Island of Horny Ghosts

A feeble light pierced the darkness. It spread across the khaki canvas chairs and backpacks that littered the plywood floor. When the rays of dawn reached the metal sink it reflected onto Stevie's face. He rubbed his eyes. For a moment he thought that he was safely in his bedroom. He opened his eyes fully. The bare wall reminded him that he was still in the hut. He was still on that damned island.

Stevie pulled the coarse blanket into a tight cocoon. He tried to forget the situation. He wanted to sleep. He tried to think about his girlfriend. Of all the things that he missed, her soft embrace was the thing that he ached for. He felt his nakedness growing against the warm blanket. His left hand instinctively reached for his groin. He recalled the feel of her tender flesh under his fingers.

The spell was broken by the echo of throaty coughing. His brother, Mike, was also waking up. Stevie lay still. Mike was a heavy smoker. Nicotine craving was a silent alarm clock. After sharing the hut for two weeks Stevie knew what was going to happen next. The coughing increased. Stevie cupped his genitals in his left hand tried to stay perfectly still. He heard the movements across the hut. His penis grew slightly as he listened.

Mike rolled out of the camp bed and tossed his blanket against the wall. He leant on the metal bed frame as he rose unsteadily. He picked up a crumpled shirt from his pile of clothing and put it on. He didn't do up the buttons. Mike, nearly naked, walked toward the door of the hut. The need to urinate gave Mike his usual morning hard on. He proudly looked down as he lurched across the room. The morning sunshine highlighted his smooth purple nob. He paused for a moment to rub it. He loved the feel of his callused fingers lightly brushing the length of his manhood.

Mike pushed the door open with one hand as he scooped up his lighter and cigarettes with the other. Stevie jumped involuntarily as the hut door slammed behind his brother. He listened to Mike's bare feet slapping along the stony path down to the beach. He waited until his brother's coughing merged with the distant noise of the surf.

Stevie pushed the blanket away. He shaped it into a rough pyramid against the wall and rolled onto his back. He stared at the metal ceiling of the hut and tried to clear his thoughts. This was the second sunrise since the plane had struggled back into the sky. Hopefully another plane would arrive today and liberate them from this miserable place. If that didn't happen then they would be here for a very long time.

There was nothing that he could do except wait and try not to worry.

Stevie tried to forget by focusing on the memory of his girlfriend. He knew that Mike would be gone for a few hours. He closed his eyes as his left hand fondled his testicles. Stevie gently pinched his nipples with his free hand. His penis started to grow. Stevie recalled the soft white flesh of his girlfriend's large breasts and the way she sighed as he sucked and chewed on them. He pinched his own nipples until they were red and sore. While firmly massaging his sack with one hand his other one worked its way down his smooth chest and stomach. His manhood stood fully erect, waiting for his fingers. Stevie moved his hand to his mouth. He rolled his fingers into a fist. He pretended that he was going down on her as thrust his tongue in and out of his loose fist.

A drop of precum formed on the tip of his hardness.

Stevie needed to orgasm. After two weeks of masturbation he longed for a good screw or even a bad blowjob. He needed to shoot his load into a soft, warm hole. His hand left his lips and started rubbing his erection. He imagined that it was his girlfriend's mouth sliding up and down. As his hand found the base of his manhood he moved the other hand to the throbbing tip. As he rubbed his nob he imagined that it was pressing against the back of her throat. He felt the urge building in his balls. He needed someone to swallow his load.

Stevie's hand started moving faster as he swung around and propped his head up on the blanket. He looked down at his hands working his hardness. He was ready to blow. The feel of his fingers wrapped around his cock was making him delirious with lust. He needed a mouth, any one's mouth, to receive the warm gift that was building in his cock. He was so hard.

He positioned himself at ninety degrees to the wall with his head raised on the blanket. He looked at his wet, throbbing cock. He lifted his legs and bent his hips so that his feet touched the wall above his head. His nob was about a foot from his mouth. He gradually moved his feet down the wall as he firmly pumped his cock. He poked out his tongue and looked at the drops of cum oozing from the purple tip. His cock was huge. A tiny cum drop dripped onto his tongue. It tasted salty as he licked his lips.

