My Island

 You might read Edgings, Exploring the Edge, Falling off the Edge books first. My Island is set a couple years after Falling off the Edge. The first seven chapters establish the new time, a few new characters, but will eventually bring back many old characters and I honestly have no idea where it will go, so hold onto your sexy asses!

Chapter 5

MARK

I woke to the familiar sounds of distant mast rigging clanking in a morning breeze, the soft whisper of palms, and the faint but audible sound of waves on shores, and the smell off coffee and soft voices. Cass and Jake I guessed, smiling to myself. I stretched naked under the sheet that covered the lower half of his body. The sheet edge was tented up by his morning hard on.

The three of us had gotten in only last night after their long drive down to key West and then out to the resort. I had to grin as I thought back over the trip down.

After Jake's declaration of love, I was stunned. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road ahead. I thought Jake had said he was in love with Cass. I had jumped to the same conclusion my son had. But then Jake shocked my son and I even more by saying it was me that he loved. What the fuck? I couldn't help it, my eyes teared up and it felt like the sun had come out. There was this long silence as we struggled to take this in.. It had lasted for several minutes and then Cass, my son, who I had expected to break down in tears, bust out laughing. He couldn't seem to stop.

"Cass?" I called out in alarm, as Cass's hysterical laugh seemed to run out of air until he was gasping for breath.

Cass fought to catch his breath, but then started laughing all over again, his cackles filling the car. I found the courage to meet Jake's eyes in the rear-view mirror, but Jake just shrugged helplessly.

Finally, Cass managed to speak, "Dad pull over at the next exit."

"Hunh?"

"Just do it, please."

Well, there was a rest stop exit ahead, so I eased up on the speed and slipped us into the exit, taking a parking space down the row, thinking my son needed privacy to vent what had to be killing him. I was so sorry for him, and half wished Jake had said he loved Cass. Yet, I couldn't do that, could I? Cass got out, and came around the car, to the driver's side.

I opened my door and Cass reached in swiping the keys from the ignition. In a tone that brooked no argument, he ordered, "In back, dad, I will drive."

"Son... I am not sure the insurance..."

"Dad." Cass insisted, holding the door open for me to get out. Not wanting to upset his son further with such a bone of contention between them, I obeyed, and got out.

Cass got in and restarted the car and he locked the right front door deliberately. "In back with Jake, Dad."

"Cass."

"In back, dad. I can't sit with Jake without getting a hard on."'

I blinked, "Well that's..." I stopped. Cass was only half joking, and there was no mistaking the moisture glistening in his beautiful eyes. I felt helpless, without control, and at the mercy of Jake. I also felt Jake had lanced a very nasty boil that could have only gotten a lot worse. "Cass, I just want you to be happy." I said, hurting for Cass.

Cass held up a hand. "The best thing you can do for me is let me drive, Dad. If I have to give up a lo... a crush... ok someone I dreamed about to anyone, I'd rather it be you than anyone else I know. Now let me drive and you get in the back seat with a wonderful man who loves you."

Jake called out in a lazy voice, "Don't you want to sit back here with me, boss?"

I flushed, Jake wasn't making this easier, "Of course I'd be happy to but..."

"Dad just do as your told for once!" Cass practically yelled at me.

Cass looked absolutely determined. At the same time his eyes were sparkling with a certain amount of mirth and love along with the heart-stricken sadness I saw there. I caved, walked around and got in back with Jake.

As soon as the door was closed Cass put the taurus sedan in gear and got us back onto 95 South. After a moment Cass said, "Ok here is how I see it. If it were up to me, I would just share Jake with you, Dad. I can't imagine a better mate for you then Jake. He's a great guy." Cass chuckled. "I love him myself. So, you need to get to know him and date him and see where it goes. And for me to complicate that by trying to stay lovers with Jake would be a mistake, if only because you're not used to the gay lifestyle. Um, I am not either, of course. I am only twenty-two. But..." Cass clearly wanted to say more, but someone had to drive. "Anyway, I can tell your hot for Jake dad, and Jake wants you. I am only twenty-two, so I will get over Jake, I will relax, enjoy, meet other guys. I'll be good."

"Anyway, pretend I am not here." Cass had said and focused his attention on the road.

