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Welcome to Jade Island Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Moxyhot

[Day 1]

Brilliant turquoise waves crashed across the boy of the boat as it cut through the water, sending a cool mist onto the sun drenched deck. It was quite refreshing given the heat, but even the heat was refreshing after a long winter. Spring Break had finally come at last and the boys of Omega Rho Chi were going to celebrate in style. J.K, Justin Kyle Hawkins, stood on the upper deck. His dishwater blond hair was blowing in the breeze, his eyes peering over to the lower deck. The frat brother was twenty years old and wearing nothing but cut off denim shorts, his skin absorbing the sun and starting on a good tan. His eyes were absorbing the beauty of a particularly curvaceous set of women that had booked passage on the same boat to the string of artificial islands that had become world famous for their entertainments.

"Wassup J.K., you catch anything yet?" Came the riotous call of one of Justin's fraternity brothers. Ryan was twenty one and a bit taller, his black hair cut short and he wore blue conch shell printed shorts. He was the social networker of the group and it had been his careful manipulation of contacts to score such hard to get tickets. Ryan leaned over the rail, scoping out the babes as well, whistling.

"It's a shame they aren't coming with us to Jade Island, that's the only draw back to this." Justin said. Ryan gave a nod.

"But we'll see them again on the big island at the end of Spring Break before our flight home... We'll spend a whole week getting our man time on and come back dripping with testosterone, they won't be able to resist." Ryan said, his trademark grin practically gleaming brighter than the sun.

"Where's Drew?" Justin asked, looking around.

"He's below deck with Mikey. They're trying to convince the stewards to overlook some loot we may bring back from the island." Ryan said. Justin looked bemused.

"Loot? What are we, pirates?" Justin smirked.

"Jade Island is home to pleasures so good they're practically illegal... They say it takes twenty years to make their finest grog, let alone the age of their wine... and all the stuff is only available right there!" Ryan pointed. Justin followed his gesture and saw the island for the first time. It was by no means gigantic, the area was littered with the artificial islands catering to wildly different groups... but it was big enough. Massive trees, hand constructed wooden docks, lush jungle. It was a paradise away from the confines of civilization.

"Ryan, J.K." Drew said in a business like manner as he moved onto the deck, his cheeks covered in a fine brown stubble and his hips garbed in denim cut offs like Justin. Mikey ran over to the rail and leaned over, his caramel eyes wide, his jaw hanging agape. He was easily the most excitable of the group, his mixed heritage giving him a tan even in the dead of winter. The cargo shorts he wore were almost brown enough to make it look like he was naked.

"Mikey..." Drew called over, hesitating before he sighed, "Mikey!" he declared. The girls looked up at the shout, spotting the boy scoping them out. They giggled before covering themselves a bit more discreetly. Mikey gave a playful wave to the girls until they started ignoring him. He reached up to wrap his fingers around the tuft of black hair hanging from his chin, stroking it before he turned to head over to his friends.

"So how did it go?" Ryan asked. Drew smirked.

"Better than I'd hoped. J.K., we have a present for you." Drew explained. Mikey reached into his pocket and pulled out a purple woven band. He slipped it up over Justin's wrist, letting it hang there snugly.

"Uh, thanks?" Justin asked, confused by the garment.

"It's an age bracelet... It proves that you're over twenty one. The rest of us will be getting them at the island, but the steward had one for sale..." Drew explained.

"But I'm not over twenty one..." Justin said.

"Which is why you should be thanking us all break while you're getting smashed." Drew said, patting Justin on the shoulder. The four boys gazed ahead as the boat advanced, the engines slowing as they drifted towards the docks. One of the island staff members came down the dock, wearing nothing but a denim loin cloth. His powerful muscles glistened in the sun, his black hair almost spiked.

"He's got enough muscle to be a wrestler..." Mikey murmured.

"Well it makes sense, they need to pull boats in." Drew replied.

"I wonder if he knows the best sights to see." Ryan considered.

"Or maybe he knows if there are any hidden girls on the island." Justin suggested. Ryan swatted him in the back of the head.

"This is about being manly. If you are so focused on women you should have joined a sorority. This is a brotherhood." Ryan said. The other two snickered but Justin just nodded. One of the stewards tossed a rope over to the staff member who grabbed a hold of it. The boat maneuvered around and in a few moments pulled up to the dock. A ramp was extended and the staff member moved to the base.

"Welcome to Jade Island." He called up to the boys, his voice surprisingly low. The fraternity brothers headed down the steps to the main deck as another steward wheeled out a cart with their luggage. They heaved up their bags and moved down the ramp, ready to start the most exciting spring break of their life.

***

The band of brothers made their way deeper into the island, moving up carefully carved stone steps that curved to the left before they split, the steps leading up both ways a few more feet before the evened out into a circular walkway. Justin winced a bit as he walked. He had stepped in a puddle on the beach and his socks had gotten soaked. He'd considered going barefoot like those that worked on the island but he decided not to. Thankfully it didn't seem like a blister was immanent.