Stevie balanced himself with one hand as he pulled his cock with the other hand. He gradually lowered his feet until his erection was close to his mouth. He raised his head and managed to lick the end of his cock. He pushed the tip of his tongue into eye of his knob. The taste of his own cum made him hornier than ever. He kissed the end of his cock and thrust down with his hips.

Suddenly his mouth was full of purple cockhead. He sucked hard as he frantically pumped his own cock. He could feel the semen about to explode and he tightened his lip lock. A few more strokes of that beautiful hardness pushed him over the edge. Hot semen flowed from his cock into his hungry mouth. He sucked hard and swallowed greedily. He sucked himself dry.

After a few moments he gently uncoiled himself and lay flat on the bed. He was panting heavily. He felt some odd twinges in his back but he didn't care. That had been the best blowjob of his life. He lay there for a while, feeling like the king of the world. He dozed off.

After some hours he opened his eyes. Mike was silhouetted in the harsh morning sunlight over near the sink. Stevie was horrified that his brother had seen his cum soaked nakedness. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness he realised that Mike was naked and bending over something on his bed. Stevie silently rolled onto his side to watch.

Mike stood back from the bed to admire his handiwork. He had arranged some piles of clothing into shape of person. He opened a magazine to a particular page and rested it at the top of the bed. He then tugged on his penis until it was hard. Mike climbed onto the bed and knelt between the "legs" of his sex surrogate as he looked at the centrefold. He inserted his cock into the clothing and started humping. He quickly shot his load.

Stevie watched intently as Mike then pulled a blanket over himself and went back to sleep.

When he knew that Mike was soundly asleep, Stevie hopped out of bed and headed for the beach. Stevie needed to feel the cold salt water cleanse him. He could find something to eat later. As he walked down the stone path he looked at the sky. He prayed for a plane to appear on the distant horizon.

Stevie walked across the soft sand and entered the water until the water reached his stomach. He felt his body swaying slightly as he searched the sky. The situation was pretty grim but not yet dire. They had shelter and plenty of clothes. There was enough tinned food to feed the four of them for another week. There was some old fishing gear so, if they could figure out how to fish, they could supplement the tinned food with seafood. There were also quite a few wild pigs as well seals that could be slaughtered if necessary. At the moment that all seemed too hard but if they weren't rescued today there was no way of knowing when, if ever, they would leave this island. He stared at the ocean.

As Stevie looked out on the ocean breakers he thought about the small piece of copper pipe that had betrayed them. It was just a short length, less than a foot long and half an inch in diameter. It carried oil from the tank in his Father's new plane to the engine. When they had taken off from Manilla no one new that the pipe was cracked. At 20,000 feet and hundreds of miles from anywhere else in the Pacific the pipe had burst and sprayed all the reserve oil into the air. A warning light alerted his Father. They had no option other than landing before the engine exploded. Luckily his Father knew of a disused air strip on an uncharted atoll. The island had last been used by a marine fighter squadron that had flown black ops over the borders of North Korea, China and the Soviet Union. Its location had been kept secret as insurance.

Stevie's Father was a highly skilled pilot. He made landing a disabled Cessna on a bumpy piece of coral seem like riding a Lear Jet into LAX. He easily spotted the strip that ran parallel to the beach and pulled the plane up well before the jungle that marked the end of the runway. He even showed off by taxiing back to the middle of the strip so that only had to take a short walk to the three small huts that he had slept in back in his Marine Corps days.

As it was very near the end of the day they quickly unloaded some blankets and organised fire wood. As the three huts were too small to accommodate all six of the party they split into pairs as directed by Stevie's father. Stevie and his older brother Mike took the middle hut. Stevie's younger brother, Wil, shared the hut nearest the airstrip with his twin sister, Lucy. Wil and Lucy had been adopted after their parents were killed in a plane crash but Mike and Stevie had almost forgotten that.