"Cass are you sure?" I could not help asking.

"I am sure." Cass replied.

I sighed and looked at Jake, beautiful, hot as hell, Jake, but he just sat there looking sheepish, and well he should, I thought, of all the ridiculous....and yet. When I looked into Jake's eyes as the car rolled along it was clear, like it had never been. Jake's pale blue-gray eyes reached out to me, claiming me, his yearning for me to understand, a silent plea.  Ok, there it was. Jake loved me. He wanted me with a force that made me breath hard. He wanted me. And I sure as hell wanted him. 

If I knew anything about Jake, it was that he was a man of few words. He retracted his legs, turned around in his seat to face away from me, and for a moment I feared he was withdrawing or something... But then, Jake leaned back until his head rested on my lap offering me an upside-down smile. He reached up, and pulling my head down, to his, and he kissed me.

Kissing Jake was not something any reasonable man could fight. I was all too aware that Cass could see in his rear-view mirror, but Jakes mouth, his lips, the feel of his broad shoulders and upper body and head across my lap ... and then his lips tasted good, what could I do? I had been wanting to kiss Jake forever. Now I had the chance and "My God" how good it was. Jakes kisses were nothing like my wife's wet sloppy kisses, which one day years ago had become tight lipped air kisses instead. Jake's mouth fit mine, firm lips to firm lips, seducing my mouth open so that Jakes tongue darted up to snare and slip around my own, pulling me into a hot dance. I could feel myself getting a hard under jakes head, and a glance to my left showed him Jake's big cock stretching up in those tight jeans again.

Jake caught the glance. Taking my hand he placed it on his chest on one rock hard pec over the nipple, and pulled that hand down his torso, off the tee shirt, down the rock-hard abs to the top button of those jeans. The top button was already undone. In a trance my fingers explored that happy trail down under the belt line of those jeans until they touched something warm, and a-live. He could see Jakes cock pushing up, as if yearning to be set free.

Jake reached over and gave the straining fly of those jeans a little tug down and his big erection swung up into exposure. 

"Oh my god that is a monster." I whispered. I had only seen that dick at a distance, never this close and I was entranced. My own was nearly as large but one look told me I didn't quite measure up.

"All for you baby. Touch it."

I touched it, letting his hand slide down the turned-up curve of the underside of Jake's sex where it arched over his abs. Jake moaned in a deep sexy purr of appreciation, his eyes searching mine.. Fascinated and lost in wonder and lust, my hand explored seemingly of its own free will down that cock to the big plump balls. Jake turned his head on my lap and opened his mouth around the pounding shaft of my cock through my shorts. These grey stretch boxers might as well have been nothing the way his mouth worked over me.

But there was no way this was going only one way.

Intent on Jake's cock, I gasped and moaned in surprise lifting my head up off his cock only to have him pulls my shorts down off mine. I would have dived back to Jake's cock, but he beat me, taking mine deep in that incredible mouth just as a Mac truck slid by to the right. Oh my god, looking up through the window I could see a bearded trucker look over, his jaw dropping in surprise. The truck's engines roared as the eighteen-wheeler tried to keep pace with us and a moment later the trucker was looking in again, watching Jake's head move up and down, his mouth sucking me. Being watched startled me, but gave me a charge too, and I leaned back to give the trucker a better view.

Showing off, Dad?" Cass giggled.

I tried to sound stern even as Jake was sucking me to the edge. "Rear-view mirrors are for seeing what's behind us son."

"I AM." Cass giggled, glancing back again. "You guys are so hot."

"Cass!"

"Yes Dad." Cass tilted the mirror back up. A glance forward between the seats showed me that my son's little shorts were pushed down as he drove, and that Cass's right arm was pumping up and down with long strokes. So that trucker had two sights to take in and looking up I could see the truck driver's teeth in what I had to say looked like a wide smile.

A few seconds later and I was already ready to pop. It had been a long time since I had cum, and Jake was a master. My ten thick inches were no trouble for him. My cock felt like it had been sucked up into a piece of heaven. "Jake..." I cried out to warn him, "so close..." I said huskily.

