Desert Island Ch. 10

Jack's POV

I woke with a start, the morning light filtering through the gaps in our makeshift hut. The space beside me was empty, both Kovu and Sulu were gone. I stretched, a strange sense of panic creeping in at the thought of them being out of my sight.

Quickly pulling on my shorts, I searched the camp, but it was deserted.

"Kovu? Sulu?" I called out. When no one responded, I headed to the beach. The ground felt cool beneath my feet as I made my way along our usual path. The trees began to thin, and I was just starting to make out the beach when I stopped dead in my tracks.

Just beyond the final row of palms, there they were, locked in a passionate kiss, their mouths hungrily devouring each other. I instinctively stepped behind a broad tree trunk, peering around it as Kovu broke the kiss and moved to all fours, his muscular back and ass framed perfectly before me.

Sulu knelt behind him, his hands caressing Kovu's firm cheeks before spreading them wide and burying his face between them. Kovu arched his back in response to Sulu's skilled tongue working its magic.

I knew I should leave, give them privacy, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. The sight of these two primal, powerful men together was hypnotic. Sulu worked Kovu's hole enthusiastically, his hands gripping those sculpted cheeks, occasionally reaching around to tug on Kovu's thick erection...

When Sulu finally pulled back, his own cock stood proud, thick, long, with that same distinctive downward curve. Both of their bodies were so perfectly built it almost didn't seem real.

Sulu shifted, positioning himself and guiding his shaft to Kovu's prepared entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed forward, drawing a deep, satisfied groan from Kovu.

Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm; it was obvious this wasn't their first time. The contrast of their ebony skin against the white sand, the way their muscles flexed with each movement, it drew me in completely. I realised my own hand had unconsciously found its way to my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts. I jerked it away, ashamed, yet still unable to look away.

Sulu's pace increased, hips snapping forward more forcefully. Kovu reached down to stroke himself, his movements urgent. Their rhythm grew frantic, bodies slick with sweat and need. Kovu tensed suddenly, crying out as his load painted the sand beneath him. Sulu followed moments later, fingers digging into Kovu's hips as he thrust deep one final time.

Heart pounding, I hurried back to camp, tripping over a fallen branch in my panic at being caught watching.

Rick's POV

I ducked beneath a low branch following the trail, that the skinny guy had left in his panic yesterday. My years of training meant moving silently through the trees was second nature. Aaron tried his best to follow my movements and for the most part he succeeded, but occasionally his foot would catch on a root or a dry twig would snap beneath his weight.

I glanced at him, noting the flush in his cheeks from the exertion. "Do you need to rest?"

He shook his head, adjusting the pack on his shoulders. "No. I'm tired but lets keep going."

I nodded the whispered, "Let me know when you do."

We continued in silence for a while, the jungle birds called overhead, and insects buzzed persistently. The heat was oppressive, my vest stuck to my skin and the straps from my pack were wet with sweat.

After another couple of hours walking, the dense foliage began to thin. Sunlight streamed through in larger patches as we approached what appeared to be the edge of the jungle. I held up my hand, signalling Aaron to stop.

"I think we're getting close to the shore," I whispered, wiping sweat from my brow.

"Thank fuck." He panted quietly.

We pushed through the last stretch of vegetation and emerged at the tree line. Before us stretched a wide clearing leading down to a rocky outcrop. I dropped to one knee, shrugging off my pack pulling out my unfinished map and glancing at my compass

"Do you think we're close to where the boat was headin?" Aaron asked, wiping sweat from his brow as he peered over my shoulder. I grunted, focusing on orienting the map correctly. "Should we try to radio Jack again?" he continued, I made another noncommittal sound, my eyes narrowed as I calculated our position by how long we'd been walking. "Rick, are you even listening to me?" Aaron nudged my shoulder.

"Hmm," I responded automatically, tracing a finger along a contour line.

He sighed and flopped down beside me pulling open his own pack. "Fine, do your map doctor thing. I need water anyway."

"We're here." I said pointing to a point on the map, I took the bottle he offered me- taking a swig and continued, "I lost his trail a while back, but he was headed South West. I'm pretty sure if we keep headed West up the beach we'll come across him."

"Or he could be just as lost as I feel."

"True. He probably has a better sense of direction than you though." I laughed trying to make light of the situation.

We trailed along the shoreline heading westward. The sun was dipping lower, and after what felt like hours, we finally came upon a rocky outcrop. I signaled for Aaron to stay behind me as we rounded the cove.

There it was: partially hidden by overhanging vegetation, a sleek black boat sat at anchor. It wasn't large, but it sure as hell wasn't a fisherman's vessel.

"Fuck," I whispered, pulling Aaron down behind a boulder. "That's not good."

Aaron's eyes widened. "Friends of yours?"

