Chapter 1

When their boat ran out of fuel only a mile from shore, no one expected that they would be marooned for three months on an island in the middle of Lake Michigan. 

It had seemed like innocent fun at the time. Ely had joined his twin brother, York, and three of his college soccer buddies for an afternoon of drinking beer and waterskiing when the storm blew in. He wasn’t much of a water skier or an athlete (that was York’s domain) but the prospect of watching a bunch of shirtless studs cavort in the water was too tempting to ignore. The fact that the soccer team’s assistant coach, Hawk, joined them at the last minute made the excursion irresistible. Ely had been lusting after Hawk all afternoon. When the dude stripped off his t-shirt and revealed his tanned, hairy and muscular torso, Ely melted. He had catapulted into the boat before York’s invitation had even left his lips. Soon, he was cozied up next to Hawk on the boat’s rear bench, batting his eyelashes and smiling flirtaciously despite the hetero dude’s obvious cluelessness.

He was so smitten with Hawk that he didn’t notice the dark clouds on the horizon until he heard York’s call of alarm. Reluctantly tearing his eyeballs off of the divinely handsome man, he looked off to the north and blanched. He’d never seen the sky that shade of black before!

Things went south, far south, from there. Despite York’s best efforts to steer the boat toward the harbor, the wind was too strong and blew the craft inexorably away from shore. Worse, they discovered too late that the boat’s radio wasn’t working. Even so, Ely didn’t get really worried until they ran out of fuel. By then the waves were so big and choppy, his only concern became holding on for dear life and hoping they didn’t capsize. He was panicking so badly that he barely registered Hawk’s protective arm across his shoulders. He burrowed into the big stud’s side, clinging to his waist as he stifled terrified sobs.

Nighttime came and the storm abated but the six young men were too exhausted to notice. One by one, they dropped off into a depleted slumber, only awakening late the next morning. Ely was the first to wake…or so he thought until he realized that Hawk had disappeared. Suddenly worried, he looked around, discovering that the boat had washed up on the dunes of an unfamiliar shore. Gulls called overhead and the morning was cloudless, the blue sky stretching as far as he could see. The lake’s waters were now placid in contrast to the massive, choppy waves during the storm. Barely a ripple marred the sapphire surface. The lake was so quiet it merged with the sky on the horizon, a blue on blue world.

The unexpected calm and beauty of the place caught him off guard and he found himself appreciating it despite their predicament. Only after a few awed moments did he come back to himself enough to remember his mission. Where is Hawk? And where are we? Fortunately, the answer to one question was close by: A pair of footprints in the sand marked Hawk’s journey up the dune. Unfortunately, the answer to his other question was less obvious. Ely heaved a sigh and stood up, pulling out his smartphone and looking for a signal.

No bars.

And the battery was nearly dead.

He frowned, stomach clenched with concern.

Where the fuck are we? And how will we get back home without gas, a functioning radio or any cell phone signal?

With effort, he managed to get control of himself and shoved the worries aside for the time being. Looking around, he saw that York and his three friends, Santo, Najeem and Blake, were passed out on the floor of the boat. They were huddled against each other for warmth like a litter of puppies. Normally, the sight of four jocks clad only in tiny, skin tight shorts spooning with each other would have gotten his cock pulsing but Ely was too distracted.

Ok, now what do I do?

The answer to that question, it seemed, led upward, following the trail of Hawk’s footprints. The dunes rose precipitously above the little boat to a height of more than two hundred feet. If he climbed them, perhaps he could spot the mainland and also figure out where the studly assistant coach had gone?

Lowering himself gingerly to the ground, he followed the tracks up the dunes. It was a long and arduous climb and he was sweating by the time he reached the summit. Glancing around, he spotted Hawk’s tracks continuing down the other side of the dune into the woods. He hesitated, wondering if he should wake up the others, but then decided to press on, figuring that Hawk couldn’t have gone too far.

Before he descended, he had a look around. From that high vantage point, he had a panoramic view of the island. He could tell it was an island because he could see the entire perimeter. Perhaps five miles square, it was covered with dunes on its western shore, tapering down to marshland to the east. The northern end, however, was densely forested and formed a sort of wooded plateau. He looked beyond the eastern shore of the island and saw only wide, blue water. Turning, he gazed off to the south, north and west and likewise saw only water.

There was no sign of the mainland.

Despite the sublime beauty of the place, Ely felt a stab of despair. No land, not even another island to be seen! Worse, the island appeared to be uninhabited. Scanning the length of it, he saw no evidence of any human structures. No dock, no ranger station, not even an abandoned shack.

They were fucking marooned in the middle of Lake Michigan without any food or shelter! What were they going to do?

Despair was threatening to overwhelm him when he heard a sharp crack in the distance. With the sound, he grew briefly hopeful. It was coming from down below where Hawk’s footprints led into a forest of white cedar, moose maple and balsam fir. He followed the noise, slipping and sliding down the steep eastern side of the dune and scratching his legs on the sharp grasses.

The tree canopy swallowed the dune at the bottom and he was greeted by the relative cool of the shade as he descended. The day was still young but it was clear that it was going to be a hot one. More than that, unlike his twin brother who was dark-skinned, Ely was very fair and burned easily. Exhaling with relief at leaving the sun’s burning rays behind, he blinked in the shadows and waited for his eyes to adjust.

Nearby, a spring gurgled out from the base of the dune, pouring downward into a pool ringed by cattails and cedars. A creek emerged from the eastern end of the pond, twining through the forest on its way to the marshland further downhill. The morning sunlight slanted through the gently swaying treetops, landing on a grassy meadow beside the pond. 

It was there that Ely spotted his quarry.

With his broad back to him, Hawk squatted in the dappled pool of light. Ely watched his beefy arm swing upward. Something glittered in his hand before it sliced down with a loud crack; the dude was using a small hatchet to split wood. (Where did he find that?) A tiny fire crackled beside him and Hawk stopped chopping long enough to feed it splinters of wood. Soon, the fire had grown and crackled hungrily, demanding more fuel. Hawk obliged, creating a pyramid of dry cedar logs over the fire. In seconds, the flames licked up the sides of the logs and Hawk smiled to himself, proud of his handiwork.

Something made Ely hang back in the shadows to watch the macho stud. Hawk Wanageshic made for an impressive sight, not the least because he was clad only in a torn pair of yellow nylon shorts that exposed most of his massive thigh. Possessing the proportions of a Greek hero, his shoulders were incredibly broad and tapered down to a reed-thin waist. His thighs and buttocks bulged impressively, betraying his status as an elite soccer god. He wore his curly, black hair short in a style that accented his sharp features. A close-cropped beard softened the angle of his jaw but, in doing so, somehow also made him more masculine. His lips were full and his nose was aquiline (appropriately enough, given his name.) It was his big, brown eyes, though, that made Ely’s heart race. When they fixed upon you, you felt like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. It was a gift to be regarded by that man.

Ely watched him for a good ten minutes before stirring. Despite their predicament, he couldn’t get enough of the sexy jock and found himself reaching down to massage his little erection, rubbing it thoughtfully as he watched the sweat beads trickle down the furrow between Hawk’s shoulder blades. They pooled there only briefly before sliding inexorably down into the furry cleft of his exposed buttocks. (The stud’s shorts were so small that the top three inches of his hairy ass peaked out of the straining waistband.) The skin on Hawk’s back was tanned deep mocha but his buttocks were creamy brown. The severe tan lines delimiting the public from the private parts of his body made Ely’s cock ache fiercely for release.

“Oh, hey,” Hawk rumbled, glancing behind him and catching sight of Ely. “I didn’t see you there.”

Ely jumped, dropping his hand away from his crotch. For perhaps the first time in his life, he was glad that his penis was so tiny. Even at full mast, its meager bulge was barely noticeable in his shorts. Indeed, Hawk seemed oblivious to the fact that he’d caught Ely pleasuring himself and merely smiled happily at him for a moment before setting the hatchet aside and straightening.  He padded over, stopping when he was so close that Ely could feel the heat emanating from his sweaty body. His cocklet spasmed painfully as the warmth and musky scent of the big guy washed over him. Hawk was truly immense, towering a good foot above him!

Oblivious to the reaction his proximity was having on Ely, he explained, “I’m making breakfast. I figured we should eat something before we talk about what to do.”

Hawk cocked his head toward the fire and for the first time Ely noticed the two, dead rabbits lying there. “Whoa, you killed those yourself?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Hawk replied, shrugging modestly. “I rigged a snare from some fishline I found in the boat. They were really easy to catch, though. Probably no predators on this little island.”

“That’s amazing!”

Hawk gave him a funny smile and then thrilled him to no end by reaching out to muss his hair. “Go get the dudes, will ya? By the time you get back, the rabbit should be about ready.”

Ely was opening his mouth to answer when they heard a sizzling whoosh and looked up through the trees to see a flare arcing over the dune. This was quickly followed by another and another. Hawk cursed vehemently and sprinted up the dune, calling over his shoulder, “Those idiots are gonna use ‘em all up!”

By the time they returned to the boat, Ely had counted ten flares which, just as Hawk feared, accounted for the sum total in the small box of emergency supplies on the boat. York, Santo, Najeem and Blake lowered their heads sheepishly as Hawk stormed down the dune toward them. He was fuming and red-faced, uncharacteristic behavior for the normally stoic jock.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, rounding on the four boys in fury. “You don’t fucking shoot the flares until you fucking see a boat or a plane!” He looked out across the calm expanse of Lake Michigan; Ely followed his gaze and grimaced when he realized there wasn’t a boat in sight. The wide lake was devoid of any sign of people; it was like they were completely alone in the world.

York spoke first. “Sorry, Hawk! I didn’t–”

“You didn’t THINK!” Hawk finished for him. “You’re such a fucking idiot! That was all the flares, wasn’t it?”

York nodded mutely, looking down at his bare feet. Like the rest of his friends, he’d boarded the boat the previous day without any shoes–or shirt, for that matter–thinking they would only be out on the water for a short time. In fact, Ely was the only one of the six who had footwear, if plastic flip-flops could be considered such.

Hawk exhaled loudly before turning and dropping his head in his hands. “What are we gonna do?” he asked no one in particular. “No gas, no flares, no radio, no shelter, no supplies. God knows how far we drifted. We could have been blown to the other fuckin’ side of the lake! It could be fuckin’ Labor Day before anyone finds us!”

Little did they know then that this proved to be prophetic; it wasn’t until three days after the September holiday that they were discovered. By the time the boys returned to the mainland, their bodies and lives would be changed forever. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves…

***

Chapter 2

There was nothing to do but return to the now smoldering fire and cook the rabbits for breakfast. All six of the guys were famished and made short work of the animals. Even though the meat was stringy and overcooked, Ely wolfed it down. When they were finished, they sat in a circle around the fire, staring at each other. An unspoken question hung in the air between them.

“Ely,” Hawk said, turning to fix him with those hypnotic eyes. “Help me harvest cattails, will you? We’ll need a lot of ‘em.” Ely nodded, excited by the prospect of spending more time in the stud’s presence. “The rest of you guys,” he continued, turning to the four friends, “Go back to the boat and pull anything you think might be useful off of it. We’ll need something to serve as dishes or at least a pot to hold water. Dig through the hold and the bins under the seats to see if there is a tarp or something. We’ll need anything you can find.” He spread his arms to encompass the little clearing and the spring bubbling out of the dune, saying, “This place is protected and has potable water. We’ll set up our main camp here and build a lookout at the top of the dune.”

The boys nodded, eyes downcast. They were clearly still abashed at wasting the flares. As a group, they stood sheepishly and turned to climb the dune.

York and his buddies were gone a long time but Ely and Hawk barely noticed because they were so busy harvesting cattails. It was muddy and arduous work but he didn’t care; as long as Hawk was next to him, sweating and nearly naked, all was right with the world. 

Ely had no idea why they were gathering so many until Hawk explained, “We’ll weave them into bedding and use the base of the stalks and the young flowers for food.” He waded out into the pond and pulled up one of the plants, exposing the white pith at the base of the stalk. “This is like asparagus and this,” he paused to peel back the clustered leaves at the head, exposing the tender catkin beneath, “is just fucking delicious.” When Ely looked skeptical, he shrugged his enormous shoulders, saying, “You’ll thank me later.”

It was nearing lunchtime by the time the boys returned with the boat supplies. Ely and Hawk looked up from stripping the pith and flowers from the huge pile of cattails they’d amassed. The four friends were sweating and irritable from the arduous journey but their arms were loaded with promising finds. There was a fishing spear, a big tarp, a fish net, a full set of cookware, a first aid kit, the nylon tow rope for waterskiing and a bunch of cushions among other things.

“Excellent,” Hawk praised and Ely smiled at the way the boys perked up with his approval. If there had been any doubt up to that point, one thing was now perfectly clear: Hawk was the group leader and undisputed alpha. And that was just fine with Ely!

Using the skillet and some rabbit fat he’d saved, Hawk set about frying up the white pith from the cattails in a pot over the fire. Ely’s mouth watered at the smell and he didn’t complain when Hawk asked him to tend the meal while he showed the boys how to weave the cattail stalks into bedding. It was a simple task and soon all four youths were busy making the mats they would sleep on for the next three months.

Hawk grabbed the spear and padded off to the east, saying over his shoulder, “I’m gonna catch some fish. I’ll bet there’s a bunch of ‘em in the marsh.”

He was right. Returning just as Ely had finished sauteeing the last of the pith, he emerged from the forest with two large carp. “Not my first choice for fish,” he said, grimacing, “but they were easy to catch. Plus, I don’t mind killing an invasive species.”

Just as Hawk predicted, the fish were bony and hard to eat but their meat was delicious, especially when combined with the delicate pith of the cattails. They chowed down in silence, sharing their meal on an improvised plate removed from a part of the boat engine.

When they were finished eating, Hawk sat back and regarded each of them with his steady gaze. “If we’re gonna make it off this island alive,” he said in a gruff voice that brooked no nonsense, “we’ll need to work as a team.” He waited for everyone to nod before continuing, “and we’ll have to be careful. No unnecessary risks, no desperate attempts. The people who survive in the wilderness are the ones who cooperate and pay attention to nature.”

Ely was barely listening. He was crushing so badly on Hawk at that point that he would have jumped in the water and swum across Lake Michigan if Hawk asked him to. Even though he knew that the other boys were straight, he could tell that they held Hawk in similar esteem, albeit without the desire to have him bury his sizable pole (if the straining giant threatening to burst out of the crotch of his tiny pair of shorts was to be believed) in their eager holes.

“Now,” the big stud continued to his breathless audience, “I want you four,” he nodded toward York, Santo, Najeem and Blake, “to finish weaving our sleeping mats. When you’re finished, use the hatchet to chop up a bunch of wood. We will need it for cooking but especially for the fire we’ll light at the top of the dune tonight. With luck, the Coast Guard will spot it and come investigate. We will light a fire up there every night until we are rescued.”

Najeem cleared his throat and raised a hand, waiting until Hawk acknowledged him. “Um, hey, Hawk, aren’t we, ya know, gonna take the boat and, ya know, paddle it back home?”

Hawk hesitated a moment and Ely could tell he was schooling his features. When he replied, he somehow managed to keep the incredulity out of his voice. “No, that won’t work.” Najeem’s shoulders fell but Hawk smiled, causing the boy to perk up again. “Our best chance for survival is to stay on this island. There is enough of everything we need here to make it for months if necessary. We will light a bonfire on the dune every night and sleep in shifts so one of us is always there to tend it. Hopefully, it won’t be long before we’re rescued. It’s the beginning of summer and there’ll be lots of boats soon. Trust me.”

The boys visibly relaxed at this. Hawk’s tone was reassuring but more than that, he possessed that certain ineffable quality of all good leaders. When he spoke, you knew he was competent and trustworthy. More than that, you knew that he would do anything for you. Hawk would always have your back.

Najeem and Blake started to stand, sensing the meeting was finished but Hawk stopped them. “Before you go anywhere, I need you all to do something for me.” He jerked his head to the rabbit skins that he’d stretched out on an improvised rack using fishing line and branches. “Take a piss on them, would ya? I’m gonna cure ‘em and, seeing as we don’t have any salt, urine will have to do.”

When the boys hesitated, Hawk sighed heavily. Pushing himself to his feet, he paced over to the waiting skins and yanked down his shorts and drenched the skins with a bright yellow stream of piss. “There,” he said, stuffing his (decidedly massive, uncut) cock back in the pouch of shorts, “was that so hard?”

York nudged him with knee and Ely colored. He would’ve paid money to watch that show and Hawk gave it to him for free! What else did he have to look forward to?

Needless to say, he didn’t resist when Hawk turned and held out a giant, calloused hand and hoisted him to his feet. “Good, now that everyone has a job, Ely and me are gonna scout the island. Don’t worry, though. We’ll be back before dinner with something to eat.”

***

Ely padded along behind Hawk as they skirted the marshlands east of the campsite. He had removed his flip-flops and was barefoot, making the going slower than it would have been with shoes.

“Don’t worry, bud,” Hawk reassured, looking back at him with a wink. “Yer feet’ll toughen up quickly. Plus, there’s nuthin’ out here to step on that will cut ya too badly.”

As they made their way gingerly along the edge of the marsh, his words proved to be true. While he did get a few cuts here and there on the soft arches of his feet, in general the ground was cushiony with its blanket of fallen cedar fronds. And besides, he had the huge jock’s beautiful, broad back and perky bottom to keep him company. Watching those blocky, muscular globes bob and down with each confident step was the perfect distraction from the pain of his tender feet.

The island was essentially divided into three portions: Dune, forest and marshland. As they walked, Hawk taught Ely about the geology and natural history of the island. “This is a perched dune,” he said, pointing to the long, high dune that formed the western border of the island. “They’re incredibly rare. Most of them are only found in and around Lake Michigan. Over the centuries, the waves and wind have pushed the sand upward over a bluff, forming this dune. The forest behind it is unique, too, because the dune barrier creates a sheltered micro climate. Water droplets passing over the dune condense on the leeward side, giving the trees added moisture. It’s called orographic precipitation.”

“How do you know all this?” Ely queried, putting his hands on his soft hips. “I mean, it’s clear you have spent a lot of time outside. Did you go to a wilderness survival school or something?”

Hawk’s lips curved into a half smile. “In a sense, I guess.”

He refused to elaborate on this cryptic statement no matter how much Ely pestered him.

***

As he’d observed from the top of the dune, the northern half of the island formed a forested plateau that was pitted with large kettle-shaped depressions. “These are sinkholes,” Hawk explained, gazing out over the tops of the trees growing up from the bottom of one of the depressions. “The limestone beneath the island is porous and tends to hollow out over time and sometimes it collapses.” 

Ely nodded absently. He still had no idea how Hawk knew so much but he had to admit the pockmarked landscape was striking…and difficult to hike. Plus, he didn’t really care what Hawk was saying as long as the big stud was paying attention to him; he wasn’t used to handsome men noticing him, much less bothering to talk to him. 

After the going proved strenuous, they decided to turn back, leaving the northern end of the island to be explored at a later time. They had only just turned around when Hawk stopped on the shady side of one of the sinkholes. Ely turned to see him kneel and collect the curling tendrils of some mysterious plant. “Fiddleheads,” he said. “The young fronds of ferns. They’re delicious!”

