Remy by the Sea Page 8

  We went back into the trees and followed the speckle of light that was coming from Drake's fire. We decided earlier that we were going to stay on opposite sides of the island. It would help increase our chances of calling for help if we ever see it.

  "Draker," I greeted. "We're looking to make some food before bed tonight. Have you eaten yet?"

  "I made some tomato soup from the packets. You boys can have some. There was a small pot in the emergency kit and there's still some soup left by the fire."

  Drake was sitting shirtless in the shelter he had made. It was a wooden shed-like structure with rows of sticks that spanned the top acting as a roof. He made rope from long thin leaves woven together and had used it to tie the pieces together.

  Underneath, he laid down long pieces of wood that he had cut down and a thick layer of leaves as a bed. I felt a bit envious that he was able to have the strength to make such a nice setup.

  "This is nice," Mateo commented.

  I looked over and I felt disappointment in myself. That's what I should have been doing instead of moping around.

  I went to get the pot of soup that was still warm in my hands and I took a sip, then handed it to Mateo. The soup was salty and small chunks of vegetables exploded in my mouth when I bit into them. It reminded me how hungry I actually was.

  "Drake, thanks for making this," I said.

  "Not a problem, you boys have a good night. I'm off to bed," Drake said.

  He laid down on the cot that he had made and turned his back away from the fire. Mateo, Pablo, and I returned back to our cave. Our fire had diminished and we had to make quick work to find kindling and sticks to bring it back to life.

  I could see the disappointment in Mateo's face. I'm sure he would have wanted to sleep where Drake was.

  "Tomorrow will be a better day," I said.

  Mateo nodded. His eyes were a bit glossy. Pablo curled himself up near the entrance of our den and he was already snoozing.

  I couldn't sleep. Images of the flooding ship filled my mind. Then flashbacks of Pablo panting in fear curled up next to Mateo who tried to comfort him.

  I put my hands in the sand and clenched my fists then watched the grains fall into a cloud of dust back to the ground. I was still alive by some miracle. There was still hope that we will make it out alive. That was the only thing I could bank on, staying alive and getting home.

  "Can I ask you something?" Mateo asked.

  "For sure," I said.

  "Why was the ship in the storm last night?"

  "We weren't supposed to be in it. It must have been moving so fast that the radar didn't detect it soon enough. I was in my bedroom when it happened. Drake was at the helm. I should have been there that night. I could have prevented it. God, I'm so fucking angry at myself."

  Mateo put his hand on my thigh and rubbed it.

  "You can't think like that, imagining things to be different. It happened and now we have to focus on staying alive."

  "You're right."

  There was wisdom in what he was saying and it caught me by surprise coming from such a young man.

  "I hope we can rebuild some of the trust back here after what happened with the watch," he said.

  "I think we can do that, we don't have much of a choice. I'm sorry I overreacted over a stupid watch that's in the bottom of the ocean right now."

  "It wasn't an overreaction. I stole from you and it was wrong. You had every right to be angry at me."

  I nodded and I thought about his struggle in Europe before I met him that day. He needed that watch more than me and seeing it in that light helped me understand his actions.

  "Look, let's put all that behind us and start from scratch. You think we can do that?" I asked.

  "I'm sure we can."

  I put my hands on his hand and our fingers interlaced together. I gave him a kiss on his nose.

  "We'll work on this shelter tomorrow morning first thing and try to collect some water. If I'm correct we're on some island near Portugal so there should be a lot of fish we can catch if we make some tools for it."

  I felt a surge of energy through my body from the thought of tomorrow. I was glad that Mateo was there with me to help me get out of my own head.

  I watched the fire diminish and the cool ocean breeze crept in the cave once again. Our naked bodies pressed up against each other was the only warmth we had.

  *****

  I woke up to Pablo licking my face. Fuck, he must have been hungry. I needed to figure out a way to get him food.

  Mateo was still asleep. He pressed his body up against mine, my morning wood was resting on his ass. We had nothing except our underwear on. Even in our bad situation, I was still turned on by him.

  I got up and out of the cave to take a piss in a bush. Through the trees, I saw Drake using the machete from the emergency kit to cut down some pieces of wood.

  I looked at the wrinkles that extended beyond his eyes. He had tanned skin that didn't have the same elasticity when I met him on my dad's ship decades ago. He reminded me of how I wasn't young either. If I had a mirror, I would be able to see how much I have aged as well. My salt and pepper hair that was becoming greyer, the smile lines on my face that were becoming deeper.

  "You need a hand?" I called out.

  He turned and looked over in my direction. He looked confused since I was camouflaged among the trees.