As the boys reached the level of the camp they slowed, eyes wide in surprise. The stone walkway was a large circle, the outer edge of which passed by four bungalows before a single path trailed further into the island. The bungalows were large, made of wood and stone. They looked like they could withstand any storm and the wooden slat windows revealed lots of open space inside. In the center of the circle was a wide pool, the water looking emerald green thanks to the tiles that lined it.

"Dibbs!" Mikey said before he dropped his bag and darted off into the bungalow.

"Dibbs on what?!" Ryan protested, moving after him. Drew smirked, picking up Mikey's bag before he and Justin continued on. The door to the bungalow was at least eight feet tall and four wide, a bit of an effort to move. Still, Drew had to admire the craftsmanship. The bungalow offered a double large bathroom, a wide couch, several refrigerators, a kitchenette and a room with five beds in it. Mikey was already sprawled out in the corner furthest from the windows, stretching and flexing.

"What makes that one so special?" Ryan asked. Mikey ran a hand down around his goatee.

"Fewer breezes and I can keep my eye on you all so you don't sneak out and have fun without me." He said. Justin smirked, sitting down on the bed beneath the window, feeling the sweet air blow over his shoulders and pool in the room. Ryan and Drew picked the beds between the two, leaving a spare between Justin and the door. Drew wandered out and opened a fridge, pulling out a large green bottle of beer. He held it up to the light, surprised by it. He soon fisted more, holding two bottles in each hand.

"So what first my brothers? Swimming or drinking?" Drew asked. Ryan wandered and took a bottle, popping the cap off.

"That is obvious. We do both at the same time." Ryan said before he wandered out. Justin laughed at that, eagerly kicking off his shoes and socks before following after. Mikey ran and jumped up onto Justin's shoulders. Justin stumbled before he got his footing, adjusting to the boy on his head. Mikey reached down with one hand to steady himself on Justin's shoulder and grabbed a beer with the other hand from Drew. He was gulping it down before they'd even made outside. Mikey had to duck to get through the door frame and spilled some beer onto Justin.

"Watch it dude..." Justin smirked, licking his lips, tasting the beer. He winced a bit. It was a musky brew, smelling a bit more like piss than he would have liked but there was an earthiness to it he couldn't deny. Ryan hopped into the pool and was swimming around already. Mikey handed his beer back to Drew before Justin ran and tried to jump, both landing in the water with a splash. Drew took a swig of his own beer before he set them at the edge and dropped in, moving around to try and dunk the others.

***

Night had fallen across Jade Island and with it a celebratory atmosphere. Torches had been lit, tribal drums wafted through the air, men of all ages were wandering from hut to hut. Some were gloriously fit with bulging muscle, others had enjoyed the food a bit too much and had rotund bellied covered with a dusting of hair. The boys of Omega Rho Chi had left their bungalow and wandered further into the island. While it was certainly a tourist destination, they made no effort to hide the services for those who remained on the island year round. A blacksmith and carpenter shop worked on all the material possessions, a medic hut helped those whose frivolity led to injury, but ways to enjoy one's self far surpassed the basic necessities.

Drew came to a stop outside the eating hall, inhaling the robust scent of pork and pineapple, of fried fish and potatoes, of coconut milk and beer... He licked his lips before wandering in, his stomach getting the best of him. Ryan had wandered into another building and stumbled across a poker game, gruff men looking at each other to try and guess their hands. Ryan grinned wide. He excelled at poker and reading people. With the two elder members of the group splitting off, Mikey and Justin were left alone.

"Want me to ride your shoulders again J.K.? I could get us a better look." Mikey offered jokingly. Justin smirked.

"You've gotten enough of a free ride, thank you very much." Justin replied. Mikey was grinning like an idiot, his buzz pretty strong... and yet he didn't feel like stumbling, passing out... The beer on Jade Island was as good as they said. Justin moved to drop the empty bottles into a bin and no sooner had he turned around than more bottles were being put in his hand. The black bearded islander sized Justin up before giving him a grin, wandering off again. Justin shot Mikey a glance.

"The cost of living on an all male's island?" He smirked, handing Mikey his bottle. Mikey gratefully popped the lid and took a swig before he looked a bit green in the face.

"Oh man... I gotta take a piss." Mikey murmured. He handed his beer to Justin and headed for the nearest rest hut. He pushed the bamboo door open and headed inside, the stone wet beneath his feet. The hut was rather full of patrons, grunting as they took care of their bladders. Mikey saw only one open urinal between two huge guys that nearly obscured the space between. Their arms were covered in tribal tattoos. Mikey decided his bladder was just as I need as theirs and he advanced.