Stevie's father, Ed, bunked with his business partner, Barney, in the hut nearest the jungle. As the sun set they found that the huts were surprisingly clean for structures that had been disused for so long. The camp fire died outside the huts as 6 weary people bedded down for the night; thankful just to be alive, on solid ground and not floating amidst the sharks of the North Pacific.

Ed was awake with the first light of day. He woke Barney with a friendly swipe to the head as he fired up the kerosene stove to make coffee. A soon as the pot was made he climbed into bed with Barney. They had often shared beds on business trips so Barney was already lying face down with his short, stout legs spread. Ed grabbed two big handfuls of soft butt and kissed Barney's sweet hole. He tongued it until it was wet, wide open and begging for cock.

Ed was rock hard. He positioned himself between Barney's stubby legs. He put the tip of his cock at the entrance to Barney's hole. He gripped Barney with both hands and shoved that hard prick all the way in. Barney groaned as Ed went to town on his soft body. He loved every inch of that big cock and bucked back each time Ed pushed into him. Ed grunted heavily as he shot his load into that greedy orifice. Barney clenched his buttocks to milk every last drop of cum from that slowly deflating cock.

They lay together for a few minutes. Ed rolled away and slapped Barney's butt cheek. Barney rose and poured two coffees. He turned around as Ed dropped to his knees beside the bed. Ed opened his mouth. It was soon full of Barney's penis. Once that short, fat cock was hard, Ed got on all fours and Barney swiftly mounted him. Ed felt a familiar mix of pain and pleasure as his hole was stretched by the brutal penetration. Barney banged away for many minutes until he dragged Ed's hips back to his and he blew a thick wad into him. He kissed Ed's sweaty back before he pulled out and wiped his cock in Ed's beard.

Panting heavily from their exertions they returned to their cold beds and tried to work out how to fix the plane.

Two weeks later they got the thing into the air. To save weight they had stripped every unnecessary piece of equipment and took no luggage. Ed was the pilot and Barney did the navigation duties. They took Ed's daughter but left the three young men behind. It would be a long flight. They prayed that the temporary oil line would hold together. If it did, they would be back with another plane in two days to collect Mike, Stevie and Wil. If it burst then their rescue was very unlikely to occur.

Mike let the afternoon disappear as he scanned the sky.

No plane came to rescue them.

That night the three young men sat sullenly around the open camp fire. They spoke only when necessary and stared into the flames as the night passed.

Next morning, they all wondered away to different parts of the small atoll.

Stevie decided to walk around the Island in the hope that there might be something of use hidden away in the scrub. Not much chance of that, he knew, but he had to something useful. On a whim, he walked to the beach and turned left.

Late that afternoon he found himself at the other end of the beach. He had seen plenty of trees and pigs but not much else. As he was walking past some low dunes he heard an odd voice. Intrigued he crested two dunes before he spotted the origin of the noise.

It took him some moments before he understood the odd scene that unfolded before him. Wil was lying face down listening to his ipod. The odd noises were Wil's pathetic attempts to sing along with melodies that only he could hear. Stevie stood and watched. Silently he crept behind some ferns so that he could observe.

Although there was nothing untoward about listening to an ipod Stevie was stunned by the fact that Will was dressed in his sister's underwear. Wil's long legs were spread slightly. Stevie could see the sheer panties stretched across those tight arse cheeks. Wil rolled over. Stevie could fell his slow arousal as he studied the big package that was contained within those silky black knickers. He eyes were drawn to the lacy red bra that was stuffed with socks; Very comical but also very horny. Stevie hadn't seen a boob in weeks.

Stevie quickly stripped off. His cock stood proudly against the slight breeze. As he was watched he was further surprised by the arrival of Mike from the other side of the beach. Mike said something the Wil and was soon naked. He lay on the blanket with Wil. They embraced and commenced a passionate French kiss that lasted for ages. They cuddled up to each other as their hands explored each other's tender spots.

