A Lost Island
The five, black football players were on their way to the Bermuda islands to shoot a commercial when a strange cloud appeared. As the plane flew into the cloud it started to get engine problems and soon the engines had cut out and they were going down. Down on the island two people, a man and a woman stood and watched the strange cloud as something they did not understand fell from the cloud and into the water. As the man and woman looked at the water, two men hit the surface, then three more. Five men suddenly swam towards them and then dragged themselves up onto the beach. “You all okay?” Tyrone asked the others. “Jesus, I thought we were dead for sure,” Trevon said as the five guys slowly got up on their feet. “I fucking knew it, I knew something bad was going to happen. We were flying to Bermuda. The fucking Bermuda triangle,” Willie called out. “You can’t be serious man, that shit is just superstition,” Tyrone said. “Then how do you explain that strange cloud that came out of nowhere?” Willie said. “He’s got a point man,” Trevon said. “You there! Who are you!” The black men heard as they looked up and saw a white man and woman standing on the beach pointing spears at them. The white man and woman weren’t wearing much at all, the man just wore a loincloth covering his crotch, and the woman wore a skimpy cloth covering her bottom and breasts. “Our plane just went down, we need to call for help,” Tyrone told them. “What is this plane? And why is your skin so dark?” The white man said, pointing his spear at them. “Are you gods? You fell from the sky,” the white woman said, looking at them looking confused still holding her spear. “Dark skin? What the fuck are you talking about, our plane just crashed!” Antwan said, looking angry. “Chill dawg… Look, my name’s Tyrone, this is Antwan, Trevon, James and Willie. And we’re not gods, we just need to get to a phone, all right?” Tyrone told them as the white man and woman seemed confused by how they talked. “We know not of this phone, nor of this plane you talk about,” the white man said as he still held his spear, but started to lower it a bit. “Then how do you get off of this island, is there any boats?” Tyrone then asked. “No one dares to go too far out in the water. There are many large sea creatures who can swallow you whole. There are stories of those in the past who tried going out on the water, but they all came back exhausted or worse, dead,” the white man told them. “And why would anyone go out there, there is only Eramura anyway,” the woman told them. “Eramura?” Tyrone asked? “This is Eramura, the land,” the woman said, looking a bit bewildered that these men did not know Eramura. “Well is there someone that might be able to help us?” Tyrone then asked them. “Maybe one of the elders knows something?” the woman said to the white man. “Yes, you have to come with us, it will be dark soon, and there are many dangerous creatures out at night.” The white man told them as Tyrone looked at the other black men and nodded yeah. As they started walking the man and woman still had their spears up as they had not ever seen such black men before. “Are you all hunters of the night, is that why your skin is so black?” The woman looked rather intrigued at Tyrone. “No, our skin is dark because we’re black,” Tyrone told her as the woman looked like she wasn’t too sure what that meant. “Yo, these people haven’t even heard of black people, I’m starting to think Willie was onto something about the Bermuda triangle.” Antwan quietly told Tyrone. “Don’t you start as well,” Tyrone told him. “Well, how the hell do you explain all this then?” Antwan said just as they walked up to a clearing in the forest. “Here’s our village.” The white man said. It quickly became Bostancı Escort clear that there were no real houses in the village, just huts made out of wood. And the people all looked at the black men as they walked through the village. As they walked up to one of the campfires, there sat an older man and woman, as the man walked up to them and said something. As the old man and woman looked up at the five black men who now stood in front of them, they also got a surprised look on their faces as they had also never seen men of color before. The old woman got up and walked over to Willie who stood nearest to her, as she started to look him over. She then leaned up and took a hold of Willie’s jaw as she moved his head looking at him, opening his mouth and looking into his mouth. Willie was rather confused so he just went along with it, as she then squeezed his arm and nodded. “They look like men to me, and very strong men at that,” she said as she walked back and sat down again. “We were told that you might be able to help us?” Tyrone then said as the old woman looked at him and made some motions. “The village council will talk this over, you will sleep here tonight and tomorrow we will talk again.” The old woman told them. After getting some fruit to eat the black men were taken to a hut where they