"Excuse me, sorry." Mikey said, wedging himself in before he opened his fly and pulled out his cock. He tried to relieve himself quickly but his cock was half hard. He swallowed, trying to relax enough to go. He decided to try relaxing breathing. He inhaled slowly - and then coughed. The smell of the hut was rancid. It wasn't just the smell of piss but it was the smell of sweat, of musk, of left over cum, bad breath. Mikey nearly doubled over from the smell. The men on either side of the young man grinned. One lifted his arm to reveal his stinky pit, the hairs underneath practically dripping with sweat. The other grabbed Mikey and pulled him away from the urinal. Mikey struggled, "Hey, what's going on?!"

"Taste." He said simply before pushing Mikey forward. Mikey stumbled into the man, his face landing in the pit. The sweaty, musky hair rubbed all over his face, saturating his goatee. Mikey tried to pull away but two meaty hands pushed him in and then his captor lowered his arm, trapping Mikey's head. Mikey kept struggling, trying to call out but as he did so all he got was a mouth full of sweat soaked pit hair. Mikey shuddered, the smell pervading his senses... and eroding him. The musk was practically intoxicating... It was so bad, so raunchy... It was good. As Mikey realized that, his cock got extremely hard.

Soon Mikey began to suck and lick at that pit, collecting the taste of the sweat on his tongue, slurping. His captor relaxed, glad to see the young one enjoying it so much. His partner in crime reached around and grabbed Mikey's cut cock with his blunt, huge fingers. He started to stroke Mikey off, sliding his hand up and down the shaft. His other huge hand reached around to fondle Mikey's balls.

"He's ahead of the curve..." The captor grinned, his jade green eyes looking Mikey over as he nuzzled the pit he had been trapped in.

"It's still too soon. We'll have to give him some of the good stuff so he gets too drunk to remember." The other said. While Mikey's captor kept him close, inhaling his body odor the other let go of the frat boy's cock to work at his own. His own member was as thick as a forearm, the meaty hands unable to wrap around it. With a few strokes he began to leak a thick precum... but it was far from normal. The liquid was tinged green, smelling strongly of musk. Mikey's captor lifted his arm to reveal the cholo boy's sweat soaked face. Mikey looked up in wonder before a precum covered hand came around his face. The other man put the hand to Mikey's mouth and smeared his face with the goo. As Mikey's mouth opened to accept the bounty he felt his mind lost in a drunken haze unlike any other he'd ever felt before, nearly passing out in bliss. His pathetic human cock spasmed and sprayed out his own creamy white load.

***

It was hard to deny the festive atmosphere in the eating hall. The drums, the music, the smells. Drew was having the time of his life. Everyone was so free and open. Most of the men on the island had stripped down to their loin cloths or their shorts when it was time to eat. Drew had felt a bit self conscious when he entered but after throwing caution to the wind he threw his shirt off and joined them in their custom. He really couldn't believe the kitchens of Jade Island, they must have been going non stop. Every table was so overloaded with food they groaned under the weight of it.

Drew also had to adjust to the fact that there were no utensils either. No knives, no spoons, nothing. Drew looked around for some sort of clue, his eyes widening as he saw one German tourist dip his hand into a bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy before bringing it to his mouth, another tearing a turkey asunder and stuff the shards of meat into his mouth. Drew was stunned, sitting in front of his plates before an epic burp erupted from a patron behind him. Drew all but laugh at the absurdity of it... but then the others seemed to give grunts of approval, as if the guy behind him had done very good.

"First time here?" Came the question from Drew's side. Drew turned, looking up at a man with long, deep black hair, seemingly a tourist from Asia somewhere.

"Yeah, is it obvious? I'm Drew." Drew said, offering his hand. The other young man took the hand and shook it before sitting down.

"Yes, but I'm new here too. It's pretty wild, yes?" he asked with a smile, "I'm Koji." He said.

"Nice to meet you Koji." Drew said, pulling over a bowl of mashed yams. Koji looked around before spotting some baked ham. He pulled it over, looking to Drew.

"Ganbatte!" Drew exclaimed. Koji laughed and the two began eating. Drew ran his fingers through the bowl, gathering up a ball of mashed yams on his hand. The orange paste clung to his skin but it wafted up with such a sweet aroma. Koji hesitantly lifted the ham, tilting his head a bit. As Drew brought his hand to his face and opened his lips, Koji dared to take a bite of the ham. As his teeth penetrated the flesh and his saliva carried the flavor into his mouth it was as if something new was born inside of him. Koji tore into the ham like a beast, teeth sheering flesh.

Drew slipped the fingers of yams into his mouth, using his lips to clean them... But the paste was so good, so exquisite, better than he'd ever had before. Drew let out a grunt before he licked his fingers and sucked them clean, grabbing another fist full. Koji too had been unstoppable, tearing at the ham without restraint. Grease and oil ran down his clean skin, dripping onto his chest. Drew was soon double fisting the food into his mouth, slurping and grunting as he swallowed it. He burped as the bowl was emptied before callously tossing it aside.