"Unfortunately not." I reached out and tugged him further into cover, eyes locked on the boat. "I've seen that vessel before," I whispered. "Back at the harbor, when I was making contact with Kurt's group. Followed one of those bastards straight to a meeting on that exact boat."

Aaron's breath caught. "So someone got them off the island you left them on," he whispered, voice tight as he pieced it together.

I nodded grimly, running a hand through my sweat-damp hair. "But how would they know which island they were on? And what are the odds they'd show up on this on?"

"Maybe it's not random," Aaron murmured. "Maybe they've got surveillance on all of them."

I shook my head. "There's hundreds of islands. No way they're monitoring them all."

I exhaled slowly, the tension building behind my ribs. "I need to get a closer look," I decided aloud. "We need to know what we're dealing with. And how many."

We crept forward, hugging the treeline. The boat appeared empty. I motioned for Aaron to stay back, pulled my gun from my waistband, and started moving in.

Fresh tracks in the sand. One set heading to the boat, two leading away. Recent. Within the last few hours.

I checked my gun again, then slipped quietly through the shallows, water cool against my legs.

Climbing aboard, I swept the deck with my weapon raised before moving inside. The cabin was sparse but well-equipped, with communications gear, navigation equipment, papers strewn across a small table. Nothing immediately revealing. But this wasn't some random landing. They were here for something.

After clearing every room, I returned to the deck and signalled for Aaron. For a moment, he was nowhere to be seen. My pulse spiked, but settled when he emerged cautiously from the trees, scanning the beach before darting toward the water. His pack rattled with every step.

I reached down, gripped his forearm, and hauled him aboard in one pull.

"Fuck me, I was shitting myself waiting," he whispered, water dripping from his shorts.

"Sorry, mate. No worries. No one home. But someone was here. Recently. Come look."

I led him to the bridge and pointed to the radio equipment. The unit was still warm. An unfolded map lay across the table, several islands circled in red. Ours included.

"Shit," Aaron breathed. "They know we're here."

"Not just ours." I flipped through a logbook I'd pulled from under the console. Page after page of notes. Months of searches. "They've been systematically working these islands."

I kept flipping. Stopped on an entry. "Look at this! Mentions of 'native hostiles' and 'cooperative islands.'"

Aaron paled. "So they know exactly where we are."

I gathered the maps and logbook. "We need to get back to Jack and the others. Now."

Suddenly, a noise above deck froze us both. Crunching footsteps in the sand. Someone was coming back.

"Hide," I mouthed, grabbing Aaron and pulling him toward a storage compartment. We squeezed into the tight space beneath the navigation console. Metal walls pressed against my shoulders as I yanked Aaron tight against me, one hand instinctively clamping over his mouth. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest.

Heavy boots thudded on the deck. The cabin door creaked. A huge shadow appeared on the floor as someone descended.

I tightened my grip on Aaron. The man was massive, tattooed arms, scarred face, moving straight for the console. He flipped switches, bringing the boat's engines to life with a low rumble.

Then, the crackle of a radio.

"Snake, it's Marcus, you copy?"

The big man sighed when no one answered.

"For fuck's sake, Snake. If you can hear me, this whole op's gone to shit. Kurt and Garrett are both dead. Just seen Jared. Says that government operative you've been hunting took them both out."

Marcus's voice stayed eerily calm.

"Jared thinks he knows where their camp is. I sent him back. Told him I'd put a bullet in him myself if he doesn't man up and wipe out whoever's left."

In the darkness of our hiding spot, Aaron's wide eyes locked with mine.

We both understood.

Jared was going for Jack.

Jack's POV:

Later that afternoon, I decided it would be a good time to take Kovu and Sulu to the pool, I gestured animatedly through the dense canopy, mimicking the motion of swimming with exaggerated strokes. At first, their expressions were blank, but they quickly caught on and seemed happy enough to follow.

We walked at a leisurely pace. Kovu moved with a subtle limp, but it barely seemed to slow him down.

After about twenty minutes, we pushed through a curtain of vines and emerged into a secluded grotto. Sunlight streamed through the canopy, illuminating the crystal-clear pool fed by a small waterfall.

"Here we are," I announced, watching their reactions.

Both men's eyes widened. Sulu clapped and let out an appreciative sound. Kovu nodded, gaze sweeping across the serene pool.

Without hesitation, they approached the water's edge, untying the thin cords of their loincloths. The garments dropped. I stood frozen, unable to look away. Their cocks swung freely between powerful thighs, thick, uncut, hanging heavily above full sacs. They were completely hairless, their dark skin gleaming in the sun. My mouth went dry.

I fumbled with the button on my shorts, self-conscious but too hot to care. As I pushed them down, both men turned to watch.

My cock sprang free, instantly hard. Kovu's eyes widened. He gestured toward my erection, saying something to Sulu that made them both laugh. Their eyes raked over me, lingering on my obvious arousal.

