[This story is mxmxm; mature and unedited]
After the plane crash that he was on for a school trip with his art class, Brett is now stranded on a tropical island. He's had years of practice for survival and isn't too worried, until he realises there's just one problem...or perhaps two.
The two jocks whom have been teasing him every since they spilled paint on Brett's uniform in kindergarten happen to be the ones Brett is stuck with, and according to his conscience, he can't leave them to die.
Will these two jocks be too much for Brett, or will the boys grow on Brett like mold grows on damp rocks?
THIS IS PART OF A SERIES