wanted to make that lunch special.

As he made his way back to the beach, he could not shake the feeling that something was off. The jungle seemed quieter than usual, the birds and insects subdued as if holding their breath.

He felt watched and he quickened his pace.

They were rarely venturing on their own and Jonas did not feel safe without his best friend by his side.

As he approached the beach, he saw Adam still lying on the sand, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his breath.

He looked handsome but that was not the point. 

Jonas knelt beside him, carefully placing the pieces of coconut flesh next to him.

“Adam, wake up. I brought you something new.” He said softly, nudging his friend's shoulder.

Adam stirred, his eyes fluttering open.

He looked at Jonas, a weak smile spreading across his face.

“Wow, man. A new meal! Amazing!”

“Not much but it should be nourishing.”

“You're a lifesaver. I'm not sure I could have handled another banana."

His gaze spontaneously stopped on Jonas’ dick.

Such a nice and low hanging fruit…

For once, he was flaccid. It was sweaty too.

Droplets were forming on the tip. Also, one could tell that Jonas had not had the chance to trim in days.

He was hairier than usual even though he remained quite smooth compared to Adam’s natural fur.

The more he was starving, the more Adam seemed to think Jonas’ dick looked appetizing.

He recentered himself.

He had become a master at ignoring his naughty polluting thoughts.

Adam took the pieces of coconut flesh and slowly began to chew, his spirit coming back as he savored the sweet, creamy taste.

Jonas watched him, a mix of concern and pride welling up inside him.

He was glad he could help, but he also knew that they were in a tough situation.

They needed to find a way to eat something more consistent, and soon, before their bodies could no longer keep up with the demands they were placing on them.

“How are you feeling?”

“I'm okay.”

Adam forced himself to straighten up.

“Bro, you can rest. I'll build a better shelter and maybe soon, we'll have fishes! The system I’ve put in place will work.”

“I bet it will and it's fine. I can help. I need to keep myself moving anyway.”

“Your call…”

Adam slowly rose to his feet.

His muscles protested the movement, but he pushed through the discomfort, determined to help Jonas with the shelter.

Jonas handed Adam another piece of coconut flesh, and they stood there for a moment, both chewing in silence as they surveyed their surroundings.

Yes, it was difficult living there but the view remained stunning.

The beach was a mix of white sand and black volcanic rock, the water a clear turquoise that extended out to where it met the deep blue of the open ocean and the jungle was a dense tangle of greenery that bordered the beach, the trees towering overhead and blocking out much of the sunlight.

Adam and Jonas had already scoured the nearby area for useful materials, but they knew they needed to be more systematic in their approach.

They had to think like survivors, like they were meant to stay on this island for more than just a few days.

“We should start by gathering more leaves and vines.” Adam said, his voice firm with resolve.

“Yeah, I thought so too. This should be our mission this afternoon. We need to make the shelter bigger and sturdier.”

“Something that can provide better protection against the elements and any unwelcome visitors."

Jonas nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the jungle.

“You're right, I’m not sure birds and monkeys are the only animals on this island. And we should probably look for some larger branches or logs to reinforce the structure of what we’ve built yesterday.”

“Yeah, we can't keep relying on this fire alone to keep us safe.”

Jonas grabbed his makeshift machete.

“I'll go in first and clear a path. You follow behind and gather what you can.”

Adam smiled, picking up a sturdy stick to use as a walking staff.

“Be careful, Jonas. We don't know what might be lurking in there.”

Jonas gave him a reassuring smile.

“Don't worry, I've got this!”

In front of his best buddy, he had to show confidence.

Adam watched him go; his best friend’s excitement was honestly a blessing. It made everything so much easier.

That being said, they had to stay alert.

The more you walk into the jungle, the more it turns into a labyrinth of tangled vines, towering trees, and diverse wildlife.

Adam followed Jonas cautiously, his eyes darting from side to side, ears straining to catch any sound that might indicate danger.

The air was thick with humidity, and he was already damped with sweat.