Koji finished his ham and the two looked around before Drew dragged over a tray of steaks and Koji drooled. They both began grabbing at the flanks of meat, a strange hunger in their eyes. As the two worked on the steaks a steward of the island moved over, replacing the bowl of yams and the ham. Drew grunted in satisfaction, red barbecue sauce spread over his lips. Koji wasn't far behind. When Drew felt the uncomfortable sensation of an itch he barely lifted one hip, reaching back to scratch at his butt, not caring one bit for hygiene.

It was completely unlike him. Soon Drew felt a pressure building in his stomach. He shifted a bit and opened his mouth, letting out an unearthly belch that sounded in the entire hall. Soon others were clapping and Drew felt a sense of pride swell up inside of him. It was going to be a glorious night.

***

Bamboo wind chimes clanked on the soft breezes, giving the gift shop a bit of atmosphere, if the wide hut could indeed be called that. There were no cash registers, no prices...Justin wondered just how much the others had paid on his behalf but Ryan had said he got an incredible discount. It seemed everything in the gift shop was free, as long as people observed the honor system... or didn't.

Justin wandered along the aisles, taking in everything there was to offer. He was a little surprised there weren't the common items like shampoos and soaps. He hadn't seen any in his room either. There were pocket knives, longer knives, denim and leather and rubber and polyester loin clothes, there were countless kinds of Jade Island alcohol although they all were a shade of green between lime and forest.

Justin turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes settling on a thirteen inch piece of stone carved into a penis. The large object was sittin on a shelf, displaying a number of stone rings around it. Justin's eyes raveled down to several bins holding the same rings in different sizes. He swallowed a bit in awe that they would be so open. For a moment he wondered if Ryan had accidentally taken them to an 'all guys' island instead of an all guys island... but his curiosity was peaked, he couldn't deny it. He wandered along the aisle, noticing several bottles of la gel like substance. It was Jade Island lube. Justin looked around before he picked up a bottle, opening the lid. He gave it a slight squeeze and inhaled the scent.

"UGH!" Justin exclaimed, nearly falling backwards into the shelf behind him. The smell was rancid, like sweat and musk and someone that hadn't showered in a month. The stuff was absolutely putrid and Justin couldn't clear his sinuses. He closed his eyes, trying to shake the image out of his head... the image of what it would take to get smelling that foul. No showers, no brushing teeth, absolutely no care for one's self. Justin headed out of the gift shop as fast as he could, putting as much distance between himself and it as he could... before he came to a stop.

Justin looked down at his hands, realizing he was still holding the bottle of lube. He blushed furiously at that. He almost felt like he was stealing, and if he wasn't he still didn't know why he had taken it. Justin looked back at the gift shop, realizing how far away it was... It was practically closer to walk back to their bungalow now... And he'd opened it after all... Justin tucked the bottle under his arm and began walking back to somewhere more private.

***

Ryan's brown eyes peered around the table at his competitors, trying to figure out if they were holding good hands and trying to hide it, or panicking from the lack of anything good and trying to act tough. Rodrigo was sipping at his beer, the golden-green droplets of the liquid collecting as droplets at the end of his mustache. Zeke's skin was so dark he practically blended into the shadows in the corner... and the fourth player hadn't even given his name, just a grunt. Normally he was quite good at reading people but he'd never tried after four bottles of beer and an entire pitcher of grog. Ryan was plastered, sweat clinging to his brow, his hair soaked with it. He was also down to his last chip.

Ryan looked back to the cards in his hand, trying not to seem giddy. He had no idea if he was succeeding, for all he knew he was giggling like a school girl. Ryan had in his hand a full house, a pretty strong hand in some aspects. Everyone considered their cards before Rodrigo spoke up.

"Place bets now." He said gruffly.

"Twenty." Zeke said. Ryan looked at his last chip, a twenty. The nameless gentlemen tossed in twenty and then twenty more. Eyes fell onto Ryan. Ryan swallowed. He didn't want to be out... He knew he had a good hand. Still, it was too rich for his blood.

"Give you loan... Favor if you lose." Rodrigo said. Ryan considered before he nodded. Rodrigo tossed him a five piece. Ryan was crestfallen.

"Same deal kid?" Zeke asked. Ryan looked down at his cards before he nodded. Zeke tossed in another five. Ryan felt his stomach sink, it had all the hallmarks that he was being taken. The nameless player tossed Ryan a ten piece and merely grinned.

"Two favors..." He grunted. Rodrigo tossed in his match to the bet, as did Zeke. Soon they were all matched up.

"What do you have kid?" Rodrigo asked. Ryan grinned.

