Itchy

Day 2

Itchy... Ichty...

ITCHY!!

Sleeping on the sand was an awful idea! As John tossed and turned in his sleep sand had been kicked up and covered him. He awoke to his feet half buried in the sand and his hair full of the stuff! It was still dark. Probably around 5am. But the Pacific wind was rather warm, meaning it was still around 14 degrees celsius. He removed his sand ridden clothes and hung them from a branch in a nearby tree. Stretching himself his muscles tensed and untensed after an uncomfortable night. He stepped down towards the sea and timidly placed a toe in the water.

Warm...

Not bathtub temperature but adaquate for his purposes.

Before he stepped in the water he admired himself and checked for any cuts or damage. He had a large bruise on his left calf that was slightly warm to the touch and small scraps up and down his body but mostly unharmed. Thank the lord.

Now for the moment you've all been waiting for...

In the panic only a young man could feel he checked to see if his penis was ok.

Although he was faccid it hung at an adequate size of around 4 inches with 2 hairy balls hanging below his pubic hair was untamed like all his hair. This boat had done a number on his personal grooming... He knew himself to be when erect just over 6 inches. He had had limited interaction with girls of his age going to an all boys school in Essex, the only women he met often were his grandfather's friends from the social club. Not ideal for a young 19 year old man...he'd had a girlfriend when he was younger and they...experimented with her giving him his first and only blowjob. He lasted barely a minute...they both laughed it off and spent a summer in love. Until she moved to America for her father's job...they spent one last night of passion together...they explored each other's bodies till the wee hours of the morning. They enjoyed as many positions as they could think of and destroyed his bed. John's grandfather thought it was hilarious when he said why he needed a new bed. He had never been so happy. And never so sad when she left later that day...after one final kiss she boarded the plane and he never saw her again...

But enough daydreaming. He stepped into the cool water with an audible 'ahhhh' and carefully washed his body and made sure to remove all the sand. He admired the wildlife he saw in the sea. A green turtle, a small sting Ray and countless tropic fish. It was bountiful! The bright coral covered the seafloor untouched by man and his sins. Life had truly found a way...

He watched the sun come up in the sea smiling to himself. Perhaps this was a blessing?

He thought back to why he was on that boat...

Flashback time...

3 months earlier...

Beep... Beep... Beep..

"John..." a creaking dry voice croked.

"Do you remember the first time I took you hunting? You were terrified. You kept thinking the deers would attack you...haha-" cough cough "-..but after you bagged that buck, I knew making you do this was worth while...now my boy...I need you to do something for me...your grandfather wants one last thing...-" cough cough and the wheezing rattle of a dying man "-I want you to explore my boy. See the world like I did, sell the house...It's only memories now...-" cough "-and do one more thing...scatter my ashes at Guadalcanal...I wish to rest with my father...I'm so proud of you..."

Beep... Beep... Beeeeeepppp... ... ...

"Granddad?"

"Grandad?"

"Nurse!!!!"

Flashback ends...

A single tear rolls down his cheek...disappearing into the endless waves of the Pacific...

_You always wanted an adventure grandfather... _he thought.

I won't let you down...

He turned around and headed towards the beach...the light of dawn flanking his body.

(Yeah this chapter was kinda flashback and filler heavy. I just wanted to give some justification and expand the backstory a little. Also I've never tried to describe male genitali before so that was odd but I think it makes sense...)