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Stranded - Chapter 04
🕑 Added 2025-05-27 10:00:02 +0000 UTCSTRANDED
Chapter 4: S.O.S.
To put it simply, the first night on the island was hellish.
The guys fell asleep at twilight from exhaustion but quickly, the warm sunset turned into a cold evening and then, into a long dark night.
It is said that the discovery of fire has changed the course of humanity.
That night, Adam thought that this was probably true as he woke up from the crisp air.
What an overlook it had been from their part not to consider making fire a top priority.
“I… I’m freezing.” Jonas confessed at some point.
He was awake but his voice was weak, shaky.
“I am too.”
“We… We need to warm ourselves up.”
The poor personal trainer was literally trembling from head to toes.
Adam, too, was freezing his hairy ass off.
“Let's get closer, Jonas. We must share body heat. It's the only way we're going to make it through the night.”
Adam lied right next to Jonas, his body tensing as he felt his buddy’s cold skin against his own.
He awkwardly wrapped his arms around his best friend, pulling him close, and Jonas instinctively leaned into him, seeking any warmth that Adam had to offer.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, after a few minutes, the heat from their skin mingled and created a cocoon of warmth that seemed to envelop them both.
But it was not enough.
They were both still shivering, their teeth chattering as the cold night air bit into their flesh.
If only they had some clothes on. Anything.
They considered looking for some leaves or any sort of protection to cover themselves with in the jungle, but it was way too dangerous to walk around in the middle of the night.
The paradise island turned into a nightmare.
The peaceful sounds of the birds became frightening, the breeze was no longer a welcomed breath of fresh air but another attack on their bare skin, the ocean was not a turquoise heaven but a dark and endless horizon.
“We should… We should rub each other.” Jonas suggested.
“Huh?”
Jonas made a move.
“Like that.”
He pulled half of his muscular body over his friends’ legs and waist while energetically rubbing his hands against Adam’s chest and back.
It was weird to be that handsy, but it was definitely helping so Adam followed suit and did the same until they were fully entwined.
They were breathing on each other’s neck, turning themselves into a single body of flesh and bones.
Their natural heat was their saving grace.
It did have a few consequences though.
Adam could feel Jonas' massive cock pressing against his thigh and hardening, and he knew that his own dick was getting equally stiffed.
The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure desire that coursed through their bones and left them breathless.
They were desperate for warmth, but also for something more primal.
The tension had been growing between them for the last twenty-four hours, and it was not just about survival.
The night was dark. The jungle was alive with sounds of unknown creatures, but it was quiet between the two men.
They could feel each other's heartbeat, and the tips of their noses were just inches apart.
Adam could smell Jonas’ musk, the jungle, and the fresh water lingering on his skin. He could taste the salt of his sweat as well as the sweetness of the mango they had eaten earlier.
Jonas' lips touched Adam’s neck, and they both gasped.
Everything seemed permitted.
They might be dead in the following hour anyway.
Jonas' hands scratched down Adam's back and gripped his ass, pulling him closer if it was even possible.
Was it still about warmth?
Adam felt Jonas' powerful legs intertwined with his, their cocks both pressing against each other, now fully hard, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
The sexual tension was thick.
Good, they needed electricity!
They did not say a word; they started rubbing their cocks as much as the rest of their bodies.
Any way to get some heat… And some comfort.
Adam's mind raced with a mix of emotions. The cold, the fear, the desperation - they all seemed to fade away as he focused on the warmth of Jonas' body and the raw need that surged through him.
Jonas was not thinking at all, like a dog in heat, he dry-humped his best bro, the friction sending shocks of pleasure through his body.
At last, they were warm.
Who would have thought? Their horniness was saving them!
And boy, if they were that hard, that could only mean they were okay.
The physical closeness was both securing and intensely arousing, a confusing mix of emotions that the boys could not quite comprehend.
Not that they had to.
Cave men probably did not spend much time pondering over their own feelings. They did not need shrinks or to take fucking anti-depressives.
Jonas' hands were now firmly groping Adam’s ass, roaming and exploring through his hair, his touch both gentle and direct, as if he wanted to ensure that Adam was truly there, truly with him.
