The Island, Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 24

... planned until tonight, and I figured I needed either a cold shower or some hard work to distract me. Since the shower wasn’t done yet, that left hard work. I convinced Jared to help with the thatching project, and we put in an hour of heavy work with the rest of the crew until the roof was done. Once the expected rainy season started, we would see if it was waterproof. We set up a bunch of the airline seats around the firepit, which had a smoke hole above it. Horace had cleverly designed a separate “roof” for the smoke hole, elevated a couple of feet above the main roof, so the smoke could escape, but the hole wouldn’t allow in rain in case of a downpour. Once the seats were arranged, both work crews plopped down, and a gang of excited kids brought the tired folks jugs and cups of water to rehydrate. I sipped my cup gratefully, shuddering to think how miserable it would be to be stranded on an island with no fresh water source. That lake and stream really were the lifeblood of our community. Janie soon sat by my side, a jug of water in her hand, having finished splitting pipes. We held hands while she guzzled her drink. Watching her, I was reminded of our plans to ferment some fruit juice. “Has anyone made any progress making some hooch?” I asked her. “A nice glass of moonshine or homemade rum would go down pretty smooth right now.” She grinned appreciatively. “Believe it or not, Rodney knows how to make a still.” “Rodney?” I asked in disbelief. I found it hard to reconcile ...

... the image of a pampered urban gay man with making moonshine. “He apparently grew up in a rural mountain community in Tennessee. They made their own white lightning, and the kids were responsible for tending the still.” “God, that must have been hard when he figured out his orientation. They don’t take kindly to homosexuals down there.” “Yeah,” she agreed thoughtfully. “I guess that’s why he ended up in the city eventually.” She gulped down the rest of her water. “Anyway, he’s enlisted the whole flight crew to help him try to put one together tomorrow. They’re going to try mango juice first.” “That is going to be some weird fucking moonshine,” I said, shaking my head and drawing a laugh from her. “Have you seen Joelle?” “I saw her earlier with Tran, but that was a couple of hours ago. I don’t know where they went.” “I think I do. I suggested she get herself a massage in preparation for tonight. She needed some relaxing.” “Speaking of preparation, how’s about you and me hit the water? We’re both all sweaty and I don’t think Joelle is going to like that very much.” “OK,” I agreed. “I have a quieter area I like to wash in. We’re less likely to be bothered by a crowd than at the main pool.” We collected our things and I led her to my “private pool.” We quickly stripped down and splashed the cold water on our bodies. We took turns washing each other sensually. I had to grit my teeth and hold myself back as her soapy hands massaged my cock and balls vigorously. I knew she was trying ...