Castaway Blow

 
Weeks marooned alone
on a deserted atoll
both arms broken
and no immediate prospect of rescue in sight
I still craved sex

Sex
more sex
and more sex again

Food water and shelter
were readily available from the wreck
even the medical supplies
providentially washed ashore
remained usable and for the most part
the necessities to sustain my existence
had been preserved intact

Sexless nights passed
and by day I would stumble around
as best I could
even managing a stroll along the beach
to hunt for driftwood
fashioning splints for the arms
which were now both in a sling
and no longer painful
A crude solution but for the moment
it worked

Sadly the same could not be said
of my one-eyed best friend
who seemed to twitch constantly
a reminder that human DNA
is hard wired
to always experience the ultimate sensation
whatever circumstance may befall us

It can be no coincidence
that the beaming nurse
bending to tend our bedclothes
easily becomes the trigger for sexual desire
even in ill health
the slap and tickle urge persists

But there were only crabs on my island
their scrawny little legs and furtive beady eyes
about as sexy as a busted sewer pipe
so I waited in vain
for the wet dreams of my teens to scuttle in
though they never obliged a reprise
Those useless arms
meant manual stimulation was not an option
and with each sunset
my burning compulsion grew

I dug deep into memory
my own personal harem
of fit skinny bitches from the past
jiggling their titties in my face
as they thrust and moaned above me
gushing ditto below
I reclimbed my unique Everest of panties
stockings and fantasy flimsies
torn off or slid down slowly
as I tweaked a forest of nipples
fingered an ocean of pussies
sucked baby bean until my tongue hurt
but alas
pure thought alone
would not produce the juice

The insatiable itch in my balls
became more than any male could bear
I possessed no mirror
but was convinced my eyes
must be bulging in their sockets
mimicking the throb of my cock
as I fretted through my attempts at sleep
an all consuming insistence
more relentless than the surf on the beach

Then I remembered
on a trip to India I had witnessed a holy man
attract an admiring crowd
by performing incredible contortions with his body
and the doors of possibility
swung wide open

It does take practice
and is at first painful
but with some considerable
degree of patience and perseverance
I can attest
it works--
though I've discovered
since my rescue
it's marginally easier to perform
whilst hanging upside down

Yes
there are few words to describe
my elation at that first contact
a tickle at last from my eager outstretched tongue
evolving to an expert full blooded suck
rivaling any professional blow job
to be had at a mighty price in sailor town

Incidentally
I was initially neutral
about the flavor of my own
but I now readily regard it
as a delicious
inexpensive
and happily acquired
taste