Jake's mouth slipped up off my cock just long enough to growl, "cum baby," before returning, sliding warmly and tightly over me. There was no way I could hold back, not with this gorgeous suck master, my son trying to sneak peeks back, and that trucker licking his lips as he gazed down into our car. "Unh, fuck!" I said, among other things, my butt lifting off the seat as the intense pleasure under my balls seemed to gather into a tight knot so intense it was almost painful, and there it was, the red-hot line of the edge, riding on it, the first hot squirt that gushing jet of cum that seemed to suck my whole ass right through after it.

Jake swallowed every spurt, his throat working over my cock head, until I was shuddering from the sensations from my hypersensitive head.

"Mmmm, Jake that was amazing." I breathed, slowly becoming aware that Jake's cock was still up. "Here lay across my lap, Jake and let me at you," I ordered, hoarsely. 

Cass gasped and groaned while driving. The car swayed sideways slightly, before steadying.

"Cass?" both Jake and I called out.

"You ok, son?"

"You have some wipes in here somewhere?" Cass asked.

"Jesus Son, you came while driving?"

"Would not be the first time, dad."

Jake started shaking. It took me a second to realize Jake was laughing. Well I put a stop to that, by leaning over and down and taking that big cock in my mouth. I was out of practice with big dicks, hell I never had all that much practice, ever, and Jake's was a whopper. Still, it was gorgeous, like a fat missile, and there was no keeping me off that thing. I went down on it, exploring everything about it, inhaling his smell, licking, tasting and loving every inch of that big baby. Jake moaned and arched under me. That Mac Truck roaring along beside us, slowed down and pulled into a rest stop. Bye, Bye, Trucker. Hope you enjoyed yourself! We kept going. It took another few minutes for Jake to cum. I had him on the edge a few times but was watching those big nuts. Whenever they contracted, drawing up, and his cock got steely hard, I clamped down on the root with one hand. He groaned and arched, and I kept up the torture, though I desperately wanted to taste his cum. Finally, he groaned. "Aww that's it. Fuck! I am gonna shoot!

we pulled into the next rest stop to clean up. Nobody was there so Jake and Cass got out naked and ran into clean off get towels for the road. I wasn't as brave as those two, so I pulled my shorts back on, went to the vending machines and bought them water and juice. Before getting in the back seat with Jake, I stripped them off again. I knew Jake wasn't finished with me, and I had no desire to fight it. I wanted Jake. Hell, Cass wanted Jake to have me, it seemed like. I was not capable of further resistance to something so damn good.

Sure enough,  played in the back seat all the way down 95 to key West, sucking, stroking, or just necking endlessly. I could not get enough of Jake and Jake was like the energizer bunny. I came three times before collapsing, exhausted, in Jake's arms. Jake had cum five times. Cass had cum over and over. He just pulled into rest stops when he got close and stroked until he came. I tried not to notice that my gorgeous son seemed to like jacking off where his dad could watch.

In Key West, we dropped the car off, took a taxi to a marina where the resort launch was docked. Jake took the pilot seat, shucking his jeans with the launch right there in the slip where anyone could see him. I swallowed at this sign of Jake's careless casual exhibitionism. It was so sexy I felt myself stir at the sight and the risk of it as Jake started the launch engine. Moments later, he piloted us out to sea. He took us out of the harbor into open water turning north. Cass was in the bow, his head turning this way and that, taking everything in. He hadn't been here for a year, and I guessed he was hungry to refamiliarize himself. 

I was refamiliarizing myself too, with Jake. I could not believe this gorgeous hunk had said he was in love with me. I moved to Jake's side. We kissed as Jake piloted us across calm gulf waters to Alexander Key. Cass lay out in the sun, after a bit, and fell asleep. After all that fun in the car, I thought I could use a nap himself, but I didn't want to leave Jakes side.

That night Jake retired to his condo, I went back to my house and Cass to his bedroom in my house. We were exhausted. "Cummed out," as Jake put it in his easy draw. Still, I found himself wishing Jake was here in my bed. I wanted him here. My son was right. It felt right with Jake. Give it time, I thought. Give Jake time. Give hmyself time. Give my son time. Thinking about them, I drifted off to sleep.