He could feel the droplets in his furry ass crack.

Jonas moved with surprising ease, his muscles taut as he swung the machete, clearing a path for them both.

He was in his element.

He paused occasionally to point out useful plants or vines to Adam, who would then carefully collect them, adding to the pile he was carrying.

After a while, Jonas stopped at a particularly large tree.

“This one's a real beauty, and it’s god some good sturdy branches.” He said, running his hands over the trunk, almost sensually.

Adam eyed the tree skeptically.

“You sure you can handle it, Tarzan? It looks like it might be a bit much for our little campfire shelter.”

Jonas flashed a cocky grin.

“Trust the professional.”

He swung his machete with expert precision, severing the lower branches with a few swift cuts.

Frankly, he was impressive and Adam was admiring him, his muscles glistening with the sweat, his cock swinging around as he hit.

Jonas was a specimen.

“Damn, you’re truly made for this.”

“Alright, catch!” Jonas said, tossing a thick, sturdy branch to Adam.

Adam caught it with both hands, grunting at the weight.

“You sure about this, Jonas? We don't want to make our shelter top-heavy.”

Jonas chuckled.

“Relax, Mister Overthinker. I know what I'm doing. Just trust me and help me haul this back.”

Adam nodded, putting the largest branch over his shoulder.

“Okay let’s not go any further though. We might get lost and we have already a ton to bring back to camp.”

“Understood, chief.”

They turned back, the canopy above casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.

Adam and Jonas emerged from the jungle about twenty minutes later, their arms laden with branches and vines.

They dumped their haul near their camp, where the fire was still burning.

Both had the strange feeling of returning home. 

While Jonas did most of the heavy lifting to secure the shelter, Adam gathered all the fruits they had managed to scavenge from the jungle and was now skillfully slicing them into a colorful array on a large leaf.

“That looks amazing.” Jonas commented, his stomach rumbling at the sight of the fruit salad.

He collapsed onto the sand, his muscles aching from the day's labor.

Adam grinned.

“For dinner tonight: fruit, fruit and more fruits!”

“I’ll get you some proteins, I swear.”

Adam skewered a piece of mango with a sharpened stick and offered it to Jonas.

“Here, take a bite. You’ve earned it.”

Adam sat up and played with the stick.

Jonas took a bite, savoring the sweetness as the juice dripped down his chin, a feeling of contentment washing over him.

“It’s damn good. Nature's candy, right there.”

They felt tired, but also a sense of accomplishment.

They had worked hard today, and for once, everything had gone relatively according to plan.

The sun was still high up in the sky, they lied under the protection of their new shelter.

As they shared the fruit salad, the conversation turned to their plans for the future.

“We’ll have to explore more. The jungle is bigger than I thought. We can find food elsewhere.” Jonas spoke, always eager to venture further away.

“We got very lucky having everything we need nearby. Let’s try to consolidate what we do have first. We don't want to wake up one night and find ourselves in a pile of leaves.” Adam said, chewing thoughtfully.

“Yeah, that would suck…”

“You were truly impressive in the jungle. I don’t know how you do it, how you have so much energy all the time.”

“I worry less, that helps!”

Adam smiled.

“Good point. I should take a page out of your book.”

“Alright, buddy, let's take a break. We can continue on the shelter after we've rested.”

Jonas stretched out on the sand, a contented sigh escaping him as the warm grains shifted beneath his body.

“Maybe a rescue team will come soon.” Adam mentioned, unconvincingly.

“True…”

Adam watched as Jonas closed his eyes, his breathing slowing and his tanned muscles relaxing.

After a moment, he noticed something else.

There again, Jonas' cock was growing, irresistibly rising against his bruised abdomen!

Damn, the dude was really insatiable.

Even with his eyes shut, Jonas felt Adam's gaze lingering on his growing erection and he could not help but smirk.

A part of him liked to be watched.

He turned his head to face Adam, one eyebrow raised in a teasing manner.

