The Island, Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 24

Chapter 24 The two pre-teen lovers got to their feet and dressed. I was treated to the brief sight of Madison’s puckered pink asshole briefly as she bent down to pull up her panties, reminding me that I still hadn’t had an orgasm. Oh, well…. I was sure storing it up for tonight. Madison gave Jared a quick kiss, causing him to blush furiously, then after a moment’s hesitation gave me one, too. She scampered off to camp, leaving Jared and me together. “So what did you think of that?” I asked him. “That was… awesome,” he said, his vocabulary apparently not up to the task of describing his feelings. “I guess that’s why grownups spend so much time talking and thinking about sex.” I chuckled appreciatively. “You got that right, Jared. And I’ll tell you something: it gets better as you get older. The feelings get more intense during puberty, and stay that way for most of your life.” He walked with me over to my clothes, still in the cubby by the nude beach entrance. I was struggling with the need to talk to him about the incident, and not sure how to do it without alienating him. I dressed as I pondered the best approach. “So… Jared,” I began. “About what just happened.” “Yeah?” he said with a grin. “This is an important milestone in your life. You realize that?” “I guess.” “I mean, you’re going to remember this forever. It’s a dividing line between childhood and growing up.” “Uh huh.” “And parents need to be aware of these milestones. It’s an important part of being a parent. They ...

... need to stay ‘in the loop’ as far as their kids go.” He could see where this was going. “You’re not going to tell mom about this, are you?” “No, you are. You need to talk to her about this.” He looked unhappy but didn’t disagree. “She’s not going to be mad at you, she’s going to be happy for you. She can give you advice on how to handle girls. Trust me, you’re going to need it. Madison is a little wild child.” He laughed. “I know I need to tell her about it. I’m just not sure how.” “Start by telling her you have a girlfriend. She’ll ask you about it and the story will come out naturally. You need to do it by tomorrow, or she’ll be hurt you kept it from her. OK?” “I guess so,” he said with a sigh. We headed back to camp, making the crossing through the jungle in companionable silence. When we emerged onto the main beach, we found a bustle of activity. Horace was working on the shower plumbing, while Dkembe, Janie and Gabrielle were splitting huge bamboo trunks in half longways. They had knocked the internal partitions out of several, creating 20-foot sections of 3 inch troughs, which would be our “pipes” to carry water from the top of the waterfall to the holding tank on the beach. In the center of the beach, a crew of people were working on thatching the roof of the large structure at the fire pit, that was to become the “mess hall.” They were nearly done, proving the old adage that many hands make light work. I was still suffering from sexual overstimulation with no release ...