Heat rushed to my face. I had never felt so exposed. My cock, which had always seemed perfectly adequate back home, suddenly felt small next to theirs. Flustered, I bolted past them and dove into the water with a splash.

Relief enveloped me. I surfaced, pushing wet hair from my eyes just in time to see both men diving in after me. Their powerful bodies cut through the water with effortless grace.

They surfaced on either side of me, water cascading down their chests. Kovu said something, his tone light and teasing. I didn't understand, but his grin and gesture toward my erection made the meaning clear.

"I can't help it," I mumbled. "Have you seen yourselves?"

They laughed, swimming closer. We began to splash and play in the water, our laughter echoing in the grotto. Kovu darted beneath the surface, brushing a teasing hand along my thigh. I gasped. Sulu followed moments later, sliding bold fingers along my inner thigh. The playful mood shifted.

Kovu surfaced behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my chest and pulling me back against him. His cock pressed hard against my lower back. I shuddered.

Sulu moved in front of me, hands gliding along my hips and abs. His dark eyes locked with mine, burning with heat.

Their touches became bolder. Kovu's mouth grazed my neck, teeth nipping. Sulu's fingers found my shaft beneath the water, stroking slow and deliberate. I moaned, leaning back against Kovu's chest, surrounded by their bodies.

They kissed over my shoulder. It was slow and hungry, then turned their attention back to me. Hands explored my body beneath the water, teasing, coaxing, until I was trembling. Without a word, we climbed from the pool, water streaming from our bodies. The sun warmed my skin instantly.

I watched them move gracefully onto the sun-warmed rocks. Their ebony bodies gleamed, muscles flexing, cocks swaying heavy and thick between their legs. The sight filled me with confidence instead of intimidation.

I smiled boldly, straddling Kovu, meeting his dark eyes before leaning in to kiss him. Our mouths opened, tongues sliding together hungrily. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me down against him.

I reached for Sulu, pulling him into the kiss. His lips were soft but demanding, tongue flicking eagerly into my mouth.

As I kissed Sulu, I rocked my hips along the length of Kovu's huge cock, grinding slowly. The helmet pressed out behind me, sliding between my cheeks, hard and hot.

I kissed and nipped at Sulu's neck, then encouraged them to kiss each other again by gently pushing their heads together. I watched in awe as their tongues lapped at each other, the kiss growing wet and messy. I added my own tongue to the mix, loving the taste of both men.

Between kisses, they murmured to each other in low voices. Without warning, Kovu leaned back, pulling me with him until I was kneeling astride his hips.

Sulu broke away, moving behind us. He sucked at the swollen head of Kovu's cock before pressing it against my hole, teasing, then sucking again. I gasped at the pressure. Kovu reached back, spreading my cheeks, and Sulu wasted no time burying his tongue deep inside me.

I whimpered, grinding back eagerly. Sulu's tongue worked me open, hot and relentless. Then he sucked on Kovu's cock again before pressing it fully inside me with a slow, stretching thrust, sinking his tongue back in around it.

I moaned helplessly at the overwhelming sensation.

Moments later, Sulu pulled me forward, causing Kovu's cock to slip free. I gasped as Sulu replaced it with his own, pushing inside with steady, deliberate force. My hole stretched to its limit again, and I cried out with pleasure.

Kovu shifted, kneeling in front of me and offering his cock. I took it into my mouth eagerly. It was so long that I could wrap both hands around it and still suck at the thick tip.

After a while, I used my hands to encourage Kovu to turn around. I buried my face between his cheeks, licking his hole eagerly. The taste of Sulu's precum made me probe deeper, craving more. Sulu pushed at the back of my head, encouraging me to keep eating his friend's hole.

We murmured in our native tongues, deciding together what came next. They repositioned me onto my back. Kovu straddled my hips and slowly sank down onto my cock, swallowing me inch by inch. I groaned, watching my pale shaft disappear inside his dark, perfect ass.

Sulu straddled my face, pushing his thick cock into my open mouth. I took as much as I could, gagging slightly, then trying again. The taste of him made my cock pulse harder inside Kovu.

I moaned into Sulu's shaft as I thrust up into Kovu. His hole tightened and squeezed around me as he fisted his own cock. With a groan, he began to cum, thick streaks painting my chest.

Sulu laughed, slapping Kovu's hip and urging him aside. He then moved behind me, lifting my legs high and lining up his cock with my now-loosened hole.

He thrust inside hard, jackhammering fast and deep. My moans echoed with each thrust. Kovu reached between us, stroking my cock urgently. The combined sensations pushed me over the edge.

I came hard, shooting pulse after pulse of thick cum as Sulu pounded into me.

Moments later, Sulu groaned, pulling out just in time to add a third load across my stomach and chest.

The three of us collapsed together, laughing between soft, exhausted kisses. I rose on trembling legs and we slipped back into the sea, washing away the evidence before lying in the sun to dry, tangled and sated.