They collected several handfuls, stowing them in the apron Ely made by holding out the hem of his shirt. (Unlike the buff, shirtless Hawk, Ely preferred to keep his soft, blobby torso hidden and flushed with embarrassment at his belly hanging over the waistband of his shorts. Fortunately, Hawk didn’t seem to notice or care.) 

A little further and the big jock made another discovery: White morel mushrooms. “I didn’t realize they grew in the forest,” he said over his shoulder as he leaned down to pick one. “I usually find them at the edge of the woods or in old orchards. Plus, it’s a little late in the year.” He held the mottled brown mushroom out for Ely’s inspection, adding, “These’ll be amazing with the fiddleheads.”

The guys ended up having a feast that night thanks to Hawk’s foraging and hunting skills. The dude never ceased to amaze. On their way to the campsite, a ruffed grouse flew up underfoot and Hawk shocked Ely by killing it with an expertly-timed knife throw. “My trusty hunting knife,” he explained as he picked up the still-flapping bird and wiped the blood off the serrated blade. “I never go anywhere without it.” He showed Ely how it folded over into a pocket knife when he depressed a catch on the handle. “This is how I skinned the rabbits this morning in case you were wondering.” Ely hadn’t even thought about it but now that he saw the knife, he was glad they had it along. It proved to be invaluable for their survival that summer.

The final coup was the young Canada goose that Hawk managed to stun with a well aimed rock. Little wisps of down were still visible beneath its feathers and Ely suspected it hadn’t even learned to fly yet. They soon learned that its youth made for tender, delicious meat. Frying it with the morels and fiddleheads augmented its slightly gamey flavor perfectly. 

They lay around the fire after dinner, rubbing their full bellies and looking up at the darkening sky. Ely was wedged between York and Hawk and couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be. He didn’t even care if they were marooned in the middle of Lake Michigan. He was with his two favorite men in the entire world.

“Yo, bro.”

He looked over at York’s nudge. “Yeah?”

“Follow me.”

His brother pushed himself up and padded off into the darkness. Ely followed a moment later, curious what York had to say.

“You know he’s straight, right?” his handsome twin asked when they were out of earshot. “Rumor has it that he fucked his way across campus last year. He’s had more pussy than any guy I know.” He paused to fix Ely with his penetrating and slightly mocking gaze, “What I’m trying to say is stop following him around like a lost puppy. He’s not gonna turn gay just ‘cuz we’re trapped on an island without women.”

They were standing in a small clearing beside the dune. Moonlight caressed York’s rugged features and made his eyes sparkle. York may not have been quite as big and burly as Hawk but he was equally studly and he knew it. One of his favorite things was to tease his gay brother with his magnificent jock physique. Indeed, at the moment he was subtly thrusting his crotch forward, all but daring Ely to stare at the big bulge in his tiny shorts. (Although from what Ely had seen earlier when Hawk whipped out his big dick, York might not be the ‘big man’ of the group. He took private satisfaction out of knowing how much this must annoy York.)

Ely shrugged. “I know he’s straight and I don’t care. I just like being around him.”

“Uh huh,” York replied skeptically. “I know you, bro, and I’m telling ya not to get yer gay hopes up. He’s no more likely than any of the rest of us to pop yer cherry. We’re all straight guys. One hundred percent straight.” He dropped his gaze provocatively to his tumescent crotch and smiled tauntingly when Ely’s eyes followed his. “‘Cept for you, of course.”

With that, he turned and sauntered off into the darkness.

Chapter 3

York’s warning was undermined by the events of that night.

Using the tow rope and tarp, they constructed a comfortable tent with the woven cattail mats making for fragrant and cozy bedding. Hawk volunteered to tend the watchfire atop the dune and Ely agreed to take the second shift. With the smoke from the smoldering fire keeping the worst of the mosquitos at bay, they quickly fell into a deep slumber.

Ely awoke around midnight to find Hawk squeezing onto the mat next to him. He sat up on his elbows, thinking it was his turn to tend the watchfire. Hawk stopped him before he could get up, though,  just as he registered the sound of raindrops pelting the tarp. “Stay here,” the big dude ordered. “No use manning the lookout. It’s storming too hard right now.”

As if to underscore these words, a bright flash of lightning and a thunder clap made Ely jump. The wind picked up and soon the rain was lashing sideways through the tent.

“Scoot over,” Hawk ordered, pushing Ely against his sleeping brother. 

The boys had spread out in the tent due to the heat and their unwillingness to make physical contact with each other but the storm quickly changed that. At first, the rain forced them to crowd together to stay dry but soon they were crowding together to stay warm, too. As the storm passed by, it brought a chill breeze and the temperature dropped. 

Without any blankets, the guys only had each other’s body heat to keep warm and soon Ely was living another gay fantasy; he was sandwiched between two of the hottest guys imaginable, Hawk and York. Hawk wasn’t shy about using Ely’s body; he folded his great, hairy and muscular frame against him, pulling him in close and wrapping his arms across his chest. Even though Hawk wasn’t aroused, the sensation of the hung stud’s package nestled into the cleft of his buttocks was heavenly. 

York was more resistant to spooning but, as the temperature fell, he inched closer until he was pressed firmly against him. The warmth and scent of the two guys was arousing enough but the full body contact got him achingly hard and he was once again thankful for his micro-sized penis. Even with York’s firm buttocks shoved directly against his crotch, his twin brother was oblivious to his erection. 

I could get used to this, he thought as he drifted into a lust-filled slumber. I almost don’t wanna be rescued!

***

Hawk had already gotten up the next morning when Ely awoke. He looked through the flap of the tent to find the dude struggling to restart the fire. The rain had nearly put it out but, as he watched, Hawk managed to scrape together enough glowing embers to light a tuft of damp grass. It smoldered for a long time but eventually caught flame and soon the fire rekindled. Ely shook his head, both grateful for and amazed by the sexy man’s talent for outdoor survival.

When the fire was blazing, Hawk motioned for Ely to follow him and Ely reluctantly separated from York’s warmth. York groaned and rolled over to drape himself over Najeem but remained asleep.

Soon, Ely and Hawk were wading through the marshland, looking for breakfast. Hawk gave him the spear and showed him how to sneak up on fish. While Ely worked on his aim, the big man gathered more cattails. It took Ely a lot of tries but he managed to finally spear a carp. They returned to the camp with the fish and some duck eggs that Hawk had scored.

“These aren’t to eat,” Hawk informed him, holding out the green-tinged eggs for his inspection. “I’ll use the yolks to tan the rabbit hides. I just hope the chicks inside haven’t developed too far.” Ely squirmed at the thought, promising to make himself scarce when Hawk cracked open the shells.

They were preparing the morning’s bounty for breakfast when Blake came running down the dune. “The boat is gone!” he yelled, stricken. “It musta blown away in the storm last night!”

Hawk cursed loudly, kicking himself for neglecting to make sure the boat was firmly anchored. “Well, that’s it, boys,” he grumbled. “We’re well and truly fucked now. That boat was our calling card for the Coast Guard. Now the only way we’ll be rescued is if someone sees our fire and investigates.”

This cast a heavy pall over their breakfast and the boys sat glumly in a semi circle on the sodden grass, feeling sorry for themselves. Ely was surprised to see Santo wiping back tears but was touched when Najeem draped an arm over his shoulders, murmuring something that Ely couldn’t catch. He realized then that he’d sort of written off his brother’s friends, assuming they were just a bunch of dumb, macho jocks. He was to learn soon, though, that each of the boys was his own, distinct person. Gradually, as the days stretched into weeks, he grew to like them more and more.

After breakfast, Hawk got the boys busy digging a latrine. It was tough work without a shovel but they eventually managed to dig a hole deep enough to contain their waste. While they were occupied, Hawk constructed a platform to fit over the latrine so the boys could squat over the hole while they were doing their business. Ely wasn’t thrilled by the prospect but realized it was better than pooping in the woods. The fact that the latrine was in full view of their camp didn’t help, either, and he vowed he would only use it in the dark of night. (A vow he soon broke.)

Once the latrine was complete, they dug another hole to bury the offal leftover from their fish, birds and rabbits they’d eaten. Hawk was adamant about this, saying it was the only way to keep the flies and other critters away from their campsite. “Proper sanitation is key if we’re going to stay healthy out here,” he explained. “Plus, it shows respect for the animals who gave their lives to feed us.”

The day had warmed by then and the boys were sweaty and dirty from their morning exertion. When York discovered a pathway to Lake Michigan that skirted the edge of the dune, they headed south toward the shore to wash off. Ely hung back to walk with Hawk (he was never far from the stud) and was so enraptured by the perspiration trickling down the big dude’s muscular back that at first he didn’t notice something that was soon to become a fixture of life on the island.

York and his buddies were cavorting naked in the waves.

“Jesus,” Ely breathed as he beheld the jocks in all their glory. He’d heard stories about straight bros getting naked with each other but always assumed it was wishful gay thinking. It turned out, though, that guys really did strip down when they were alone. At least these boys did.

York was the buffest of the bunch and the first shuck his shorts. His long, lean body was ripped with muscle and he was hung like a fucking stallion. His brown skin glowed in the sunlight as he raced down the beach and jumped in the water. He emerged seconds later, dripping and glorious, spreading his arms and beckoning the others to follow. Even from a distance, Ely could see his brother’s huge dick swaying between his legs. It was a cruel twist of genetics that had given his twin all of the melanin, body hair, muscle, height and cock size; Ely was left the short, stubby, pale, hairless one who looked like a watered down version of his studly brother.

Not to be outdone, Santo, Najeem and Blake quickly tossed their shorts aside and joined his brother, diving ass-up into the surf. While they might not be quite as godlike as York, they were nonetheless incredibly beautiful. At one point, they were all lined up by height, skin tone and cock size and Ely almost fainted. He desperately wished his cell phone was still working because he would have recorded the whole affair for later…enjoyment.

“You coming, bro?”

Ely shook himself, realizing that Hawk was looking back at him. He flushed and shrank away from the big man’s outstretched hand. “Um, no. I’ll swim later. I don’t wanna get a sunburn.” He retreated to the shade of the trees on the edge of the beach. “You go ahead, though. Don’t wait for me.”

“Nah,” Hawk said, retracing his steps and settling down on the sand beside him. “I’ll wait, too.” He patted the spot next to him and looked up expectantly until Ely shrugged and sat down.

They watched the four boys play in the water for a while without saying anything. When York started teasing the others about ‘shrinkage,’ though, Hawk shook his head. “He’s really insecure, isn’t he?”

“York likes to be on top,” Ely observed. “There’s a reason he’s the best looking–and biggest–of the bunch. He wouldn’t have friends who outranked him.”

Hawk smiled, settling back on his elbows. He didn’t comment, though. He was silent for so long that Ely finally looked over at him and was surprised to see a tear sliding down his furry cheek.

“Hawk, what’s wrong?”

The handsome man tilted his head and gave him a sad smile. “There’s something I need to tell you, Ely.”

Ely swallowed, mutely waiting for him to speak.

“I can’t see very well. Without my contacts, I’m practically blind.”

“Your contacts…?” Ely repeated before he put two and two together. “Oh, fuck! Hawk, I’m so sorry! How long do you have before you have to take them out?”

“One day,” Hawk murmured, rubbing discreetly at his eyes. “They’re extended-wear but I already had them in for five days when we got on the boat.”

“I don’t suppose you have a pair of glasses, um, stashed somewhere?”

When Hawk shook his head, Ely sat in stunned silence, mentally ticking through the ramifications of this news. Hawk was the only reason they had made it this far and it was clear the big guy was the key to their long term survival as well. If they couldn’t rely on him to hunt and fish and forage…

“I need you, Ely,” Hawk said, turning to look at him. “I need you to help me after I take out my contacts. You’re the only one I trust.”

These words hit him like a blow to the center of the chest and he was momentarily stunned by the impact. Finally, he recovered enough to promise, “Of course, Hawk! Anything. I’ll always be here for you.” Overwhelmed by emotion, he looked away from the man’s probing gaze and jerked his head at the frolicking boys. “And they’ll be here for you, too. We’re a team, right?”

Hawk gave him a hangdog grin. “Sure, they’re good kids but I’ve been their coach for the past year. I know what they’re capable of…and what they’re not capable of. They lack maturity and focus. We need both of those things to survive.”

“I’m not sure why you think I have what it takes,” Ely said, spreading his hands to encompass his blobby, very unathletic body. “I can barely keep up with you!”

The jock lifted his great shoulders. “I’m not worried. Even though I know you well, I trust you and that’s the most important thing.”

***

Hawk explained the situation to the boys after they had finished swimming. The four, hung jocks stood in a ring around Hawk, still naked and dripping with water, while Ely chewed the inside of his cheek to distract himself from his rapidly hardening cocklet. How the fuck was he supposed to live like this? Didn’t they realize he was gay? This was torture!

“I’m gonna teach Ely how to hunt today,” Hawk concluded. “He’s gonna be our main forager from now on.”

York opened his mouth to protest but Hawk forestalled him with a raised hand. “You gotta trust me, guys. I know a good hunter when I see one. Ely is quiet and light on his feet–” York snorted with laughter at this and Hawk gave him a dirty look. He waited for him to fall silent before continuing, “And I can’t take all of you along when I go hunting ‘cuz you’ll scare off the prey. He can always teach you how to hunt later if you want.”

They set off after a hasty lunch of leftover fish from breakfast. Hawk left the hatchet with the boys, instructing them to gather more firewood, before he padded off into the woods with Ely in tow. It was cool in the shade and Ely grew chilly. When his teeth started chattering, Hawk turned and surprised him by rubbing his big hands briskly over his body until he was a bit warmer.

“We have to move faster if we’re gonna stay warm,” he said, turning and jogging off through the undergrowth. “Watch where you step,” he called over his shoulder. “I don’t wanna have to stitch up your foot!”

Ely watched the big jock disappear from view and reluctantly followed him, doing his best to keep up and avoid hurting himself. He had never run barefoot through the woods and didn’t exactly enjoy it. He did, however, succeed in working up a sweat. After perhaps fifteen minutes, Hawk slowed and they stood together, chests heaving as they waited to catch their breath.

When he looked around he realized they were back among the sinkholes again. The surrounding forest was eerily quiet and his skin prickled with premonition.

“You feel it, too?”

He looked up to find Hawk watching him closely. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “It’s different here.”

Hawk took a few paces and looked back at him. His brown eyes were both wary and curious. “C’mon,” he said, “let’s take a look.”

The forest grew denser and the sinkholes deeper the further north they hiked. Ely stayed behind Hawk, his sense of foreboding growing. When Hawk stopped in his tracks, frozen, Ely took it as a cue to be still and stood there for a long time listening to his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Hawk exhaled and sank to his knees, bowing his head and murmuring in a language that Ely didn’t recognize. Puzzled, Ely took a tentative step forward. He was concentrating so hard on not making a sound that he didn’t notice the tiny longhouses at first. There were several dozen of them, built in the sheltered ground around the beeches and maples. The ground here was high and unmarked by sinkholes, giving it a remote air. Ely felt like he had stepped back in time and had to suppress a shudder.

What was this place? And who had built these strange little houses?

The houses were about four or five feet long and stood a couple of feet tall.  Made from bark and untreated wood, they had no doors and only a small window on each end. If he had encountered them elsewhere, he would have thought they were a kind of dollhouse but he knew better. There was no way someone would build a bunch of dollhouses out here on an isolated island. They had some other significance and Ely couldn’t shake the feeling that he was standing on sacred ground.

“Kneel and give respect to the People.”

It was an order and he immediately obeyed. He lowered himself onto his knees and emulated Hawk’s posture, bowing his head and laying his hands palms upward on the tops of his thighs. Beside him, Hawk continued to chant in a language that was both melodic and rhythmic. Sometimes, he thought he recognized a word here and there but mostly it was unknown to him.

The forest around them was pristine and completely quiet, no birds called and not even a squirrel moved in the trees overhead. The breeze wafting through the leaves was cool and tendrils of mist wound around the tree trunks. Overhead, the sky had grown cloudy and the air smelled moist, promising more rain.

They knelt there for perhaps a half hour before Hawk rose and held out his hand, waiting for Ely to take it before he pulled him to his feet. Then he stalked off, heading back toward the marsh where they would hunt for their dinner. He didn’t say a word about the strange longhouses again.

(It turned out that the houses both ensured and delayed their rescue from the island. When they returned to camp that night, Najeem and Blake excitedly relayed news about their own exploration. They had scouted the beach along the perimeter of the island while Hawk and Ely were gone and discovered signs posted at regular intervals. They read, “Anishinaabe Land: No visitors without permission.” Ironically, this was followed by a telephone number, web address and a post office box. The upshot was that, because the island was off limits to the public, the boys would have to wait months before anyone arrived to rescue them.)

***

Time was short and Ely could almost hear the clock ticking down to the time when Hawk would have to remove his contacts, rendering him nearly blind. Hawk was no less aware of the approaching deadline and did his best to impart his survival skills to Ely. First, he spent an hour showing him how to throw the knife. Ely wasn’t very skilled but he did finally manage to sink the blade an inch into the truck of a cedar tree. Hawk was pleased.

“You can work on your aim later,” he said, clapping him on the back. “I mostly wanted to show you how to throw.”

Next, he taught him how to aim rocks with deadly accuracy. Again, Ely wasn’t very coordinated but he did eventually learn the technique. Hawk lavished so much praise on him that Ely blinked back tears. He had never had another guy spend this much time with him, teaching him how to do guy things. He’d always been a fey child and his parents were conservative and tradditional, completely unprepared to deal with a gay son. His father gave up early trying to school him in sports and hunting and other macho pursuits. Instead, York had gotten all of the attention, becoming his dad’s favorite while Ely was relegated to helping his mother in the kitchen. He did become a very good baker and could make the best desserts in the family but he completely sucked at sports and grew to hate being outside. That’s probably why I’m so fat and York is so lean, he thought disparagingly.

When his rock throwing skills were satisfactory, Hawk showed him how to build a snare trap to catch rabbits and squirrels. This proved to be easier than knife- and stone-throwing and soon he’d mastered the art. He beamed with satisfaction when Hawk pumped his fist in the air before grabbing Ely in a bear hug. “You da man, Ely!” he shouted. “You da man!”

***

They returned to camp laden with food. Hawk had made Ely do all of the hunting and he’d succeeded in snaring two fat squirrels and spearing a large bass. While Hawk picked service berries for their dessert, Ely dug up ramps and searched for mushrooms. He was so proud of himself that he couldn’t resist swaggering a bit in front of York. His twin watched him with narrowed eyes (he hated being outdone by his brother) but remained silent. Ely knew he’d pay for it later, though; York wasn’t one to let things slide. He didn’t give a fuck, though. With Hawk on his side, his brother could go piss off.

Hawk showed him how to skin the squirrels and fillet the fish and then Ely set about cooking up one of the tastiest meals he’d ever made. The strong onion flavor of the ramps mellowed when they were sauteed with the mushrooms and the squirrel meat grew tender after he stripped it off the carcass and beat it with the hatchet. The bass was flaky and delicious on its own but he found he liked it better when mixed with the squirrel. Even York was stunned into reverence after taking a bite.

“Whoa, Ely!” he sputtered, mouth still full. “This is fuckin’ yummy!”

“I do Ok without salt or spices, don’t I?” Ely said modestly. He was keenly aware of Hawk’s steady gaze upon him from across the fire.

