"Oh, come on, Aden!"

"No, you can't tag along!" I replied, exasperated.

It had been like this for weeks, ever since the announcement went out on my Reddit page. Okay, let me back up for a second. My name is Aden, and I run a survival and adventure video channel, mainly on YouTube. It's basically me with a GoPro and camping gear showing people the countryside here in Texas. Most of my camping videos centered on the hill country near Canyon Lake in the beginning. Hunting, fishing, starting a fire, making your own bait–I have done it all.

My parents initially thought the whole thing was a waste of time until I started earning some serious ad money from the platform, plus donations from fans. They sure changed their minds then. It was fun making these videos, but it was also a lot of work. Editing those videos, grueling deadlines, and, not to mention, equipment costs. It could be a lot for a 20-year-old to keep up with, even if I weren't attending college at the same time. But it was worth it. It was well worth it because about a month ago, I was informed that a Caribbean tourist promotion agency was going to gift me two airplane tickets to their island. Needless to say, I was psyched for this trip. Apparently, the agency caught wind of my future plans to do a small island survival video and decided to entice me to come to their humble piece of paradise instead.

The only question now was to figure out who would come along. I was planning to invite my little brother along, but my parents didn't approve. The date was too close to the entrance exam period, so that wasn't going to work. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, so that wasn't an option. Most of my friends weren't all that thrilled to spend three days on a bug-infested tropical island doing a survival challenge where we only eat what we can catch in the wild. The only one who seemed to jump at the prospect of spending time fighting off mosquitoes was my friend from high school, Jamie. He was the guy I was currently arguing with in his apartment bedroom off campus. Jamie had invited me over to play Ready or Not only to continue pestering me about this very thing.

"Dude, are you serious? You know I am the best guy for the job. I have a lot of experience," Jamie said.

"Live streaming videos about abandoned mine towns is not the same thing," I retorted.

How can I say this? Jamie was not my ideal partner for this type of activity. Don't get me wrong, Jamie was a pretty good video editor. He had been enrolled in college for graphic design, which could prove useful. His tech skills weren't the issue; his survival skills, or lack thereof, were the issue. Standing at around 5'8" and weighing about 160 lbs, Jamie was more of a nerd than a jock. That doesn't mean he wasn't a good-looking guy. On the contrary, he was handsome with a cherubic face, shoulder-length blonde hair, sun-kissed white skin, and ocean blue eyes. From what I heard in high school, he got a lot of attention from the ladies.

In comparison, I was about 2 inches taller with more of a muscular build and short-cropped black hair. Although he had run track back in high school, from what I recall, he was in good shape with a healthy bit of muscle in his legs and thighs. But dealing with the harsh elements was a whole different game entirely. I wasn't sure he would be up for it, and there was another problem.

"It's not just live streaming; I am also on TikTok. Did you see the video where I started a blue campfire?" He asked, beaming with pride.

"Yes, I saw the blue campfire video." I almost rolled my eyes.

Jamie had managed to start a fire and color it blue with copper chloride additives. Most of his content consisted of historical and scientific stuff, like old ghost towns, abandoned mines, and places where things happened. The videos were popular, but that was also not the point. He had wanted to join in on my adventures in the past, but I was always able to keep him at arm's length until now. He was right; I did need someone to go with me. My parents would raise hell if I tried to go by myself.

"Look, the island at this time of year is incredibly hot, and there are a lot of critters living there. Are you going to be up for that?" I asked, thinking back to that one time when he spotted a brown tarantula on his sleeping bag and freaked out. Jamie and I were out with a group of friends drinking in the woods when it happened. The guys clowned on him for being a wuss. But Jamie never took it too personally. He did flip them the bird, though.

"I'm not a kid anymore. I'll keep my cool. Besides, I did my homework for this." He said as he reached down into his backpack for some papers. I took in a deeper breath at the sight of his amazing bubble butt tightly packed in his jogging pants.

Look, I'm not gay, or I don't think so, but his bulbous backside was a thing of pure beauty. Those peachy white ass cheeks were sculpted by the fucking gods. His creamy white tush was impossibly round and plump on his tiny waist. For the longest time, I thought about what it would feel like to bend him over and fuck him stupid. Of course, I didn't always think of him in that way, not until recently. Jamie was my friend; after all, we did everything together. We played basketball, drank booze, and hung out together. Things were chill, but sometimes he pushed all the wrong buttons (or the right ones).

