I had just graduated from high school, and I was expecting a lavish graduation present from my grandpa. I definitely would’ve taken my sister’s gift, an all-expenses paid trip to Europe. Instead, my grandpa announced that he was sending me on a tour of South America. He said that I needed to see other part of the world and experience new cultures. It consisted of a hike through the rainforests of Ecuador, then the Galapagos, then a long stay in Rio de Janeiro. Unfortunately for my well-being, Grandpa didn’t do enough research into the vacation package. The rainforest adventure was a little too close to the border with Colombia to be safe.
I arrived in Ecuador two weeks after graduation. I spent one night in Quito, and then headed off to meet my camping group on the edge of a wildlife preserve. As the trip began I was astounded by how lush and green everything was. The rainforest was beautiful. We came across a vast range of plants and animals. And true to the name, it rained about half the time. I was loving it. But there was an unseen danger that had been shadowing our path.
Two days into the journey our group was ambushed by two heavily-built Latinos with sub-machine guns. They were shirtless from the heat, and had red bandanas on their heads. The taller one seemed to be the leader, so he barked out orders in Spanish to the tour guide, who translated it. I assumed that they were Colombian rebels, on a mission to collect more money for their cause. I had seen a documentary on it back home, but now being there really sucked. After being forced into a prone position, they took our wallets, all the jewelry, and my watch. Then the shorter one started to point to one of the prisoners, an attractive young girl. I could tell that their intention was to take her as a hostage. She was terrified. When she caught my eye, I knew that I couldn’t let her be taken away. Being unarmed, I decided to offer myself in her stead. At first they refused and threatened to shoot me, until I told them that I was an American. Their eyes lit up and they grabbed me, dragging me off into the jungle.
It was then that I started to doubt the heroics of my decision. I spoke no Spanish, but I could understand their basic commands. We formed a column and began marching towards their encampment. The tall one walked in front, with me in the middle and the shorter prodding me along with the barrel of his gun. Eventually, through their talking back and forth, I figured out their names; the leader was Carlos, and his subordinate was Juan. It was extremely hot, and I joined them in being shirtless, putting it in my bag. The trail soon disappeared and Carlos resorted to hacking his way through the dense undergrowth. The march got even tougher as it began to rain again.
After an hour we reached the camp. It had a couple of boxes of supplies and ammunition, a campfire, and three hammocks with tarps hung a few feet over them as sleeping quarters. The hammocks were set up in a triangle, with everything else inside of it. Juan went about setting up a fire, and Carlos went off to hunt for food. I was told not to move. Finally Carlos returned with a sack full of food. I helped in the cooking. I was very cooperative, and after a while I think I developed a rapport with them. Dusk turned to darkness as we sat around the fire and ate. After eating miscellaneous rainforest creature kabob for dinner, they motioned for me to sleep. I faked it, and watched them discuss my fate. It appeared that they decided to not watch over me tonight, as I was a passive captive.
Juan doused the fire, and they both climbed into their beds. The rain now came back with a vengeance, raining much harder than before. I was amazed at how loud the rain was. If I had wanted, I could have sneaked off and the rain would’ve covered my escape. But I decided against it, seeing as I would be lost without food or shelter. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain for a bit. The sound helped to steady my nerves, although this was turning out to be a lot better than I would’ve guessed.
When I reopened my eyes I saw movement over by Carlos’ hammock. I turned my head to see him laying face up, naked, with his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and a smile on his face. When I looked towards the movement, I saw what is to date the biggest cock I have ever seen. It was standing straight up, and he was jacking off. I had never fooled around with another guy before, but the sight of his huge brown cock made me salivate. Very cautiously I got out of my hammock and crawled toward him. The rain covered me, and Juan did not wake up. Soon I was next to Carlos’ hammock, and I rose up on my knees to get level with his tool. For a second I just marveled at his hand running up and down the length of the cock, jacking himself off. He used the rain to lubricate it, and it glistened in the light. His cock was beautiful, with big veins and ridges crisscrossing the surface. The bulbous head flared each time his hand went over it. From this close (my head was less than a foot away) I could see that it was at least eight inches long and two inches wide.
I reached out and touched it, and his reaction was to smile and let me take over. I gladly took his cock in my hand and started to jerk him off, meanwhile pushing my other hand under his bronzed leg. I used that position to pull him to the edge of the hammock. This weight shift caused the hammock to swing him so that his cock was pointing diagonally up at me, mere inches from my lips. I used the now free hand to cup and fondle his balls. My jacking hand now only kept it pointed at me, as I lowered my head towards it. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, then softly pressed it against the base of his penis. I slowly dragged my tongue up his long, hard shaft until I circled the rim of his head with it. I went back down and licked another side of him, finally getting to taste my first man. Then I wrapped my mouth around the head (barely) and began to lightly suck, rubbing my tongue against it. Meanwhile I started to jack him off into my mouth and continuing to massage his big, sweaty balls. He reached out with one hand and began to tease my nipple, then lightly pinching it. I moaned around his cock, and started to rub my hard-on through my jeans. Carlos began softly thrusting into my virgin mouth.
The rain beat down on my back and legs as continued to suck his big cock. Suddenly I felt a hand on my ass, and looked back to see Juan. He was naked, dripping wet, and his hard cock glistened in the moonlight. He was a little longer than Carlos was, but not as thick. I went back to my tonguing of Carlos. He knelt down behind me and I felt his hands softly caress my ass. He reached around and undid my jeans, pushing my hand away and replacing it with his own. He pulled them off, along with my boxers, until all three of us were naked. Meanwhile I was bobbing up and down on Carlos, kneading his balls with one hand and holding his shaft with the other. The hard rain soon had my ass drenched. Juan’s strong hands cupped my inner thighs, then pulled them apart until they were spread widely. He moved his knees up to mine, and then I felt his hot thighs against me. He rested his stiff cock between my ass cheeks, sliding its length up and down my crack.
