Falling off the Edge

If you haven’t read my other novellas, Falling off the edge is a sequel to Edgings and Exploring the Edge. “My Island” is about a year or so in the future from this book, that I wrote eight years ago, then reclaimed and rewrote. Once I have connected this story to that one, then My Island will begin to expand to its full size. ((As you can probably tell by now, I do like things to be at their full size)). Please note that My Island will reconnect characters from previous books and old loves may be reignited... or not. You just never know in the sexy world of Jake Saunders.

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And now for Chapter Two of Falling Off the Edge, the third book of the “Edgings” series.

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 Chapter Two

ALEX

 Yep, feeling on top of the world here. I was actually a gainfully employed artist who loved my job and it wasn’t even painting!

The upshot of Dean, that snake, falling into the hands of Justice, well, the FBI, meant that the job of masseur, spa manager and pool boy went to me.

“Yes, I was far, by far the best qualified, I was a thoroughly trained and licensed masseur, physical therapist, all that stuff. I could clean a spa like no one's business and I knew all about pool care and hot tubs and whirlpools and you name, I knew it! Ok, well I could study up on it all, right?”

“Ok, ok, I give up! You can beat it out of me, oooh, yea, the truth is I gave my bestie great head, and it just so happened my bestie and lover, was the owner and boss of The Shore's Hotel and Guest House. Two, I admit Dean had massaged me more than once before his downfall, and I had taken some hard earned lessons. Three, I read the very prestigious text, “Massage for Dummies,” so hey, I really knew my business. Four, though I was careful, I was, never the less a self proclaimed slut, however innocent.

Five, Dan now came to ME for his lunchtime massage, and he swore I was just as good, if not better than Dean. It might have helped that he tended to massage me too, very deep tissue.

I had not, however experienced a threesome with Dan and my other lusted after love, Jake as yet, and it was killing me.

So, was it surprising, that after massaging Dan for lunch, which ended in a wonderful mutual fuck, and being told by the usually jealous Dan that Jake and I really did need to consummate my lust for his husband, the sexy Jake, that I arrived already edging and ready to bust a nut?

Already mostly moved out of the place and into the rooftop penthouse apartment Dan intended I share with him and Jake, there wasn't much more to do then see Jake, and pack up the rest. I only had my art supplies left here at the backyard shed by the pool. I needed to move that stuff out. So, I had borrowed Mike’s jeep and here I was, in a cut off T, and a skimpy pair of white practically see through stretch cotton running shorts, hard as a rock, with precum already spotting the tip of the tented bulge, practically panting as I entered the house and called for Jake. I wanted him. BAD!

I called his name again, letting him know I was there. In a moment he appeared, not quite naked, but looking oh so edible in a skimpy pair of purple speedos as he strolled into view.

His striking pale blue / greys dropped straight to my crotch. “Mmm, hello Alex, you look like you need to do more than clear out your art works.”

I just looked at him, fists on hips. "Yeah, I have a big pipe that needs unblocking."

"Umm, I don't know if I should do that. You might need a professional plumber." Jake teased, stepping closer and running a finger along the length of the ridge to the wet spot. He lifted his finger to his lips and sucked on it.

I half sobbed in lust over the sexy move and just gushed, “I have been lusting over you for so long. Think you can handle me, big guy?”

Jake grinned slowly, his sexy dimples deepening and stepped closer, in a slow casual movement that made his muscles move so hotly. “So,” he said as his body moved into brushing range of mine, our bulges meeting and kissing. “Dans ok with this?”

“The fucker! He knew Dan was, but I too, could play dumb and coy, "With what?” I breathed out, my brain pounding in my cock.

“This.” He said, and his lips met mine, seducing my mouth into one of the hottest kisses of my life!

His hands moved down my back to clutch my buttocks, pulling me against him, our cocks grinding deliciously as we devoured one another’s mouths and tongues.

“Fuck yes!” I groaned in a moment where we gasped for a gulp of air before more devouring. Our pecs, thighs and crotches were rubbing, and I felt as if I would cum any minute.

“Bed,” he growled, and before I knew it, he had me up in his arms and was carrying me. He swiveled to clear my head in the doorway like an expert, and strode with me to the bed, throwing me onto it.

Then he launched onto the bed himself to settle between my legs and grind himself up my body until our lips met in another lavishly passionate bout of kissing.

“Awwww fuck you, angel cutie, I have wanted you for so long.” He said, and I felt my little slutty heart soar.

“From the first night I met you like, a year before you married Dan, I’ve had such a crush…” I panted, breathing hard to hold at bay the tight knot of pleasure growing under my balls.

Jake kissed his way down my neck to my nipples, rolling each between tongue and teeth, a delicate pull that had me on fire, my body arching. But then he moved down and moved that mouth over my straining tock in my shorts taking my eight inches that felt like nine, between his teeth through the cotton and lightly teasing me until the shorts were drenched with my pre and his saliva. Then he had them off and was back in an instant, to lick me and slide his tongue around tasting me.

Jake looked up at me and gave me a naughty look as his eyes devoured my body. “Pretend Dan would be jealous, and we are cheating…” He whispered.

I looked down past my cock to his evilly smiling face and giggled. “Oh, oh Jake, careful. I mustn’t cheat on Dan. You mustn’t cheat on your husband. This, this affection, oh, oh, Jake we dare not go much further.” I said with great theatrical sophistication, my acting beyond sublime! Ok, ok, I was ridiculously over dramatic but why the fuck not, this was fun!