It was obvious to our friends that Jamie wasn't all that into girls. He had dated one or two in college, but I never got the sense he was very heterosexual. The only one who seemed to be in denial about his sexuality was Jamie himself, which was very weird. Oh, and God forbid, if someone has a rainbow flag on their backpack or is acting a little too gay in public, he will turn into the biggest homophobe you have ever seen. It boggles the mind how a guy, who was obviously in the closet, could go around calling people names. Glass house meets stone.

"Here, I downloaded some info from this website." He turned around. The images of his fat ass in my head left me flustered when he looked at me.

"If you are confident you can hack it, then make sure to pack light," I said.

"Wait. You're serious, I can come?" He was elated.

"Yes, you're going to need to get a vaccine before we get on the plane. Once we are on the island, we will have to make do without a clinic nearby."

"Not a problem; I can get an appointment." He smiled. "You and I on a deserted island. It's gonna be lit."

"Are you sure your parents will be okay with this?" I asked.

"I already asked. Besides, I'm old enough to do my own thing."

"Uh huh. So you're saying you still sleep with a night light," I said, teasing him.

"Fuck you, dude," he chuckled.

"Are we gonna play or what?" I picked up his controller and passed it to him. We spent the next couple of hours playing games, talking shit, and doing nothing in particular.

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A plane ride and several hours later

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Clear blue skies, humid air, palm trees, and the smell of the sea greeted us as we walked out of the airport. My tropical leaf shirt basically screamed 'tourista,' but we wouldn't be staying in town for long. Jamie walked through the sliding glass doors wearing his red Nike shirt and cargo shorts. The streets were packed with locals and foreigners alike as the summer vacation season was in full swing. People from the USA, Canada, Brazil, and all over come here to lie down on the beach, drink mimosas, and have a good time. We were here for business, but a little pleasure before work never hurt anyone.

When I told my cousin Jen I was taking Jamie on this trip, she volunteered to drive us to the airport. My cousin was 5 years older than me but was still the most immature person I have ever met. We were in the lobby of the airport when she handed me a rectangular gift box.

"Oh! Thanks, Jen. What is it?" I asked.

She smiled wickedly and said, "It's something for the trip. Don't open it till you are on the plane. Think of it as a care package, just in case things heat up over there." The energy she exuded was deviant. I knew she was up to some bullshit. Jen had a childish sense of humor. Emphasis on the word 'childish.'

"Ookkay, thank you," I said, wary of what she was doing. Jamie and I hugged her before she left the building. Of course, when I got on the plane, I opened the box. The little shit had given me a box full of condoms, anal lube, a fucking butt plug, and a pair of furry handcuffs. I shoved her 'gift' into my backpack.

Anyways, after hitting up a local bar and touring some famous sites, I contacted our water taxi driver to confirm that we were on schedule. The plan was to file into a small taxi boat and head over to the island. We would have to survive three days on a small deserted island with only a few items. No water, no food, no matches for making fire. What we had instead were our fishing rods, a machete, two tents, and a translation guide. The agency that paid for the flight out did have some conditions. They insisted that we take a case of local brews to drink while we were out here. The agency also gifted us with a bag of ground coffee to try as well. I did some digging into the local economic situation, and it seems agricultural exports make up a significant part of their revenue. I just hope the stuff was any good.

The boat ride over to the island was quick. Our driver, a man in his late 40's with a bald head, was incredibly friendly. He and Jamie chatted throughout the length of the trip. I stayed in the back, checking my bag to make sure everything was ready for the excursion. Part of me was glad to have Jamie around, and I could bring him along on other trips if he was willing. He was likable and fun to be around. Another part of me was worried. The boat hit a rough patch of water as Jamie stood up to move closer to the driver, which sent him falling backwards. I caught him in my arms, and we landed back in my seat. The sexual tension was insane. His body smelled sweet with what must have been some lotion he was wearing. We both looked in each other's eyes for just a split second as the boat settled. It was terrifying to think of what he may have seen in my eyes, but what I saw in his was a needy but hidden desire. Eventually, we came back to our senses.

"You okay?" I asked. The rough patch had evened out by then.

"Y–yeah, I'm good," he said, blushing pink. He got up and sat across from the driver. 'It's just three days,' I told myself.

As we came close to the island, the driver slowed the boat and brought us as close to the shore as he could. It would have to do. I went first into the ankle-deep water and helped Jamie down. The driver was set to pick us up in three days at this location. I went about setting up the film equipment as Jamie waved goodbye to the driver, who was steadily on his way back home. It was around ten o'clock when we first got started.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road. Jamie, are you ready?" I asked.

