S
Strangebuddy
Guest
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." Jake said as his hasty patch job started to give way. Right now the 22-year old was out in the middle of the Amazon on an ancient rowboat that looked like it had been made around the time of Henry Bates' expedition. More specifically, he was in the middle of one of the infinite branches of the mighty river, nearly 100 miles from the nearest cell-tower, in a boat that was only not taking on water because of half-a-roll of duct-tape and some chewed gum...and now the finest product the Wrigley's corporation made was giving way.
Jake considered bailing the water out of the boat but then remembered that in his rush, he had forgotten to grab a bucket or even a spare cup. All he had was an old Dodger's baseball cap that he had found while he was back-packing across America and it didn't look like it would hold any water at all.
As the water started to seep in, Jake decided the best thing to do would be to row to shore...a decision he wasn't relishing. Jake had originally gone on this trip to get his head clear before he returned to finish his degree. He had back-packed before in the United States and a good chunk of Europe. He had even been out to the Austrailian Outback as part of an anthropology class...but taking the Amazon on alone had been one of the worst ideas he had ever had. The insects alone had been bad but the constant howls and growls he had heard from the brush reminded him how alone he was.
He hadn't planned on going alone, of course. He had made that decision after he had found one of his guides trying to stuff a bag of coccaine in his belongings and overhead terms like, "the gringo's got to go" and "easy mark." He had spiked their drinks when they weren't looking and grabbed his supplies, leaving them at a dock, 20 miles away from the nearest town. He figured if he rode the river long enough, he could get to a more civilized town that could get him to an airport so he could get home.
More of the tape came loose and the boat began to take on water a lot more easily. Jake quickly rowed towards the shore but he was soon wading in half-a-foot of water. Jake quickly grabbed his knapsack and saw a sealed condom slide out. At the time he had packed his bag, Jake had laughed at a local's insistence on bringing condoms. Now as the water came up and Jake felt a number of tiny parasites and fish, some imagined and some all too real, Jake was glad he had brought an entire box. He took a quick break and tore the condom open and slid it over his cock. While Jake was afraid of the much larger fauna that awaited him on the shore, he was more terrified of the urethra swimming fish he had always heard of.
The boat managed to smash against a mudbank before it completely submerged. Jake took the chance to leap out, thanking God that he had worn his hiking boots. He still had to wade out of the river but he only had to have his knees get submerged. When he made the shore he dropped his knapsack and ran out to grab the boat...only to snatch his hand away as he saw the tale-tale scales of an alligator swim towards him.
Jake got up to his full 6'3 height and bolted into the bush, grabbig his bag with one hand as he ignored the bugs and brush that tried to entangle itself in his dark, scraggly brown hair. As he ran, he prayed that the animals wouldn't want his lean body for supper.
Jake considered bailing the water out of the boat but then remembered that in his rush, he had forgotten to grab a bucket or even a spare cup. All he had was an old Dodger's baseball cap that he had found while he was back-packing across America and it didn't look like it would hold any water at all.
As the water started to seep in, Jake decided the best thing to do would be to row to shore...a decision he wasn't relishing. Jake had originally gone on this trip to get his head clear before he returned to finish his degree. He had back-packed before in the United States and a good chunk of Europe. He had even been out to the Austrailian Outback as part of an anthropology class...but taking the Amazon on alone had been one of the worst ideas he had ever had. The insects alone had been bad but the constant howls and growls he had heard from the brush reminded him how alone he was.
He hadn't planned on going alone, of course. He had made that decision after he had found one of his guides trying to stuff a bag of coccaine in his belongings and overhead terms like, "the gringo's got to go" and "easy mark." He had spiked their drinks when they weren't looking and grabbed his supplies, leaving them at a dock, 20 miles away from the nearest town. He figured if he rode the river long enough, he could get to a more civilized town that could get him to an airport so he could get home.
More of the tape came loose and the boat began to take on water a lot more easily. Jake quickly rowed towards the shore but he was soon wading in half-a-foot of water. Jake quickly grabbed his knapsack and saw a sealed condom slide out. At the time he had packed his bag, Jake had laughed at a local's insistence on bringing condoms. Now as the water came up and Jake felt a number of tiny parasites and fish, some imagined and some all too real, Jake was glad he had brought an entire box. He took a quick break and tore the condom open and slid it over his cock. While Jake was afraid of the much larger fauna that awaited him on the shore, he was more terrified of the urethra swimming fish he had always heard of.
The boat managed to smash against a mudbank before it completely submerged. Jake took the chance to leap out, thanking God that he had worn his hiking boots. He still had to wade out of the river but he only had to have his knees get submerged. When he made the shore he dropped his knapsack and ran out to grab the boat...only to snatch his hand away as he saw the tale-tale scales of an alligator swim towards him.
Jake got up to his full 6'3 height and bolted into the bush, grabbig his bag with one hand as he ignored the bugs and brush that tried to entangle itself in his dark, scraggly brown hair. As he ran, he prayed that the animals wouldn't want his lean body for supper.