At this point, Adam went to the main source of the heat, he reached down and grabbed Jonas’ hard dick.
Who cared?
If they were to die, an unexpected hand-job was certainly an exhilarating way to go!
Adam found himself licking the tender skin of Jonas' upper chest, and Jonas moaned in appreciation.
“Ahh…”
They went even further.
Adam stroked the anaconda, getting it alive, feeling it rising to its impressive, almost unbelievable, full length under his fingers.
That was such a good sign for Jonas’ health.
Having libido means being in sufficient form, and rising a cock that size surely requires a lot of energy.
One might say: some big dick energy!
Jonas hands were now squeezing Adam' ass and… spreading his hairy cheeks.
He was not fingering him, but he was doing what he would usually do to his wife during their foreplay, feeling up her ass, spreading it, stretching her hole.
Fuck, he loved fucking Laura in her tight asshole. It felt much better than her pussy.
However, on the sand that night, it was not Laura but Adam who was getting manhandled…
Did it change anything?
A sex craving is just a natural need, no matter the hole.
They were both desperate for what the other had to offer.
It was not just about survival… They wanted to be as close as possible to the only man they knew in this brand-new secluded world.
The only man who was there to keep them warm.
In the frenzy of the moment, Adam let himself be carried away as though the storm had caught him again and sent him right into Jonas’ arms.
He felt the daring hands going all over his butt and he let them cop a feel.
His own hands, arms and lips were roaming over Jonas' body as though they had a mind of their own.
As Adam's right hand was jerking off Jonas’ fat cock, his left hand slid down against his friend’s back, tracing the lines of his muscles, carefully going around the wound, feeling the power and strength beneath his fingertips.
“Adam… Bro…” Jonas' voice was a deep, husky whisper… “What… What are we doing?”
Adam pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto Jonas' in the dim light of the moon and stars.
“We need each other, Jonas. Whatever this is, we need it.”
Jonas' breath hitched, his body responding to Adam's sensual touch and reassuring words.
He was right…
He could not deny his own desires.
Jonas nodded, a soft moan escaping his lips as Adam's hand trailed down his shredded smooth abs, returning to his hard leaking cock.
“Fuck, Adam... Okay. Just... don't stop. Hmmm…”
“Does that feel nice?”
“So… So nice… Keep going.”
Adam obliged and went at it with both hands, the anaconda throbbing like it was already about to explode.
He wanted to extract the warm milk.
Jonas’s hand wandered from Adam’s ass to his stomach.
He found Adam’s dripping cock; he had to return the favor.
He fisted the stiffed dick, his grip both firm and gentle, matching the rhythm of Adam’s own strokes.
They wanked each other, their movements synchronized, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
They were a perfect team.
The jungle around them seemed to fade away, the sounds of rustling leaves and distant animal calls becoming a distant hum, drowned out by the pounding of their hearts and the soft, wet sounds of their intimate contact.
For sure, they were getting wet!
The heat between them intensified even more, their bodies pressing closer, seeking more of that electric connection.
Adam could feel Jonas’s cock, so hard and so fucking thick in his own hand, the velvet skin slick with pre-cum slipping through his fingers.
They could feel each other’s heartbeat in their dicks.
“Ah… I… I feel better…”
“Yes… We’re warm… We’re good…”
“So good…”
“This is right… We’re just helping each other out.”
“You’re my best friend, Adam…”
“You’re my best friend, Jonas.”
“Ahhh… Yes…”
They stroked each other's cock more and more intensely, there were also more licking involved, on their neck, shoulders, all over their respective athletic chests.
Their tongues were exploring the other’s anatomy, slurping on the male tits, tasting their flavor.
It was more than just a helping hand.
Although there was no penetration involved, they were having sex.
Obviously, neither of them saw it that way and they did not want to think about it like that.
Still… They were into it too much for it to be meaningless.
Finally, the tension became unbearable.
“I… I’m about to…” Jonas started.
“Me too… I’m so close…”
They jerked each other off until they both jizzed, their orgasms erupting almost simultaneously, their bodies tensing and then releasing in successive waves of pleasure.
So much loads started flying everywhere.