"I'm ready. You can start filming." He said as he quickly combed his hair back.

I powered up my small camera fixed to the selfie rod and set it to record on a countdown.

3… 2… 1... Action!

"Hey, what is going on, guys? Right now, we are on our 'Survival Island Challenge'! You guys know the drill; we have to survive on this beautiful island for three days! No food, no water, just a tent, a fishing rod, and whatever we can catch from land and sea. I am doing this challenge with my friend Jamie. He has foolishly volunteered to brave this harrowing journey with me. Jamie, do you want to say hi to fans back home?"

Jamie smiled and gave a dainty wave to the camera. "Hey guys!"

"As you guys can see, we are pretty much alone out here on this island. First things first, we need to find ourselves some water and start a fire. Jamie is going to be starting the fire while I figure out how to acquire some drinkable water. Alright, guys, let's get 'er done!" With that, I pressed the stop button on the camera. From here, we could record more footage with our GoPros and the drone we brought with us.

I turned to Jamie, who was busy fitting his GoPro on his hat. I helped him out. "I can get some branches and dry wood. Are you going to make the fire?"

"Yeah, I have got this, and I'll grab the wood. Where are you going to get water?" he asked.

"I saw some palm trees in the distance. I'll see if I can find any coconuts."

"Are you going to climb up a tree with that shirt on?" He said, gesturing toward my formal button-up.

"No, I have a change of clothes." I unbuttoned my shirt and reached into my bag to grab a more flexible cotton one. The form-fitting shirt accentuated my muscled chest and abs. When I grabbed my knife and GoPro hat, I looked up to see Jamie (kind of) staring at my chest. He seemed flustered for a second before getting back to work.

"Alright, I'll gather up the tinder and get started," Jamie said as he turned to leave. I just hope he didn't forget how to work that camera.

The day went rather smoothly from there. I found some palm trees with coconuts ready for the taking. Climbing up those massive trees was a mission to be sure, but I came back to camp with 7 in total. One of the palms was bent over toward the beach, which made my job a hell of a lot easier. Jamie managed to start a fire just fine. He even created a decent windbreak in the sand. We cracked open a few coconuts with my knife. The water inside was delicious, and it did wonders to quench our thirst. Jamie and I were sweating bullets; it was so hot out that day. At midday, I cast out my line into the crystal-clear water. I could see plenty of fish swimming along the shoreline. Jamie was recording for me as the first fish I caught emerged from the water. It was a gorgeous red reef fish. The red scales glistened in the sun, which made for great footage. I broke out my ruler to make sure he was big enough to cook.

"Fuck, it's too small, guys. We need to toss him back." It was a shame. I was looking forward to cooking this lovely fish. We hadn't eaten for quite a while. I could tell Jamie was hungry.

"Are you sure? Nobody has to know. That fish looks really tasty," Jamie said with a cheeky smile. I shook my head and tossed the red reef back into the water.

Another hour and several casts later, we managed to catch two larger red reefs and a beautiful snapper. When the fish emerged from the water, I held it up and explained to the audience through Jamie's camera, "Guys, these fish are great for cooking. There is a lot of meat in the body of this fish. You can even see here. There is a decent chunk of meat in its cheeks. These fleshy cheeks are going to be excellent for devouring at the dinner table!"

After I said that, Jamie burst out laughing. It took me a second before I was able to put two and two together. Jamie could be as childish as Jen sometimes. "Oh, ha ha, you freakin' perv! Alright, I am going to set up the grill so we can finally eat. I'm starving."

"You worked up quite an appetite, huh?" Jamie snickered. Smart ass!

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Hours Later

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We had just wrapped up recording, the sun was setting, the equipment was being charged, and the grill was still smoldering with freshly caught and cooked fish. I was taking a break while Jamie was having his fill of fish and coconut fruit when I took a look at some of the drone footage on my laptop. The island looked amazing from high up, with white sand, crystal blue water, and the waves crashing on the shore. Jamie had piloted the drone this time, and it showed. I was happy that he came on the trip with me. I looked out at the setting sun. It would be dark soon, so I prepared a natural mosquito repellent for the tents. Jamie was finished eating when I sat down to join him with four of the sample brews the agency gave me.

"So Jamie, the agency gave us some beers to try. It's a local product," I said. Jamie turned to look at me; his blue eyes shone with the last rays of daylight. "We are supposed to give our 'honest' opinion." I made scare quotes with my fingers around the word honest.

"What if it tastes like piss?" Jamie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, we will say it tastes great for piss." I winked at him.