could sleep. “What do you think Tyrone?” Antwan asked as they laid down in their beds made out of twigs and cloth. “I don’t know man, doesn’t look like they have any idea how to call for help,” Tyrone said. “Maybe we’ll just wake up tomorrow and find out that it’s all just been a bad dream,” Trevon said. Being exhausted they all fell asleep as the night came over the village. As morning came they were awoken by some noises as the sun shone through the opening of their hut. “You must get up now.” The woman that had found them on the beach told them as she had stepped into their hut. As they got up and stepped outside, they noticed that there were four other women, all very beautiful, standing there waiting for them. “We must see that you are bathed and cleaned before you see the village council. We also have these for you to wear after.” She held up a bunch of loincloths, which were the only thing the men in the village seem to be wearing. “Now come.” The woman from yesterday took Tyrone’s hand as the other women each took one of the other black men. “What’s your name?” Tyrone then asked the woman. “I am Noa,” she told him. Even with all that had happened, Tyrone couldn’t help but check out this gorgeous woman, Noa, who walked with him. “So that man who was with you when you found us, is he your husband?” Tyrone asked Noa. “Husband? I don’t know this word,” she said, looking over at Tyrone. “You know, are the two of you together?” Tyrone then said as Noa looked at him for a moment and then realized what he was asking. “Oh, yes, Ebb is my man. We have been… together, for almost two summers now,” Noa told him as they got up to a small lake beside a waterfall. As they got up there the women all left the men standing next to the lake as they went in. They washed themselves for a moment as they then got rid of what little they were wearing, and they were all now completely nude. “Wow,” Antwan said as the black men looked at the five naked white women. The women were all quite slender, three of them blonde and two of them brunette as they washed each other. “You know, this might not be such a bad place to be stuck on after all,” Willie said, looking at the gorgeous women. “I hear that,” Trevon said. A moment later the women all got a piece of cloth as they turned to the men. “Why have you not taken those strange clothes off of you yet?” Noa asked them as she turned Bostancı Escort Bayan to Tyrone. “Oh, sorry,” Tyrone said as he and the other black men quickly started to get out of their clothes. As the women were getting ready to wash the black men, something they had done many times with their men from the village, they all started to look more and more intensely at the men. “I don’t think I have seen such strong men before.” One of the women said as they looked at the black men’s hard and muscled bodies. “Neither have I, I don’t even think Ebb comes close to being as strong as they are. Does he Noa?” One of the women asked Noa about her man, who was the village champion hunter. “No,” she said, looking at Tyrone as he stepped out of his underwear. “Are those…?” The women all looked startled at the black men’s manhoods, all of which hung down to their knees. None of the women knew what to say as they had never seen a man’s manhood even come close to the size of these black men’s. As the black men had taken all their clothes off, they looked over at the flabbergasted women who all had their eyes on their crotches. “Hrm.” Tyrone got a smug look on his face as he pretended to cough. “Oh.” Noa and the rest of the women snapped out of it as they yet again dipped the cloth they held in the water. Noa looked up at Tyrone as she got up to him and slowly started to run the cloth over his muscled chest, washing him, as the rest of the women were doing the same thing. “Do all the women wash the men in the village?” Tyrone asked Noa as she ran her washcloth along his muscled biceps. “No, just our men, I only wash Ebb. But we were to make sure that you were not dirty when you see the village council,” Noa told Tyrone. “Well, I’m very glad that you’re washing me, Noa,” Tyrone told her smiling. Surprisingly Noa felt proud that Tyrone felt that way as she smiled back at him. Noa took a deep breath as she moved down to his legs, not being able to resist from glancing over at his huge black manhood, as it appeared to grow even larger. As Noa moved to his other leg her breath caught Tyrone’s manhood as it jumped up a bit. “Oh!” Noa got a bit startled. “You okay?” Tyrone looked down at Noa who looked at his crotch and then up at him. “Y… yes. I’ve just never… seen such a big manhood before.” Noa felt herself getting warmer in a way she had never felt before. “Where I’m from, Black men are well known for their big cocks,” Tyrone said, looking down at Noa. “Cocks?” Noa said, not understanding the word. “It’s what you call a black man’s manhood. You can call it either a dick or a cock, I prefer cock though,” Tyrone told Noa. “Oh. Well, I’m sorry for being a bit startled by your… cock.” Noa said, not wanting Tyrone to think that she didn’t like him because she found herself wanting Tyrone to really like her. “That’s okay,” Tyrone said, smiling back at Noa as she started washing his leg again. “I hope I can return the favor and wash you someday,” Tyrone then said. “You would?” Noa said, smiling, feeling glad that Tyrone would like that. “It’s the least I can do after you’ve been so good to me,” Tyrone smiled as Noa felt proud that Tyrone felt that way. “Oh, but… well, maybe Ebb wouldn’t like that… I mean, he’s my man,” Noa said as she thought of Ebb. