Enough was enough; that's what the government had felt. By the year 2020, birthrates had halted at zero percent. So, there was only one thing to do: make people do each other. But how could you do that ethically? Well, the US government knew just the thing. Money, everyone loves, needs, craves. Therefore, they found an island and asked one simple question, "What would happen if we made a society of sex addicts?" Hence is why we meet our main protagonist, Ryan.
The year is now 2026, and Ryan is turning 21 by the end of the year. He was broke, we're talkin' dirt fucking poor. Which is why he signed up for the Gooning Island, but enough exposition!
RYAN P.O.V.
"Ticket number: 167!"
An announcement played as a group of people were waiting in a room. Within this group of people was a curly brown-haired, average-looking boy. Average clothes, average height, average…everything. That's me, Ryan…honestly, average for you is like rich people shit for me. Regardless, I sat there in that seat waiting for my number to be called. It was 183, I was nervous, my foot tapping on the floor like a horny rabbit, honestly, I was in my own head until-
"Yo, you good fam?"
"Huh?"
I looked up to see the source of that semi-deep voice; standing in front of me was a tall, ebony-skinned man. He had long dreadlocks and extremely vain hands. He was wearing a blank blue T-shirt and Jeans with a black belt.
Ryan: "I'm sorry? Were you talking to me?"
"Yeah, bro, who else would I be talkin' to? I just wanted to make sure if you were okay, you seemed to be zoning out."
Ryan: "Oh…yeah I'm just nervus…"
"Yeah, well here lemme help with that."
He walked behind me and wrapped his hands on my shoulders, which, lowkenuinely was a little weird. I never had another man so confidently grab my shoulders.
Ryan: "Hey, what are you-Oh damn."
He began to massage my shoulders, maybe it's because it was my first massage, but gawd damn did it feel good. The ebony man behind me [Pause] gave me a small chuckle.
Zeke: "Aye, man, my momma always said nothin' calms nerves like a good massage! My name's Zeke by the way."
Ryan: "Ryan and thank you."
Before I knew it, Zeke sat beside me. Even when sitting bro was taller than me. It looked like he was scanning the room for a second.
Ryan: "So…do you just give randos massages for free? Or…"
Zeke: "Oh…Ohohoho! Nah, man, nah, only people who need it, and you look like you needed it. You nervous?"
Ryan: "Yeah, well…I mean, this is a whole life change. To be honest, I don't have a lot back at home. But the money is gonna be nice."
Zeke: "You can say that again! I heard that as long as you are in the top fifty, you make a guaranteed mill. I'm tellin' you once I get started, I ain't gonna stop. Straight to the top is where I'll be."
Looking at Zeke's face, I already started to believe, but the truth is, I don't care where I end up. As long as I get some money, I'm fine.
"Ticket Number 170!"
Just as the announcement played, a woman walked past us. She was short with a bottom-heavy build, and with every step her ample bottom jiggled. I could already feel myself harden at the sight.
Zeke: "Damn, that's a fine shawty right there."
Ryan: "I think my nerves are all gone after looking at her."
Zeke: "Matter of fact, what's yo type of woman. Be honest."
Ryan: "Honestly…A woman with nice childbearing hips."
Once I finished that sentence, Zeke looked at me with tears in his eyes, and before I knew it, he grabbed me by my hands. It was kinda uncanny, my hands had never been smaller than someone else's.
Zeke: "Ryan, I won't let you know what you just did. I am now your brother for life, do you understand?"
Ryan: "I-what?"
The big, brolic crying black man cocked his arm back and dapped me up. That dap was so clean that I heard someone moan in the background. That's when I knew-
Ryan: "Not for life, but for the afterlife too."
Zeke / Ryan: "My Brother!"
In that moment, in just a few minutes, I made my first frie-no my first brother! After a moment, another woman walked by, we both looked each other in the eye and then tracked her bouncing calcium cannons.
We both understood the assignment, and we both will conquer the gooning Island.
"Ticket Number 183!"
Ryan: "That's me, I'll see you around!"
Zeke: "Of course brother!"
I boarded the plane, and I walked down the aisle to find my seat. Every woman I passed was so extremely hot, to the point where it wasn't fair. I was hoping, begging, praying that I would get to sit next to a MILF or something.
I eventually got to my seat, my bags and clothing were already at my hotel room on the Island so I didn't need to deal with the hell of taking my stuff and fitting it in the god damn cubby. I sat at the window seat and placed my hand on my chin, waiting for the plane to take off. In front of me was a tablet.
[Enter name and ticket number, please!]
Ryan: "Um…okay."
[Ryan / 183]
Ryan: "What the hell is-"
[Welcome, Ryan, to Gooner's Island.]
[On Gooner's Island, all participants will have a starting score. Please enter your sex.]
Ryan: "Um…here."
[Ryan / Male]
[Well, Ryan, since you entered Male, you're starting Gooner score will be calculated as such. Length of your Penis (In Cm) + Girth of your Penis (In Cm) * 10]
[According to your application, Your Penis is {14.7 cm} Long and your girth is {12.7cm}.]
[This will give you a score of 274!]
[You can gain points within Gooning Games and Style points!]
[You can also see others' points there, the exchange bottom on your tablet.]
Ryan: "That's cool. I wonder how many points Zeke got?"
"Excuse me?"
Ryan: "Hmm?"
I turned my head to see a tall, goth-looking girl; she had extremely thick thighs with a nice rack. Her skin was pale, and her hair was short and purple. Her voice was soft and welcoming.
"You don't mind if I sit here, right?"