Jamie chuckled, "I am sure I will love it."

I cracked open the can and took a few sips. It wasn't bad. They used several different spices to create an interesting flavor. Jamie seemed to like it well enough. I took a seat next to him on the sand, and we continued drinking.

"Aden, do you learn all of that stuff on your own?" He asked.

"Some of it, yes. I also did a lot of research for each location. Each place is unique, so it takes time to prepare."

"Sounds like a lot on your plate." Jamie rested on his elbows.

"You do something similar, right?" The alcohol was helping me relax a bit. I reached into my bag and grabbed two more. Jamie had downed his first can easily.

"Yes, technically, but it's not the same. A ghost town is more about what was rather than what is." Jamie cracked open his second can and drank from it. "What you do with these survival challenges is much more intense. I thought you would at least pack some energy bars away, just in case."

"No, the challenge is what I love about doing this." It wasn't until I was halfway through my second can that I realized that the alcohol per volume was around 9%. I looked over at Jamie, who was already done with his second can. The unique flavor must have masked the alcohol. Now that I noticed, I started to feel the buzz coming on.

"Alright, I'm going to hit the hay. Don't stay out too late," I said.

"Belch, yes, Dad!" Jamie said, chuckling. He meant that as a joke, but the degenerate side of me wanted to bend him and give him a spanking. Fuck, just two more days. I settled in on my inflatable mattress inside my tent for the night as the sky went dark. The stars in the sky slowly light up for all to see. Jamie eventually started for his tent and climbed in. It was only about 30 seconds later that Jamie shrieked like a little girl before exiting his shelter in panic. I rose onto my knees, startled, and turned to look at him.

"What's up?" I asked. He blushed and looked away.

"Nothing, I am good." Jamie was never good at lying to people. I unzipped my tent entrance and walked onto the sand. Jamie tried to play it down. "Really, I am fine. I just... uh."

"Let me guess, something crawled into your tent?" I asked. Jamie just stood there, embarrassed. I reached down and looked into his tent to find a pair of sand spiders in the back. All I had to do was shake the tent a bit, and the spiders crawled out back onto the beach.

I stood to look at Jamie. His face was beet red. "Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I teased.

"Fuck you, Aden!" He replied with a middle finger. I couldn't help but laugh. Jamie was steamed. I decided to keep teasing him.

"You really don't like spiders, huh?"

"They just creep me out, that's all."

"I told you there were lots of critters around."

"Yeah. Well, you're still a dick."

"Wait, I'm pretty sure I was Daddy a few minutes ago." I laughed. Jamie shoved me away, furious from the mockery. I landed on the sand, snorting in amusement. The sky had darkened further. Dense clouds formed in the sky suddenly. I felt several drops of water land on my head. A light rain was coming down.

"I was just kidding!" He crossed his arms. As I sat there, trying to catch my breath, some part of me felt bad for teasing him. It was weird that he had been so enthusiastic about this trip. Even though he couldn't stand the sight of bugs, no doubt the heat and humidity were a lot for him to deal with. He still decided to come with me anyway. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I didn't want to hold back anymore.

"No, you weren't." I stood up and dusted myself off. He was unsettled when I closed the distance between us. Jamie took a step back, confused. His eyes searched my face for expression. There was no holding back of my desire for him. I was all in.

"Aden, wha–" Before he could finish his sentence, I removed my shirt and tossed it in whichever direction. His eyes took in the sight of my rippling abs and muscled chest. He couldn't be more obvious. The sounds of raindrops descending on the sand and vegetation filled the air as the light rain became a soft shower. My eyes never left his as I leaned forward to kiss him, a small peck on his full lips to test the waters. I felt a subtle shift in his breathing, and he leaned forward to kiss me back. He reached a hand up to cup my left cheek in his palm as our lips made contact. As we made out in the rain, I held him by the waist. The warmth of his body was contrasted with the cool water descending on the island. He tasted like the beer we were drinking moments before. I was coming to love that beverage more and more.

"Shit, Aden," he said. I felt him trace a line with his finger from my jawline down my torso to my six-pack, marveling at the muscle beneath my skin. Both of us were soaked head to toe, but we didn't care. The fire had dimmed to a smolder, which only left us with the half-moon as our only source of illumination.

"Why do you smell so sweet?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Wha– Oh! It's probably just the lotion. It's honey with a hint of strawberry," he said. I grabbed the ends of his shirt and lifted it over his head. His lean torso and washboard abs were smooth.

"Strawberry? That's gay." I love teasing, but he wasn't as amused.

