The Island, Chapter 22 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 22

... seemed comfortable. When he tried to stand on the left leg alone, though, he grimaced and quickly returned his weight to the right one. “So here’s the deal. If you can walk short distances without pain, go ahead. Don’t go farther than 50 yards without taking the crutches with you—you may start to have trouble with use and I don’t want you stranded away from the crutches. Deal?” “Yes!” he exulted, collecting a high five from James. “No exercise on it though, OK? Just walking for now.” “OK, Dave! Thanks!” I was impressed. Kids heal pretty quickly, but I suspected the initial break was what was known as a greenstick fracture, just a partial-thickness break. It would explain the remarkably fast recovery. Good for him, I thought gratefully. He shouldn’t have any lasting problems with it. I turned to Joelle. “See what a good job you did on his leg? He’s almost recovered already.” She looked pleased, the boost to her confidence visible. That, and the still visible nipples, made her even more enticing. I caressed that bubble butt of hers, whispering in her ear. “I want you so badly right now I can hardly stand it.” She whispered back, “I touched myself last night thinking of you and Janie having sex.” Christ! I thought. She was going to make my dick explode if she talked like that any more. She grinned at my frantic desperation. “Maybe I’ll come join you and Janie tonight. Would you like that?” “Fuck yes!” I blurted out. “But you’ve got me so horny either I need a hand job right ...

... now, or I’m off to the woods to jerk off!” She looked around at the still relatively deserted beach, biting her lip. “Let’s go behind those rocks!” Gabrielle, although out of earshot of our whispered conversation, gave us a smug grin as we scuttled off down the beach, obviously realizing our intent. We jogged hand in hand to the south end of the beach, and clambered over the rocks to the beach beyond. She pushed me up against the back side of the rock face, and yanked my shorts down with one motion. My cock sprang out like a flesh flagpole. “There’s my little pink friend,” said Joelle hungrily, her warm hand wrapping around the shaft. “Oh God!” I gasped. “I love feeling your hand on me!” She smiled. “You have to tell me what to do. I’ve never jerked a guy off before.” Her hand was already sliding up and down the rigid member, giving me shivers. “Just keep doing what you’re doing,” I said fervently. “It’s perfect!” Joelle snuggled up against me, her stiff nipples rubbing my side as her hand worked my wiener. I wrapped my arm around her, deliriously happy. I watched her fingers stroking my shaft, already beginning to smear the drops of clear liquid leaking from the tip. “Aren’t you supposed to use lotion or something?” she asked, staring at my meat like she was memorizing it. “I don’t always have to, because I’m uncircumcised. Saliva helps, though.” She stopped, spat on her hand, and resumed stroking me. The slippery feel of her hand was heavenly, and I closed my eyes, leaning my ...