The Island, Chapter 19_(0)

Chapter 19

After my morning’s excitement with Alyssa, I wanted a little me time. I pulled on my clothes and set off southwestward along the slope of the volcanic peak on the South end of the island. As far as I knew, no one had explored this part of the island yet. The jungle was fairly dense as I skirted the steep slope, until I ran into another game trail that seemed to head in the general direction I was going. Following the trail made things much easier, and soon I was able to catch glimpses of the smaller beach—the one past the mouth of the stream—below me through the trees. The vegetation thinned as I got closer to the end of the island, and the terrain was definitely more rocky. I began to hear clucking sounds as I hiked, and wondered if I might see some of the elusive chickens we had heard now and then.

I crept quietly along the path, trying desperately not to spook the creatures, and eventually spied a small flock of runty, multicolored hens and a single rooster pecking around a fallen tree. I studied the situation, wondering if I could somehow use my shirt to net one of the birds. Then I saw an opening in the rocky face of the mountain that seemed about 8 feet across. It looked like a small cave, and I suspected I could drive some of them into it if I were careful. Lining myself up opposite the cave from the chickens, I hid behind a tree, and made a loud cawing noise. I didn’t want to freak them out, just get them moving away from me. A few squawks emanated from the flock, and when I peeked out, they had indeed fled a few feet from the unfamiliar noise. I crawled forward to another tree, and repeated the maneuver, this time driving them all the way up to the rock wall. The cave was now clearly visible, and fortunately the mountain threw out two fingers of rock that made a natural funnel aimed at the cave. With a little luck, I could panic the dimwitted poultry into the cave and trap them there.

Taking off my shirt, I leapt out from behind the tree with a shriek, and waving the fabric like a flag charged the group of clucking fowl like a madman. They squawked in panic, wings flapping ineffectually, and scattered away from me in a disorganized mob. At least three of them dove right into the cave, and I ignored the rest to concentrate on the ones I had a chance in catching. Reaching the cave mouth, I stopped, surveying the interior. It was fairly short, about 8 by 6 feet at the mouth, tapering to about 3 feet across at the far end, which was 8 feet or so in. There were two hens and a rooster inside, running around in a panic. I held my shirt next to me to widen the barrier to escape, and looked around frantically for some way to nab them.

A small tree grew near the cave mouth, and by reaching to my arm’s limit, I was able to snag a branch and pull it toward me. I broke off as much as I could, and ended up with a 6 -foot section of leafy twigs. It was fairly dense foliage, and I figured I could use it as a net to trap them against the cave wall. I inched forward until I was halfway to the back, the frightened birds now pressed against the back wall, where it was narrowest. I didn’t think I’d get a better chance, so made my move. I leapt forward, the branch held sideways in front of me, and plastered all three against the rock with a lucky lunge. The squawks were deafening as I held them against the wall, reaching through the leaves to grab the legs of the first hen. Thinking quickly, I popped it into my shirt, which immobilized it reasonably well. The second pullet was just as easy to snag, and I crammed it in the shirt with the other one. The rooster looked fairly angry, and I was a little nervous because I thought I remembered them as having spurs they could fight with. I slowly reached for the thing, and was rewarded for my caution with a painful peck on the hand. I withdrew quickly, and vowed no stupid bird was going to get the better of me. I jabbed the branch at the clucking little bastard, knocking him off balance, and then snatched his legs right out from under him. Once I had him dangling upside down, he seemed to lose all fight, and hung motionless. I dropped the branch and picked up the shirt carefully with the other hand, gathering the waist together and holding it upside down, so that chicken legs were now protruding from the neck and arm holes. Neither hen appeared to be particularly alarmed, and sat in their makeshift net without complaint.

I jogged down the trail toward camp, feeling pretty badass. The mighty hunter returns with his game! I ran as fast as I could without jostling the birds too much, as I didn’t want them falling out, or pecking me again. Maybe I wasn’t so mighty after all, but I did have my game. Minutes later I crossed the stream, and soon was at the pool. Logan, Brandon, and Juhee, along with Dakota and Summer, were all taking a dip, and were a little alarmed when I strode up, wild-eyed and dangling poultry from both arms.

“Help me, guys! I caught some chickens!” They crowded around in wonder, and I enlisted the younger ones to collect a few suitcases to confine them in temporarily. They ran off excitedly, and I turned to the hippie chicks. “Did you have chickens on your farm, along with the goats?”

“As a matter of fact we did,” said Dakota. “Where did you find them?”

“At the south end of the island. There are more, but I could only catch these. Do you think you guys could help Horace put together some kind of coop?”

“Yeah,” Rain replied. “No problem. They’re pretty easy to make. We’ll get right to work.”

We trooped to the beach, where a crowd was now collecting to meet our new pets. The kids ran up with 3 duffel bags, and we were able to slip the birds inside them without losing them. I plopped down onto the sand, dripping sweat, and guzzled a bottle of water. I let the others work on the new chicken coop while I snagged a little food for myself.