Breakfast sounds and smells, coffee and bacon, broke my sleep. While thinking of the day before, I showered, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, changed into cut offs, and now I was ready to face my new lover and my son. Smiling as the memories of the trip, every kiss, lick, cock sucking moment came back to me, I headed toward the voices in the kitchen, the smell of that coffee.

As I drew close voices became words. Cass's words first. ".. don't care about that. I am not like that. I am just glad you still love me."

"Course I still love you, baby. Since I finally gave up on Dan and Alex, you were always on my mind.  Now you both are. But I can't help the love I feel for Mark."

I slowed to a stop just before rounding the door frame into the kitchen. Slowly I peeked around the door, aware I was spying, but unable to stop myself. Jake was leaning back against the counter, naked, with Cass pressed against him in his arms. They were kissing slowly, with sweet passion, Cass grinding his body, dressed in only a thong against Jake's lean muscular sexy frame. The sight made my cock swell in my cutoffs. Damn they looked sexy together," I thought. I had no doubt both young men were hard as well, probably feeling their cocks roll and rub against each other between them.

Cass said, "You have enough love in you to love us both, Jake. I know that. I love you both, so there is no problem for me. But we need to cool it. I don't know if Dad could handle it. I'm his son, I mean and what he went through with mom, her cheating on him all the time. She was such a slut."

And I am not?" Jake chuckled.

Cass giggled in his low husky way that sent a charge of heat through me to hear it. My son was adorable. As the two men went back and forth clearly, barely containing themselves from sex in the kitchen, my mind went into heated over drive. I had no trouble with Cass and Jake continuing to be lovers. I would rather they did. Oh, I wasn't going to let go of this chance with Jake. The man was addictive and I had been lusting after him for a long time now. But if they thought I was any more possessive than they were... hell with that, I would tease them to death with it.

I retreated quietly back down the hall. Back in my room, I fished out some sheer mesh bikini thong, and changed into it, I could barely squeeze my junk into the pouch, particularly as I was more than half hard.

Taking a moment to look in the full-length mirror by the door to my bath, I had to smile. Not bad for forty, much less almost forty-three. I had been twenty when I got my wife to be pregnant, which to me meant marriage. I never regretted siring Cass. Marrying his mother? Hell yes, but never Cass. I checked myself out again. Yep, I would still fuck me. My pectoral muscles were hard and nicely cut, with a six pack of abs clearly defined. My ass was still firm as I kept after it in the gym. And damn. but my half hard cock looked hot in this thong. Most men my age had saggy bellies, many of them overlapping a thong like this. Frankly the only reason I excused an older out of shape guy for wearing a thong in public, was because I figured at a certain age you just didn't have to care anymore. Wear what you liked and raise a mental finger at all the snooty young judgement out there. They too would get old.

But I told myself, if I could keep fighting the entropy that came with aging, and stay fit, then that's what I was going to do. Looking in the mirror, I saw a maybe thirty-five-year-old face on a twenty-five-year-old body, and I just had to grin. I wasn't old, yet. Nope, I had nothing to be ashamed of. Some crow's feet, a frown line, and some smile lines leading into and out of the dimples all of us Alexander's had from my side, and that was it. Age hadn't taken anything away. I was aging just fine and secretly proud of the look. I did notice some white hair beginning to sneak into my otherwise blond, but still thick hair, but it just made my overall dark blond hair seem a little lighter, right.

Smiling with satisfaction, I went back out to the kitchen and walked in on them. They had been necking like crazy hard to hard, clearly losing control. I stood there a moment drinking them in, licking my lips, as they kissed and moaned, so lost in each other, they had no idea I was right there looking at them over the counter. I poured myself some coffee watching them and finally said, "Good morning boys."

They sprang apart, gaping at me, Cass looking horrified, Jake wearing a look that was somewhere between an "oh fuck me' and an aw-shucks grin.

Oh the looks on their faces were priceless. It was not easy to fight down the giggles that threatened to rise up and make my shoulders shake. I just casually leaned on the counter, letting them stew under my gaze. Finally, I drawled, "Oh my. Looks like we have a case a typical morning problem. Well, let me get some coffee and we better discuss some rules."