"Oh, fuck off! Girls love this scent!" He objected.

"So you're wearing it for the ladies? Really?" I can't believe he is still trying to play tough in this moment. I unzipped my shorts and let them drop to the sandy soil. His eyes made a direct line to my pelvis. My erection was rock hard at this point. I caught a glimpse of him licking his lips.

"Geez," He reached out his fingertips slowly to stroke my cock through the fabric. My underwear was soaked through, so he could see how big I was. The Good Lord had blessed me with a decent 8 1/2-inch member. Jamie took a knee and pulled my underwear down with both of his hands. My cock sprang upward, almost hitting his nose. He was eye-level with my meat rod when he started stroking it directly.

"Hey, let's get out of the rain." I helped him up. We took shelter under a massive palm tree close by.

Once we were out of the rain, Jamie took off his shorts and kicked them to the side along with his underwear. His thick, hairless legs and thighs, coupled with a decent-sized pecker, were incredibly sexy. We continued making out in the moonlight with the sounds of heavy rain surrounding us. Jamie withdrew from our embrace and dropped to his knees.

"I can't believe we haven't done this sooner," Jamie said. I felt his soft, delicate hands on my dick as he jerked me off. The rain had washed off some of the sweat from our bodies. I must have smelled musty, but Jamie didn't seem to mind. Holding my cock in one hand, he planted a small kiss on the tip before swirling his tongue around the head. The warmth of his breath against my skin was heavenly. He took it slow, mouthing the head before taking more cock. I emitted an audible moan and placed my hand on the back of his neck, encouraging him further. Jamie stuck out his tongue and drew a line from the tip down to the base. He lathered up my balls with his tongue before sucking them into his mouth one at a time and then both at once.

"Fuck, yes. That's so fucking good." My erection was so hard it hurt.

"You like that, Daddy?" He smiled, knowing full well he was in control. Jamie planted another kiss on the tip and took almost half of my rod in his mouth. From then, he proceeded to work my dick aggressively. His head bobbed up and down the length of my shaft. I grabbed some of his blonde hair to keep it out of his eyes. He was too damn good at this. About five minutes in, I could feel my balls tingling.

"Shit, Jamie. You're gonna make nut." As I said that, he stopped and released my steaming rod from his mouth.

"That was too much for ya, huh?" He asked with a cheeky smile. Once I cooled down a bit, I reached out a hand to help him to his feet.

"Why do I get the feeling you've done this before, hmm?" I raised an eyebrow.

Jamie just laughed. "Ha, I have no idea what you are talking about." He lied. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the base of the palm tree.

"Uh-huh, sure." Now it was my turn to take a knee. In the moonlight, Jamie's fat boi buns looked even bigger than I imagined. I squeezed both of his cheeks together before spreading them to reveal a delectable little pink starfish.

"Wait, do you have any– OHH!" He was startled when I began to bite and lick his little button. He squirmed, moaning like a woman in heat as I lubed him up for my cock. The sensations had his dick twitching and even leaked a little precum. Jamie looked back over his shoulder with a neediness in his eyes and wiggled his ass a bit. I swatted both of his cheeks and jiggled them against the side of my face.

"Ahh! Ade–Ooh! Fuck, stop teasing! Give it to me already!" He begged. A minute or two later, I pulled back and started fingering his wet hole. First one finger, then two; his insides were warm and pliable. This sissy needed to be put in his place. I rose to my feet and positioned my swollen cock up to his slutty hole. With a small amount of pressure, my cock slid past his anal ring. Jamie moaned and tensed up as I pushed deeper inside of him. He tried to relax and even pushed his hips back on my dick to swallow more of me inside of him. I let him acclimate to my size for a minute before grabbing him by the waist and burying myself deeper inside of him.

"Mmngrr! Ahh!" A combination of a moan and a grunt escaped his lips as I finally bottomed out with my hips coming into contact with his pillowy ass cheeks. Jamie looked over his shoulder at me, and our eyes met. I grabbed his torso and brought him close to me. We kissed deeply and passionately amidst the sounds of the rain and the waves.

"Fuck dude. Your ass is incredible!" I ran my fingers over his midriff and up to his nipples, giving each one a pinch.

"Oh! Um, thank you." He was amused. "I–Ah! Just have to get used to this size, so—"

"Oh, don't you worry about that." I flashed an evil grin before pulling out to the tip and then slamming back into his tight ass. His body tensed in surprise at my anal assault. I grabbed his hips with both hands and began to drill his insides.