Mike slid Wil's panties off and played with his balls. His long thin cock swayed with the rhythm of his fingers. All three of the men were now fully erect. Wil lay face down again so that Mike could finger his rectum while stroking his own cock. Stevie couldn't keep his hands still as he watched. Mike soon had four fingers inside Wil. He pushed and his knuckles disappeared inside that tight flesh. He eased his hand in and out several times as Wil raised his hips to offer himself totally. Mike was now kneeling beside Wil as he fisted him.

Mike grabbed Wil's cock with his free hand and started pumping. Wil went wild, bucking furiously and begging Mike to give it to him to the hilt. Mike swiftly moved around and inserted half his cock into Wil's eager hole. Wil Cried out for more and Mike obliged, filling him with cock and pounding that cute little butt for all he was worth.

Wil fell forward under the force of the bombardment and this sent mike over the edge. He went berserk ramming his cock into Wil over and over again until, breathless, Mike gave one last almost shove and ploughed into Wil. He came loudly.

After his orgasm subsided he rolled away to observe his handiwork. Cum oozed from Wil's sweaty hole. During all the commotion Stevie had wandered close to the rutting pair without being observed. Mike looked up at his erection and motioned toward Wil.

A moment later Wil's butt was receiving its second load of cum after another wild pounding. As Stevie pulled out Wil rolled over and adjusted the bra. His penis stuck out from the elastic of the borrowed panties. He pulled the sodden garment away and offered his cock to the men who had just fucked him. He lay back against the dune.

The two brothers stood there looking at each other. Stevie moved first. He reached down and started touching Wil's erection. Mike sat down and started kissing Wil. Stevie took Wil's cock into his mouth and gently ran his tongue around it. Mike and Wil kissed as Wil's cum seeped into Stevie's mouth.

As they luxuriated in the afterglow of their forbidden threesome a light plane suddenly appeared over the dunes. It swung around to land. As its wings dipped the three men exchanged shocked glances with the solo pilot. It was Barney.

In the time it took Barney to secure then plane the three men scurried to the central hut. When Barney strode into their midst they were all dressed and appeared to be in the midst of packing. None of them wanted to look him in the eye. They hoped that he had not seen their escapade.

Barney laughed at their discomfort. He paused for a breath then announced

"Look at you three, pretending that you weren't sucking each other in the dunes. Don't worry, about it. I don't care if you face fuck each other in front of me. I need to talk to you about some trouble we're all in."

When Barney finished the three men showed obvious relief on their faces.

"We're going to have to stay here for another couple of days. Your Dad's been arrested. Just routine, another friend of ours is organising a bribe to get him free. Happens to people like us all the time out here. We need to wait for that to happen before we leave. If you three turn up at the airport now you'll be thrown in the cooler too and god knows what would happen to you there."

The three men looked at their feet. Mike asked where their sister was. He was relieved to hear that she was back at their home and everything was OK with her.

Once everyone was acting normally Barney started to unbutton his overalls. When he was standing in his shorts and singlet he announced that it was time for dinner.

A couple of hours later they were all relaxing on the old lounges. The dishes were drying and the sand had been swept back onto the pathway. Ina land with no TV or radio they soon ran out of things to talk about.

Barney broke the silence by saying that it was going to be a boring couple of days without any pussy. He casually wondered where he might find a substitute as he looked around the hut. Stevie stated that there was plenty of Lucy's clothing lying around.

The conversation closed with everyone agreeing how good Wil looked in a bra and panties. After a short silence she/he asked if anyone knew where her lipstick was. Stevie told him where it was and suggested that Wil should get a dress on so that they wouldn't turn nasty from lack of a feminine presence.

Wil went to another hut to get changed. It took him a while but he finally settled on black panties and bra under a sheer black negligee with lacy edges. He added red fishnet stockings, red high heels and plenty of makeup.

When he returned to the main hut he found four naked men sitting in a row on the old couches. Each one had an erection.