None of the guys realized it at the time but this marked the turning point in their adventures. From that day on, Ely’s skill and confidence grew even as Hawk’s influence waned. The big, sexy jock remained the center of Ely’s world, though.

***

Chapter 4

Hawk took out his contacts that night, flicking them into the brush with a shrug. “This is it, Ely. I’m dependent on you until we’re rescued. Are you sure you’re Ok with that?”

“Um, hello?” York complained nearby. “There are five of us here to take care of you, Hawk. We’ll take turns.”

Hawk smiled. “Thanks, bro. I appreciate that. I know I’m in good hands.” Even as he said this, though, his smile was fixed on Ely and it was to Ely he held out his hand to guide him to the tent.

After that, Ely and Hawk became inseparable. There was barely a moment of the day or night when they were more than a few feet apart. While Hawk quickly learned how to get around the camp without aid, he almost never left the perimeter of the site unassisted and Ely was by his side when he did. 

They were not only always in close proximity but they also started doing everything together. Everything. Ely was mortified the first time that Hawk squatted down and took a shit in front of him but soon he was doing the same thing–he took consolation in knowing that Haw’s eyesight was so bad he couldn’t see his tiny pee pee–and it became part of their morning ritual, pooping together after they got up and tended the fire. Sometimes, he’d look over at the big stud, squatting naked beside him, and shake his head. How had this happened to him?

The first few days after the boat blew away were the toughest. Hawk was cranky and the other boys were bored and glum. Even though Ely kept busy foraging, he missed his iPhone and grew restless being out of touch with the rest of the world. He missed his friends a lot, mostly because he wished he could share pics and comments about the naked antics of York and his bros when they thought no one was looking. (How the fuck did people survive before smarphones?) 

If he let himself dwell on it, he would become glum, too. It was like they’d been forgotten and sometimes he wondered if anyone was still searching for them. They probably found the empty boat and assumed we drowned, he thought darkly. He knew he was bad off when he realized he missed his parents.

The upside was the constant nudity.

As the days grew warmer and their shorts became filthier, York and his friends stopped wearing them entirely. Ely had to stop and fan himself sometimes when he was cooking and it wasn’t because the fire was so hot. The gorgeous, hung studs lounging around the campsite drove him to distraction and he chewed the inside of his cheeks raw trying to ignore them.

Hawk was somewhat more circumspect with his nudity. He continued to wear his yellow shorts but they became increasingly threadbare as the summer progressed. In a way, this was almost worse than if he had been fully naked. The obvious outline of his huge, uncut cock crammed into the fraying crotch of his shorts was too much at times for Ely. He masturbated almost constantly, glad that Hawk’s eyesight was so poor. If the big dude only knew how much, ahem, pleasure he derived from him…

York was an infamous gay baiter and he derived evil glee out of tormenting his brother. As Hawk and Ely grew closer, his behavior grew more outrageous. He would stand in front of Ely while he was cooking over the fire with his huge schlong dangling mere inches from his face. Sometimes, he would bend over and pretend to gather firewood but really he was aiming his ass in Ely’s direction and spreading his legs. The sight of his twin brother’s furry cleft and tight pucker was enough to make Ely sick with lust. He knew he shouldn’t feel such feelings for his brother but he was only human and York was an undisputedly hot guy.

Needless to say, Ely took to spending as much of the day as possible away from camp and his brother. He and Hawk would head out after breakfast with the fishing spear, hunting knife and snare. The going was slow because he had to lead Hawk by the hand and steer him around obstacles. He didn’t mind, though; he loved taking care of him. 

He expected the big man to have a hard time adjusting to his helplessness but Hawk never complained and didn’t seem too distressed by his predicament. When Ely asked how he was doing, he smiled disarmingly. “I’m fine, bro. Really. I kinda like not being in charge for once. It’s a nice break. Plus, it’s not like I’m gonna be blind forever. Once we get rescued…”

It wasn’t like Hawk was completely helpless, either. He was the perfect hunting partner, waiting quietly until Ely returned with game. He’d skin and gut the animals as well as offer tips here and there. With him there to rely on, Ely’s confidence grew. He would never match York’s athleticism or Hawk’s prowess as an outdoor survivalist but he developed a competency during those months that made him feel a lot better about himself. He reluctantly came to see that he’d grown so accustomed to living in his brother’s shadow that it had stunted his own development. 

If he was surprised by his newfound tracking and hunting skills, he was even more startled to learn that he was a natural killer, too. He had no problem killing the animals they needed for food and he wasn’t even squeamish about gutting and skinning them. Sometimes, he’d look down with amazement at the blood on his hands and guts spread over the ground. If only Dad had been more patient with me at deer camp, we might have bonded. He pushed the thought away; the last thing he wanted was to usurp York’s position as favored son. And his dad wasn’t someone he would ever feel close to. No, it was far too late for that.

Besides, now he had Hawk nearby to offer him the love and support he never received from his father. The big man never failed to praise Ely’s accomplishments and was very effusive in showing his gratitude. It melted his heart (and warmed his groin) to be clasped in those big arms and feel the jock’s hands on his back. Hawk genuinely seemed to enjoy being in his company and that was almost as big of a boost to his self esteem as his success in foraging. He loved being with Hawk, too, but loved the fact that Hawk actually wanted to be with him even more. He knew that this was only a temporary situation and Hawk would forget about him once they were rescued. Still, he was determined to enjoy the attention and affection while it lasted.

He was disappointed by only one thing: His inability to lose weight. As the weeks wore on, the other boys shed pounds, becoming ever more svelte. Even Hawk lost weight despite Ely’s best efforts to save the choicest morsels for him. His muscles didn’t seem to shrink but he became more defined until every sinew, every bulge, every protuberance was clearly delimited under his flawless, tanned skin. He was a walking orgasm!

And then there was York.

He hated how lean and gorgeous his twin became. He’d already been stunning but matured into his looks that summer, losing the last traces of baby fat and growing into potent and sexy manhood. His beard grew thick and his hair shaggy, making him even manlier. The contrast between him and Ely could not have been starker. No one looking at them would have guessed they were related, much less fraternal twins.

Meanwhile, Ely’s face and body remained smooth with barely a tuft of fuzz under his chin and only two or three scraggly hairs on his concave sternum. Worse, being a pale blond, his pubic hair was so light it was indiscernible. Perhap most disappointing, his flabby belly, big thighs and moobs showed no sign of decreasing. He didn’t have a scale but he knew he hadn’t lost even one pound. If anything, he’d gained weight. The only change he noticed was a slight improvement in muscle tone. How can I be marooned on an island and still be fat? It’s not fair!

***

Chapter 5

He awoke one morning to discover that Hawk was missing. Concerned, he scrambled out of the tent and went to look for him. The campsite was still mostly dark and Ely yawned. Even though he was a morning person, this was still a good hour before his usual wakeup time. Where had Hawk gone? Visions of the big stud lost and hurt in the woods swirled before his eyes and he started to panic until the sound of crunching twigs nearby alerted him to the jock’s whereabouts.

He tracked him past the latrine–the most logical spot for him to be at that hour–but still there was no sign of him. This wasn’t entirely out of character, though. Hawk might be legally blind without his contacts but he could still see basic shapes. And he was an expert outdoorsman which meant he could find his way by feel with incredible accuracy. 

The rustling of leaves toward the south told him that the big guy was on the trail that skirted the dune, the one that led down to the lakeshore. Ah, he’s going to wash up! Ely relaxed. He could have turned back at that point but continued to follow, partly out of concern (he would never live with himself if Hawk drowned) and partly out of lust. The big jock was so private about nudity that the only time Ely saw him naked was on the latrine and that was hardly a sexy situation. But skinnydipping, on the other hand…Now, that was an opportunity Ely couldn’t pass up!

He hung back, treading lightly and not making a sound. One thing that hunting had taught was how to be stealthy and he was certain that even the sharp-eared Hawk didn’t know he was following him. After a quarter of a mile, the trees thinned and the ground underfoot became sandy. He stayed out of sight, hiding in a copse of cottonwood while he watched his hunky quarry pad onto the beach.

Hawk stood for a moment with his hands on his hips, breathing in the fresh air. He made an impressive figure, tall and broad-shouldered and muscular. And so lean! Ely made a mental note to increase the game he was hunting. He didn’t want Hawk to waste away!

When the towering jock bent over and pulled down his tattered yellow shorts, Ely’s cock spasmed. Now that’s a man ass! Hawk had the biggest and proudest and hairiest butt cheeks he’d ever seen. It wasn’t fair that a straight guy would have an ass like that! It was wasted on women.

He was so busy appreciating those massive buttocks that he almost didn’t notice Hawk’s hand dropping down to his crotch. When the dude turned slightly and displayed his rapidly growing erection, though, Ely’s mouth fell open. Another reason to hate the dude for being straight! How dare he have a cock that big and not share it with the gays!

In no time, Hawk had jacked himself to a full-on erection and Ely’s little cock was leaking at the sight. The dude’s massive gun had to be more than a foot long. How could a dude have a cock that huge? Argh! It wasn’t fair! This was pure torment!

“You can come out now, Ely. I know you followed me.”

Ely jumped, cheeks flaming. He thought he’d been so clever and silent! Fuck, what should he do?

He was preparing to flee back to the camp when Hawk turned and, dropping his giant organ so that it bobbed alluring before him, invited, “If you’re here, you might as well make yerself useful.” He waggled his cock, causing the pre leaking from its bulbous head to swing off the tip. “C’mon. Jack me off!”

When Ely still hesitated, Hawk sighed. “I know you want to. And just as importantly, I want you to as well.”

The world seemed to freeze around him as he found himself doing the unthinkable. Stepping forward to close the distance between himself and that glorious, leaking stud. Soon, he was standing before the giant man with the equally giant appendage. Taking a deep, ragged breath, he reached out hesitantly.

“Go on,” Hawk urged. “I give you my permission. We do everything else together. We might as well do this, too.”

His hand was touching Hawk’s cock! He was jacking the biggest, fattest, slickest fuckstick imaginable! His fingers closed around that girthy shaft and Hawk threw his head back, a long, low, sensuous moan escaping his lips. 

“Ah, fuck! I’d forgotten how good that feels!”

Ely smiled, giddy with his good fortune and so horny he could barely stand it. He balked, though, when Hawk reached down and stuck his hand inside Ely’s shorts, tickling his little erection with a finger.

“What?” the beautiful jock asked, a sly grin on his face. “Fair’s fair, right?”

“But–”

Hawk lifted his hand away from his shorts and pressed a (precum-slathered) finger to his lips. “Shhh, just go with it. I might be straight but I have experience with cock. My own, at least.”

“But I’m so small and you’re so big!” Ely complained. “I’ll bet yours was never this tiny even when you were a baby.”

Hawk silenced him by taking his mico-dick between his thumb and forefinger and giving a micro handjob (fingerjob?). He barely had to move his fingers back and forth to get Ely moaning.

Soon, they were both bellowing in ecstasy as they jacked each other to a momentous climax on the beach. The gulls cried overhead and the sun broke over the horizon just as they shot their loads on the sand. Hawk’s jizz splattered far and wide while Ely’s barely wet the tips of the stud’s fingers. Still, it was glorious and Ely felt his heart expand with desire.

Could life get any better than this?

***

Hawk and Ely became de facto lovers after that. Ely knew it was weird and that Hawk didn’t really love him in the way that another gay guy could. Still, the big man acted nearly every part of the doting husband…and Ely doted upon him in return. If the other boys noticed the change in their relationship, they didn’t comment but Ely could tell from York’s side-eye that he knew. Even better, he could tell it rankled his brother. He suspected that, in addition to being annoyed that he’d been wrong about Hawk and his feelings toward Ely, there was another reason behind York’s irritation: Envy. He had come to take Ely’s attention for granted and it bothered him to no longer be the center of his twin’s world. York was straight but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy being lusted after!

The jackoff sessions became another part of their morning ritual and Ely couldn’t wait to get Hawk’s massive tool in his hands. He loved working the stud to a volcanic climax and he really loved the cuddle time they shared on the beach afterward. Hawk would sling his heavy arm over his shoulder and laugh when Ely played with his foreskin. He resisted, though, when Ely tried to feed him a drop of his own cum on a fingertip. 

“C’mon!” Ely pressed, moving the dangling thread of the milky liquid over his own tongue and lapping it up. “Yer spunk tastes soooooo sweet!”

Hawk shuddered theatrically. “I’m straight, bro. Straight guys don’t eat their own cum…or anyone else’s for that matter.” He paused thoughtfully for a moment before adding, “But if you wanted…” his voice trailed off without completing the sentence.

“Wanted what?”

“Never mind. I can’t ask that of you.”

Ely was thoroughly confused. “Ask what?”

“I can’t ask you to do something for me that I won’t do for you,” Hawk explained.

“And that is…?” Then he got it. “Oh! You want me to suck you off?”

Hawk was silent. When Ely looked over at him, his fuzzy cheeks were rosy beneath his dark tan. 

“Hawk, I have been wanting your big cock in my mouth since I first saw you! You don’t have to return the favor!”

In answer, Hawk folded his hands behind his head and lay back. Even though he’d just shot a prodigious load, his behemoth was already standing up and it became quite rigid after Ely’s lips encircled it. He proceeded to give the dude the best blowjob of his life, working him to a near frenzy and leaving him completely spent afterward.

It was some minutes before the jock was able to speak and then his voice was ragged. “How did you…?” His voice broke off and he muttered, “No girl has ever–”

“Dude,” Ely said, grinning with pride and still enjoying the sweet-salty taste of Hawk in his mouth, “I’m gay and I’ve spent the last month fantasizing about how I would pleasure your huge cock. Never underestimate the power of a gay guy’s mouth…or creativity.”

“You almost make me wish I was gay,” Hawk admitted, smiling lazily. “I can’t believe how good that felt! Most women can’t even fit me inside their mouths, let alone their–” He looked over and smiled sheepishly, too modest to complete the sentence.

Ely sighed. “Well, I’m glad I could give you something in return for everything you’ve given me. I love you, Hawk. You know that, right?”

He’d said the words before he could stop himself and clapped his mouth shut as soon as he’d uttered them. The silence that followed was so profound he could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

And then Hawk was on top of him, smothering him with his vast, muscular bulk and pressing his lips against his own. When he pulled back, tears were in his eyes. “I know, dude. And I love you, too. More than I thought possible for another guy. I wish…I almost wish…”

His words were lost in the wind as he lowered his lips once again and treated Ely to the softest, sweetest and tenderest kiss.

***

Hawk grew bolder in exploring gay sex after that. There were a couple lines he refused to cross, however. Anal, for instance, was out of the question. He wouldn’t let Ely near his hole and his hands and fingers and lips never went anywhere near Ely’s. Likewise, his lips never touched Ely’s cock. He did, however, enjoy frottage and cuddling and basically every other form of sexual intercourse between men. He loved Ely’s soft, hairless body, especially his big buttocks and saggy moobs and spent hours fondling them. “You’re softer than a woman,” he’d whisper at night when they were together, his mouth resting on Ely’s ear. “And at least as sexy.”

He even liked Ely’s micro cock, admitting one time that it reminded him of a clitoris.

“Thanks, dude,” Ely complained. “Thanks a lot. I’m so glad my dick is so small it feels like a clit to you.”

Hawk was abashed. “I didn’t mean it as an insult! And it doesn’t mean I think any less of you. Cock size is way overrated.”

“Sez the man with the porn star cock,” Ely muttered with folded arms. “You don’t know what it’s like to have a baby dick. It means that I’m still a virgin at age twenty, for one thing.”

Hawk raised an eyebrow at this. “Ely, you are not a virgin. What do you call…uh, whatever it is that you and me are doing?”

“Hawk, this doesn’t count! It’s like…” his voice trailed off for a moment as he searched for the right analogy. “It’s like prison. I’m your prison bitch and you’re my prison daddy. Once we get off this island, you’ll be back to fucking every pussy you can find and I’ll just be fat, ugly, unfuckable Ely.”

Hawk’s lips were on his and his arms were around him before he realized what was happening. When the big jock pulled away, he looked down at him with a serious expression. “Ely, you’re none of those things! Just because you’re not a jock, doesn’t mean you’re fat, ugly or unfuckable. You’re the most beautiful man I know.”

Ely scoughed. “You’re obviously blind.” He cringed after he said it; he’d forgotten that Hawk really was blind or at least legally considered to be so. The hurt in Hawk’s eyes was gone swiftly but it was there long enough for Ely to kick himself. 

“I won’t forget you after we get back,” he promised, holding Ely’s gaze steadily. “I don’t know what we’ll be but we’ll be more than just friends.”

Lowering his head, Ely allowed himself the luxury of burying his face in the big man’s furry chest.

***

Chapter 6

“Whoa! Would ya look at that!” Hawk teased one morning as he jacked Ely’s little cock. “Have you been doing dick-stretching exercises or sumthin’? Yer dick’s bigger!”

“That’s right,” Ely grumbled. “Go ahead and make fun of the guy with the little dick. Everyone does.”

Hawk stopped jacking. “I’m serious, bro! It’s bigger!” He yanked Ely’s shorts down and, using his fingers as an impromptu ruler, held them to his dick and then up to Ely’s face. “See, dude. It’s no lie. Yer dick is this big.”

Ely looked skeptically at the Hawk’s thumb and forefinger spread about two and half inches wide. “That’s impossible–” he started to say and then looked down at his tiny pee pee. It was indeed a couple inches longer than usual. His mouth fell open. “No shit! I actually have a shaft! Fuck, man! I’ve got a shaft!”

Hawk smiled and punched him lightly on the arm., “It’s official. You no longer have a mushroom head for a dick.”

Ely couldn’t stop grinning. “Fuck, that’s amazing! All I need is three more inches and I’ll be average. And here I thought my dick had stopped growing when I was a toddler.”

“Being marooned with me jacking yer dick every day is really paying off,” Hawk bragged, shaking his head. “Of course, I take full responsibility for it. Just being in my presence is enough to make yer junk grow. Even yer nuts are bigger. They’re almost cherry-sized now!”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Ely said, eyeballing his mini testicles critically. “But they do look a little bigger.” He stood on his tiptoes and kissed Hawk on the cheek, saying, “And I agree; it’s all because of you. Just being near you gets me hard. Hint, hint.”

Hawk laughed and resumed jacking him, this time using two fingers instead of just his thumb and forefinger. Ely moaned, eyes rolling back in his head. Was his dick more sensitive now that it was bigger, too?

***

Not only had his dick grown slightly but his energy level was at an all-time high as well. He started waking Hawk up at dawn to go for a run on the beach before breakfast. The big man complained a little at first but eventually admitted he enjoyed the exercise. At first, he would stay close to Ely so he could guide him around obstacles but they soon learned that the beach on the western side of the island was so sandy and wide that Hawk could run without fear of hurting himself. They threw themselves into their runs, chasing each other across the sand until they reached the rocky northern end of the island and then turned back. For the first time in Ely’s life, he could run three miles without having to rest partway.

“Stay right there for a sec,” Hawk instructed one morning after their run. They were bent over with their hands on their knees, panting. Just then, the morning sun broke over the top of the dune, spilling golden light over their sweaty bodies.

Ely looked over questioningly as Hawk padded over and pushed him upright into a standing position. “What’re you–?”

“Shhh, bro. Lemme feel you.” With that, Hawk started running his hands up and down Ely’s body, feeling every muscle and sinew critically. Ely stood there, not wanting him to stop because it felt so good to have his big hands on him. Too soon the big stud was finished, although Ely was glad that he left his hands resting on his hips. “Yep,” Hawk said, nodding to himself. “I’m not imagining it. You’ve lost weight. If you keep on like this, you’ll be leaner than York.”