"Full house!" He declared, laying out the cards. The three let out a whistle of surprise... and then they laid out their cards. Four of a kind, straight flush, and a royal flush. Ryan looked stunned. He had lost and now he owed four favors. He was too drunk and too disappointed to realize all the hands weren't possible to have at the same time... all he was able to notice was that his poker buddies were unzipping their pants. Ryan looked around, a musky scent reaching his nose.

Ryan looked back at the table, considering for a moment. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... He had to do worse to get his frat brothers here in the first place. Ryan stood up and untied his shorts, letting them fall to the ground. The other three descended on Ryan, moving over. Soon he had grimy hands working at his torso, rubbing his nipples, cupping his ass, groping his shaft. He groaned softly before Rodrigo pushed his mouth to Ryan's, their kiss tasting of beer.

Zeke dropped to all fours behind Ryan, reaching up to caress his pale ass, pulling the cheeks apart before he leaned in, inhaling Ryan's scent before his tongue emerged. Ryan shivered as he felt the hot, wet tongue working at his hole before it plunged in. Zeke's tongue slathered in and out, probing Ryan deeply before the nameless player pulled Zeke back. Zeke clattered to the ground, watching as the big man moved behind Ryan. Ryan gasped into the kiss with Rodrigo as a hot, moist shaft began to slide up and down between his cheeks. Zeke crawled around, nuzzling Ryan's groin between Rodrigo's legs. Ryan glanced down long enough to see the dark lips take his cock in. Ryan moaned, his mouth remaining open long enough for Rodrigo to fill it with his tongue.

Ryan was soon lost in a sea as he felt hands around his nipples, his waist, his head. He was at their mercy... and he liked it. There was a grunt in Ryan's ear before the cock that had been sliding up and down between his ass cheeks moved. The huge cock head began pushing into his ring of muscle. Ryan moaned, sucking down Rodrigo's tongue, thrusting his hips into Zeke's grateful mouth.

The room soon devolved into a series of slurping and sloshing noises, everything so sloppy and wild. Ryan grunted as his nipples were tugged and Rodrigo broke the kiss, bringing out his own massive uncut member. He pulled the foreskin back and released the thick scent of left over cum. The smell was so wrong it was right. Ryan needed that flavor. He bent down over Zeke, his tongue stretching out. When that flavor of lust hit his tongue, all of Ryan's few scruples melted away. His lips wrapped greedily around that cock and he began sucking like a champ. His tongue cleaned Rodrigo's shaft as Zeke cleaned his, the mysterious cock pumping his ass. Ryan hoped the vacation would never end.

[Day 2]

The noon sun was high in the sky and still the occupants of the bungalow did not stir from their slumber. The scents of their debauchery had pooled in a rancid cloud but still they had barely stirred after a day of the most carnal pleasures they had ever experienced. Justin was passed out on his back rather than his side, snoring gently as his oddly hairy chest rose and fell. His morning wood was so hard and so long that his tented underwear was stretched away from his body, revealing his hard cock shaft. A strange green stain had soaked the cotton but the source was soon revealed, the half empty bottle of rank lube lying by Justin's head.

In the next bed Drew was practically hibernating, lying without any covers. He had always had a bit of mass to him but he looked far different than he had arriving on the island. His stomach was significantly rounder, his pecs having filled with a bit of fat. The massive round of flesh was splattered with the remnants of one of his many meals, a satisfied look on his sleeping face as he reached up to scratch one of his wide nipples in his sleep.

In the far corner Mikey was murmuring in his sleep, his hand grazing his morning wood. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out as if he was licking something in his sleep before he murmured happily. A green stain was spreading in his underwear as well, but it came from his own tainted precum that was a mysterious mint color. Mikey rolled over, draping his arm over the end of his bed, his underarm boasting a dense forest of pit hair.

Ryan was sleeping the most shallowly, tossing and turning. His hair was matted with sweat and cum, his bush soaked with pre. He'd been doused in practically every fluid the night before. He had been far too tired to bathe and too drunk to even remember where the shower had been. He'd collapsed into bed, contaminating the sheets with the fluids of sex... He'd gotten some sleep but something wasn't right. Ryan murmured, opening his eyes. The source of the oddity was painfully obvious, a yellowed sock draped across his pillow. Ryan screwed up his nose and got out of bed.

"Ugh, Justin..." He murmured, remembering when Justin had tossed off his socks to go to the pool. He picked up the sock and moved over to where Justin was sleeping, tossing the sock on his face. Justin snored through the sock, getting a lung full of the stink before his eyes opened and he put the sock aside. He looked up at Ryan in confusion.

"Morning?" He grunted.

"Keep your socks in your own bed dude..." Ryan murmured. Justin lifted an eyebrow before he lifted his foot up, waggling his toes in front of Ryan's face. Ryan could smell everything Justin had walked on; piss, pre, beer, cum, even the rancid lube. It was terrible, but... it made Ryan horny, imagining what a dirty boy he'd be if that turned him on.

