I wander through the jungle looking for fruit. Its midmorning and I have placed the tall foot statue far behind me. As I turn what I consider a corner in this jungle, I see a man in a black shirt. And only a black shirt. This man stands in a single strand of sunlight that highlights him against the shadowy jungle. He is a tan white man who does not break eye contact with me.
I have seen this man before. After my ship crashed on this island, every one of the other slaves I came here with was killed by the officers in charge. And the officers were killed by this man. I haven't seen him do it, but he has the ability to turn into a pillar of black smoke, and toss me around like a rag doll. My lover Jacob taught me not to trust this man. I turn and begin to run back where I came from.
As soon as I turn I hear a loud "ticking" sound, and the Man in Black is in front of me instantly. Still wearing only a shirt he refuses to break eye contact. To combat my eyes dart else where, this was a mistake. My eyes go to his strong defined legs. His calves look like they might belong to a horse. They have the perfect balance between being to hairy and being smooth. His thighs are thick and full. Above there is his fully erect cock. It seemed to bounce as soon as my eyes look at it. A hand reaches down and breaks my concentration. The Man in Black takes his hand and gently grazes his cock and then begins to rub his stomach, as if he were hungry. I look into his eyes once more and realize he does look hungry. Positively starved… for me.
He reaches higher up his shirt to play with his nipples, allowing me to see more of his body. His gut is toned and muscular. He pulls off his entire shirt and shows his defined pecs, and strong arms. I stare at this impressively tanned specimen, and I wonder why my loins seem to be on fire.
And it wasn't just my loins that were on fire, I felt like black charred coal was burning in my chest. I felt I could breathe smoke with every breath. I had never felt this way. Certainly not with my wife off this island, and (sadly) not with Jacob. He never made me feel like I could combust at any moment. It was always safe with Jacob, however in the presence of this Man in Black, there was a sense that at any moment anything, could, and would happen. And I liked that feeling…
I try to clear my throat to speak with as much dignity as I can muster.
"Wh- what do- you…?" not my best moment.
"I'm here for you Richard." The Man in Black says simply, his husky deep voice flowing over me. He takes a step closer to me. "I've been watching you with him," he nods in the direction of the statue.
I look in that direction and think of all the soft, and beautiful nights and mornings I've had in my new home with Jacob. We share everything… well I share everything. Jacob just listens. Whenever I try to ask about his family and past, he stays quiet and does not tell me anything. I am a guest, I realize that. But I felt Jacob wanted to tell me everything, but just couldn't. I was so lost in thought I didn't notice that the Man in Black was right in front of my face.
"Are you going to take advantage of me?" I ask just wanting to get it over with.
"That's how Jacob does it right?" he asks with a smirk looking over my entire body now. His palms touch my exposed chest and remove my button down shirt. He slowly rubs my now bare chest and arms, then slowly rests his hands on my hips where my trousers now seemed to feel looser than before, like they could fall down if I sucked in my already thinning belly.
"He doesn't take advantage of me," I say confidently. "Jacob," I confirm to no one. So much for confidence.
"Not like that," he still smiles and leans his head and kisses my left nipple, then my right making my nipples fully erect, as well as other parts of my body. "I mean is he always inside you? Do you ever enter him?"
I say nothing but shake my head no. I never enter Jacob; it's always him who explores.
"Well then today is your lucky day," He lifts his head sinks down removing my pants. Once my pants are gone we are both naked in the jungle.
The Man in Black lies down on the ground, in a convenient patch of body sized leaves. He leans his upper back on a log, and spreads his legs.
"I don't want anything from you. I just want you to fuck me." He says it so matter of factly like it's a business deal.
Inside I knew I shouldn't but, I looked at the man in front of me. His eyes were soft and his lips slightly parted. His whole body was radiating heat, and his entrance was beckoning me.
I collapsed on my knees and stroked myself. It didn't take long to be fully hard. I inched to his entrance and I put myself in him.
It was tight. So tight. His path expanded as I entered him. I tilted my head back and let out a moan. The Man in Black laughed. I looked down at him, and I saw pure joy on his face. I felt like I needed to feel the same, so I leaned down and kissed him. His hand clasped the back of my head full of shoulder length hair and he forced me to stay on his lips.
His tongue surveyed my mouth. It was rough and dry. I liked it.
Wanting to feel more in control my hips pulled out of the man, and then slammed into him. He let out a muffled grunt, but didn't break the kiss. He bucked forward asking for more. I obliged and continued to exit slightly and enter.
After a few reps the Man in Black pushed me off and flipped around on all fours. I understood. Doing this outside screamed to fuck like animals. I repositioned my self and fucked him hard. In and out, in and out. When he continued to back his hips onto mine, I went faster.
I picked up speed, a faster speed than the one I use with Jacob. With Jacob it was about eye contact and love. This was passion. Carnal passion. We were both trying to get to the same place. No need to explore; we both knew the score.
The Man in Black reached for my hand and guided it to his cock. I begin to tug on it with his hand wrapped around mine. I felt my climax coming. It started in my gut and worked it's way to my heart. Then shot straight out of my cock into the man's ass. I filled him up. He followed soon after.
We collapsed into the dirt and leaves panting. I lean over and kiss him on the mouth feeling every part of his body I can before we part.
"That was amazing," I breathe breaking the kiss.
"Better than Jacob?" he asks.
"Much…" I say after much hesitation.
The Man in Black smiles. He just smiles down at me. Then he pushes me away and stands nude. He still grins, and soon he begins to laugh. But he is not laughing at me. He looks past me into the trees. I turn and see Jacob watching us.
Jacob stands calmly and stares straight at me.
"Thoughts Jacob?" the Man in Black asks.
"No. You can go now," Jacob says softly still looking at me.
With my eyes on Jacob I hear the Man in Black whisper in my ear, "Be seeing you."
The next sound I hear is a "whoosh" and more "ticking" sounds. I turn and the Man in Black is gone.
I gather my clothes and try to explain.
"Jacob, he just appeared. And I," Jacob holds a hand up silencing me.
"I've decided to bring more people to the island," Jacob says.
I am taken aback by the change of subject. I say, "Alright"
"You will live with them, and report to me about their progress on the island," Jacob turns and heads back to his statue.
"But I'll still live with you right?" I ask already knowing the answer.
"No."
"When will I see you again?" I ask with a strained voice, feeling the guilt filled tears coming.
"I'll summon you when I need you," he says with his back to me. "Trust that that won't be for a long while."
With those last stinging words, Jacob walks away.
I am left filling betrayed and humiliated. This was a plan of passion by the Man in Black. Carnal passion. Only neither of us was trying to get to the same place. He had no need to explore me. The Man in Black knew the score, and I knew nothing. I am a fool. An ageless fool.