“That’ll be the day!” Ely snorted, still enjoying the sensation of those giant, calloused hands around his midsection. “York is a god and I’m a mere mortal but I do feel fitter than I can remember.” He flexed an arm, pretending to strike a beefcake pose and Hawk grinned.

“Careful, bro,” he warned. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to restrain myself if you get any buffer.”

“Oh, stop! I know you prefer me soft and voluptuous like a girl.” He paused after he said it, looking down at his noticeably leaner body with concern. If he lost too much weight, Hawk might not be into him anymore…

“Don’t worry, man,” Hawk said, intuiting his thoughts. “I don’t love you because you remind me of a girl. I love you because you’re you.” He pulled Ely against him, pressing his great, slick body against him and filling his nostrils with his potent musk. “There is only one Ely in this world. Besides, yer still as hairless as ever. I’ve never met a dude with skin as flawless and smooth as yers. You don’t even have any mosquito bites!”

Ely moaned when Hawk dropped his hands under the waistband of his shorts and squeezed his buttocks. “Ungh, dude! Are you sure you’re straight? You’re acting gayer all the time!”

Pressing his lips against his neck, Hawk murmured, “I dunno and I don’t really care. I’m happy being like this.”

***

That night, York sauntered up while Ely was prying open the shell of a snapping turtle he’d caught in the marsh. After six weeks on the island, the easy-to-hunt game was getting scarcer and he had to work harder to provide for the boys. He wasn’t worried yet but it was another reason he hoped they were rescued soon. The little island wasn’t big enough to provide long-term food for six hungry guys. And it was well past midsummer. What would happen if…? He shoved the thought aside. They would be rescued soon and that was that!

York’s dangling, uncut member and pendulous, hairy balls distracted him from his thoughts and he looked up to find his twin’s junk hanging at eye level. He raised an eyebrow, commenting drily, “Huh, I didn’t realize it was that cold tonight.”

The gibe landed and York flushed crimson, inadvertently reaching down to tug on his penis before he realized what he was doing and stopped. Even stretched out, though, it did in fact look smaller than Ely remembered, although he couldn’t tell for sure. (He tried not to make a habit of studying his brother’s equipment that closely.)

York must have thought it was smaller, too, because his shoulders fell and he turned and slinked away. Ely smiled to himself. It wasn’t often he succeeded in deflating York’s massive ego. He went back to cooking and forgot about the strange interaction.

Over the next week, he was so focused on foraging that at first he didn’t register the subtle shift in dynamics between York and his friends. One night after dinner, though, he saw that York was sitting slightly apart from the others and had a sullen look on his face. As Ely watched, Najeem snickered and, elbowing Santo, spread his legs wide, letting his big cock and balls flop out and land on the dirt between his beefy legs. This had a curious effect on York who scooted further away before crossing his legs self-consciously.

What’s going on? Ely wondered. He looked over at Hawk, wishing the big dude could see better because he wanted to get his take. Hawk, however, was nodding off beside him, an adorable rope of drool sliding down his fuzzy cheek. He really is just about the hottest guy in the world! Ely thought fondly before catching himself and looking back over at the dudes.

When he turned back, though, York had disappeared and Najeem was sitting with his arms crossed, a smug expression on his face.

What the hell was going on?

***

York stayed apart from his friends after that and Ely barely saw him. He would show up at breakfast and dinner and then promptly disappear. Najeem stepped in and filled the void left by York’s absence and he, Santo and Blake became a tight unit. The two boys did everything that Najeem asked and even took over doing the menial chores around the camp. Ely watched them, shaking his head. He had liked Najeem before but now he was a raging asshole, much like York had been when he was the dominant male. Why did there always have to be a pecking order?

If he hoped that York might have grown nicer now that he was on the outs with his buddies, he was disappointed. His twin remained just as much of a dick as ever and Ely soon regretted his attempts to cajole him into returning to the group.

“Go fuck yerself,” York spat when Ely tracked him down on the beach one morning after breakfast. “Oh, wait, I forgot! Yer dick is so small that you can’t!”

Ely scowled. “Stop it, York! I’m trying to help! Tell me what’s wrong!”

York pulled his knees up to his chin and looked away. “Nuthin’. Now go fuck off.”

“DON’T TALK TO YOUR BROTHER LIKE THAT!!”

Both Ely and York jumped at this and Ely spun around to discover Hawk standing behind him, glowering down at his twin. He hadn’t realized Hawk had followed him! The big man rounded on York, looming over him as he shrank away. Ely had never seen him look so fierce and inadvertently drew back, too, even though he knew that Hawk’s anger wasn’t directed at him.

“I shoulda known yer big, gay daddy wasn’t far away,” York hissed at Ely, managing to (slightly) match Hawk’s vehemence. Turning to Hawk, he challenged, “What? Are ya gonna beat me up just ‘cuz I hurt yer little fucktoy’s feelings?”

“York…” 

The menace in Hawk’s deep baritone was unmistakable and Ely stepped in, pushing him away. “It’s Ok,” he soothed, gently nudging him backwards. “York doesn’t have to talk if he doesn’t want to.” 

He tugged on Hawk’s hand, trying to lead him away. Hawk acted like he wanted to resist but followed in the end, albeit grudgingly. They walked down the beach, hand in hand, not speaking for a long time as Ely waited for Hawk’s temper to cool. Finally, Hawk drew to a halt and turned toward him, an earnest expression on his face.

“I might be blind but I can tell something’s wrong. What’s going on, Ely? Tell me what you’ve seen.”

Ely shrugged. “I dunno. I mean, just that York has been sulking by himself for the last week or so. The others tease him when he’s around, especially Najeem. I don’t know why.”

He was taking a breath to continue when Hawk stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Wait,” he breathed, moving closer to Ely and squinting down at him. “Ely, are you…taller?”

“What?! Of course n–” He fell silent when he realized that he was standing nearly eye to eye with Hawk. The big man was still taller but only by a couple inches. Hadn’t he been nearly a foot taller than Ely at the beginning of the summer?

“You are taller,” Hawk observed, wrapping his arms around Ely’s waist. “You must be close to six foot three now.” He shook his shaggy head, lowering his lips to kiss him. “I like it. I really like it!”

Ely responded instinctively, tugging the big man’s shorts down and liberating his horse cock. Hawk pulled Ely’s shorts down, too, and soon they were pressed hard against each other, their dicks engaged in swordplay. When Hawk lay down on his back and instructed Ely to straddle him with his ass end facing his mouth, though, he hesitated.

“Uh, are you sure about this, dude? You don’t do anal, remember?”

“Just shut the fuck up and sit on my face,” Hawk ordered. “I wanna eat that hot ass!”

Who was Ely to argue? In a second, he’d lowered himself onto the man’s wide torso and leaned forward while sticking his ass backward, aiming for Hawk’s eager mouth. He grunted with ecstasy as his supposedly straight lover crossed the gayest line of all and tossed his salad with gusto. He didn’t just lick Ely’s butthole, he ate it voraciously, chewing and licking and chewing and licking until Ely was rendered nearly unconscious with delirious pleasure.

He kept himself busy jacking Hawk’s giant tool and was so distracted by his bro’s wildly exuberant antics behind him that he didn’t realize until he’d shot his load (spontaneously, in a rare hands-free orgasm) that something was wrong.

Hawk’s big dick wasn’t quite so big anymore.

Huh?

But…

Oh, nevermind. He pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on bringing the big man to head. Only after Hawk had climaxed and shot his hot jizz all over Ely’s pubes and thighs did he allow himself to take a critical look at the stud’s magnificent tool.

It was true; he wasn’t imagining it.

Hawk’s former one-foot wonder was now a ‘mere’ eight inches, maybe less.

How…?

“What’s wrong, bro?”

Ely shook himself, chirping, “Nothing!”

Hawk wasn’t so easily put off. Propping himself up on his elbows, he urged Ely to turn around. Maintaining steady eye contact (or at least trying to, Ely noticed that Hawk’s gaze was fixed a little off center), he coaxed, “I can tell something’s wrong. Didn’t you like that? I thought you–”

“I did!” Ely gushed. “Fuck, do I ever like it when you eat my ass! The only thing better would be if I could do the same to you.”

Hawk blushed the most adorable shade of pink beneath his darkly-tanned skin. “Well, I wasn’t gonna ask, but–”

Ely sealed his mouth with a kiss, cutting him off. They made out for a long time, rolling on top of each other until they were both covered in sand. Finally, when they were both hard again, Hawk stopped him and led him out into the surf where he spent an inordinate amount of time washing himself…down there.

“If you’re gonna, uh, you know,” he explained, flushing bright red, “I wanna make sure I’m not dirty.”

Ely stopped cleaning the sand out of his own butthole and looked over at him. “Hawk, I’m gay and head over heels in love with you. Everything about you is a turn on for me, especially your musky hole. Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to get my tongue inside it?”

“Yer so dirty, bro.”

Ely winked. “That’s why you like me, isn’t it?”

It was, among other reasons.

Ely made Hawk get down on his hands and knees and flare his big butt cheeks wide open for him. The big man complied but was extremely self-conscious doing so. 

“I can’t do it, bro,” he mumbled, face down in the sand, hands pulling back his massive ass cheeks to reveal the forbidden treasure concealed between them. “I can’t stand you seeing me like this. It’s not manly.”

“What is up with straight dudes and their holes?” Ely wondered aloud, shaking his head. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.” 

He paused to savor the glory of the morning sun caressing his lover’s clandestine pucker. Hawk’s giant ass was truly magnificent, equally as glorious as his monster cock. So big, so swollen, so hairy and so achingly virginal. As he watched, Hawk’s hole winked open and Ely’s cock spasmed painfully. This was an event too luscious to pass up, the once in a lifetime deflowering of a straight bro’s hole. And, if Hawk enjoyed this, who knew? Maybe he’d be willing to go the next step? Ely had always thought of himself as a bottom because of his nonexistent dick but, now that it had grown, he was curious. Was there a top lurking somewhere deep inside him?

He lowered himself face down into that furry cleft of paradise and stuck out his tongue, making contact with the musky sweet, tender folds of Hawk’s asshole. It was delicious! And Hawk was a very vocal recipient. His bellows boomed across the beach, echoing off the dune and reverberating out across the lake. In a distant corner of his mind, Ely mused that maybe this was their ticket to being rescued: Any vessel within miles would hear the big man’s ecstatic howling and come investigate the source.

Ely lost himself so much in the deliciousness of the moment that he only belatedly realized something as he jacked himself: His cock was bigger. 

Longer. 

Thicker.

At least six inches.

Whoa, his cock was six inches long! And so fat!

He moaned, pushing his open mouth harder against Hawk’s eager hole while savoring the added bulk and heft of his man meat. His balls swayed between his legs, slapping audibly against his swollen taint. It was as miraculous as it was divine. He had balls for the first time in his life! He finally had a swinging pair of balls!

Not until they had both come to a gushing orgasm did he sit back on his heels and ponder the impossibility of his situation: He was well past puberty and his cock and balls were growing. That just didn’t happen! His doctor had told him over and over that he would have a micro penis for the rest of his life, there was no cure.

Except apparently there was.

But how? And why now that he was nearly twenty one years old?

***

He broached the subject of Hawk’s shrunken member carefully, waiting until the big jock was deep into his post-coital cuddly mood. (One of the best things about the guy was how tender and loving he was after sex.) Nestled on his lap, Ely reached under his buttocks and positioned Hawk’s sleeping (not so) giant against his hole. Hawk laughed and pulsed his dick, making it press against him.

“I think I’m just about ready to do it,” he breathed, nibbling Ely’s ear. “I wanna fuck you.”

Ely moaned, shivering. “You don’t have to. You really don’t. I know it’s not your thing.”

“That’s the weird thing. I think it is now,” Hawk mused. “I can’t stop thinking about yer ass.” He paused and when Ely turned to look back at him, his cheeks were rosy. “And my ass. I kinda was thinking…now that yer dick is bigger, we could…you know, experiment a little.”

The thought of the eminently macho Hawk surrendering his butthole to be impaled on his dick was almost too much for poor Ely and only with herculean effort did he stop himself from throwing the big man down on the sand and jabbing him right then and there. Instead of raping him, though, he took an unsteady breath and tried to calm himself. 

“I would love that,” he managed to choke, “and we should…experiment…sooner rather than later, I think.”

“Why’s that?” In answer, Ely moved the big man’s hand onto his groin. When Hawk’s fingers closed around his now much more sizable cock, his hand spasmed. “Holy shit, that’s big!”

Ely laughed, giddy to hear that adjective used to describe his penis. “I know, right? It just keeps getting bigger, too. I mean, if we wait too long and it keeps growing…well, let’s just say it might not be the best way to break you in.”

Hawk swallowed. “I see. Yeah, I got yer, ahem, point,” he said, squeezing Ely’s cock for emphasis.

Ely smiled before steeling himself. He really wished he didn’t have to say what he was going to say next. “And, um, it might be a good idea to do it sooner for another reason, too.”

“Why’s that?” Hawk’s voice was so light and happy that Ely hated himself for destroying this beautiful moment.

But there’s no time like the present! he thought darkly before plunging ahead. “‘Cuz yer dick is doing the opposite, Hawk. It’s at least five inches shorter than it used to be.”

***

Chapter 7

After receiving the unwelcome news about his shrinking member, Hawk was gone for most of the day and didn’t return until late that night after everyone was asleep. Everyone except Ely, that is. He lay on his back, wide awake, while York snored softly beside him. He was worried sick about the big jock–blind and alone out in the woods–but knew that he wouldn’t find him if he tried. He should know; he’d spent most of the day searching. If Hawk didn’t want to be found, no one, not even ‘Tracker Ely,’ could find him.

When he heard stealthy rustling in the undergrowth, he heaved a sigh of relief. He rolled onto his side and pretended to be sleeping when Hawk entered the tent. His lover’s rich, potent scent permeated the air and Ely’s cock hardened. That man-musk was incredibly sexy!

Hawk paused before lowering himself onto the mat beside Ely. After a few moments, he pulled Ely to him, pushing his crotch against his buttocks. Ely cringed as he did so, not because he didn’t enjoy the physical contact but because he could tell from the way Hawk’s cock filled–or didn’t fill, more accurately–his cleft that the dude’s dick was even smaller than it had been that morning.

“I know you’re awake.”

Ely turned his head and met Hawk’s lips before pulling away to whisper, “I’m sorry, Hawk. I–”

“Shhh. It’s Ok,” Hawk murmured. “I’ve thought a lot about it. I don’t know what’s going on but it’s not yer fault. You didn’t cause this.” He thrust his erect but now only slightly bigger than average-sized dick firmly against Ely’s hole, making him gasp. “Looks like I’m gonna find out what it’s like having a micro dick after all. Maybe this is what happens when you let yerself go gay?”

“Somehow I don’t think–”

“Would you two SHUT UP?!”

It was Najeem, acting the tough guy, although Ely could tell from the tension in York’s body next to him that his brother was ready to yell at them, too. Ely and Hawk meekly fell silent but remained awake, only falling into a restless slumber in the wee hours of the morning.

***

York was wearing a grass skirt the next morning. Ely did a double take when he noticed but somehow schooled his features before York witnessed his incredulity. Najeem wasn’t quite so polite; he snickered loudly and said something pejorative that Ely didn’t catch. York colored but pretended to ignore him.

Acting nonchalant, Ely squatted down to tend the fire and winced at an unfamiliar sensation: His junk was pinched in the crotch of his shorts. Idly, he reached down and readjusted, giving a start when he felt the significant size of his bulge. Shit, his cock and balls had grown even more overnight! For the first time in his life, he knew what it was like to have a package!

He tried not to dwell on it but couldn’t stop from touching himself, grinning each time he felt the outline of his now sizable equipment. He stopped, though, when he realized that York was watching him with a hate-filled expression.

His twin cornered him when he went to the latrine after breakfast.

“What did you do to me and Hawk, Ely?” he demanded, placing his hands on his hips, the ridiculous grass skirt swaying with the movement.

Ely froze. “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything.”

“I heard you talking last night,” York explained. “And Hawk is wrong: You are to blame. You did something to us. You cursed us!”

“York, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ely lied, heart pounding in his chest. “Now, get out of my way. I gotta take a shit.”

York puffed himself up and moved in front of Ely when he tried to sidestep him. Before he could react, his twin had yanked down his shorts. Ely struggled to catch and cover his cock and balls but they were too big and spilled out of his hands, flopping lewdly in the breeze. He cringed, looking up apologetically.

York’s face had gone pale and his eyes were riveted on Ely’s junk. As he stood there with his mouth hanging open, Ely reached down and (with difficulty) stuffed his equipment back into his shorts. If he thought he’d get off that easily, though, he was mistaken.

“You–You–You,” York stammered, trying to collect himself. “You STOLE it! You STOLE my cock!”

“York, listen. I–”

York balled his hands into fists and rounded on him. “Don’t try to gaslight me, bro! I know you had a micro dick and now yer fuckin’ hung like a goddamned stallion! How dare you! HOW FUCKIN’ DARE YOU!”

Ely reached out to put a hand on his brother’s shoulder but York shook it off. “York,” he said evenly. “I don’t know what’s happening but I didn’t steal anything from you, especially not yer dick. We both know that’s not possible!”

“Oh, no?” York challenged, lifting up the hem of his improvised skirt and thrusting his crotch forward. “Then how do you explain THIS?”

Ely tried to resist looking but he couldn’t stop himself. His gaze flicked down to York’s naked crotch and he blanched, taking an inadvertent step backward. When he looked back up and met York’s steely gaze, he was visibly shaken.

His brother’s formerly long, fat, floppy schlong had disappeared and in its place was a tiny baby dick, no more than an inch long. It was so shrunken that at first Ely thought it had disappeared entirely and only upon closer inspection could he discern the faint ghost of it buried deeply in York’s kinky, black pubes.

And that wasn’t all.

When Ely’s eyes moved back to focus on York’s face, he realized something else: He was looking down at his brother. He was now at least an inch taller, probably more. His head reeled as the truth sank in that he’d outstripped his brother in two areas: Cock size and height. And, judging from his newly ripped physique, he was close to overtaking York on a couple other fronts as well: Muscle size and leanness. 

He had to grab onto a nearby tree branch to steady himself. He was so disoriented that he couldn’t think straight. How was this possible? And why was this happening? He’d been the fat, ugly brother for so long that he couldn’t imagine life the other way around. York was the athlete. York was the handsome one. York was the hung stud. York was–

“Don’t think you’ve won,” York spat, standing on his tiptoes in a futile attempt to loom over him. “If you don’t figure out how to change me back…,” his voice trailed off as he lashed out and grabbed Ely’s greatly enhanced junk in a viselike grip and squeezed, “you won’t even have a micro dick when I’m through with you.”

***

His balls ached all morning after York’s assault. He made his way gingerly through the forest, feeling them throb in his constricting shorts. He couldn’t help marveling at the sensation, though. So this is what it’s like, he thought, holding his swollen testicles, This is what it’s like to get kicked in the balls! His balls had always been so tiny that he’d never experienced this kind of trauma before. It hurt but it also kind of made him feel good. He smiled and squared his shoulders. He had balls! He had a pair of fucking bull balls!