"AHH! Aden—Ah! Fuck! God! SHIT! Slow, Nngr—down." He cried as I started fucking him with long, deep strokes. I took particular pleasure in hearing him grunt loudly when my cock reached deeper than he expected. Every time my hips crashed into his backside, it sent his fat butt cheeks rippling obscenely. The wet noises coming emanating from his slutty hole whenever I slammed back into him were music to my ears. He looked over his shoulder, and our eyes made contact. Those sapphire blue orbs light up with a sensual delight I had never seen in a woman. I reached over and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back just enough to be felt. He let out a horny and somewhat sinister-sounding laugh as I continued fucking him for what felt like a good several minutes.

"No! Ahh—Aden, oof, stop!" He seemed to be in pain.

I slowed to a stop. "You okay? I wasn't too hard on you, was I?"

"Yes, you were." He let himself off of my cock and turned to face me. A sultry smile was on his face. "But I'll let it slide for now."

"Oh, you'll let it slide, huh?" I moved forward and kissed him. As we made out, I cupped his balls in my hand and massaged them before stroking his dick. He moaned into my mouth. The whole scene was something out of hot porno. He broke off and pushed me onto the ground. I wasn't expecting it when he straddled my hips, assuming a cowgirl position. He grabbed my cock, lined it up to his hole, and settled down on it. I reached up and took one of his nipples into my mouth, softly gnawing on it.

"Fuck, I love this fat cock. It hits in all the right spots." He said breathlessly as he started pumping his hips up and down the length of my shaft. Jamie rode me like a professional slut, never taking more than half of my meat rod out of his anus. He was milking my dick methodically. With each moment, he sped until he was almost jumping up and down on it. There was no way he hadn't done this before. With my free hand, I grabbed his right asscheek and held him in place before swatting it, leaving a red handprint. Jamie chuckled and ground his hips back and forth.

"Fuck, man! You are too good at this." My balls were starting to tingle again. Jamie leaned forward to kiss me, and I kissed him back and held onto his hips. Without warning, I started pumping dick upward into his velvety anal passage. From my position, I ramped up the force and speed of my thrusts. My balls were on fire when Jamie put out a hand to stop me. His face was beet red, and his breathing was erratic.

"You're close, too?" I asked. He nodded, his blonde hair disheveled. "Good." I grabbed him by the torso and moved both of us into a seashell position, with his back to the ground. I pushed his legs close to his chest, and I went to town on his bussy and pounded him harder than ever before.

"Ahh! AHH! AHHH! SHIT!" He cried out like he was being ripped apart. I try to hold on a bit longer, but I could feel my nuts tensing up. I slammed my cock home as deep as I could; rope after rope of hot cum launched deeper into his bowels. My orgasm was so intense that I was lightheaded, but I kept control. I reached down and started jerking him off. His pulse quickened in my palm with each stroke.

"Nnngggrr!" His dick exploded, spraying his stomach and a bit on his face with white, hot spunk. Pools of sperm gathered together in his belly button. Jamie lay there, a hot mess. I withdrew my cock and sat back, admiring my handiwork.

"Phew!" I was spent. Eventually, Jamie stirred back to consciousness. I gave him a hand up as the rain subsided.

"Fuck, I am going to be so sore tomorrow. It's your fault, you know." Jamie wined.

I just laughed. Jamie was still wobbly, so I held him up with my arms around his shoulder. "Fine, I'll let you sleep a bit longer. You can sleep in my tent for now, but before that, we should clean ourselves up."

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One week later

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The "Island Survival Challenge" video was a huge hit for my channel; I hadn't had to do much editing either since Jamie was helping out with that. I had heard only good things from the tourist agency about it. They even put in a good word for me with some interested third parties. The island itself was a great getaway for us both, despite the insects. When we got back to town, we spent our last night there hitting up the local clubs. Jamie and I have been talking about doing another collaboration. This time, I would join him on his more "sciency" adventure. I just hoped it wouldn't be too boring. As I looked through the comments that morning, I saw a lot of positive feedback as well as tips for things I missed along the way. I also saw a lot of "concerning comments" made about us.

JimmyReb1978: His "friend" Jamie, pls. How much do you guys wanna bet those two fucked every night on that island?

TightTatemX replied, "They totally banged. How much do you guys wanna bet Aden took it up the ass? Polymarket should put those odds up.

Jannis2001 replied: No way, Aden receives. He's not man enough to take it. LMAO!

I went to the kitchen for a break and grabbed another beer, thinking to myself, "Maybe I should find another line of work?"