CHAPTER FOUR DREW

Day Three

E rik was a timid, bashful guy. He turned away from me when he removed his clothes. He was smooth from head to toe, and his two palm-sized butt cheeks had me wishing I was between them. His black hair blew in the slight breeze, revealing a slender neck and the side of his beautiful face. Erik was delicate and petite with a softness that belied his deep voice. I guessed him to be maybe five foot seven, and perhaps a buck thirty or buck forty in weight. I wanted to encircle him in my arms and lift him off of his feet as I carried him to my den . He brought out the caveman in me. My desires and libido were heightened, and I knew I'd be in a fight to keep my sexual arousal under control for as long as we lasted in the game. There was one important thing you didn't do in this challenge. Tap. I desperately wanted to tap alright. As in, tap his ass. Holy shit he was fine.

"You'll need to get over the shyness," I said, cupping my balls but not hiding my cock. He turned around and covered his dick with a hand, the other hand doing what I wished I was doing, grazing over his six-pack abs. Obliques sharp enough to cut diamonds stood out on his sides. Erik might be tiny, but he had muscles. He'd said he studied all day but it looked like he did extreme core workouts instead.

His eyes examined my body. I enjoyed his appraisal of me and stood very still as he went from my face to my chest, lingering as he blushed when he caught my cock on display. He nervously licked his lower lip and diverted his gaze to the cameras set up on the beach of the river.

"They're filming?" he asked.

I nodded but did not move an inch. I wanted to see what his reaction to my nakedness would be. He tried to look away but returned his gaze as quickly as he'd looked away a second before. "You don't mind?" he added.

"Editing will fuzz out my privates," I explained. "Not that I care about stuff like that."

"And you're sure they'll hide my—"

"Your cock?" I interrupted. He nodded. "The only ones who see that are me and a crew of editors when the film is forwarded to the studios. We have ironclad contracts preventing them from sharing images," I reminded him.

He moved his hand and revealed a perfect circumcised cock. Black, well-trimmed pubic hair was barely visible above a nice thick shaft. His balls were neatly tucked under his dick. With a flat and ripped stomach, he looked like one of the delicious twinks I jerked off to in one of the many porn films I enjoyed. I had a thing for small, fit, and lean guys like Erik.

"What?" I mumbled, my mouth wide open as he waved his hands in front of me. Was he talking the whole time I was ogling him? I focused on his face for a change.

"I said shall we share what three items we brought?" he repeated.

The producers didn't allow the team members to share what their plans were for the three items each of us were permitted to bring before this moment. I grabbed the small black canvas bag that held my three items. "A fire starter," I began, pulling out the metal object and placing it on the ground. I remained crouched and pulled a machete out, laying it next to the fire starter. I caught him staring at my cock and balls as they hung between my legs. I hoped he liked what he saw. "Those two and this." I pulled a large blue tarp from the bag. "To make a fire, build a camp, and a tarp for protection."

Erik hesitated to reveal his items, his grip tightening around the handle of his bag. "Those are good, I mean, usable things," he whispered, looking down as he fumbled with his sack. "All sensible things," he added. "Yeah, very smart. I guess I wasn't focused on that aspect of survival," he mumbled, moving the bag in front of his cock and spoiling my view.

"Erik?" I asked. "What did you bring?" I assumed he knew to pack items that we could use to live off the land completely naked and with no food. I was wrong.

"I think I messed up, Drew." He looked like a little boy who had disobeyed his folks and was frantically trying to figure out how to defend his mistake. He reached into his bag and pulled out a huge bar of soap. "Ivory soap," he said. "For, you know…well, I don't like being dirty or going to bed with unclean feet."

I pinched my mouth and nodded. "Uh-huh. Okay, so we have a bar of soap so far."

Erik gestured to the slow moving river and frowned. "We can take baths. It'll be nicer when we sleep," he offered.

"And what else, my friend?" I asked, stifling a strong desire to laugh or cry; I wasn't sure which just yet. He was so goddamned cute I couldn't decide. Perhaps I would appreciate him soapy clean too if I got my way with him on this adventure of ours.

He pulled a large bottle of Lubriderm lotion from the bag next and grinned sheepishly at me. "For after the bath?" he wisecracked. He had my attention now, and my attention was completely fixated on what I wanted to do with his bar of soap and the lotion in his hand. It was almost as if he'd come prepared for sex. I knew he hadn't, but a red-blooded, horny man like me could fantasize, couldn't I?

"Please don't tell me there's nail polish left in there?" I joked. He looked like I'd kicked his dog or something. "But hey, if there is, that'd be cool too," I assured him, sensing his hurt feelings.

"And this pot," he said proudly, removing a metal pot with an attached lid. "To boil water and cook anything we might find to eat."

"A pot is perfect!" I exclaimed, relieved that he brought something useful. "It'll come in handy for sure."

Erik frowned, appearing disappointed. "I fucked up didn't I?" he asked.

"Well, only if I'd brought my lotion too," I joked to defuse the tension in the air, careful to see if he was okay with my attempt at humor. "Will you be sharing yours?"

Thank fuck it worked. "If you catch our food I might," he said, grinning. He put the items he'd brought back in his canvas bag and stood, heading toward the tree line, and then stopped. He turned and fixed his eyes on the camera for just a moment before diverting them to me. "You'll thank me when we get out of here with soft skin."

I watched Erik with my mouth agape as he walked toward the trees. His rock-solid ass cheeks barely moved as he strode with his head held high, proud of the way he ended a scene. Teaching him how to act wouldn't be difficult after all. He was a natural for sure, and I figured out in that moment what role he desired for himself on Bare Naked . He was going to embrace his pretty-boy image fully and look to me for leadership. I could do that.