His dour mood from the previous day gone, Hawk was unusually flirtatious as they together stalked through the marsh. Ely had a stone at the ready; he’d spotted a pair of wood ducks through the reeds and his mouth was already watering at the thought of roasted duck. Soon, they were hiding within a clump of marsh grass, waiting for the right moment to strike. Hawk was so close behind him that Ely could feel the puffs of his hot breath on his neck. He suppressed a soft moan when Hawk placed his big hands on his shoulders and let them drift down his back to rest on his hips. Then his fingers moved under the waistband of Ely’s shorts and he started caressing his buttocks.

“Hawk, not now,” he breathed, unconsciously arching his back. “I’m hunting!”

“Tonight, Ely,” came the throaty reply that set his blood to boil, “Tonight, yer hole is mine.”

Oh, fuck the ducks! He turned and threw himself against the big jock, pushing him over and landing with a splash in the muddy water. They rolled over each other, kissing and groping and battling together, each one vying to be on top. Hawk won, of course; he always did. Soon, Ely was eating mud as the man bore down on him from behind. Only moments after Hawk’s much-reduced but still sizable cockhead scored his hole, though, he pulled back.

“Tonight,” he promised, standing up and smiling down at him. “I want it to be special.”

***

Hawk couldn’t keep his hands off him as Ely led him by the hand up the dune after dinner. It was a lovely late summer evening, cool but not chilly. The sun was sinking toward the western horizon when they crested the dune. Ely gasped as the sand and grass around them turned pink and amethyst in the radiance of the sunset. Far below, waves rippled across the lake’s surface leaving frothy, rainbow-colored foam in their wake. The broad expanse of water was empty save for a long tanker chugging along a mile or two out, a flock of gulls trailing along behind. Wispy clouds streaked across the sky overhead, carrying the promise of autumn. 

Ely shivered with happiness and delight, looking from the gorgeous tableau to his gorgeous lover. Hawk stood completely naked beside him, his magnificent, muscular body glowing with life and vigor. His cock was already half-hard, nowhere near its former glory but it made up in virility what it lacked in size. He cut an impressive figure.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna do this,” Hawk muttered, catching Ely’s eye and winking mischievously. “In front of my ancestors, no less.”

“Your ancestors…?”

“I’m Odawa, dude,” the jock explained. “Well, a quarter Odawa anyway. I didn’t get this curly hair from the native side of my family.”

Ely blinked. Of course, Hawk was Native American! How could he be so dense? That explained so much about the big man: His comfort outdoors, his vast knowledge of the land and animals, his survival skills. 

“This island,” Hawk continued, spreading his arms to encompass the entirety of the land around them, “is sacred. My ancestors are buried here. And I’m about to defile it by fucking yer tight, little hole.”

His words were serious but his tone was light and Ely knew he didn’t really feel embarrassed about having gay sex in front of his ancestors. He didn’t doubt the big man’s sincerity about the island being sacred, though. After spending more than two months on it, he could feel its sacredness, too. He felt blessed to have lived there even for a brief time.

“Get on my lap.”

Startled out of his reverie, he looked down to find Hawk seated, cross-legged in the sand. As Ely watched, the big man spat in his hand and massaged his saliva onto his dick. When it was good and slathered up, he held out an inviting hand.

Ely needed no further encouragement. He folded himself down onto the jock’s massive thighs, straddling his waist with his legs. He threw back his head when Hawk wrapped his hands around his buttocks and pulled him close. His butt cheeks parted and he gasped as the big man’s cock planted itself against his virgin hole.

“Fuck, yer so big and muscular and smoooooth,” Hawk praised, burying his face between Ely’s mounded pecs and kissing him. Ely arched his back and relaxed, inviting Hawk’s pole to enter him. Hawk hesitated, though, whispering, “I love you, Ely. I love you more than I thought possible.”

Tears rolled down Ely’s cheeks with these words. He looked down at Hawk and smiled, kissing him. 

“This is our bonding,” Hawk continued after their lips parted. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I do,” Ely vowed. “I’m yours, Hawk.”

This time, Hawk’s eyes filled with tears and he blinked, shedding them onto his thick, black beard. “So be it.”

***

They had to improvise because Hawk’s smaller than average-sized cock wasn’t long enough to enter him in their current position with Ely straddling his lap. In the end, Ely sank down on all fours and pulled his cheeks wide, giving Hawk unobstructed access to his hole. Even balls deep, though, Hawk’s little man barely pushed in more than three inches and his skinny shaft didn’t exactly fill Ely up. 

He didn’t care, though. He’d dreamed of having Hawk’s cock inside him and was deliriously happy. Besides, Hawk would have wrecked his hole permanently if he’d fucked him back when he was full size. As it was, he cried tears of joy when Hawk’s hot load coated his chute. The big man collapsed on top of him, wrapping his great arms around Ely’s midsection and laying his cheek on his back. When his cock slipped out with an audible pop, they both laughed.

“It would have been better if we’d done it yesterday,” Hawk murmured. “I’ve lost a couple inches since then.”

“Shhh, you were fantastic. Everything about you is fantastic.”

“Yer such a liar!” Hawk teased before growing serious. “This might be the only time, Ely. I’m gonna be too small to reach yer hole if I keep shrinking at this rate.”

“I don’t care,” Ely replied. “This is more than enough, Hawk. You’re more than enough even if your penis turns into a nub.”

Hawk was silent for a long time, mulling over these words. Finally, he said, “I believe you. When you say it, I believe you.”

***

Hawk became shy when it was his turn to get fucked. It wasn’t that he wasn’t eager, he explained, he was just nervous. With his eyes glued to Ely’s now very significant cock and enormous balls (still swollen from his brother’s assault that morning), he swallowed, admitting, “You’re really big now. My hole hurts just looking at that huge dick.”

“I’m not that big,” Ely said, waggling his wood proudly. It felt so amazing to have a cock big enough to wag! “It’s what, like maybe eight inches?”

“More like ten,” Hawk muttered, swallowing again.

Ely thought for a moment before brightening. “I have an idea. Just stand there.” Hawk did as he was told, glancing anxiously over his shoulder when Ely stalked around behind him. “There. Now widen your stance a little.” Hawk did so and Ely smiled as he watched the jock’s massive ass cheeks part ever so slightly. “That’s perfect!”

Spitting onto his erect cock, he lubed himself up and moved behind Hawk, working his tool between those hairy globes of goodness. Hawk moaned loudly as Ely pressed against his man bud. He could feel his lover forcing himself to relax and there was a single, breathless moment when Ely felt that delicate pucker loosen up just enough to invite him inside. He obliged, wrapping Hawk in his big arms and pulling him in for a bear hug even as his cockhead muscled its way through the jock’s tight sphincter. 

He was in!

With one quick thrust, he took Hawk’s last bastion of heterosexuality.

Roaring with victory, he pulled Hawk backward, lifting his feet off the ground. Holding him in a lockhold across his massive chest, Ely arched his back and leaned backward, smiling at the sight of Hawk flailing in his arms. A lesser man would have a hard time keeping his cock buried to the hilt in that position but Ely’s newly grown member was more than a match for the job. Soon he was fucking that virgin manhole with rampant lust. 

The position was not just acrobatic, it also saved Hawk’s hole from the worst of a big cock’s depradations. They were soon grunting and sweating and bawling like a couple of rutting boars as Ely fucked and fucked and fucked. It was fun having Hawk at his mercy; the big man was on top but he was also completely off the ground and Ely was fully in charge. He’d never dreamed of being able to fuck like when his body was so small and out of shape. Now that he was a big, muscular man, though…

He christened Hawk’s inner sanctum with his hot juices, spewing and spewing and spewing until his cum dribbled out of that very well-used hole. Spent but happy, he lowered him to the ground but didn’t pull out yet.  He kept his man cock firmly buried inside, teasing his lover with playful thrusts. Hawk turned his head and met Ely’s lips, treating him to a long, sweaty kiss. Their bodies were drenched in sweat and covered in sand but they didn’t notice. Both men were too busy savoring their new bond. Something really did feel like it had changed now that they had fucked, something ineffable.

“So, I’m gay now,” Hawk mused as he lay back in the sheltering embrace of Ely’s strong arms. “I’m a gay bottom. I never thought I’d say that!”

Ely kissed his ear. “Who sez yer a bottom? If anything yer verse. You fucked me, too, remember?”

“I know,” Hawk replied, smiling. “But that was a one and done. I’m never gonna be able to do that again. My dick’s already shrunk even more.” He paused thoughtfully before continuing, “It’s Ok, though. I’m fine with it ‘cuz you taught me something important tonight.”

Ely waited silently, heart beating proudly at these words.

When Hawk spoke again, his husky voice was pitched low with reverence. “You taught me how much I love a big cock up my ass. I always thought it would hurt and be, you know, kinda gross. But I liked it. I really fuckin’ liked it!”

“I always knew you were wasted on women,” Ely murmured, licking the nape of Hawk’s neck and eliciting a shiver of desire. “I’m glad that you finally agree.”

***

Chapter 8

From that day forward, they didn’t try to hide their affection from the other guys. They were always together, always touching each other, always laughing, always fucking (when they were alone, of course.) It was a period of unparalleled joy for Ely and he savored every moment of it. Their love grew deeper and stronger even as Ely’s cock and balls grew ever bigger and Hawk’s shrank down to nothing. Soon, Ely’s cock had topped twelve inches flaccid and his balls were bigger than a pair of avocados. Meanwhile, his beautiful lover’s package was so diminished it looked like he had a pussy between his legs; his balls and dick had disappeared in the forest of his pubes. Only with a lot of work was Ely’s tongue able to find the three tiny bumps that remained. He almost wished he had a pair of clippers so he could shave off Hawk’s thick bush and make his work easier.

Ely found Hawk even more attractive without a dick, although he was careful not to say so. The big guy took the loss of his manhood like a…well, like a man, but it wasn’t without its cost to his pride. He kept his game face on and joked about having to squat down and piddle like a girl while Ely stood with his feet wide apart and let out a gusher of urine from his long hose. But the pain and envy was clearly written on his face when Ely happened to catch him staring at his massive dick.

When pressed, he finally revealed one evening that he was counting on his body going back to normal once they left the island. “I want my dick back, dude,” he said wistfully before quickly adding, “Not that I’m not happy for you. I hope yer beast stays huge when we leave.”

.

So, Ely thought, both Hawk and York think it’s a curse. But how could that be? When he contemplated it, though, he realized that he couldn’t rule it out as a possibility. (Maybe it’s something in the water?) The question was, if it really was just temporary, was Ely ready to accept that his body might revert back to its former state once they returned to the mainland?

He didn’t have long to worry about this possibility because he soon encountered a more pressing problem: One morning after bathing, he discovered he couldn’t squeeze back into his shorts. There just wasn’t any way to stuff his huge package in there! He shook his head in consternation, aware of the mixed feelings he had about his junk. On the one hand, he loved having a big dick but, on the other, there were practical considerations. He hadn’t realized just how big it had gotten until that moment. Apparently, his penis wasn’t content to be merely big, it was intent on growing to truly gargantuan proportions. What was he going to do if it kept growing?

As always, Hawk came to the rescue.

“Here, this is for you.”

Ely looked up to find his lover was holding something out to him. Curious, he accepted the little wad of fur. It looked like the pelt of an animal.

“I sewed it for you out of those rabbit skins I tanned,” Hawk explained.

“Really?” Ely unfurled the soft wad of tanned skins in his hands, blushing when he realized they had been fashioned into a jockstrap with a very large pouch.

“Go on, put it on!” Hawk urged, taking Ely’s too-small shorts and tossing them aside.

“Hawk, I can’t wear this! It’s not decent! The guys’ll–”

“Oh, fuck them! Who the fuck cares what they think?” Hawk put his hands on his hips and squared his shoulders defiantly. “Now stop whining and put it on!”

Ely did as he was told and soon was standing there looking down at the furry pouch straining to contain his prodigious bulge. The straps dug into his butt cheeks but they did the job. He bounced up and down on his feet, sighing with relief when his meat stayed contained in its new locker.

“Fuck, that’s amazing!” he breathed, unable to stop smiling. “But I feel like a total freak. I mean, look at me! I look like I’ve got a horsecock stuffed in there!”

“You kinda do,” Hawk conceded, kneeling to get a closer look. (His eyesight was so bad he had to get within a couple inches to see anything with any clarity.) His expression turned impish a moment later when he turned and looked up at Ely, saying, “I think you need to show your appreciation for my handiwork by giving me a ride on your pet stallion.”

And that’s what he did.

***

His new jockstrap, or rather the monster-sized bulge contained within it, caused quite a stir when they returned to camp. York and Najeem stormed off as soon as Ely sauntered up and Santo and Blake couldn’t keep their eyes off of him. Every time he looked, he caught them staring. 

No one said a word, though. It was as if there was an unspoken agreement not to mention Ely’s changes out loud. And, honestly, Ely was fine with that. Hawk was right; who cared what York and the other boys thought? What mattered with that Ely was comfortable in his new jock. Fuck ‘em if they couldn’t stand the fact he was so big!

Najeem and York didn’t return until after dinner, this time clad in matching grass skirts. They pretended to ignore him but he could feel their eyes on his package when they thought he wasn’t looking. He shrugged, well past the point of trying to figure out what was going on inside their minds. The dynamics of the friends had shifted again in the past week with Najeem toppling out of his position as alpha. Santo had picked up his mantle, although he lacked Najeem’s cocky arrogance. A few weeks ago, Ely would have drooled at the sight of Santo strutting around the campsite, proudly displaying his big cock and balls…but now that he was so hung, the other boy’s sizable equipment didn’t seem quite as impressive. Big cock problems, he thought with a snort, and went back to preparing dinner.

Not until after they’d finished eating did he start to wonder about Najeem and his grass skirt. Was he wearing it out of modesty like York? Did that mean his cock and balls were shrinking, too? Was that why he was no longer the alpha? Did guys really equate the penis size with your position in the social hierarchy? He snickered at the thought. Straight guys were so dumb!

He sobered again after a quick glance at Najeem. He and York were glowering at him across the fire. Ely kicked himself. He’d been so blissfully happy, basking in the warmth of his relationship, that he’d willfully resisted thinking about the strange affliction affecting Hawk, York and now apparently Najeem. Was it some sort of disease? One that started by shrinking Hawk and York’s dicks before gradually infecting the others? Was Santo next? And, if it was a disease, why was his own package growing while everyone else’s shrank?

It didn’t make sense.

The atmosphere around the fire was so tense and toxic, though, that he didn’t linger to sort it out. Taking Hawk by the hand, he led him down to the beach where they sat (and fucked) while watching the stars come out and enjoying the cool breeze blowing off the water.

It was a bittersweet moment, though. Hawk’s butthole had been a champ up to that point, stretching to accommodate Ely’s giant cock, but that night he reached his limit.

“I don’t think I can do it without proper lube, man,” Hawk grunted, grinding his butthole down onto Ely’s bulbous cockhead to no avail. “I’m sorry! You don’t know how badly I want you inside me!”

Ely grimaced. “No, don’t apologize. I’m sorry I’m so freakishly huge! All my life I’ve dreamed about having a huge dick. I never expected that it was possible to have too much of a good thing.” He paused, arching his back when Hawk reached down and used both hands to massage his girthstick. “Ah, fuck, Hawk! How much bigger will it get? I’ll never be able to hide it. I’m gonna be a huge freak for the rest of my life!”

Hawk stopped massaging long enough to gasp, “Don’t worry, bro! It’s just a weird pituitary disorder or something. The doctors’ll fix us when we get back to the civilization.”

“I hope so,” Ely muttered. “I never thought I’d say it but I wish my dick was smaller!”

***

That night, first Hawk and then York fell ill. And, when Ely was worrying over them, Najeem started complaining of a fever.

“What’s wrong?” Ely asked, holding his hand to Hawk’s forehead and flinching when he realized he was burning up. “Is it something you ate? Did I accidentally poison you?”

Hawk shook his head weakly. His curly hair was drenched with sweat and hung lankly over his face. “No, it’s not my stomach. It’s something…else…something I’ve never felt before.”

Next to him, York agreed. “Yeah, it’s bad whatever it is but I can’t describe what’s going on.”

Concerned, Ely turned to his brother. York’s eyes were shining bright with fever but he smiled when Ely looked down at him.

“Hold me, bro,” he entreated, reaching out to take Ely’s hand. “It’ll make me feel better.”

Soon, Hawk had taken his other hand and he was left with no other choice but to lie between the sweating men and hope for the best. Sometime after midnight, he roused himself to help both of them to the latrine and they met Najeem limping toward them on the way back. Ely got Hawk and York situated before returning to assist him. It was disarming how Najeem laid his head against Ely’s chest as he helped him back into the tent.

“I haven’t tole ya before but I really appreciate you, man,” he murmured when Ely guided him down onto the mat. “Yer the best. We never woulda made it out here without ya.”

“Thanks,” Ely said, touched. “That’s really nice of you to say. I only hope I can get you through this, too! I couldn’t live with myself if…” His voice trailed off and he didn’t complete the sentence. Najeem smiled and took his hand, kissing his fingers. In a few moments, he had drifted off into a restless sleep.

***

By morning, everyone but Ely was sick. He was beside himself with worry, convinced that he was somehow responsible. He spent the morning tending to them as best as he could, giving them water and sponging their foreheads. By midmorning, they showed no sign of improvement but at least their conditions had stabilized. No one was hungry so he only had to forage for his own meals but he was so preoccupied with worry that he couldn’t think about eating.

The upside was everyone suddenly adored him. He was used to Hawk being effusive but he’d never experienced anything close to it from York, much less his buddies. In a strange quirk of fate, their macho attitudes disappeared with the onset of the sickness and they became the sweetest patients he could ask for. It was actually pleasant looking after them.

Why can’t they be like this when they’re well? he wondered, shaking his head.

That night, their fevers finally broke but with this respite came agony. They lay there, writhing in pain while Ely fretted over them, wringing his hands. He quickly ran out of the last of the painkillers from the first aid kit and there was nothing else he could do for them. It broke his heart to hear their pitiful crying and be unable to help. He sat cross legged in the tent, holding his head in his hands, and tried to stifle the tears that threatened to overwhelm him.

The pain seemed to be radiating from their pelvic regions because they all had their hands clasped over their crotches. No one would let him get close to investigate the source of their discomfort, though. When he tried to pry Hawk’s hands apart, his lover punched him in the face. He staggered back, holding his jaw in shock, and Hawk went back to holding his crotch and mewling like a tortured kitten.

What the fuck?

It was the longest and worst night of Ely’s life and he barely slept at all. When he awoke at dawn the next morning, though, he was relieved to see all five of the guys were sleeping peacefully. He reached out and felt Hawk’s forehead, sighing with relief when he didn’t detect a hint of fever. The big jock even cuddled up next to him, a contented smile on his face. Ely kissed him and fell back asleep.

Hawk woke him up an hour or so later. “Yo, dude! Can you help me down to the water so I can wash up? I’m super stinky!” When Ely turned to kiss him, though, he gave a start of surprise. He squinted, leaning in closer, and exclaimed, “Whoa! Did I give you that black eye?”

Ely nodded, touching his sore jaw. “You clocked me good last night when I tried to find out what was wrong with you.”

“Heh. Sorry ‘bout that, man! I guess I musta been delirious or sumthin’!”

