The storm continued to rage throughout the night, battering the little life raft in its windy wake, the rain on the tent above us deafening. As night fell, Steve and I snuggled in together under the remaining thermal blanket and slept like the dead, rehydrated with the rainwater captured in our pot. Neither of us found the emergency rations overly objectionable and ate our fill of the cardboard tasting crackers, aware that we did not know how long it would be before we might eat again.
In the morning, I awoke wrapped in Steve's strong arms, my face nestled against his warm chest. In that moment there was no place I'd rather be. At least I wasn't deserted on this island completely alone, making Steve the most important person in my world. As I lay still, listening to his even breathing, it occurred to me that as far as we were concerned, the rest of the world really didn't exist. There was no one to answer to, no societal norms to follow. We were free- truly free- even if that freedom came at a price.
I stealthily pulled myself from his arms, trying not to wake him, as I attempted to crawl quietly out of the raft.
"Just going to sleep with me and slip off in the morning?" I heard him say, "That's usually my role."
"I'm not slipping off," I told him, laughing quietly, "Where would I go?"
"I gotta piss," he said suddenly, rising from our makeshift bed to follow me out of our poor excuse of a shelter.
"My thoughts exactly," I told him.
No sooner than we were out of the raft did we pull our dicks free and begin urinating. I looked at him, avoiding looking at his beautiful cock, and smiled. He smiled back, but obviously looked at my limp dick as I pissed.
"Welcome to freedom," I told him.
"True, true, but I wouldn't mind trading a little freedom for some creature comforts."
"We've been here a day," I said, shaking the excess urine from my dick, "And maybe that's all we'll be here for, but I'm sure we can do better with a little work."
"So, what's on the agenda for the day, boss man?" He asked, tucking his dick back into his shorts.
"I think we should check out that cave," I said, beginning to fill our water bottles from the mylar lined trench of rainwater we collected, "Then find a more reliable source of drinking water. There might be a fresh water pool or something somewhere in the interior of the island. At least, I hope there is. Without water, we're fucked."
"Then let's get busy because I didn't hear anything about food on your list, and I'm keen on doing something about that soon."
"Food is number three on the list," I told him, "We can live longer without food than water."
I finished filling our water bottles and Steve grabbed the flashlight from the emergency kit, testing it to be sure it worked. We walked up the shoreline, keeping an eye out for usable items that might have washed on shore in the storm. There was a bunch of drift wood, which might come in handy if we figured out how to make a fire.
The climb up to the cave was treacherous in our bare feet, but we found a way up. Steve entered it hesitantly, and I followed behind him. It was a roomy space, much bigger and better protected than I expected. The floor was flat, even, and dry, despite the storm. It looked big enough to move around in, but not big enough to stand upright in. There was a place near the entrance we could build a fire, if I ever figured out how to start one, and a place further back to stow away our meager possessions. Most important, there was plenty of space to make a bed.
"What do you think?" Steve asked me.
"I think we've found home."
We climbed down and made our way into the interior of the island, searching for water. There was a small mountain in the middle of the island, and I suggested we explore around its base, hoping to find a waterfall or some other run off from the top. After two hours, we heard a roaring of water, then spotted a large pond beneath a water fall. I noted the two hour walk and made it my mission to find a faster path to the water. Steve had other ideas, stripping out of his clothes to dive into the clean water.
"Come on in!" he called to me after reemerging from beneath the surface, "The water's great!"
Encouraged, I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in, abandoning my physical insecurities next to the buff man waiting for me. The water felt great, cool and cleansing against my bare skin.
For an unknown amount of time, we played, bathed and drank from the water. Fully refreshed, we made our way back up the bank and lay naked in the sun, drying off naturally. I looked at him, taking him in. His body was as beautiful as his face was handsome, and I was painfully aware of how well hung he appeared to be. How was I going to make it on an island with a walking, talking wet dream I knew I couldn't have? He turned to face me, and I diverted my eyes, noticing for the first time a banana tree near the edge of the pond. It was large and robust with bananas. It was a quick source of food, but also a beacon of hope.
"Bananas!" I exclaimed, sitting up. He followed my line of sight, then smiled up at me.
"Not what I was hoping for, but it'll do for now." He commented absentmindedly.
"At least we won't starve," I told him as we made our way to the tree, "Besides, banana trees don't propagate across oceans naturally. They have to be planted."
"So, someone planted it here?" he asked, pulling some bananas free.
"That's right," I told him, taking a banana from him, "Of course, there's no telling when this tree was planted, and it looks like it's been here quite a while. It could have been planted by regular visitors, or by pirates a hundred years ago. Still, it's a good sign we're not the only people to be here. It's a sign of hope of rescue."
"And here I was getting used to sharing the rest of my life with you." He smiled sarcastically, offering me a little wink.
"Keep talking like that while you're naked and I'll give you a reason to believe those words."
He laughed, and I joined him, even though I wasn't joking. Just give me an excuse to kneel before you and worship that thick, four inch flaccid cock, I thought to myself before shutting down those thoughts when I felt my own dick stir with the thought.
We both ate a couple of bananas, refilled out water bottles at the waterfall, then headed back toward the cave. By the time we got there, Steve dropped in the sand and carefully laid a bunch of bananas we brought with us down by the way up to our new home. I joined him on the sand and looked out over the ocean. There was absolutely nothing to see but the beauty of nature, which was not lost on me, despite my longing to be anywhere but where I was. My thoughts turned toward my father, and I got up, swallowing my pain.