Jonas's creamy cum spilled hot and thick onto Adam's furry stomach and skilled fingers, and Adam's own release followed, coating Jonas's hand and their intertwined bodies.
When he opened his eyes, Adam could see the dawn in the sky.
A pinkish ray of light was coming far from the horizon. They had survived the night.
Jonas' eyes fluttered open, his lips immediately curved into a lazy smile.
"Good morning." He murmured.
Phew.
It was not awkward between the guys.
Just like after that not night when they were sophomores. There was no need to make a big deal out of it.
They pulled away from each other, their respective jizz drying on their skin.
“I can’t believe we made it through the night.” Adam casually said.
“I can’t believe we’re still here.” Jonas smiled.
It was the most beautiful, euphoric smile.
There was a tiny bit of tenderness in it.
Adam grabbed a mango they had left next to them, and they shared the ripped fruit for breakfast.
Daylight was changing everything. In the space of a few minutes, the island looked way less frightening.
They were okay now.
“We need to set up something for the night… I mean, it we’re still here tonight.” Adam said after they had watched the sunrise in a religious silence.
“Agreed.”
From a distance, they could hear sea gulls screeching loudly.
Adam’s whole life, he had wondered what would happen if he were to die, where he could be buried, or maybe, if he would be incinerated.
There, he understood that he would be nothing more than an animal carcass the sea gull could eat from… And suddenly, it hit him that he would be too dead to even care.
In fact, he had been worrying about way too many stupid shits in his life.
“So, you think you know how to make fire, Mister Adventurer?” He asked Jonas.
“I did watch all seasons of Survivor, I have a pretty good idea, I just need dry sticks.”
Adam glanced at the deflating wet cock, but he did not make any comment.
“How’s your cut?”
Jonas looked down at his stunning own body.
The cum was still there, dripping and slowly drying, right next to the wound. It was probably a mix of both their semen.
“It seems okay. It doesn’t hurt too much.”
“Okay then. Let’s get this started.”
All in all, and considering what they had been through, they were pretty good.
They had managed to find water and nourishing fruits; they had also slept a few hours and regained some energy.
As they walked to the jungle to find dry sticks and usable logs for the fire and a potential shelter, they saw a plane.
It was a commercial airline, a Boeing or something, very high in the distant sky, it could obviously not see them.
The entire island must have been a flimsy and tiny point in the horizon for its passengers.
Yet, that sight gave Adam another idea.
“Fuck, we should have done that yesterday already.”
“What?”
Jonas was brushing sand away from his armpits.
“Even if a smaller touristic plane was flying right above the island, they would not know we’re here.”
“The fire would help with that. The smoke might get someone’s attention.”
“Sure, but they might not understand we need rescue. We must give them a clear sign.”
“What are you thinking of?”
“S.O.S.”
“S.O.S.?”
“Yes, something simple that anyone can understand in most parts of the world. I’ll use rocks and dirt to draft the letters in the sand. It won’t be seen by a commercial airline but any tourist or rescue team flying in the zone would catch us.”
“Dang, that’s pretty smart. Especially coming from a dentist!”
“You’re an idiot, Joe. Has I already mentioned that?”
“Every damn day… Let’s go. Less talk and more work!”
“I’ll do the S.O.S. sign, you can start gathering sticks and anything you might need to start a fire.”
This was another one of their strengths.
In fourteen years of friendship, Adam and Jonas had barely ever had a disagreement.
They were very good at working as a unit, even under pressure.
Adam dug a small pit in the sand and lined it before filling it with dark seaweeds, rocks and dirt.
The S.O.S. sign was starting to take shape when Jonas came back with materials.
Adam stepped back to admire his progress, his brow furrowing as he assessed his art.
“We need to make this much bigger.” He spoke.
“Bigger is always better?” Jonas asked with a cheeky smile.
He could not help himself; he made his XXL cock dangle between his legs.
What a fucker, Adam thought.
“Good Lord what have I done to find myself stuck in here with such a grown-up teenager…? In this case, yes, bigger is better. If a plane’s going to see it, it needs to be unmistakable."
The two men worked in unison to turn the sign into something more substantial.