“It’s Ok,” Ely said, staggering to his feet with difficulty and stretching out a hand to Hawk. “I’ll forgive you as long as you promise never to do it again.”

“Deal,” Hawk pronounced, shaking his hand as he grasped it. “And, seriously, bro, I’m s–”

His voice cut off and Ely looked down to find Hawk’s eyes locked onto the pouch of his jockstrap. He followed his lover’s gaze and blinked, unable to believe what he was seeing. The rabbit skins were so distended from the effort to contain his humongous cock and balls that the pouch was on the verge of exploding. What the…? When did that happen? His eyes went round with shock even as he felt his knees buckle from the sheer weight of his greatly inflated appendage. He had no idea how big his dick was now but it was clearly well beyond anything that should be attached to a human.

“F-F-Fuck,” he stammered, blanching when he felt the ponderous mass sway heavily from side to side between his legs. “What the fuck happened to me?”

Hawk was at his side. Taking Ely firmly by the hand, he led him out of the tent and down to the beach. He had to stoop down and help him carry his massive man meat the last few yards because Ely was worn out. In reality, he was more worn out from the shock of finding himself ‘blessed’ with a ginormous cock than from the effort of carrying it. Over the next few days, he figured out how to manage its new size and weight but he worried that his brief stint as a runner might be over for good. There was a reason a man’s equipment only grew so large!

“Can I?” Dazedly, Ely looked down to find Hawk’s hands on the waistband of his jockstrap. “Can I look at it?” He nodded and Hawk carefully pulled the jockstrap downward. Ely cried out in alarm when he felt his mutant cock and balls flop free. He closed his eyes, refusing to open them until Hawk ordered him to do so. “It’s fine, bro. You’re not that huge. You’re just super hung is all.”

Ely’s mouth fell open. Hawk was clearly trying to make him feel better because his cock more closely resembled a stubby elephant trunk than a penis. His heavy nuts hung down to his knees, nearly the size of melons.

“I-I-I look…disgusting!” he exclaimed, feeling like he was going to be sick. He turned away from his hideous appendage, unable to stand looking at it. “I’m a FREAK!”

“Oh, I dunno,” Hawk quipped, clearly deriving evil glee out of Ely’s predicament, “it kinda makes me wish I could ride it. Can you imagine how awesome that would feel?” When he reached out and patted his giant member fondly, Ely twisted away from him…only to howl in pain as his ridiculous equipment listed violently to the side.

Hawk was unmoved by his pain and instead kept poking at him. “How big d’ya ‘spose it gets? Let’s find out!”

“HAWK, STOP!”

His lover paused and looked up at him, grinning with mock innocence. When Ely glared at him, he shrugged his broad shoulders, saying, “Well, it serves you right, fucker. If I’ve gotta face life without any dick whatsoever, it’s only fair that you should suffer with this oversized appendage between yer legs.”

He finally softened, though, at Ely’s sob of despair. He straightened and hugged Ely to him, kissing his ear. “It’ll be Ok, bud. You got me here by yer side, right? We’ll get through this together. Besides, I’d trade places with you in a second. I’d fucking love it if I had a dick that big!”

“It’s useless,” Ely cried, unconsoled. “I’m useless! I’m fucking useless!”

“Oh, stop being a drama queen,” Hawk cajoled. “Yer dick is big and beautiful. If that’s the worst thing that happens to you, you’ve got it made. Now help me clean up, Ok? I’m tired of stinking like a dead dog.”

He held out his arms, inviting Ely to peel off his filthy yellow shorts. Ely sniffled, feeling sorry for himself for a moment before complying. He knelt, clenching his jaw when his balls bounced on the ground beneath him, and tugged off the tattered garment. He only got it halfway down before he stopped, though.

“Go on! Take ‘em off!” Hawk urged, still merry as ever. “I’ll let you suck on my man nub after I clean up.”

Ely’s face had gone pale. “Hawk, wait. There’s something wr–”

Before he could finish, Hawk sighed heavily and pushed his hands away, shucking his shorts in one quick motion. He kicked them off to the side and stood naked and proud before Ely. “Ahhh, it feels so good to get some air down there! I wasn’t feeling quite fresh.”

Ely didn’t reply. He was too stunned by what he was seeing. He tried to look away from Hawk’s hairy crotch but a certain prurient fascination kept his gaze firmly locked on its target.

Its moist, squishy target.

When he remained silent, Hawk looked down at him questioningly. “Ely? Yo, Ely? What’s wrong? I understand if you’re rendered speechless by my magnificence but…”

Ely swallowed, unable to decide if he was horrified or turned on by what he was seeing. The sight was so surprising, so unexpected and so unbelievable, though, that he had trouble making his mouth work. Finally, he forced himself to choke out, “H-H-Hawk, you gotta…I mean, it’ll be fine. Just take a deep breath and don’t freak out, Ok?”

Hawk laughed. “Why would I freak out, bro? I’m hot and I know it. Even with a tiny bump for a dick, I’m still a fuckin’ stud!”

Ely nodded. “Uh, yeah, that’s all true…except for the tiny bump part.”

“Jesus, Ely!” Hawk huffed in annoyance, “Would ya quit fuckin’ around and tell me–”

Ely forestalled him by reaching out and gently inserting a finger between his hairy thighs. Grimacing with aroused alarm, he braced as the soft, moist folds of skin (that shouldn’t be there) closed around his digit. He wiggled his finger, eliciting an instantaneous, electrified yowl of confused delight from Hawk.

The big jock threw back his head and his ecstatic yodel echoed across the water. It was some moments before he collected himself long enough to look down at Ely. His eyes were wide and his face was flushed as he begged, “What is that, Ely? What did you just do to me? And how…?”

“Feel for yerself.” Ely removed his finger–now dripping with juices–and guided Hawk’s hand downward. When it was in position, he grasped Hawk’s index finger and gently pushed it upward into the furry muff that had miraculously appeared between his hairy thighs. “Meet yer new man cunt.”

***

Chapter 9

The stages of acceptance were almost textbook and Ely was there to help Hawk through all of them. He stayed by his side from the initial outburst of shock and horror and disbelief. This was quickly followed by rage, blame, denial, fear, humiliation, and finally despair. After lots of yelling, many tears and long stretches of tense silence, acceptance finally emerged like the soft light of a new dawn.

“I’m hungry,” Hawk muttered, lifting his shaggy head from his hands. He was sitting cross legged in the sand, holding his knees protectively against his chest.

Ely moved a stray curl away from Hawk’s eyes before leaning over to kiss him. He took it as a good sign when Hawk didn’t pull away. “Let’s wash up and go back to the camp,” he suggested after his lips left Hawk’s. “I’m not sure how I’ll hunt with this monstrosity between my legs but I’ll do my best.”

Hawk pushed himself to his feet and held out his big hand. “Don’t worry, bro. I’ll fix yer jock. I have some extra skins I can sew into it. You’ll be fine.”

Ely allowed the big guy to heave him to his feet and stood there, his massive package listing back and forth. The sheer weight of his big balls was enough to make him wince in pain. How would he even walk like this?

He was so preoccupied with his inflated package that it took him a while to notice that Hawk was hiding from him. Dutiful as ever, his lover helped him along the trail, picking up his balls when he needed to rest, but he always kept his body turned to the side. He doesn’t want me to see his pussy, Ely thought sadly. He’s ashamed. He sighed, feelings of guilt returning. Did I cause this? he wondered for the millionth time.

They returned to the camp to find the other boys sitting around the smoldering fire, looking sickly and pale. They were all wearing grass skirts now but Ely refrained from commenting. He could already guess by their sullen demeanors that their junk had met the same fate as Hawk’s. York clenched his jaw, eyes shooting daggers at Ely’s giant cock, but he didn’t say anything. Hawk paced away to the tent, leaving Ely there by himself, awkward and self-conscious.

He tried to ignore the oppressive atmosphere and focus on getting the fire going again. Squatting down, he sighed with relief as his melons flopped ponderously onto the ground. They were so heavy! He abruptly turned his back to the others, though, when he realized that four pairs of eyes were watching him with a toxic mixture of hatred and envy.

When Hawk emerged from the tent, holding the newly-enlarged jockstrap, he smiled and pushed himself to his feet, groaning in pain as his balls tried their best to trip him. He stepped into the supportive garment, raising his head and exhaling loudly as the enhanced pouch cupped his manhood. It looked ridiculously obscene but it held him, somehow managing to lift his equipment far enough to keep it mostly out of the way when he walked. He still had to take frequent breaks but at least he could get around. 

Hunting was hampered by what was essentially a giant tumor hanging from his crotch but he still managed to catch some fish in the marsh. He returned to the camp and made a late breakfast, sitting off the side while everyone else ate in silence. When even Hawk stayed away from him, Ely got up and left. He couldn’t take any more of this!

He headed away from the camp, not having any destination in mind other than putting distance between himself and the ignominiously pussified guys. The sun disappeared as the sky turned cloudy and he had to walk fast to stay warm. He really wanted to run but knew that was impossible in his current condition. Would he ever be able to run again? He pushed the thought away and tried not to feel sorry for himself. This proved to be difficult because he was reminded of his predicament with each step. He felt like such a freak! 

And he was so alone. 

He sniffled, wiping tears out of his eyes. Life had been so different just a week ago. If only their bodies had stopped changing then, he would have been so happy! Back then, he’d had a footlong dong and man-sized pair of balls along with muscles and height that wouldn’t quit…Fuck! He’d had it made! Even more importantly, back then Hawk still had a cock and balls, sizable ones at that. Sure, they’d shrunk some but he’d still been bigger than average. They could’ve made it work. They could’ve been happy together.

Now, though?

Now he was just a huge, ugly freak.

And Hawk had a pussy.

Fuck!

Everything was a mess.

Even if they were rescued now, was it too late? Could they ever go back to normal? And what would normal look like?

He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn’t realize he had walked into the middle of the spirit houses until he nearly stepped on one. He froze, looking around in surprise. The cemetery was bigger than he’d realized, the houses scattered throughout the woods in all directions. The trees overhead, a mixture of beech, maple and hemlock, were silent, their leaves and needles a variegated emerald canopy. His bare feet melted into the forest floor. Ferns brushed his ankles. He inhaled, feeling both a sense of calm and melancholy. Somewhere in the distance, he heard a rumble of thunder.

It was like he’d stepped out of time. 

A movement to the right caught his eye and he turned to find a small mirror hanging from a tree limb. He looked around and discovered the branches of the tree were festooned with shiny baubles swaying among the branches. He shivered. Why was the tree adorned like this? It was both beautiful and a little spooky.

Curious, he paced over and took the fragment of mirror in his fingers. He turned it toward himself and froze, blinking at the face reflected on its surface. Whoa, shit! Was that really what he looked like? His hand went to his face and he jerked in surprise.

He had a beard!

He had a thick, red beard!

When did that happen? He’d never been able to grow more than a few, colorless hairs on his chin.

The man staring back at him looked so different that he almost didn’t recognize himself. He watched his blue eyes go round with shock when he realized he was actually handsome. For the first time in his life, he was handsome! He smiled, amazed at how rugged and grown up he appeared. He looked a lot like York, only much paler. His nose was dusted with freckles and his lips were sensuous. His blond hair was curly and thick, touched with the sun but reddish at the roots.

He let the mirror fall from his grasp and examined his body, seeing it as if for the first time. His chest was robust and thick, his pecs wide and square and covered with auburn hair that spread downward toward his waist. His love handles and muffin top had disappeared and now abs rippled down his belly, drawing in tight around his hips. Holding his breath, he looked behind him and saw that he now possessed a big and blocky ass that wasn’t flabby in the slightest. 

I have a man ass!

Fuck, I have a man ass!

And thighs, too!

He grew giddy as he took in his radical changes but this excitement dimmed as he contemplated his reaction.

Does this mean I’m shallow? he wondered. Why do I feel better about myself now that I’m a big, burly man? Have I bought into the same myth that every other gay guy seems to believe: That to be butch is to be somehow better?

He’d spent so many years hating himself for being effeminate, fat, ugly and short-dicked. Now that he wasn’t any of those things, he almost wished he had his old body back. He felt like a fraud. He wasn’t a stud! He wasn’t macho! And he certainly wasn’t butch. Outside, he might look different but inside he was still the same as ever.

Worse, he’d messed up the lives of everyone else on the island. He bitterly regretted what had happened to Hawk and realized he’d give up everything–even his relationship with the sexy man–if it meant that Hawk could go back to being the way he was. The same was true for York, Najeem, Santo and Blake. The four jocks didn’t deserve their cruel fate. (Well, Ok, maybe York did but the others had done nothing wrong.) Elly had never asked to be made into a super stud, especially not if it cost the others their masculine pride.

He sank to his knees and prayed to Hawk’s ancestors, pleading for their help. Please, he begged, I want to go back. I want to be normal. But more than that, I want Hawk to be happy. I would give anything to make him happy again.

Nothing.

He heard nothing.

The wind caressed the leaves over his head but made no promises. It was just the wind and he was just as alone as before. He snorted to himself. Who did he think he was? These weren’t his ancestors! Why would they listen to him? He didn’t deserve their help. He didn’t deserve anything. He was just a big loser. A bigger loser now than before.

Despairing, he staggered to his feet and picked his way carefully out of the cemetery, mindful that he was trespassing on sacred ground. Yeah, that’s right. He was an interloper. Nothing but an interloper. He didn’t belong there any more than he belonged in this hairy, muscular, hung body.

There was a trail leading north out of the forest. He followed it until the trees thinned and he entered a rocky clearing near the beach. Ahead, he spotted a rickety dock that he’d never seen before, probably because the shore here on the northern end of the island was rocky and difficult to navigate with bare feet. When he and Hawk used to run in the mornings, they had always turned back well before they reached this place.

This must be where they dock their boats when they come to visit the cemetery, he thought. 

He walked out onto the rough, wooden slabs of the dock and gazed off into the distance. To the northwest, giant thunderheads filled the sky, flat on top and glimmering with the electric threads of lightning. The rays of the afternoon sun limned them with gold. Below, the strong wind whipped the waves into a froth. The water was slate grey, merging with the clouds on the horizon. He shivered, knowing he should return but not wanting to go back to the campsite yet.

His package was aching in the confines of the rabbit skin jockstrap. On impulse, he pushed the straps down his thighs and kicked the jock aside. Settling gingerly down onto the slabs of the dock, he let his massive organ flop into the water, bracing with the sudden cold. He decided he liked it, though; his mutant junk was partially buoyant, giving him a brief reprieve from gravity. And the cold water tightened everything up, making it seem somewhat less freakishly huge. If he looked at it from a certain angle, it almost looked manageable. Almost.

He leaned back on his hands, savoring the way the waves buffeted his balls side to side. The sun emerged briefly from behind the clouds, flooding him with sudden warmth. He smiled, still lonely but feeling less sorry for himself. He had no idea what was going to happen but somehow, sitting there in the middle of Lake Michigan, he didn’t care. No one could see him, no one could judge him. He was just Ely.

Just Ely.

“Hey, Stud.”

He jumped at the sound of Hawk’s voice and twisted around to find the huge guy towering over him. His lover was completely naked, not a shred of clothing on his body to conceal what had become of his once proud manhood.

“Hawk!” he exclaimed. “How did you find me? You can’t–”

“I can’t see,” Hawk finished for him, “but I can still smell. All I had to do was follow my nose. How long has it been since you bathed, bro?” When Ely scowled at this and he softened, “Seriously, though, I’ve been following you since you left the campsite. You were so oblivious that you didn’t even notice me.” He knelt and, much to Ely’s delight, settled behind him on the dock, stretching out his legs until Ely was nestled between his big thighs. “Uff, yer so much wider,” he complained, wrapping his arms around Ely’s chest and hugging him tightly, “I can barely hold you anymore.”

“Yeah, I’m a big boy now,” Ely murmured, savoring the warmth of his lover’s body. He tried not to pay attention to what was missing; the familiar tumescence of Hawk’s big cock wedged into the cleft of his buttocks. “Bigger than I should be in so many ways.” 

Hawk kissed his neck and lay back, pulling Ely with him. Soon, Ely was lying on top of him, enjoying the weight of Hawk’s massive arms over his chest and listening to the rhythmic thudding of his heart. They lay like that for a long time, saying nothing and listening to the thunder of the approaching storm.

.

After a while, Ely started to say, “Hawk, I’m sorry–” but the big man interrupted him. “Ely, I have to know something.”

Ely braced, thinking, Here it comes! He managed to keep his tone light, though, when he asked, “Yeah, what’s that?”

“I’ve thought about it and I could live like this.”

“Really?”

Beneath him, Hawk nodded. “It’s not my first choice. I’d rather have a cock again but a pussy isn’t so bad.” He laughed, continuing, “I mean, I love pussy! I’ve spent my whole adult life chasing it, after all.”

Ely remained silent. What could he say?

After a while Hawk continued, “There is one thing that scares me, though.”

“What is that?” Ely asked before adding flippantly, “Having a period?”

He’d meant it in jest but Hawk paused, startled. “Fuck! I hadn’t even thought about that! Do you think that–? No, scratch that. I don’t wanna know.”

Ely lay there, feeling his lover’s body tense beneath him. He knew that, despite what he said, Hawk was indeed thinking about all of the ramifications of having a pussy. (If he had a pussy, did that also mean he had the uterus and ovaries to go with it?) Some minutes passed before he took a deep breath and plunged ahead, “Ely, do you still find me attractive with a cunt? I mean, yer gay and I know gay guys don’t like–”

Ely stopped him by turning his head and kissing him on the lips. The kiss caught Hawk off guard but he soon responded, rolling Ely over on top of him until they were face to face. (He had to spread his legs wide to accommodate the sheer massiveness of Ely’s equipment.) He took Ely’s face in his great, calloused hands and returned the kiss with vigor. 

It was a sweet coming together but also somewhat rough with Hawk’s tongue fighting for control in Ely’s mouth. It was almost like he was trying to make up for the lack of a penis by penetrating Ely in the only way he still could. Far from being put off by this show of force, though, Ely loved it and let the big jock dominate him. He felt so protected wrapped in those big arms while having that hot, wet tongue grind him into submission. 

Hawk was in charge. 

Just like Ely wanted him to be.

When Hawk finally pulled away, Ely laughed, asking, “You wanted to know if I’m still attracted to you now that you have a cunt?”

Hawk nodded, suddenly shy.

“Does this answer your question?”

He took the jock’s hands and moved them down to his giant erection wedged uncomfortably between their outspread legs.

Hawk jumped beneath him. “Holy fuck! That’s huge!”

He quickly overcame his shock and pushed Ely up until there was enough space between them to liberate his mutant erection. It sprang upward, slapping Ely across the chest. Hawk smiled, pulling him back down, that freaky cock hard and pulsing between their bellies. Ely moaned as his foreskin retracted and his giant but very sensitive glans was exposed. In seconds, his cock had grown even longer and fatter than he thought possible, so long that it pushed upward to sandwich itself between their pecs, thrusting nearly to their chins.

They writhed together, the friction of their furry chests on Ely’s cock driving him wild. It wasn’t long before he was ready to shoot. Just as he was about to cum, though, Hawk shoved him off and jumped up, shouting, “Fuck! Oh, fuck! I lost it!”

Confused and aching for release, Ely stared up at him, demanding, “Lost what? What did you lose?”

Hawk was squinting, casting about frantically. Soon, he dropped down onto his hands and knees and, putting his face down so close to the boards of the dock that it was almost touching, he asked, “Where is it? Where did it go?”