"What, you don't like the raw stink of male? I thought that was the plan?" Justin asked, sounding a lot tougher than he had before coming to the island, the stubble on his cheeks quite a bit thicker than he'd ever grown in one night of not shaving. Ryan looked at the waggling toes before he moaned, grabbing Justin's foot. He opened his lips and slid the big toe into his mouth, sucking and slurping on it. Justin grinned, "Yeah, you're a dirty toe sucker aren't you?" Justin asked, grunting. He reached over and grabbed his bottle of lube, popping the lid.

Mikey sniffed at the air, moaning, reaching down to grope himself in his sleep. Drew rolled over onto his rotund stomach and started humping his mattress. Justin squirted the thick, creamy green lube onto his hand before he tugged his underwear down with one hand. The lube covered hand slurped as it wrapped around the shaft and started stroking up and down, wet and sloppy. The green lube was smeared all over the painfully hard shaft, coating it from piss slit to base, leaking around his balls.

Just as Ryan got one toe clean he moved onto the next, savoring the flesh, the flavors. He reached down and dropped his own underwear, grabbing his cock. He started thrusting wildly, moaning around the toe he sucked on, stroking the sole of Justin's foot with the hand that held it aloft. Justin's foot was huge, so much bigger than he remembered, so delicious.

"You suck good... You suck long time. Me maybe let you suck more..." Justin grunted in his daze of lust, his cock looking absolutely green as he worked it. What Justin didn't notice was that his cock had gotten longer during the night... and it was stretching longer now. He was at least ten inches when he woke up but each stroke brought a few centimeters more. Before long he was over eleven inches of long, veined, fat cock.

Ryan traded toes, then traded again. Soon all the toes were clean and he moved to lick the sole of Justin's foot. Justin grunted out and then moaned, his cock spurting thick globs of green cum all over his chest, soaking his chest hair. Ryan dropped the foot and pounced onto Justin, licking his chest clean before he moaned, Ryan cumming all over Justin's crotch, his cum still a pearly white. Ryan collapsed against Justin, the two enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms and falling into another round of sleep.

***

While everyone had been too busy to find their way to the eating hall when first reaching the island, it was packed to the brim the second night. Justin, Mikey and Ryan walked up towards the hall, all taking their time. Drew had headed off ahead of time to meet Koji apparently. Justin led the other two, his stride a bit of a swagger. His huge feet gripped the stones with surety, his furry cheeks framing a grin of yellowed unbrushed teeth; his denim cut offs stained green in the front and bulged over his huge, hard cock. Mikey was grinning and grunting to all the men they passed, the black tuft of goatee hanging from his chin even longer, black hair spread across his chest. Every man that passed Ryan had to sniff at him before grunting happily, looking at how messy he had gotten.

As the three moved into the eating hall they looked around, eventually spotting Drew. Drew was sitting at a center table stuffing his face with balls of meatloaf, sitting next to what appeared to be a very hairy sumo wrestler. Koji almost looked more Mongolian after a day and a half on the island, his face coated in a soft black beard, his hair looking almost more like a main. He weighed at least three hundred pounds but his limbs betrayed a muscle beneath the fat. Koji held up a giant leg of turkey to Drew and he opened his mouth, gulping down at the meat before grunting happily to Koji. Justin led Ryan and Mikey to the table, sitting down next to Drew.

"You try this, so good..." Drew muttered. Mikey looked at Drew's stubble and then at Justin's. Justin's facial hair was thicker than Drew's. Mikey shivered happily. He loved how hairy they were. He reached up to rub his hand up and down his goatee almost like he was masturbating. He looked at Ryan, disappointed that he didn't have any hair. Justin reached across the table and picked up a slab of chicken, popping it into his mouth. He grunted happily, savoring the flavor.

There was a clank as huge mugs of green grog were set down. Koji and Drew practically tore them from the waiters' hands. Ryan and Mikey lifted their drinks high and tipped them back, guzzling the booze down. Justin was about to when he felt a pressure at his crotch. Justin looked down to see a smooth cheeked face. The kid looked to barely be eighteen, shaggy black hair framing his face, his skin looking olive. The kid nuzzled his bulge and licked at the stained denim.

Justin reached down and unzipped his pants, letting his foot long cock out. The boy practically fainted before he started licking Justin's cock, slurping his tongue around the head. Justin grabbed the boy's head with his left hand and shoved the boy around his cock, using his face like a sex toy while he grabbed the mug of grog with his right hand, guzzling it down, some dripping messily into his facial hair. It was good to be on spring break.

[Day 3]

Smoke billowed from the windows of the Bungalow, almost as thick as a cloud inside. The tip of Drew's cigar glowed brightly as he inhaled, drawing the fumes in for a moment before he let them spill out from his lips. In the days since arriving on the island he had become a new man... and weighed as much as two of them. His brown hair was now a dark black, the stubble on his upper lip had thickened into a mustache and his cock had outgrown all the underwear he brought with him. Drew had opted for a loin cloth but Koji has suggested covering Drew's cock with a warm and receptive mouth. Who was Drew to disagree?