Jake purred. Oh My God, he actually purred. It was a deep sexy bass vibration that reminded me of Mike’s deep basso voice, but Mike didn’t purr. Jake PURRED! I don’t how he did that, but I loved it.

“Prrrrrrr it’s just a little kissing, Alex. My husband wouldn’t mind a little harmless kissing, rrrrr rrrrr rrrrr.”

Jake’s mouth stretched around one of my balls and then both, lolling and licking them as one hand tugged them down while the other rubbed my cock up. Ohhhhh FUCK!!

“J, J, Jizz, Jake d, don’t make me cum. W, we, are just cuddling. We mustn’t explode, we mustn’t cheat!!” I said as I arched under the assault of the overwhelming tease.

His lips slid down my cock and I groaned, as he clamped his hand around the base of me just moments before I would have shot.

“Ohhh, Alex, you sexy sweet, sexy, sexy Angel of love…” He purred, maybe overdoing things just a tad, “I won’t let you cum. As long as we don’t cum, we aren’t cheating, you, on your best friend, or me, my husband.”

Ok, so my best friend and now lover, was also Jake’s husband, (just in case you lost track). and a really corny-ass actor, but this was role play, and I was eating it up.

“Jake, Jake KISS MEE I begged, and he was there, sliding up my body, his hard ten inches rubbing up over my eight plus, and rubbing some more as his lips met mine and we went just a little crazy.

Somehow, I don’t know how, exactly, during that crazy moaning make out, he got the lube, condomed up, lubed up, lubed my ass and had his fingers up me, delicately oh, so delicately lest I cum, tapping my prostate.

I was quivering on the edge, and over and over he had to clamp my cock root tight to stop my shooting. Damn, but Jake was a master of knowing when I was going to shoot.

I was begging. “JAKE oh fuck JAKE fuck me!!!”

Jake, bless him, continued the role play even as he pressed his pulsing spear into my hungry hole. “But, but, Alex, Angel, you're so innocent! How could I possibly violate your virginity, and cheat on your bestie… wait husband… my husband… wait… oh fuck that… just fucking FUCK!!!!”

I was teetering on the edge of hysterical laughter until his big ten-inch sex tool took me, and really RUBBED my prostate…. Ohhhhh yes!!!!

Then it was pure hot, animal pounding sex, my pleasure center, contracting, contracting, squeezing into a hot ball of molten sweetness so intense I thought my eyes would fall out, as he didn't just tap but rubbed my prostate over and over, making me scream as he finally let me CUM!

After lazily smooching, we ended up in the shower together, where Jake proved he could role play past anything. As he was gently washing my cock, he said, “Don’t worry, beautiful, we only accidentally had a little discharge, it was just an accident.” He purred, licking my ear.

“Just an accident? But, Jake, I am no longer a virgin.”

Jake gasped. “Oh, oh my god did I break your hymen?”

“More like my ass hole with that ten-inch iron pole of yours.”

Jake reached around as he licked my throat, his fingers brushing over my pucker. “Mmmm, still seems pretty tight to me. I don’t think your bestie will be suspicious, do you, not when he feels that tight glove gripping him.”

“Ooo you say the nicest things, Jake.”

“How can I help with such a beautiful lover.” He grinned and bit my lower lip, his incredible eyes looking into mine.

By the time we ended the shower I was ready for another fucking, but Jake dried me off, and I did, him, and together, naked, we went out back to the shed. Both of us walked out there with our cock's half hard.

I’d put a sheet over the painting of Jake. Putting the painting up on an easel, I said, “Presenting the sexiest lifeguard ever,” and whisked off the sheet. I hadn’t seen the painting in a couple days, and I was pleasantly surprised at how successfully it had turned out. There was Jake on his lifeguard tower, slouched back, one leg down the other leg bent a beautiful crotch shot of his bulging skimpy speedos, his chiseled abs, rock hard pecs, suck-able nipples, that little sexy happy trail, the broad shoulders and that face, that chiseled ruggedly gorgeous face as he shielded his eyes with those sensual lips parted, as if seeing something very hot on the beach.

Jake had not seen the painting and he was transfixed.

“Fuck is that me?”

I had to laugh and said, “I could take that as a real insult to my craft, yanno.”

Jake snorted, “Hell, no, it’s amazing. So real, and so, ok, yeah. I am fucking hot.”

Jake flexed his muscles unconsciously, as he took in the painting. “Damn, Alex, where you going to hang me?”

“You’re already well hung, Jake.”

Jake giggled.... Jake giggled? Jake didn’t giggle! Dan giggled, I giggled. Jake did NOT giggle.

“I hi hi, I mean, Alex, what wall? I am selling this house. I even have a contract on it. I need to start moving out, and putting most stuff in storage until we can all move into that monster beach house next to The Shores together.”

“We could hang it at the Shores until it’s time. There are some wall spaces where it would show nicely.”

“Too public.” Jake said, blushing.

“Gay, male, horny, public? Come on Jake, they would love it.”

Jake blushed again, shocking me. Hadn’t he realized how hot he was before seeing himself in that painting? I think I fell a little more in love with Jake at that moment. No wonder Dan still felt jealous at the thought of Jake playing around. I was beginning to understand…