Ely sighed in frustration. He’d been so close to cumming! What could Hawk have possibly lost out here? He was completely naked! When his lover continued to hunt, face down, on the dock for whatever it was, Ely finally gave in and offered to help.

Crouching with his balls under him like he was sitting on a child’s bouncy ball, he waited for his erection to subside. When it finally sagged down like a limp tube steak on the dock, he said, “Lemme help you, Hawk. I can see better than you. What did you lose?”

Hawk was still down on all fours, his back to Ely. He stopped searching at the sound of Ely’s voice, though. Rather than answering the question, though, he remained mute.

“Hawk!” Ely insisted. “Tell me! What are you looking for?”

In answer, the jock arched his back and stuck his ass up in the air. Perplexed, Ely took in the sight of his lover’s hairy, muscular butt and bulging thighs. Hawk’s legs were clamped together but as Ely watched, he coyly looked over his shoulder and very slowly spread his knees wider, flaring his buttocks until Ely was treated to the sight of his (well used) hole and…

Holy shit!

Ely swallowed, suddenly breathless.

Hawk was showing off his pussy!

Ely’s vision zeroed onto that bizarre and impossible sight. His pulse began pounding in his ears as Hawk opened his thighs wider and, very slowly, those moist, pink lips parted. Ely was unaware but Hawk’s expression became impish, coquettish and oh, so seductive. His grin widened almost as much as his thighs as he took in Ely’s lustful, delirious stare…and Ely’s giant cock that was now throbbingly erect and defying gravity as it pointed like a bird dog at that dripping cunt. 

This positive reaction to his new pussy emboldened him and he pushed his ass backward, flaring his cunt lips, all but begging Ely to enter him.

Ely was more than ready to! He fell forward, driven mad with desire at the sight of his lover’s transformation, and fell onto his knees, peeling back his foreskin and slicking up his dick with mouthfuls of spit. He somehow managed to rein himself in, though, when a thought occurred to him.

“Wait, Hawk!” he panted, cock aching to bury itself inside a real vagina for the first time in his life. “What if I get you pregnant? Are you ready to have kids with me?”

The answer was immediate and emphatic. “I don’t fucking care if I give birth to fucking TRIPLETS, I want that big cock inside me NOW!”

Ely started to comply, thrusting his dripping monster forward until it was mere inches away from those tantalizingly moist lips. He stopped at the last second, though. “But, Hawk, what if I’m too big? I don’t wanna–”

“WOULD YOU JUST FUCK ME ALREADY????!!!!”

Throwing his qualms aside, Ely let his hormones take charge and he threw himself with gusto into fucking that gaping man pussy. While it was true that his behemoth was overwhelmingly large, Hawk was determined and they soon discovered that his cunt had one benefit over his butthole: Natural lubrication. With a lot of tenacity and some creative positioning, Ely managed to finally slide his monster inside that hot, wet paradise. Incredibly, he could almost bury himself to the hilt before he slammed against the muscular wall of what he assumed was Hawk’s uterus. (Honestly, though, he really didn’t have a clue what his dick was slamming into, not having made a habit of studying female anatomy.) The very act of slamming, they soon discovered, was incredibly pleasurable for both and soon they were howling at the top of their lungs as Ely permanently stretched out Hawk’s pussy, wrecking him for lesser cocks. Not that it mattered, though. Hawk’s cunt would always be Ely’s private domain, one that no other man would dare trespass in.

When he finally came to a volcanic climax, his jizz filling every nook and cranny of Hawk’s cervix, their bond was sealed, even tighter than before. Hawk belonged to him and he belonged to Hawk.

It was just how they were meant to be.

***

He lost track of how many times he fucked Hawk’s pussy. Let’s just say it was very loose and sloppy before they finally lay back on the dock exhausted. The storm was breaking around them, pummeling them with raindrops, and thunder echoed across the water. They barely noticed. They were too head over heels in love with each other. It was like they’d both been reborn that day and their previous lives were pale imitations of what they had become. Neither ever talked about going back to the way they were again…which was good because their changes ended up being permanent.

Hawk was the first to stagger to his feet, offering his big hand to Ely. He heaved him up and helped him step into his sodden jockstrap. They hugged together, rubbing their bodies together and grunting with pleasure. It felt so good to press against each other!

They were turning to head back to the camp when Ely stopped. “Hawk?” he asked, smiling when his lover’s beautiful, brown eyes alighted on his face. “What was it you lost?”

“Huh?”

Ely sighed. “Before we fucked. You know? You were carrying on about having lost something?”

Hawk flushed, rain trickling down his rugged face. “Oh, that.” He paused, eyes twinkling, “I was looking for my cunt virginity.” He shrugged his big shoulders, grinning mischievously. “I guess I lost it for good, huh?”

“Uh, yeah,” Ely agreed, laughing. “You could say that. It’s definitely gone forever now.”

***

Chapter 10

York and his buddies were waiting for them when Ely and Hawk returned to camp, smiling and holding hands. York marched angrily out of the tent, his skirt swishing about his thighs. “From now on,” he announced, hands on his hips, “you are not to leave the camp, Ely.”

“What?” Ely demanded. “You can’t–”

York’s finger was in his face. “We figured it out! We know how you…,” his voice trailed off as he struggled to put words to what had happened. In the end, he gave up, continuing, “Um, did whatever you did to us and now we’re gonna make you change us back!”

“Oh,” Ely replied, crossing his arms and looming over his brother. He took great satisfaction in watching York take a nervous step backward when he registered just how much bigger his ‘little’ twin was now. “And how am I ‘sposed to do that?”

It was impressive that York managed to stand up to him. “Yer gonna be our bitch, that’s how.” When Ely’s eyebrows lifted, he explained, “It’s obvious how you did it. All this time, we’ve been ceding our dominance to you, letting you act like a macho man by doing all the hunting and fishing and other stuff, when we should have been the men around here. If we hadn’t let you take over like you did, none of this,” he motioned vaguely downward toward his crotch, “ever would have happened!”

This was too much for Hawk. He puffed out his chest and took a deep breath, preparing to let loose but Ely stopped him with a hand on the shoulder. He pushed him gently back, soothing, “It’s Ok, Hawk. I can take care of this.” He turned back to York, facing him squarely. The storm had mostly abated by then and the rain had turned to mist. He was tired and chilled, though, and just wanted to get this confrontation over with. “Lemme get this straight,” he began. “You think that you lost yer dicks because I took over the ‘man’s role.’ Is that right?”

York nodded defiantly. 

“That’s bullshit! Where the fuck did you get that idea?”

“What other explanation is there?” York persisted, spreading his hands. “You turned us into a bunch of chicks, bro, and now yer gonna turn us back!”

Ely arched an eyebrow. “And how is that?”

“Yer gonna be the woman now!” York yelled, acting as if Ely was being dense. “Yer gonna stay at camp and do all the girly stuff and we’re gonna do all the manly stuff. Then you’ll be the one with a pussy between yer legs and we’ll be the big men again!”

Both Ely and Hawk laughed at this, much to York’s annoyance. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!” Ely gasped, holding his sides. “‘Sides, bro, you don’t know shit ‘bout hunting! We’ll starve!”

York’s face turned an ominous shade of red. Behind him, Najeem, Santo and Blake glowered, equally red-faced. “We know a fuck of a lot more than you do!” York insisted, standing on his tiptoes and getting in Ely’s face. “Yer just a little, stupid-ass faggot pussy!”

There was a loud crack as Hawk’s fist connected with York’s jaw. Ely watched in surprise as his twin staggered backward, holding his jaw. 

Hawk inserted himself between the two brothers, rubbing his fist menacingly. Although he didn’t speak, the message was perfectly clear and York had no choice but to retreat. Scowling, he mustered as much dignity as he could and, squaring his shoulders, turned and marched away. 

His show of bravado was marred, however, when Ely noticed that his grass skirt was askew, exposing his bare ass. He did a double take when he realized his brother’s formerly square, athletic buttocks had disappeared and he now possessed a very full, voluptuous set of globes that could only be called Rubenesque.

***

For the next few days, Ely and York stayed back at the camp while York and his buddies attempted to take over the ‘man’s role,’ hunting for game and foraging for food. The results of their efforts were meager, though, and they were hungry most of the time.

Ely barely noticed. He relished this reprieve from being the provider and spent every moment with Hawk. They fucked almost continuously, trying out every position and every location on the island (except for the cemetery.) They didn’t even try to hide their amorous adventures from the other boys. At night, they’d fuck in the tent while the others were trying to sleep. Ely’s cock was never far from Hawk’s cunt those days.

After about a week of failed foraging, York and his buddies woke up to discover blood leaking between their thighs, evidence that their gender change below the waist was more than just cosmetic; they possessed fully-functioning lady parts. This humiliation proved to be too much and they were forced to eat crow, begging Ely to resume hunting.

“We’re starving, bro!” Najeem pleaded, getting down on his knees and wringing his hands.

“And bleeding!” Santo whined, holding out his bloody fingers for inspection.

Behind them, York’s eyes were fixed on Ely with a murderous glare. He remained silent, though; he was too proud to ask for help.

Ely looked over at Hawk. The big jock was sitting next to him by the fire, a smug smile on his face. He was tempted to say no but he was hungry, too. Plus, he sort of missed hunting. It had become such a routine part of his life for the past three months that he hadn’t realized how much he treasured it. 

He took a deep breath and nodded. “Sure, Ok. I’ll go out and find something for us to eat.” He was tempted to leave it there but couldn’t resist adding “And if I happen across any moss while I’m out, I’ll bring it back. You can stuff it in yer hoo-hoos to staunch the bleeding.”

***

After that, life returned to normal. Or so he thought. By the time he woke up and realized he’d been deluding himself, it was too late. He could be forgiven, though; he was in love. He and Hawk were so besotted with each other that wherever they looked, they saw only love. They mistook York and his pals’ acquiescence for contrition, blind to the many signs that the jocks’ humiliation had festered and was growing swiftly into malignant hatred. 

The weather turned cooler and, lacking any substantial clothing, the boys were almost always cold. Ely was better off than the others because he was so active during the day. (And he stayed active at night, too, cuddling with Hawk.) York and his bros spent their days huddled around the fire, looking sullen and pathetic. Even though Ely kept the group well fed with game and other things he foraged, a heaviness settled over the bros, gradually eating away at Ely and Hawk’s good moods. No one talked about it but Ely guessed at the reasons: As time went on, the dudes were forced to admit that their dicks weren’t going to grow back anytime soon. This, paired with despair over not being rescued, made them bitter. They shunned Ely and barely spoke to Hawk. Sometimes, he’d look up from the fire to discover the four guys glaring at him with barely concealed hostility.

But even then he failed to recognize the full magnitude of the gathering storm.

The atmosphere at camp became so oppressive that he stayed away most of the day. Usually Hawk would follow him but sometimes he asked Ely to lead him to the cemetery where he meditated among the graves. The big jock was still the consummate lover but Ely could tell he was beginning to chafe at life on the island. It had to be early September by then which meant they’d been shipwrecked for nearly three months. If they didn’t get rescued soon, their future was in doubt. Ely contemplated building a raft but the problem was he didn’t know which direction was closest to the mainland. They could drift for weeks in the lake before reaching shore.

One fateful day, he returned to the cemetery to discover that Hawk was missing. He called out but there was no response. Worried, he tossed the pair of Canada geese he’d killed on the ground and searched in earnest.

Hawk was nowhere to be found.

When it began to grow dark (the days were markedly shorter by that time of the year), he decided to head back to the camp. There was a chance that Hawk had found his way back on his own, having grown tired of waiting for Ely. Even though he was nearly blind, the big guy possessed an unerring sense of direction and Ely had never known him to get lost. Buoyed somewhat by this prospect, he set off back to camp…only to stop in his tracks when he saw the thick clouds of smoke rising overhead.

“What the–?” He stared uncomprehendingly before growing alarmed. He dashed through the forest back to the camp.

He arrived to find a conflagration.

While he’d been away, York and the guys had stoked the fire into a blaze. Smoke billowed upward, blackening the evening sky. This was incredible enough but Ely was even more stunned by the sight of the four naked figures dancing around the fire. He squinted, certain he was hallucinating, but his eyes weren’t deceiving him: The bros really had gone tribal.

They had painted their bodies with red and yellow clay, drawing large circles over their ample buttocks and the design of an erect phallus on their bellies pointing up toward their chests. Their faces were smudged with green slime. Santo and Blake were beating wildly on crude drums they’d fashioned out of rabbit hides and warped branches. Najeem and York danced, shaking their big hips and howling, raising crudely rendered wooden spears over their heads. They looked so bizarre that the hair on the back of Ely’s neck stood on end. 

Without thinking, he stepped into the circle and called out to them. 

Then he saw Hawk.

His lover was gagged and bound to a tree stump, legs spread wide. His whole body had been painted black with soot, save for two white circles around his eyes and a big red circle (blood?) painted around his crotch. The hatchet was buried in the earth between his outspread thighs. His eyes went round with alarm at the sound of Ely’s voice and he struggled, chewing on the gag in his mouth and grunting frantically.

Ely froze, dropping the dead geese on the dirt at his feet. “York!” he yelled. “What THE FUCK are you doing?”

The boys stopped dancing. York turned to him, face contorted into an evil leer. Ignoring Ely’s question, he turned to his friends, ordering, “GET HIM!”

Ely didn’t have time to react. In a split second, the guys had tackled him and he was lying flat on his back on the ground before the blaze. The fire was so hot it scorched his skin. Santo and Blake held his feet and Najeem held his arms over his head. Ely struggled but, even in his more muscular state, he was no match for the three jocks. He was caught.

York loomed over him, feral eyes glinting orange in the firelight. He looked monstrous with his body painted, his green face a sickly mask. As Ely stared, his twin leaned over him until his face was mere inches away.

“You think you’re such a stud, don’t you?”

His voice was so distorted by malice that he sounded demonic. Ely put all of his muscle into throwing off his captors but it was no use. Najeem’s hands clamped onto his wrists and Santo and Blake sat down on his legs.

“Don’t worry, bro,” York continued, warm breath filling Ely’s nostrils. “We’re gonna let you go. You can go back to yer stupid boyfriend. ‘Course, by the time we’re done with you, he won’t want you anymore.”

Ely stopped struggling, chest clenching with fear. “York! Stop it!” he demanded. “This isn’t funny!”

“Funny?” York repeated, laughing. “Since when is revenge ever funny?”

“Revenge? What the fuck are you talking about?” He tried and failed to keep the fear out of his voice. 

“We’re taking back what you stole from us,” York stated, face suddenly cold. “If we have to live like this, it’s only fair that you do, too.” 

While he was speaking, he reached down and extracted Hawk’s hunting knife from the waistband of Ely’s jock. With dramatic flare, he pressed the release and the silver blade shot out, still sharp and deadly as ever after all these months. The metal flashed red in the firelight. 

He held the knife before Ely’s terrified gaze and, smirking, lowered it against his cheek. He held it there for a moment, savoring Ely’s reaction, before sliding it slowly downward; leaving a long, thin, bloody line behind to trace the blade’s progress. The wound was superficial but Ely screamed, mostly from fear. His scream turned to a bellow of terror when York reached his belly. His twin paused only briefly before flicking his wrist and slicing through the rabbit skin jockstrap. Ely’s giant manhood flopped out, one of his melon-sized nuts coming to rest against the knife’s edge.

“What do you think, guys?” York goaded. “Should we make him eat his balls after we cut ‘em off?”

Najeem, Blake and Santo grunted their assent and Ely let out a strangled howl.

York was in no hurry to proceed, though; he derived too much glee at having his hated twin at their mercy. “We’ll get to that in a bit,” he continued, eyes dancing. “But before we castrate you, we’re gonna have some fun.” He straightened and, feet straddling Ely’s waist, squatted down again, his pussy lips spread provocatively over his brother’s oversized manhood.

“You’re gonna fuck us, bro,” York announced. “It’ll be the last fuck of yer life.”

Ely’s eyes goggled, his gorge rising in his throat. The very thought of fucking his own brother was repugnant at the best of times but under these circumstances? It was repulsive!

Apparently, his dick didn’t think so, though.

York crowed with delight and Ely cried out in dismay as his manhood betrayed him, growing throbbingly erect in moments. Soon, his fat cockhead was jutting out over his chest, a constant stream of pre leaking out of its gaping piss slit and dribbling down onto his pecs.

“Yer one sick fuck, bro,” York drawled, knife poised against his shaft. “Getting turned on at the thought of fucking yer own brother? I always knew there was more wrong with you than just being a fag.”

A movement caught his eye and Ely looked over to see Hawk watching him from across the fire. The hurt and shock on his lover’s face was enough to break his heart and he closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe his own equipment would mutiny against him like this!

He moaned in defeat when York laid the knife on his belly and took his cock in both hands, lifting it upward. “Who’s first, guys?” he asked, jacking the behemoth and grinning at Ely’s cry of protest. When no one volunteered, he shrugged. “Guess it’s gonna be me then.”

Ely screwed his eyes shut and willed himself to remain unresponsive. He didn’t want to give York any more satisfaction. From across the fire, he could hear Hawk straining against his bonds. It was no use, though; he couldn’t break free.

York was drunk on victory. He knew that Ely was completely helpless against his assault and there was nothing Hawk could do to stop him. He cackled gleefully, throwing his head back and arching his back atop Ely as he guided his brother’s cock toward his gaping pussy. He squatted down further, opening himself up.

Ely wanted to vomit when he felt his rebellious glans spurt at the touch of his brother’s cunt lips. He whined, trying to pull back but the boys merely tightened their grip. The knife resting on his belly slipped off, landing with a soft thud on the ground.

As he lay there, waiting for the inevitable, his mind raced through possible scenarios. None of them were particularly encouraging, though, because they all involved someone’s death or maiming, mostly likely his own. He couldn’t believe he was in this position. How could he have been so oblivious? It had been obvious that his brother and friends hated him and wanted revenge for his imagined wrongdoing but he’d never guessed that they would do something like this. Gang rape and castration?! Really?

Something wet and slimy landed on his cock and he flinched, realizing it was York’s spit. His brother spit again and again, slicking up his swollen cock. His pussy was virginal after all and York was no idiot; he knew that skewering himself on a penis that huge and blunt was going to be difficult. Ely could do nothing but lie there and endure the torment. It was only at that moment that he realized just how uncivilized they had become. He’d been living under the delusion that, while they might be shipwrecked in the wilderness, they were still guided by basic humanity. He had known that their social bonds had strained but had assumed they’d remained essentially intact.

Too late, he realized that the bonds had done more than fray; they had snapped. The loss of their cocks had severed York and his friends from their connection to their manhood and humanity, setting them adrift on a sea of resentment, instinctual hatred and the seething desire for revenge. They wanted blood. His blood. And his manhood was going to the sacrifice.

“Here goes, bro!” York gasped, pressing his swelling cunt against Ely’s cockhead. “The last pussy yer ever gonna fuck! It’s fitting that it will be mine…and then I’ll have the privilege of emasculating you.”

Ely wailed in exasperation, willing his cock for the millionth time to go flaccid and retreat from the abomination of his brother’s pussy. It was no use, though. York was right about one thing: Ely might be in denial about it but it had long been his private fantasy to fuck his brother. His cock knew it, too, and wasn’t about to surrender despite the horror and revulsion of the experience.