“Like what you see, Mister Overthinker?” He asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Adam blushed, quickly averting his eyes.

“It’s just pretty difficult to miss…”

“Fair. It’s rather big.”

“A giant log.” Adam commented with a grin.

Jonas could see the internal struggle playing out on Adam's face, the tension between his desire and his reservations.

He scooted closer to Adam, propping himself up on one elbow so that he was on his level.

“You know, I bet there's some healthy nourishing proteins in those heavy balls... I could be a good provider.”

Adam bit his lower lip.

Jonas was provoking him.

“Yes, probably.”

Adam pretended like he was unfazed while arousal dripped from his pores.

It was obvious he was startled.

“I can share my portion; you know damn well that it’s always extra-large with me… Only if you help me pumping the milk out of course. My wrists are tired from all the heavy lifting.”

Jonas shared the same disturbing thoughts as Adam, not being able to define what was happening to them lately.

But his way of solving the issue was to act on his desires and see where it would lead them.

There was no need to think about it for hours. More fun, and less worries. Hakuna matata philosophy.

Adam chuckled nervously.

“You’re a fucking brat, Jonas.”

Jonas grinned, his eyes never leaving Adam’s face.

“And you love it!”

Adam’s gaze flicked down to Jonas’s cock, which was now fully erect and throbbing.

He could not deny the sight of it turned him on. His own dick reacted…

He licked his lips, his throat suddenly dry. Adam was thirsty and that had nothing to do with dehydration.

“Joe, are you for real right now?”

“Come on, you were not so weird or so shocked about it, last night.” Jonas remarked.

Once again, he had a point.

Yet, it was one thing to stroke him in the dark and another to do it in broad daylight.

“Your cock is so damn big, Jonas.”

“You think?” He tugged on it playfully.

He retracted his foreskin, dipped his index in his demanding dick.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to its size. And why the hell are you so fucking hard all the time?!”

“Hey, you’re one to talk! You ass is do damn big; I cannot get used to it either. Bro, I haven’t had sex in so long, don’t be surprised if I’m always hard when you’re parading your juicy buns around!”

They laughed it off.

Was he serious?

Either way, Adam reached out, his hand wrapping around Jonas's length, giving it a slow stroke.

That was a good way to shut him up.

Jonas let out a low groan, his hips shifting in response to Adam's touch.

“Fuck, bro, you’re so thick!”

“Hmmm… I know, a blessing and a curse.”

“A curse?! How?”

“It hurts sometimes. I mean, it hurt Laura at first. She had to get used to it; I’m an anal guy.”

Adam already knew that.

Back in 2013, the night of the incident, Jonas had told him the exact same words.

“Just shut up Joe, and let’s make this protein shake.”

“I did promise you some… Hmmm… Nourishing meal.”

Adam's thumb circled the head of Jonas's cock, spreading the precum that had gathered there.

He looked up at Jonas, his eyes meeting his best friend's gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, Adam began to stroke himself as well, his hand moving in time with the rhythm he set on Jonas's cock.

Obviously, he had gotten hard quickly.

Jonas let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly as Adam's masturbation became more vigorous.

They were just having fun, Adam rationalized.

Humans needed to feel close to each other, to have this skin against skin’s contact, it was just a primal need, and that excuse about proteins was not that ridiculous after all.

In fact, the personal trainer must have been producing a ton of nutriments in these large balls.

It was time to harvest!

Adam spat on his own cock and then leaned over to spit on his friend’s immense shaft.

They were both uncut and he could feel their foreskin rolling against his fingers.

There was definitely a difference in size and girth but Adam did not mind. He liked his dick, it was big enough, it was not just a freaking anaconda.

Jonas shut his eyes and stretched his hands above his head.

He was showing that he did not need to do the work, Adam was there to take care of him.

Adam felt the dick twitching some more as he caressed his mate’s big balls. A move he had already tried the night before.

They were getting to know their sensitive points.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Jonas murmured after a few minutes.

“I bet… Are you close?”