Drew took another puff, smiling as he heard the slurps and felt Koji's warm mouth around his groin, letting the hungry slut do the work for him. Drew glanced across the room to where Justin was similarly reclining and enjoying a nice cigar as well. Drew had to admire how manly Justin seemed, not thinking it odd that his friend's dishwater blond hair was now a dark brown, that his pale skin was a richer olive than an Italian. All Drew knew was that J.K. looked good.

Justin drew in the smoke from his cigar and held it before he exhaled, the tendrils of smoke curling around him, almost looking for a moment like an extension of his beard. In only three days of spring break Justin had grown a dense, curly brown beard that not only covered his cheeks, chin and upper lip but it jutted out beneath his jaw, already three inches long. Justin's arms were swollen with muscle, his hips wide, his shoulders broad. Even his neck seemed thicker with muscle.

Justin reached down, tangling his hands in Ryan's hair, keeping the hungry cock sucker in his place. Ryan had been sucking Justin off for two hours, receiving one load of cum after the other. Justin guffawed at the thought that Ryan might never leave before he let go of Ryan's head and grabbed the bottle of lube from the store. Justin popped the lid and opened his mouth, spraying the disgusting salty green slime onto his tongue, gulping at it. He had apparently been doing that a lot, his lips seemed as green as the lube he was drinking.

"Where Mikey? He miss good time." Drew commented after a long moment, taking another draw from his cigar.

"He go get nose pierced... But that long time ago. Maybe find friend." Justin said, leaning back, moaning happily as he felt two of Ryan's bottom teeth graze the underside of his shaft. Ryan groped both of Justin's balls with his hands, trying to draw cum from them. He had grown addicted to the taste, not realizing it was the same thing that Justin was drinking. Ryan was ahead of the curve from drinking so much cum. His ears had stretched to tips, his nipples had turned a dark green, his entire skin tone seemed well more than olive. His hands and feet were huge and Ryan could not get the will power to remove himself from Justin's cock, it tasted far too good.

Drew licked his teeth, his mouth still full of the flavors of meals from the last three days. He murmured, thinking of the delicious ham before he groaned, spraying his spunk into Koji's mouth. Koji greedily drank the seed down for a few swallows before he let his cheeks swell with it. Koji pulled himself off of Drew's cock and leaned up, pressing his bearded face to Drew's. Drew kissed Koji and as their lips opened, Drew tasted his own spunk filling his mouth. He chugged it down, pulling Koji onto his lap, humping the man wildly... unaware that the green liquid pouring from his cock was leaving the flesh it touched just as green, spreading out slowly.

***

Deep, satisfied grunts came from behind Mikey, only encouraging him more. Mikey was grinning wide, his eyes shut in pleasure, the boy impaled on the fat cock of the man that had pierced him. A thick gold ring hung from Mikey's septum and he was riding the piercing artist's cock like a cowboy, slamming up and down. Mikey's hair had grown longer, hanging across his shoulders. His goatee tuft hung all the way to his nipples, each sporting their own gold rings. Short black stubble covered his cheeks and upper lip, no where near as long as his goatee. The other patrons gazed at Mikey, admiring his piercings just as much as their own... although there was much to see.

So trapped in pleasure, Mikey had not witnessed the change of those around him. With each flagon of mead, pitcher of beer, bottle of lube and load of cum... The men were changing at an accelerated pace. The man beneath Mikey was letting out bestial grunts as his voice got deeper, sweat rolling down his face. He looked like he was ill for a moment as his skin tinged green, but the tinge grew stronger. The man fucking the boy was soon mint green, then emerald, and finally a deep forest green. His dark brown eyes soon seemed almost red as more and more color flooded into them. Thick meaty green hands pawed at Mikey's chest, twisting and tugging on the boy's green nipples.

The other patrons around Mikey were changing too, trying to make out as their bottom lips pushed out, tusks stretching up. Their pointed ears heard everything... How heated and wild the music outside had come, the panting and grunting from all over the resort. Soon four orcs were looking around at each other in pride before they spotted poor Mikey, his body only part way to joining them. The largest orc in the room moved over to Mikey, hefting up his fourteen inch uncut cock, an amble supply of foreskin hanging over the tip.

"Me give you gift, you be brother..." The orc said. Mikey opened his eyes, shock flooding his system as he saw the monster before him... and the others around him... and the green hands on his chest, the green nipples they played with. Mikey suddenly realized what was going on, what had been happening. The resort was changing them, tainting them, corrupting them. Their minds had been warped by the obscene. Mikey even remembered the bathroom and he started to drool, remembering that pit stink before he remembered his shock.