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” Tyrone said as he subtly took a step forward making his cock rub against Noa’s breast. “Oh.” As Noa felt his cock gently rub against her breast she took a deep breath feeling warm. “Maybe… maybe I should ask him…” Noa knew she should probably move her chest away from his cock, but she found herself liking the feeling of having it against her skin. “Aren’t you all done yet? The village Escort Bostancı council is waiting.” A villager came up from the path leading to the lake. As the women looked up at the sun, they realized that they had completely forgotten about the time as they had been washing the black men. “Oh, we are late, Emmi,” one of the other women said. “Please put this on.” Noa then handed Tyrone the loincloth. As the black men stepped into their loincloth, it was obvious that whoever had put them together had also never seen manhood the size of the black men’s. Their cocks were absolutely stuffed in there, showing off huge bulges. “Oh, we may need to make some larger cloths for you all,” Ria, another of the women said as she and the rest of the women saw how stuffed the loincloths looked. “It’ll be fine for now,” Tyrone said as the women also put on their cloths, covering up their breasts and bottoms. It was a very warm day, as the sun was right above them all the way back to the village. As the black men walked through the village only wearing their loincloths, they looked huge as the sweat really accentuated their muscles. The villagers were all out watching curiously as the black men walked through the village. Ebb and some of the other men were waiting outside the hut where the village council would meet. They all waited a few moments outside before they were let in, and as they did Noa couldn’t help but notice that Ebb didn’t seem very strong standing next to Tyrone. Ebb had been the champion of the village, the strongest man in the village for many summers, but now standing next to Tyrone, he didn’t seem very strong at all. Noa almost felt like Ebb looked rather weak next to this black man whom she had just met a mere day ago. In fact, all the white men who stood there looked small next to the black men. “You can go in now.” Ebb told them as Tyrone and the rest walked inside the hut. Inside the hut, there sat five men and five women, half of them elders and half of them young adults. “During the night, we have talked about the things you have told us, about your ‘plane’ and ‘phone’ I think it was. Unfortunately, we do not know any of these things,” Tou, one of the elder men told the black men. “I knew it-” Antwan said, looking a bit upset as Tyrone cut him off. “We appreciate you trying to help us,” Tyrone told him. As the black men stood in front the village council, they caught the women glancing down at their huge bulges in their loincloths more than once. “Though we can’t help you to get back home, we can offer you a place here with us in the village.” Ela, one of the women told the men. Tyrone looked at the others as they nodded, though it wasn’t what they had hoped for, it was the next best thing. “We would be honored to be a part of your village,” Tyrone told them. “Then it is settled, you will become a part of our village,” Ela said as all of the council nodded. “Perhaps you will even take part in The Challenge?” Tou then added. “Challenge?” Tyrone asked. “On Eramura, there are two villages, ours and the mountain village. The Challenge consists of several trials where five of our strongest men and women go up against five of their strongest men and women. Who ever wins The Challenge earns the right to possess the Tikra, a sacred relic that brings prosperity to the village that possess it,” Tou told the black men. “And what kind of trials are there?” Tyrone asked. “There are many trials, there are running, lifting, pushing and others,” Tou told them. “Well, we’re football players so that’s just up our alley,” Tyrone then told them as the rest of the black men nodded. “Football… players?” Tou asked, not knowing what those words meant. “Nevermind, we’ll do it. It’s the least we can do,” Tyrone told them. “Good, but of course first you will have to earn the right to go up against the other village. Starting tomorrow the men and women of our village will fight in similar trials to see who is chosen to compete against the other village,” Tou told them as he motioned for someone at the door.