They outlined two large "S" and an "O" on the beach.
It was extremely basic, but Adam knew that the most basic of symbols would be the most efficient way for people to find them.
The sun rapidly beat down on them as they toiled, the breeze off the ocean offering some relief.
The differences in temperature between night and day were hard to adapt to.
Jonas wiped the sweat from his forehead as he stood up.
“I think we’re good. It looks massive and large. Just how you like it!”
Adam chuckled.
“Yeap. We’ll be unmissable.”
Once they were done with that part, they used some of the materials gathered to try making a fire.
They also found a way to retrieve more water from the source near the waterfall toward the area that was becoming their camp.
It was not much but using large leaves and pieces of logs held together, they could have a small pool of freshwater near the place where they slept and gathered their resources.
They also found useable pieces of rock or wood to turn into cups.
Adam looked at the small pile of kindling Jonas had gathered and started to add some small sticks.
Jonas was surprisingly very meticulous since he knew that building a fire would take time.
“How about I look for more kindling while you try to get a spark going?” Adam suggested.
Jonas nodded, taking the makeshift striker he had fashioned from a sharp rock and a piece of metal scavenged near the waterfall.
In their search, they had found very little evidence of human activity on the island. A piece of plastic in the ocean, a piece of porcelain on the island, but not much else.
Jonas struck the metal piece against a larger rock, hoping to create a spark that would catch on to the dry tinder he had collected.
It took a few attempts, but finally, a small ember glowed to life.
Once again, the strength and stamina in his large arms proved to be a great asset for their survival.
Jonas was mesmerized as he cupped his hands around it, carefully blowing on it to coax it into a flame.
It did not work immediately, but once he had the right method to get to the tiny ember and the smoke, he knew he would get to the actual fire soon enough.
Frankly, it was a pure moment of joy.
A crazy thought even went through his mind.
What if they were not rescued that soon? Would it be that bad?
He looked at the S.O.S. sign they had drawn in the sand with apprehension.
It was scary as fuck to be stranded there, but at the same time, it was so damn cool to survive naked and alone on this island.
And precisely, he was not alone! He had the best partner in crime.
The ember flickered and danced, as Jonas thought about what happened the previous night and how good that had felt.
Was this experience not the only real way to disconnect from the dull daily life? What they had been chasing for with their trips for years?
There, they did not have the choice, they had to go back to their primal instincts.
"Wow! You made it!” Adam was running towards him with an armful of dry leaves and twigs, his eyes sparkling with triumph.
“I think I have!”
“Fuck, Jonas! That’s incredible.”
“Well, it might not last for too long if we don’t take care of it. We’ll need to be patient and super careful with this stuff. Gimme that.”
Adam handed him a few sticks.
“Bro, you managed to build a fire in less than an hour. That’s amazing.”
Jonas smiled. He was proud.
“Thanks.”
He received a kiss on his forehead for his good work.
He was right though. Patience was key, and they would have to be very attentive to make sure this would hold.
Their fire needed to burn and stay warm for as long as it could.
Thankfully, the weather was on their side. It was incredibly hot that day.
“We need to keep adding small pieces, Adam. We can't overwhelm it.”
“You’re in charge on this one, I’ll just follow your lead.”
Surviving on an uncharted territory remained tedious.
The fire now needed constant attention, and they had to gather more food.
They also planned to build some sort of a shelter.
For that reason, the day had gone way too fast, and they were back to staring at the sunset before they had been able to get any rest.
“Day two on the island.” Jonas announced, making another mark on the ground, under the same rock.
“Yes… Ready for the second night?”
“I’m always ready!”
That evening, they would be much better off.
They did not have any actual shelter yet, but they would sleep right by the fire that they would take turn checking, they would be lying on large leaves meaning that they would no longer be in direct contact with the sand, and they had gathered even more leaves to cover themselves with.
“Still, as long as we’re not fueling the fire, we should remain right next to each other, we’ll be warmer and safer this way. Don’t you think?” Adam suggested as they were preparing for the cold night to come.
Jonas did not show it, but he was relieved.
“Sure. We have to keep each other warm!”
Now, they knew how!