  "Sure, once you're done pissing," he said.

  I smiled and walked over after tucking my dick back in my underwear. On the ground were two large logs that we both carried back to his base.

  "What are these for?" I asked.

  "It's to reinforce the boat, turn it into a raft so we have a better chance of surviving. That way it won't tip over when we hit a big wave."

  "Are you planning to leave soon?" I asked.

  "Well, I'm not trying to be here forever. That's for sure," he said.

  "We should figure out our exact plans. You know, like where we are going before we set sail again."

  Drake dropped his log on the ground and turned towards me. He got in my face and his nose was inches from mine. I gripped onto the log, adrenaline rushed through my body.

  "Listen, you guys can have your honeymoon on this island all you want, I'm trying to get the fuck home to my family. You understand me?"

  "Drake, I'm on the same page. But we have to have a plan first."

  "The longer we wait, the more fucked we're going to be, we don't have water, we don't have food. We're going to fucking die out here. I'm not going to let a couple faggots slow me down," he said.

  When those words left his mouth, I dropped my log too. I shoved him back out of my face.

  "Is this what this is fucking about?" I raised my voice. "Who are you calling a faggot?"

  I wanted him to push me back so bad so I could swing a punch.

  "You're pathetic, you know. Trying to get with such a young guy."

  "Shut your mouth, Drake. I know this isn't about him. It's about you. You're the one who's too fucking scared to be who you are."

  "You think I'm scared?" He scoffed. "What makes you think that?"

  "You can't come to terms with your attraction to guys and it pains you to see two guys together."

  "You can shut the fuck up now," he said. "I don't give a fuck about what you do. Get away from me," he said.

  In his fury, Drake picked up both logs and tucked each one under his arms, storming back to his base.

  I turned back to our side of the island, and I saw Mateo's face looking on from behind a tree.

  "Sorry you had to see that," I said.

  "I thought you guys were going to fight right then and there," Mateo said.

  "I thought so too, I'm glad we didn't or it would have turned out bad. We need some space. There's too much emotion in the air right now."

  "You mean between you and him?" He asked looking up at me.

  "Between us and him. I wish we could all work together. Things would be better and easier."
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  "I wish for that too," Mateo said.

  "The thing is, Drake has some of the supplies and we need to keep that in mind."

  I returned back to the base, Pablo had been chewing on a stick to ease his hunger. I felt bad for the little guy. I walked to the side of the island and saw the fish swimming near the surface.

  Then an idea popped into my head. I grabbed a stick that fell from the tree and sharpened it into a spear with the machete. Then I aimed into the water and hoped for the best. I gave the best throw I could and the spear traveled deep into the water.

  Mateo and I peered over the edge of the rocks and waited for it to resurface. It came back empty. I climbed down to the rocks to fetch the spear from the water.

  I aimed it again. This time with better precision since I was closer to the water. I threw it as hard as I could.

  The spear traveled deep into the dark blue water. When it came back to the surface, there was a fish at the end of it. I looked up at Mateo and both of us smiled.

  "I guess we're going to have breakfast today."

  I climbed back up the rocks with the medium sized fish in hand.

  For the rest of the afternoon, Mateo and I took turns throwing spears into the water. By early evening, we made two spears to try to double our chances. There were many fish near the edge of the island that by midday we had almost a dozen fish.

  We started a fire and roasted the fish over it. We salivated over the sounds of the fish cooking and the skin crisp up. Even Pablo was circling around the fire.

  We gave him the first one after I deboned it and he ate it so quick that I was afraid he'd choke. We gave him a second, and a third, there was enough for everyone. By then he was so full that he had to lay on his side.

  Mateo and I enjoyed one together in the cave. It tasted like the most delicious thing. We were lucky that we found a way to catch food. But yet, I was nervous that this supply may not last forever and that our luck may run out soon.

  "We should celebrate," I said.

  "Celebrate what?" Mateo replied.

  "Seems like we should after such a nice meal and a productive day."

  The sun was setting and I couldn't help but admire its beauty even though we were stuck here in the Atlantic Ocean.

  I leaned over and gave Mateo a kiss, his lips tasted of the ocean salt water. My hands ran through his silky hair feeling the fine grains of sand stuck between the strands.

  "I'm happy that you're here," I uttered into his ear.

  "Me too," he said.

  I bit his earlobe, hard enough that he squirmed under the weight of my body. I pressed my body up against his in the dark cave. The fire we made cast a big shadow of our bodies onto the rocky walls.

  I rubbed my hard cock against his belly. We were only in our underwear and we had been since we arrived on this island.