“Hmmm… Yeah… But, to be honest, if you really want your protein intake, you better accelerate the pace.” Jonas smirked.

He loved being cocky.

“Don't worry, I've got a plan.”

Adam let go of his own cock for a minute to stroke Jonas with both his hands, one was constantly on his shaft while the other was leaning against his nipples or wandering around his highly sensitive balls.

Jonas let out a gasp.

He reached down and gathered the precum leaking from his tip, bringing it to his own lips and tasting the salty, musky flavor.

“That tastes good already. Want some?”

“Bro…”

Jonas picked more precum from his stomach and brought his fingers to Adam’s lips.

“Drink up, man, you’re doing all the work! That’s the least I can offer you.”

Adam stuck out his tongue and while he was still furiously stroking that enormous cock, he tasted Jonas’ precum for the first time.

“Fuck… I can’t believe I’m doing this…”

“It’s just you and I here, man. No judgment.”

“You taste like the brat you are, Joe!”

He chuckled.

“Let me help you out too.”

He grabbed his friend’s dick and they started jerking each other off. The tired wrist seemed not such a problem anymore…

They were just two buddies having a damn nice time on a secluded beach.

Take the near-death experience out of the equation, this was a great relaxing vacation.

As Adam watched Jonas work his cock, he could feel his own orgasm building.

He tightened his grip on Jonas's girthy shaft, increasing the pace of his strokes.

“Fuck, Jonas, I'm definitely close.”

Jonas looked up at him, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

He increased the friction on Adam's cock, eager to bring him over the edge.

It had become a competition.

Who would make the other nut first?

Who held the power in that relationship?

Adam let a low moan escaping his lips as he felt his balls tighten.

“Oh fuck, here it comes!” He growled, his hand moving faster on Jonas's cock.

He could feel Jonas's cock throbbing in his hand, and he knew his friend was just as close.

With a final, powerful stroke, Adam came, his cum shooting onto his buddy’s hand and all over his hairy chest.

Jonas nutted immediately after.

A ton!

The little game turned into the first ever fireworks on this island, two geysers exploding as one.

Adam looked down at his cum-coated hand, a sense of wonder mixed with arousal washing over him.

On his side, Jonas kept spraying his loads on his hands, his chest, and even his chin.

“Fuck… God… Hmmm… That’s a big one!”

“Let’s eat that! Now! While it’s fresh!” Adam commanded hastily.

He was no longer himself.

“You’re the doctor!”

A large smile on their faces, they started swallowing the juice.

Jonas hesitated briefly before going for it, his tongue tentatively licking the sticky foreign substance on his fingers.

He recoiled at first, the taste and texture unfamiliar, but then his body took over, his tongue lapping eagerly at his own fingers.

Adam was already sucking off his thumb and index.

They were more cum dripping on their respective chests.

“Should we…?” Adam began.

“Go for it, bro. Lick that up! No waste!”

Jonas grabbed his friend’s neck and guided him down his upper chest.

Adam licked, kissed and slurped. 

A low grunt escaped him, deep and primal, as he savored the tangy, salty flavor of his friend's release.

“Hum… Ah…”

Jonas watched him, his eyes dark with lust.

“Fuck, Adam…  That's so hot.”

Adam kept drinking the miraculous juice.

He had never done anything like this before, never even considered it.

But here he was, licking fresh warm cum off his best friend's stomach, and he could not deny that it felt so damn delicious.

His avid tongue traced patterns on Jonas's skin, until every last droplet was gone.

Well… There was one place with remaining droplets.

“You miss some on my cock.” Jonas pointed out.

He made his deflating dick twitch one last time.

Adam’s heart was about to burst out of his chest when he stuck his tongue out and felt the tip of the monster cock.

He could not believe himself.

His brain was on off. His mind was finally clear. He had stopped overthinking.

He was slurping on a massive cummy cock…. And it was damn delicious!

“Thanks for the protein, man.” He spoke.

They started laughing hysterically.