Joelle and Janie strode up; it was good to see them becoming friends. “How did you do that?” Joelle asked in amazement, gesturing at the suitcases full of chicken.

I recounted my adventure, and the ladies congratulated me, giving me a caveman feeling: me good provider! We chatted for a while, and I had a sudden thought. “Hey, Janie. I’m already sweaty. You want to do another TKD class?”

“Sure,” she answered. “I could use a little exercise. How about you, Joelle? You want to learn?”

“Maybe another time,” she demurred. “I just got back from a long walk. Rain took me across the island to the beach on the other side to see if anything new had washed up. I’m pretty beat.”

I changed into my uniform, as we had decided to continue the tradition of dressing out for practices. It seemed to focus everyone’s mind and get them in the mood for serious exercise. Janie gathered up the girls, and I collected the boys. We again invited anyone who wanted to join us, and this time our offer was accepted by Megan and Emma, of all people. I guess being cheerleaders they were used to regular exercise, too, and we were the only organized game in town at the moment. In my mind I idly toyed with the idea of suggesting they resume cheer training. I could imagine a line of scantily clad young lovelies doing high kicks and cartwheels on the beach, and it made my cock twitch in interest. Maybe another time….

One everyone was changed, we ran through a basic warm-up. The two new girls were unfamiliar with many of the exercises we did, but they were pretty simple and they were able to follow along without much difficulty. I set Christopher to teaching some basic tenets of breathing, stances, punches and blocking to the cheerleaders, figuring he would like the attention of the young ladies. I wasn’t sure if they swung both ways or were dedicated muff-divers only, but he could try.

Janie led the remainder of the class, and we alternated between forms and sparring practice to keep it fresh. After an hour of hard work we broke off, and I had another brilliant idea: in keeping with our after-class pool-party tradition, we could hike up to the crater lake and have a real pool-party and picnic. I floated the idea to the group and it was well-received. I suggested everyone wash out their uniforms to keep them from stinking, and then collect some food and clothing and put them in carry-on bags or backpacks. We had plenty of these from the luggage. I collected my own, and grabbed one of our precious flashlights just in case we came home later than expected.

Within 15 minutes we were trooping along the game trail in a long line. Megan taught the kids a marching song she had learned in Girl Scouts, and the whole crew was belting it out lustily as we made our way past the waterfall and began climbing the slope of the mountain, following the stream.

It took about 30 minutes of hard climbing to reach the top, and the kids marveled at the panoramic view from the summit. We filed in through the narrow opening that released the headwaters of the stream, and there were shouts of delight as the children discovered the lake. Janie had wisely advised everyone to hike in something suitable for bathing, so we all jumped in immediately, the girls shrieking as they hit the cold water.

Some of the boys discovered an overhang like the one from which River had jumped yesterday. Soon a steady stream of cannonballs was hitting the water below. A couple of the girls joined them, while I saw several others trying to dive down and touch bottom. The two cheerleaders were lying on the flat rock catching some rays, and I swam over to talk to them.

“What do you girls think of the lake?” I asked, resting my crossed arms on the rock, my chin on my wrists.

“It’s pretty cool, Mr. Connor,” Megan said enthusiastically. “Thanks for inviting us.” She leaned back again with her eyes closed, enjoying the sun. I was enjoying her young body, and her friend’s. They were both in tiny bikinis, I guess the only kind of bathing suit a self-respecting cheerleader would own. Erect nipples were plainly visible tenting the wet fabric of their tops, and the bottoms were displaying serious camel toes. Knowing just what was under those little triangles of fabric, and what they were doing this morning, only aroused me further. I felt an enormous erection growing. With their eyes closed, I was free to study their nubile young bodies at will, and after a moment realized I was free to indulge myself at will as well.

“Call me Dave,” I insisted. “Did you like our Tae Kwon Do class?” I asked nonchalantly, while slipping my cock out of my suit and stroking it under the water with one hand, while hanging on to the rock with the other.

“Yeah,” answered Emma. “We needed some exercise. I’d like to keep doing it if that’s OK with you.” She leaned on her elbow, squinting at me in the sun.

I was careful not to make my pumping hand noticeable to her as I continued pleasuring myself. It was quite a rush to be jerking off right in front of a lovely teenage girl without her knowledge. “We’d love to have you join us,” I said. “Do you think any of the other girls would want to participate? We can go over some self-defense tips so you guys can learn to protect yourselves.” I ran my thumb over my swollen glans, imagining her full lips surrounding my meat.

“Probably,” she said. “We’ve all been pretty lazy since we got here, but most of us are used to regular exercise. It would be good to get back into a routine.” She rolled over onto her belly, twisting herself to face her friend. This placed her ass pointed at me, and I admired the way her bathing suit was hiked tightly up her crack. “What do you think, Emma?”


Emma opened her eyes briefly. “I guess so,” she said, considering.