The next morning Jean-Claude wakes up, he is lying on his back and is fully erect, he quickly turns over; he looks to see if John is awake, but he is not there. Jean-Claude looks around and sees John sitting by the fire, cleaning another fish, using Jean's technique. John has his pants and shirt back on.
"I have to admit, Jean, your cock is pretty impressive looking when it's erect."
Jean blushes, "It was a delicious dream, but not about you."
"Jean-Claude, believe it or not I woke up the same way this morning, I was just lucky you didn't feel my hard dick against your back."
"Yes, I guess we must find a time and place to masturbate to avoid this."
"Yes, we will need to find some seclusion occasionally to preclude embarrassment."
"Oui"
"I have a fish cleaned if you would like breakfast."
"I think maybe I can find some herbs to go with it, I will look."
Jean gets up and heads to the woods, he comes back later with leaves and berries and cooks them with the fish. They eat hungrily.
Both men then work together making many improvements on the camp, laughing and working well together the camp comes together quickly. They eat and sleep together, laugh and tell stories. They begin to go into the jungle to see if they can find anything useful or helpful.
After they have been together ten days, they are on the beach together walking back to the camp and from the jungle, eyes are watching them. Jean-Claude stops suddenly, John looks at him,
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know. I have a strange feeling, maybe a premonition."
"A premonition? Of what?"
"I don't know, it feels as if someone else is here watching us."
"I hope they have a ship!" They both laugh and continue up to the camp.
The next day they follow the river up into the jungle, they have never been far up the river, and after an hour carefully navigating the slippery rocks they find a small waterfall with quite a large pool at the base. They both turn into schoolboys, Jean jumps in and swims to the waterfall, John pulls off his shorts and underwear and dives in after him. They swim back and forth and finally, exhausted, they lay across a large rock in the sun.
"I cannot believe you are nude on the rock next to me."
"Don't get any ideas, mon ami, but you know, you may be right, why should I be wearing clothes? No one is going to see us."
"I am glad to hear that, it means maybe I have gained some of your trust."
"I think I have been a little jealous seeing you naked every day, I've just been shy about running around naked."
They both laugh and lay back down basking in the sun. After an hour, they swim back to the other end of the pool and pick their way back down to the camp. John picks up his shorts and underwear,
"These may come in useful one day when we are rescued."
"Yes, plus it will keep you from freezing to death!" They both laugh.
A month passes, the camp is looking like a real home, the two play in the sea naked, they use a coconut and play stickball or football, chasing each other and tackling and falling down. They have become like brothers. They haven't given up on their search for a way off the island but the trips into the jungle, except for up to the waterfall and gathering food are becoming less frequent.
Jean-Claude wakes up on a beautiful morning and John is nowhere to be seen. He gets up and goes to the river to rinse off as it had been a very sultry night and he was sweaty. He then walks back to the camp and stirs the fire and gets it going again. He assumes John is down trying to catch fish for breakfast. He waits for what seems like an hour and then realizes the shirt, which they carry their food in, is still there so he picks it up and writes a message in the sand "gone shopping".
He heads out for the hill behind the camp to look for more food. He crosses over the top at the lowest part and heads to the beach on the other side. He wades into the water looking for fish that might be close by, but sees nothing.
He walks back in to the beach and starts rubbing his nipples one at a time, his penis starts to react to the sensation. He throws down the shirt and starts to stroke his cock, pulling back the foreskin and circling the head with his finger. A cool breeze is rustling his long black hair. He becomes fully aroused and slowly he moves his hand up and down the shaft while the other hand fingers his nipples, then moves across his hairy chest and sometimes moves down to caress his testicles. He crouches slightly and then starts moving his hips back and forth and forward and backwards as if fucking his hand. He licks his lips lightly and is talking to himself in a low voice.
Up on the hill John appears from the trees and sees Jean-Claude masturbating. He stops and moves behind one of the trees so that Jean-Claude will not see him. As he stands, watching Jean-Claude his penis becomes engorged quickly and is standing straight out. He nervously turns to go but then turns around and starts watching again. He is very nervous and his penis starts to come down, he puts his hand around the shaft and starts stroking it quickly. He watches as Jean-Claude continues to stroke his shaft slowly and he slows down the strokes on his own cock to match the rhythm of Jean-Claude. John cups his balls in one hand and continues slowly stroking and watching Jean-Claude. He is very self-conscious and hates himself for being so horny and doing something queer. He looks at Jean-Claude's hairy body and wonders what it would be like to touch him as he is stroking his cock.
Then after about 15 minutes, he sees Jean-Claude's body start to shudder and he releases sperm all over his stomach hair, pubes and hand and it drips into the sand.
John strokes his cock feverishly and cums also shooting his load on the tree and the brush in front of him. Then as he watches Jean-Claude he sees him scoop the cum from his stomach and moves his hand up to his mouth and licks off the creamy load. John is amazed and embarrassed. He quickly wipes off his hand on some leaves, turns, and heads back to the camp over the hill.
Jean-Claude must never know what has happened; he is totally embarrassed and ashamed of himself. He cannot believe he has done something like this, he is glad no one has seen what he did.
Jean-Claude wades into the water and works to get the remainder of the sticky cum off his body. He then picks up the shirt from the beach and proceeds back into the jungle to get more of the roots and berries that they have been eating. He collects enough food for several days and then heads back to camp after several hours.
John is sitting by the fire, he has caught two fish and they are laying on the rock waiting to be cooked and eaten.
"I see you are back," Jean-Claude says lightly. "I didn't know where you had gone to so I decided to get some food."
"Yes" said John, "I saw your note and decided that I should be useful and catch some fish while you were away." He looks at Jean-Claude's body and notices some small balls of sperm in the stomach hair that had not been washed away. He did not dare say anything and looked quickly away at the fish, "Let's eat!"
One night the full moon is covered over with clouds and the wind begins furiously lashing the small hut they sleep in. It starts raining hard, the air cools quickly and the two huddle together to keep each other warm. The storm passes quickly but they both have chattering teeth. John goes out, gets palm fronds, and they both lay under them trying to get warm.
Suddenly, Jean-Claude turns his back to John.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm sorry John, I am afraid I was a little too close to you and it excited me, I'm sorry!"
"Turn back around here, we need to stay close to keep warm, we are friends, it is a natural reaction for you when you are close to a man, let it be hard, I don't care."
"Thank you John, it was not intentional."
"Like I said, it is o.k., I understand and it doesn't bother me."
John felt ashamed that he actually liked the feel of the hard cock pressed up against him. He tried thinking of anything he could to keep his own penis from getting hard. They both fell asleep. They woke the next morning and had a lot of cleanup to do after the storm.
"That is one mean dick; I felt it between my legs all night."
"I'm sorry, I will take care of it later, it needs some attention."
"I know, you don't realize this, don't take this the wrong way, but feeling your hard dick against me almost gave me a hard-on also, I guess we both need attention."
Jean-Claude laughs nervously and busies himself with the clean up. "I would be too happy to give your cock some attention if you would only let me."