"Rules?" both men said together, goggling at me. They were too shocked to hide their erections. Jake's beautiful sexy monster stood up proud in front of him, Cass's cock dripping pre-cum and looking impressive and beautiful, trapped against his abs by his bikini briefs.

"Unh hunh, rules" I said effecting a casual utterly reasonable tone, "Affection between you two is all well and good. Hugs and kisses are fine as your both family now, Jake, as my lover and you, Cass, as my son. You two can be very close ... brothers. Kissing brothers"

Cass repeated, "kissing brothers?"

"You know like kissing cousins. Some smooching, if it's innocent is allowed. Not too much. I may have to put a time limit on your necking."

"Time... limit?" Jake gurgled.

"Well yes, no way you two can kiss each other without getting aroused., innocent as it may be."

Cass blushed, "Oh, dad, really, I can hold it back with Jake, I know it looks really hard. but...

"I just don't know son, that's an awful lot of pre. You look awfully close."

Cass's mouth worked and he husked, "Dad I can explain..."

"No need, it's all very self-explanatory." I said dryly.

I held up a precautionary finger, doing my best to look stern and authoritative. "One of you, at least, should keep his erection covered. I will excuse minor lapses if one pops out." I pretended to think a moment and then relent a little. "Ok, maybe a little cock kissing since your both still so obviously in lust."

"Cock kissing?" Jake asked, blinking.

"You know one cock rubs against another bare cock to cock." I explained, striving to keep my face expressionless. "After all, erections are natural, and you're both built too big down there to fit into a normal little thong or even speedos when aroused like you are. Cass, my son, your cock is gorgeous by the way. You clearly are a chip off my block. " I said, with a smug grin, allowing myself to flash a smirk.

Cass gaped, blushing furiously.

"But no sex." I said firmly. "So, what you were doing is ok... barely. Don't let it go further without my permission. "

Cass struggled between a look of relief and consternation.

I went on. "Sexy cuddling is ok. No way you two could cuddle without it being sexy after all, but a line has to be drawn somewhere. Jake is mine now. You two made that clear and I intend to see to it the rest of the way. Tonight, Jake, my love you are Mine. I am claiming that hot delicious ass of yours and I want your big hot fat man meat up my virgin, well maybe not quite virgin hole."

"You say not quite?" Jakes brows rose a bit at that.

I smiled. "You think I got the money for this resort from nowhere? A certain dot com billionaire with a mega yacht I captained, got to know me a bit more intimately than I have been here to fore ready to admit about four years ago, and then he died; brain aneurysm. I found out he had left me a mangrove Island with perms to build a resort and followed up on it. He'd even had the land raised. So no, not quite a virgin. Anyway, as my divorce to your mother is still in the works, that is not to be repeated outside this room. Now you two behave. No sex." I wagged a schoolmarm-ish finger at them, and spying English muffins in the toaster, went over and plucked one out, thus stepping away from the counter and revealing how little I wore and just how hard I was. I was busting out of the sheer pouch.

Both men stared glazed eyed with lust at me.

"No sex?" Cass repeated in a very small voice. The woebegone twenty-two-year-old looked ready to cum.

I looked back at them, planting fists on hips. Ok I was over acting but this was too much fun. I could never have drawn this out this long if their brains hadn't been sucked into the heated throbbing of their engorged cocks. The looks on their faces.... it was too much. How was I supposed to keep a straight face with these two beautiful men gaping at me with such dismay? 

Solemnly, I intoned, "Now we get some breakfast and then we need to go down to the cocks, er.. docks, and get to work." Oh, crap how had that leaked out?

Jake's eyes narrowed. He said in a low growl, "Mark Alexander, the only thing we are going to be working on today is your sexy ass."

Oops, looks like I had tripped over my own bad acting. Struggling to keep the grin off my face, I said, "is that any way to talk to your future husband? Fuck".

"Yup, you got that right. fuck you." Jake said.'

"Fuck yeah!" Cass breathed looking crazy with hunger ... at ME!

"Eek." I put down my coffee and tossed away the English muffin I'd managed to get into hand during this. I turned and began to run back down the hall. Hearing pounding bare feet and maniacal lust ridden laughter behind me, if I slowed down just a little, can you blame me?