Mikey tried to climb off the cock in his ass only to be held down. He was so horny, so lusty, so afraid. He grunted and growled, feeling the moist tip of the orc before him pressing the shaft to his tip. The orc gave a fanged grin to Mikey before he stretched his rancid foreskin over Mikey's cut cock. Mikey gasped and stopped struggling, feeling how wet and warm the skin was over his cock head. Soon the orc was sliding the flesh back and forth, getting it over not only Mikey's head but also part of his shaft.

Mikey fell back against the orc beneath him, panting and grunting. Soon he was humping that foreskin and riding the cock beneath him with renewed vigor. Mikey knew nothing but pleasure. A third orc moved over, grabbing Mikey's goatee to tug his mouth open wider. He pulled his foreskin back to reveal the day old globs of green that had collected there. The smell was brain curdling to Mikey... which only made him want it more. He opened his mouth wide and stretched out his tongue, soon receiving the cock in his mouth.

With hefty slurps and sucks, Mikey was receiving action at three ends. The forth orc moved over, double fisting his cock, feeling left out... but seeing Mikey taken by the three orcs was enough and soon he came, his rancid cum spraying out in the same texture and scent of the lube that was so popular on the island. The hot slime hit Mikey's chest and rolled down it, sliding into his bush. The orc beneath Mikey called out next as he howled, pulling Mikey as tightly down as he could around that cock.

Mikey gasped as the cum flooded his ass, spreading warmth and heat into him. Mikey couldn't see it but he could almost tell that his ass hole was getting green, strong, wide. His cheeks pulled apart to give easy access, his stomach growling in hunger. The orc jerking his foreskin off over Mikey's cock was the next to howl, letting out a roar that sounded across the island.

The cum flooded the foreskin, trapped around Mikey's cock head before it oozed out from the foreskin, some even seeming to flood into Mikey's cock. Mikey howled as well, his member orgasming in response. The orc pulled his foreskin back slowly, revealing inch after inch of Mikey's shaft.... And then his own foreskin. Mikey was no longer cut, his cock protected by the same delicious flesh his friend had... and it was green.

Two cocks were cumming on Mikey's chest and one was filling his ass. His fourteen inch cock was spraying into the air as the flesh turned green, spreading down, his manhood getting even fatter. But Mikey's attentions were entirely on the orc feeding him, the cock stuffed in his mouth. It had been minutes that Mikey sucked and gulped, his tongue tasting every inch of his head cheese, licking his shaft clean so he could start over.

When the orc fucking Mikey's face looked down to see green spreading over the boy's body, the sight was too beautiful and he lost his hold. His balls seized, his cock pulsed and a huge flood of cum filled Mikey's mouth. Mikey guzzled the cum, he even chugged it... but there was so much his body couldn't keep ahead. Green cum sprayed from Mikey's nose, soaking into the stubble on his upper lip, streaming from the ring that hung there. More dripped from his mouth, running down in rivulets along his goatee before dripping onto his black bush and green cock.

Mikey was being bathed in cum, filled from both ends. They showered him with it like a baptism and his body grew. His pecs filled out, his arms got huge, his feet and hands were larger. Hair coated his chest, even his back, his pits full of hair... and he was a deep green orc covered with black hair. His bottom lip jutted out before two thick tusks rose up. Every gulp Mikey took, the tusks seemed to rise higher, holding the cock in the perfect position in his lips.

It had seemed like an eternity but at long last the five orcs were too exhausted to continue. The three in front of Mikey lay down onto the floor to hump and grind against each other and Mikey laid back on the lap of the one who had started to usher him into his true life. Mikey grinned wide, knowing the same fate had awaited his friends.

[Day 4]

The roar and crackling of the bon fire could practically be heard from anywhere on Jade Island, and even if it had failed to draw all of the visitors then the sound of roars and grunts and clinking glasses would have succeeded. Barrels of wine and beer had been opened up, entire roasted animals cooked for the feast. Cum and piss flew into the bushes as the gathered orcs refused to restrain themselves.

Justin led his hoard up the steps to the very center, running a green hand through his long brown beard, the end tickling the top of his muscled stomach. He was by far the strongest of the four. Drew was just behind but stood taller, and wider, than the others, dripping with sweat and saliva. Mikey walked around naked, his sixteen inch cock hanging low and dripping constantly, a beacon of lust to anyone... and Ryan was eyeing every other orc, his mouth watering in need, his cheeks still smooth.

"You go good, join. Sex time soon!" An orc said, moving up to them. He reached up and gave Justin an earring, the gold clip leading to a chain from which a fang hung from. Justin grunted in thanks before advancing. Drew received two gold rings on either side of his bottom lip before he continued. Ryan received a silver ring in the center of his bottom lip to indicate his status as a clan whore, and Mikey accepted two thick but small gold rings in either ear. It was a mark of manliness, of acceptance... and it was time to enjoy their new bodies as a clan in a two day orgy... It was truly the best spring break ever.