  Our moans echoed in the cave. I moved my face down the side of his neck until I got to his nipples. Before I even put my lips on them, they hardened up in anticipation. I sucked on them, watching his eyes roll back with his lips pursed open.

  Mateo grabbed onto my shoulders squeezing them tight.

  "Don't stop," he moaned.

  I sucked on his other nipple and bit it watching his body tense up.

  "Don't bite me," he said.

  "Sorry, you don't like that?"

  He shook his head. I must have been too rough, I forgot how delicate his body was.

  I lifted his legs up and pressed it against his chest. I pulled his underwear down enough to reveal his ass. I admired his smooth silky skin and his tight hole. I loved him in this position, he was vulnerable to me.

  I spat onto my finger and rubbed it onto his opening watching it pucker up as I did so. Mateo bit his lower lip and looked at me. I knew what he wanted from gazing into his dilated eyes.

  I lowered my face to his ass, teasing him, then I flickered my tongue at his opening, watching his toes curl up. He rested his hands on the back of my neck pushing my face into his ass. His hard cock pressed against his belly and was still slung in his underwear.

  I looked down and noticed that my erection was popping out of my briefs, it pulsed against my stomach.

  "I can't believe we're doing this right now," Mateo said.

  "Is it okay?" I asked.

  "It's hot that we're here on this island in the middle of nowhere."

  I smiled and I continued, burying my face between the curves of his ass. I closed my eyes and felt the smoothness of his hole. I drew circles with my tongue then I pushed my tongue inside him.

  I watched his muscles tense up. He squeezed onto my shoulders tight. I hated to admit it but I loved watching him in a bit of pain.

  My cock was leaking precum and it dripped onto the ground.

  "I want you to fuck me," Mateo said.

  "Yeah? We don't have lube or condoms though," I said.

  "Are you clean?"

  "I haven't slept with anyone besides you since I left Canada. You?"

  "I'm clean. I got tested in France not too long ago."

  "Okay, but we still don't have lube."

  I sat upright and looked around. Then I saw the aloe leaves that we had brought back earlier in the afternoon to suck on the juices.

  I got up and grabbed a leaf and squeezed out the slimy contents.

  "You're a fucking genius," he said.

  I sat down next to him and squeezed some of the aloe on my cock. The clear and cool substance engulfed my shaft. Mateo went down on me and sucked on the tip of my cock.

  "Tastes sweet," he said.

  He rubbed the aloe on my balls, and the cooling sensation sent a jolt throughout my body. Then he put his warm mouth on it, sucking on one of my balls, he could barely fit it in his mouth.

  I tilted my head back onto the cool rock and listened to the sounds of him slurping me up.

  All my problems went away in that moment.

  "Sit on me," I said.

  Mateo got up from his knees and wrapped his legs around my thighs, I used some of the aloe and rubbed it on his tight hole. I kissed his tender lips as I slid a lubed finger inside. His body tensed up when I tried to put two fingers in.

  I guided his hips down, the tip of my cock hovered at his opening. I gave him one last kiss before I pushed his hips down. The sensation of my bare cock entering him drove me wild.

  He whimpered as I got deeper inside him feeling his walls contract on my cock. The tightness of his ass without a condom was insatiable. His erection pressed up against my chest and precum leaked into my chest hair.

  He slid down lower. His frame was so small compared to mine. It felt like forever before he finally reached the base of my cock.

  I marveled at the feeling of his hot body with the cool aloe. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

  Mateo clawed onto my back and once he adjusted to the pain, he started to grind his hips on my cock. I put my hands behind my head and I watched him as he rode me. His sweat dripped onto my body and the cave smelled of sex. Watching him so turned on put me on the edge several times and I had to hold his hips down to stop me from cumming. But Mateo resisted and kept riding me harder.

  "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing this," I uttered.

  "I want you to," he said.

  When he said that, I felt a waterfall of cum explode in his ass. His muscles tensed up and when I looked down, an explosion of semen ejected out of his own cock.

  My body collapsed against the rock trying to catch my breath while I was still inside him. Mateo leaned his face on my shoulder and I caressed his back.

  By now the sun had set and the only source of light was coming from the fire that was dying.

  When Mateo got up, a stream of cum squirted out of his ass onto me.

  "Fuck, that must have been a big load," Mateo said.

  I smiled.

  "You make me feel some type of way," I said.

  12

  Mateo

  Laying there next to Remy in our little c
ave gave me a bit of hope. We were after all stuck on a deserted island with limited food and water.

  His skin had a dewy layer of sweat that warmed my back from holding me all night. Laying in the bed of leaves was more comfortable than I thought. I wondered if it was me getting used to our shitty situation.