Just as York’s pussy lips were about to envelop his cockhead, there was a sudden movement to their left followed by a stinging sensation. York cursed, losing his balance and rubbing at his eyes. Ely looked down to find dirt covering his chest; someone had kicked sand at them!

He turned his head and discovered that Hawk had somehow managed to free his legs while at the same time working the gag out of his mouth. As Ely looked at him, Hawk yelled, “ELY, MOVE!”

He did.

Taking advantage of the boys’ distraction he kicked hard, dislodging Santo and Blake from his lower body and freeing his legs. At the same time, he jerked his arms, causing Najeem to topple forward. Soon, he was fighting his way out of a mass of kicking legs and flailing arms. A fist caught him square in the nose and his vision filled with stars. He shook his head, swallowing blood, but kept fighting, eventually succeeding in freeing himself.

He staggered upright and stooped to untie Hawk. The big man pulled away from him, though, shouting, “There’s no time. Leave me and get the fuck out of here!” When he hesitated, Hawk bellowed, “JUST RUN!”

The deep boom of authority in his voice had an instant effect and he immediately found himself tearing out of the campsite. He clutched at his mutant cock and balls, gathering them up as best he could, and sprinted toward the beach.

York was fast behind him.

He could hear his brother’s rapid footsteps and knew he was only a second or two from catching up. He forced himself to pick up the pace, grunting with pain as his giant balls lurched free of his grip and, winding themselves around his legs, threatened to trip him. The big melons flopped heavily back and forth, hindering his speed and ensuring that York was always only a few paces behind him. His only hope was to outlast his brother; he’d built up a lot of endurance during his morning runs down the beach with Hawk and knew that, while York was a fast sprinter, he lacked stamina.

The sun had set and the sky was dark when they burst out of the forest and onto the beach. Instinctively, Ely headed north, running along the narrow strip of sand between the dune and the water. The wind had picked up and the waves were lashing the shores, further inhibiting him. He forced himself to ignore the agony of his aching balls and pushed himself as hard as he could. His future as an intact male counted on him being able to outrun York and the fear of being castrated proved to be a powerful motivator.

Unfortunately, York was equally motivated to catch him and sensed he had the advantage. He played on Ely’s dread by taunting him, gasping out in lurid detail exactly what he would do to him once he caught him.

The rocks saved him.

Ely eked out a small lead on way up the western side of the island. When he reached the northern end, his feet hit rock and he realized that he’d run past the point where he and Hawk would turn around. He winced, expecting the rocks to cut into the soft pads of his feet, but found instead they were smooth from the constant washing motion of the waves. Further, the bottoms of his feet were tough and leathery from a summer spent barefoot. Even though the rocks were slippery from the waves, he managed to gain purchase. If anything, he sped up. Behind him, York howled in pain. His brother’s feet weren’t nearly as conditioned and he was forced to slow down and pick his way gingerly across the beach.

It wasn’t perfect–he stubbed his toes bloody on the rocks–but he pushed the discomfort aside. If he could just get far enough ahead of York…

Wait.

What was that?

Torches?

Fuck, torches!

Just when he was beginning to think he could ditch his brother, he realized he’d been outmaneuvered. Ahead, he could see three people holding torches. His stomach fell when they turned toward him. It was too dark to see their faces but he didn’t need to. There were only three people who could be there: Najeem, Santo and Blake. Somehow, they had figured out his trajectory and rushed overland to head him off at the cemetery entrance.

He cursed loudly, unable to stop his momentum from carrying him forward. Grabbing at his monstrously swollen balls, he stumbled forward and collapsed onto the dock, a long, low moan of defeat escaping his lips.

He was fucked.

Worse, he was about to become a eunuch.

His life as a man was over.

***

Epilogue

Ely and Hawk returned to the island four years later with their children, Caleb and Birch, fraternal twins who looked much like Ely and York when they were the same age. York, Najeem, Blake and Santo accompanied them as well, along with their boyfriends and a small group of elders from Hawk’s tribe.

The trip was Hawk’s idea. “We need to go back there, bro,” he urged. “It’ll help clear the air. We left a lot of unresolved baggage behind.” Ely clenched his jaw but finally relented when Raider, York’s boyfriend, made a personal appeal. (Raider was so handsome, it was hard to say no to him.)

The past four years had been a whirlwind. Arriving back in civilization, they’d been besieged by the press and paparazzi and subjected to an unending series of medical tests as the scientific world struggled to explain what had happened to them. When it was determined that Hawk was pregnant, their fame skyrocketed and suddenly they could go nowhere without being followed by reporters, fans and gawkers.

They exploited their fame, signing a contract with Netflix for a reality television series documenting their pregnancy and eventual childbirth. Cameras were installed throughout their apartment and not a moment went by when they and their babies weren’t being filmed. Ely figured that if his privacy was going to disappear anyway, he may as well profit from it. The money they made helped pay for a new home and a college fund for the boys.

His giant package garnered nearly as much attention as Hawk’s pregnancy. It was just another example of the flip side of America’s prudishness around sex; a giant penis was considered both prurient and fascinating. The fact that his massive bulge was blurred out on television only made it more of a celebrity. Ely was sure that it was his penis that was the real star of the show. This was underscored by the footage that eventually aired; the scenes of him struggling to run, ride a bike, and squeeze into swim trunks outnumbered everything else. He rolled his eyes but it didn’t really bother him. As long as he had Hawk for a husband, he could put up with being a sideshow freak.

York, Najeem, Santo and Blake enjoyed nearly as much notoriety. The boys published a tell-all book about their ordeal on the island and made millions from the sales and subsequent marketing. Their fame attracted many admirers they had eventually taken superstar athletes as lovers. York was dating the captain of the Bayern Munich soccer team, Najeem took up with the star player of the English national cricket team, Santo and the quarterback of the Chicago Bears were together and Blake was seeing one of the loose forwards on the New Zealand All Blacks rugby team.

Given the constant media scrutiny, it was nearly impossible to escape public attention long enough for a private trip to the island. “Leave that to the Odawa, dude,” Hawk had said, winking slyly. “If anyone knows how to fly under the radar, it’s my people.” Ely had his doubts but allowed his husband to work out the details. Surprisingly, Hawk had been correct; there were no cameras, drones or other recording devices to mark their departure to the island. The pier was empty and quiet as they boarded the old charter boat for the four-hour trip.

Unlike the last time, there was no dramatic storm to mark their arrival on the island. The trip was actually pleasant and Ely and Hawk joked easily with York and his buddies. Their poisonous grudges had quickly dissipated after their rescue from the island. (Discovering that they could make money off their gender anomaly went a long way toward restoring their masculine pride.). Plus, having studly young boyfriends didn’t hurt. Even York had softened. With Raider by his side, he’d done his best to make amends for his attempt to rape and castrate his brother. Ely still harbored some animosity, though.

He wasn’t prepared for the emotions that welled up once he stepped out of the boat and onto the rickety dock on the northern end of the island. This was where he’d fucked Hawk’s pussy for the first time, more than likely impregnating him with the twins. In a sense, it was the beginning of their new life and the end of their old one. He brushed tears out of his eyes as he thanked the Odawa elders.

“I-I-I don’t think I-I-I ever thanked you,” he choked. “You saved my life that night four years ago. When I saw you, I thought you were–” His voice broke off and he didn’t finish the sentence. Behind him, York’s face twisted slightly and Raider clamped a warning hand down on his shoulder. Hawk’s eyes grew flinty. The twins, Birch and Caleb, were too young to understand the significance of what was happening but they sensed the tension and squirmed in Hawk’s lap.

After struggling to find his voice, Ely finally gave up and bowed to the elders, accepting their proffered hands and allowing them to guide him off the dock. He stood there, head lowered, as he waited for Hawk and the twins. The elders had made it clear that they were welcome on the island but requested that they not visit the cemetery. That was fine with him; he didn’t have any desire to return there. He knew it was superstitious but he half believed that the cause of their ridiculous changes had been a curse for trespassing on sacred land.

“C’mon, bro!” Hawk cajoled, bumping into him with his big shoulder. “Let’s climb the dune together. York and Raider’ll look after the boys for us.”

Ely looked back at the twins and, seeing they were already vying for rides on Raider’s back, consented. “Yeah, Ok. Let’s do it.”

They walked hand in hand down the rocky beach, clambering up the dune with some difficulty. They were both a lot heavier than the last time they’d been on the island and were winded when they reached the summit. They stood there, chests heaving, looking out over the horizon. Lake Michigan was shrouded with mist, making the island feel even more remote. The air was cool and heavy, dampening all sound. It was so quiet that Ely could hear the soft thud of Hawk’s heart in his chest.

“I have waited so long for this,” Hawk breathed, turning and pulling off his shirt. His soft, hairy belly sagged down over his belt, still bearing the stretch marks from delivery. His nipples were permanently fat and distended from nursing the twins, although his pecs had regained some of their former squareness now that his milk had dried up. (They still sagged noticeably, though.) Noticing Ely’s scrutiny, he asked, “What’s the matter? Don’t think I’m sexy now that I’ve lost my six pack and have these big, furry udders?”

“That depends,” Ely joked, “do you still think I’m sexy with this dad bod?” He spread his arms and pushed his big belly outward, making it jiggle. He’d gained more than fifty pounds over the past few years, most of it in his gut. His time as a ripped, muscular jock had been fleeting and would never come again. He didn’t mind too much, though, his big belly helped hide the giant, tumor-like bulge in his shorts.

“Fuck, yeah!” Hawk exclaimed. “Yer the hottest daddy ever!” He reached out and hugged Ely tightly, their big bellies squishing together. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Ely murmured, wrapping his arms around Hawk’s love handles. “I could only ever love you. You’re my man.”

Hawk laughed, nuzzling his neck. “That’s the right answer, dude,” he said. “The only answer, actually. I’ve given you everything but would do it all over again and again and again if I could.”

Ely’s hands were already fiddling with his belt, trying to unfasten it. Their sex life had taken a hit with two demanding children and they barely got a chance to fuck anymore. It wasn’t for lack of interest, though. Ely hadn’t been lying; he really did find Hawk as attractive as ever. If anything, the depredations of childbearing made him more appealing.

“Oh, Christ, look at that! You wore it!” he exclaimed when he finally succeeded in wrestling Hawk’s shorts over his big ass and down his ponderous thighs. (His hips had widened considerably after childbirth and his formerly tight butt had grown huge. Thick thighs rounded out his decidedly pear-shaped figure.) 

Hawk grinned, thrusting his crotch proudly forward and displaying the lacey, pink thong he was wearing. The frilly femininity of the garment contrasted nicely with the carpet of thick, black hair covering his body. “Sorry ‘bout the wet spot, dude,” he said, looking down with chagrin at the spreading stain on the front of his panties. “My pussy’s been dripping since we got on the boat. I can’t wait to ride that big, beautiful cock of yers again.”

Ely laughed, pulling down his own shorts (with difficulty – his mega-sized bulge made getting in and out shorts problematic.) He was wearing a pair of Duluth Trading Company ‘Bullpen’ boxers that had been custom made to accommodate his mutant package but, despite being tied down and constricted, his size was still extreme. As was the wet spot on the front. “Looks like we’re in the same boat, dude,” he said, waggling his monster provocatively. He was already half-erect and his boxers were straining to contain him. “I’m soaked, too!”

Hawk’s eyes lit up and he swiftly yanked down Ely’s underwear, liberating the hulking behemoth inside. His balls tumbled out, slapping painfully against his knees and his cock reared its ugly, fat head, pumped full of blood and temporarily defying gravity. (Ely could tell, though, that gravity was getting harder to defy. His erection could barely rise anymore and soon would probably point at the ground when he was hard..if he could still get hard. He pushed this worry aside for the moment, though. Now was not the time!)

Hawk cradled his firehose lovingly in his hands, running his fingers over its soft, supple skin and murmuring appreciatively. Ely shivered, returning the favor and kneading his hands into Hawk’s huge buttocks, working his fingers under the string of the thong. 

“Asshole or cunt, bro?” he asked, leaning forward for a kiss.

Hawk moaned as Ely scored his loose and flabby manhole. At some point, he’d need restorative surgery to fix the prolapse but neither was ready to give up anal sex yet. “Ungh,” Hawk gasped. “I packed plenty of lube. Why not both?”

“Works for me!” Ely crowed. He snagged Hawk’s discarded shorts with his foot, kicking them into his grasp so he could extract a bottle of lube. “Prepare for the best fuck of yer life!”

They were about to commence when someone cleared his throat behind them. Mortified, Ely spun around to discover that Raider and York were standing there, watching them with rosy cheeks

“Jesus!” Ely shouted, scrambling to cover himself. It was no use, though. His cock and balls were too gigantic. He was forced to stand there, blushing furiously as his mega-cock bobbed between his legs. It was dripping pre like a slavering monster. “What the fuck are you doing here? And where are Birch and Caleb?”

Raider was the first to recover. “They are fine,” he said in his clipped German accent. “The other guys are taking care of them.”

Ely scowled but not too deeply. Tall and broad-shouldered and exceedingly handsome, Raider was not one you could be angry at for long. The jock smiled bashfully as he met Ely’s gaze, pushing his thick, red hair away from his sparkling blue eyes. Ely couldn’t help noticing that those eyes kept sliding downward as Raider studied his mutant cock. Was it his imagination or was the bulge in his nylon soccer shorts bigger than it had been a few seconds ago?

“Then why are you here?” Ely demanded, placing his hands on his hips. Strangely, Hawk remained silent and relaxed beside him. He didn’t seem the least bit surprised or self conscious about being caught butt-naked by the interlopers.

York cleared his throat and opened his mouth to reply but it took him a while to find the words. Ely noticed that his twin’s expression seemed to waffle between revulsion and fascination as he examined Hawk’s nudity. York was as svelte as ever, having worked hard to regain his athletic figure after leaving the island. He also had yet to bear any children, although Ely knew that he and Raider were talking about starting a family soon. It didn’t take a leap of imagination to realize that he was looking at the future of his body, displayed in all its unglamorous glory.

“We, uh,” he began, awkwardly averting his gaze. “I mean, we…”

“We want to have sex with you,” Raider finished with his customary Teutonic bluntness. He held up his hands at Ely’s bark of protest, adding, “Both Hawk and I think it will help.”

Ely spun around and glared at his lover. “What–!?”

“Don’t worry, bro!” York cajoled. “He means that Raider and me’ll make love while you do it next to us. We’re not gonna touch you!”

Ely took a deep breath but before he could reply, Hawk placed a warm hand on his shoulder. “Admit it, dude. You and York have a thing for each other. You’ve always wanted him and he wants you, too. Especially after the, um, big change four years ago.”

“But–”

Hawk cut him off. “This is what I meant by clearing the air. It took me a long time to come to terms with what I witnessed that night. I might’ve been half blind at the time but even I could see the love and hate you and York have for each other. It was bad before York grew a pussy but it, er, really came to head after that. The way I see it, you two are destined to either kill or fuck each other sooner or later.”

“Or both,” Raider added slyly, grinning at York’s chirp of protest.

Ely let out a long, exasperated sigh but Hawk continued before he could say anything. “This way you and York can be together without violating any taboos. You can watch him get boned by Raider and he can watch you fuck the shit out of me. You get the intimacy without the incest. Brilliant, right?”

Crossing his arms, Ely maintained his defiance. “I do NOT want to fuck my brother! It’s just wrong. Plus, he’s a total asshole.”

This time, it was Raider’s turn to put a calming hand on York’s shoulder, stifling his angry outburst.

“Knock it off, Ely,” Hawk growled. “We all know that’s not true. You want him and just as importantly,” he paused to wink at Raider, “we want this, too. It’ll be fun and it’ll help put the past behind us. Call it sexual healing.”

Ely frowned unhappily before lifting his head and meeting York’s gaze. “What about you?” he asked. “It seems like our husbands have conspired behind our backs. Is this what you want?”

York looked down at his feet before lifting his head again. When he met Ely’s eyes, his face was uncustomarily vulnerable and Ely saw his lip was quivering. “I do,” he finally admitted. “What Hawk says is true, though I don’t hate you as much as I used to. I want you bad but I also don’t want to hurt you or ruin your relationship with Hawk or my relationship with Raider.” His voice broke off with emotion, leaving Ely stunned; he’d never seen him like this. “Do this with me,” he pleaded, holding out his hand. “Please?”

Ely harrumphed in annoyance but, as Hawk had so astutely deduced, it was all an act. He was deeply touched by his brother’s naked humility and honesty. (And his monster cock was harder than ever and pulsing furiously at the mere thought of seeing York getting fucked.) He reached out and took York’s hand and squeezed it.

Hawk let out a whoop of joy and turned triumphantly to Raider. The big German stud had already turned his back and was lifting his arms, inviting Hawk to lift his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Soon, both York and Raider were just as naked as Ely and Hawk. 

Ely’s jaw fell open as he took in the pair’s magnificence. Raider was hung like a fucking stallion, his long, fat cock lifting jauntily out of the nest of his bright red pubes. His body was replete with muscle and covered in hair. Next to him, York was equally ripped and hairy, although he still maintained a certain feminine softness, especially around his butt and thighs. He’d trimmed the bush around his pussy, leaving his vulva exposed and ready. As Ely stared, his pussy lips parted slightly and a glistening drop of clear honey trickled out.

Soon, the two couples were side by side on the sand, fucking their brains out. Hawk lay on his back and spread his legs next to York who did the same. Then Raider and Ely lowered themselves into their lovers’ open arms. They were so close that Raider’s hard body rubbed against Ely’s; Hawk and York were also pressed against each other. 

At first, their coming together was tender but it steadily grew in intensity until York and Hawk’s pussies were pummeled raw. When Ely and Raider came in tandem, their ecstatic bellows echoing across the island, they collapsed down into a tangle of bodies. Ely’s cock was still buried to the hilt inside Hawk and Raider was likewise merged with York but their arms encircled each other and they melted into a hot, sweaty mass of cum and sand and other bodily juices.

As Ely was about to doze off, he met York’s gaze. His twin smiled sleepily, face suffused with happiness. He mouthed the words, ‘I love you,’ before nestling against Raider’s chest and falling asleep.

***

The four guys spent the rest of the day together, helping to wash each other and get dressed after their post-coital nap. After meeting with the rest of the guys and reuniting with their children, the group walked the island, revisiting their old haunts and reminiscing before finally settling down atop the dune and gazing out on the lake as the sun set in a brilliant display of crimson and lavender. 

Ely and York were side by side, sandwiched between Raider and Hawk. Santo and Blake and their men were next to Hawk and Najeem and his guy were beside Raider. Birch and Caleb were asleep on Ely and York’s laps. When York reached out to take his hand, Ely didn’t pull away. He leaned against his twin and York put his head on his shoulder. Next to them, Raider and Hawk exchanged a satisfied smile before laying their arms protectively around the brothers’ shoulders. 
From that day forward, York and Ely were the best of friends. Hawk and Raider had succeeded in mending the rift between the brothers and in doing so brought both healing and pleasure to their lives. When York gave birth to twin boys a year later, the two families moved in together and were never apart thereafter. Sometimes Ely marveled at the strangeness of it all. It felt like the island had both cursed and blessed them, nearly bringing about their demise before leading them to this beautiful, unexpectedly tender rapprochement. Their bodies might be irrevocably changed but their bond was stronger than ever. All in all, he thought, I’ve got it pretty good.