Sleep had not come easy. His arms had been snuggly wrapped around me. The feel of his bulge against my now messy panties. His chest, slowly expanding and contracting against my back with each slow breath. The brief whisper of his breath against my ear, and soft snore when he inhales. My own cock was throbbing occasionally in its silky confines. Even with all of this, sleep did eventually come.
But now, I was awake. His arms were still wrapped around me, holding me in his slumber. His morning wood pressed tenderly against my derriere. Our legs intertwined with each other. The morning light, broken up by the trees, but still finds its way into our intimate embrace. I could get used to waking up like this. So comfortable, so secure. It washes away all of my troubles. No deserted island, no angry grandfather to have to explain to.
Fuck what am I thinking? My mind recoils, now realising what it is saying. That's fucking gay! I just let my best friend grind his dick into my ass until he came. I should be disgusted! I gingerly lifted his arms off of me and slid out from his hold over me. I tried my best not to wake him, and as I crouched next to him to check, his eyes were closed and his breathing just as slow as ever.
I felt used, I felt dirty. This guy had used me as his personal fuck toy to grind against last night. I didn't even get off. He could have at least got me off. I mean, that would only be fair right? His hard cock, thrusting against me, with my own just getting aftershock pleasure from rubbing against... Wait, why is my mind going back there, and why is my dick getting hard? I crawled out of our makeshift tent and struggled to my full height. I looked down and sure enough, my cock was hard, peeking up at me from where it pushed the panties away from my body. I tentatively reached behind me and felt my ass. It was still soaked, and slightly crusty in some areas.
I quickly stepped out of them, nearly tripping myself on them in my haste. I held them up before me, inspecting them. Sure enough, the backs of them were streaked with white cum stains. I balled it up and walked briskly to the ocean. The chilly morning air made me shiver slightly, but once I reached the ocean, the sun peaked over the trees enough to warm by back. I waded into the cool water to clean both the panties and myself.
Once that was done, I walked back up shore to our tent. Dillon was still sleeping. He had flopped over onto his back, his hard cock exposed and silhouetted by the sun peeking in. Why am I having these feelings? I like girls, not dick. Just cause I like wearing panties and playing with my ass does not make me gay! He moans slightly in his sleep. His cock jumps against his belly. Then why do I feel this way about him, about his cock? All I had were questions. I decided to not worry about it. I threw the panties onto the nearby raft to dry, and decided to go exploring.
I kicked Dillon's leg to wake him up. "Hey fuck face, wake up." I kicked him again. "Wake up sleeping beauty." God, why did I have to say that?
He groaned and blinked his eyes open. "Eeughhhwhaaa?" He grumbled.
"Get up, we got a lot to do. I'm going to explore, why don't you collect some wood and shit for us to use." I say matter of factly, trying to think about my words more closely. I stomp off down the beach to walk around the entire island.
I quickly confirmed that it is indeed an island as we thought. There were rocky shoals near the northern half, but mostly fresh sandy beaches all the way around. Exploring into the trees proved more useful this time. There was a small freshwater pond on the island. How it was there was anyone's guess, but I was not one to question. On the northern side of the island was a higher ground with some exposed bluffs. A slight cave was dug into the rock. May be useful for a storm, I noted to myself. The forest itself had a good amount of what I presumed were edible berries and coconuts. I was not daring enough to test them since we did have various rations still from the survival kit.
After feeling like I explored a decent amount of the area, I found my way back to our campsite. Dillon had been busy gathering wood, leaves and a few coconuts. After terse greetings, I helped get everything organized and we set to work making a hut. He was deadly quiet throughout the whole process. Mainly following my directions or giving brief 'sure's and 'k's when needed. After most of the day we had the framework for a hut made up with most of the roofing done. It looked like we would be able to finish it tomorrow.
As we sat down on the log next to our small campfire, you could cut the tension with a knife. "So... err.. how did you sleep? Last night I mean." Dillon said awkwardly.
"I slept alright given the circumstances." I said. Not wanting to mention what happened anymore than Dillon likely did. I figured it was best just to act like I didn't know he humped my ass last night.
"Oh, well that's good." He said. You could almost see the weight being lifted from his shoulders.
I figured I have to mess with him at least a little bit. After all, that is what friends are for. "Woke up with a sore ass and damp panties though. You didn't fuck me last night did you?"
"Uh.. what? No, I.." He stumbled over himself.
I chuckled "I'm just kiddin man. We all wet the bed sometimes, and I guess I just happened to be the bed more or less." You could see him breathe a sigh of relief. " I mean, I would too if I was a scared shitless Dillon that was stranded on an deserted island."
"Hey fuck you! I ain't scared!" We both then started to laugh it all off. It seemed we were back to our old selves, dicking around, punching each other on the shoulder, and talking about how we wish we were home.
We made plans for what we needed to do. Finish the hut, gather more resources, make tools for fishing and to make building easier, and get some sort of way to make it easier to be rescued. Unfortunately, our hut was not quite finished, so tonight would be another cold night.
"Let's head to bed." I say. Dillon readily agrees and we make our way to the makeshift tent. At least it would provide more protection from the elements than the hut in it's current state. I crawled into the tent, naked this time.
