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 Two

MARK

I had rented a car from Key West to come up ninety-five to Miami Airport to collect my son. The ride was uneventful but for one thing. Jake. You could not ride in a car with the sexiest man on earth and not have it be uneventful, if only because after a few hours, all bets were off. By the time they had reached the mainland on route ninety-five, I was silently cursing the fact I had worn a light white pair of stretch cotton lounging shorts and a white tee to keep cool and comfortable. As one of those fortunately endowed men, I was well hung, seven inches soft and a good three more inches hard, and there was no hiding that in these little shorts. 

Add to that the fact that my passenger, riding shot gun, was my dock foreman, my on sight licensed boat captain, Jake Saunders, or that sex with employees was a very bad idea, and you could safely say I was dog meat. No way Jake couldn't spot I was at least half hard the whole way North.

Not only did Jake work for me, but the worst of it was, Jake knew my son. That was why he was on this trip to fetch him. While Jake, a former Navy Seal, had been working at Rehoboth beach Delaware as a lifeguard, he'd been in a three-way relationship with my nephew, Alex Shearer and some other guy, whose name I kept forgetting. Jake didn't talk about Cass much except to say he was grateful for the job recommendation and that he had really liked my son... a lot. And something about the way Jake had said that rang bells with me. But anything more, (though I had teasingly probed a bit), and Jake would just shrug his shoulders and smile that incredibly sexy smile of his.

I guessed one of the reasons Jake hadn't been more forthcoming, was that he thought that should come from Cass. Maybe he thought I didn't know that my son was gay.  My son wasn't effeminate, or flamboyant, or in any way campy about things, but each summer Cass had worked at our resort, I had spotted him hanging with other young men, and never any girls. Though girls obviously begged for his attentions, Cass seemed oblivious. And when I had hinted to him about "girls" his sunny, sparkling blue eyed son had just dimpled one of his charming smiles and said, "girls? You have to be kidding dad. You know I have no interest that way."

It had been almost like saying he was gay. I, for my own closeted reasons had never probed further, almost afraid to find out the truth. One time I had said to Cass, "I just want you to be happy son, get married, find that soul mate and have children of your own..." Cass had just giggled and shaken his head at him sadly, "Like you and mom? Has she made you happy Dad?"

Of course, I had nothing to say about that. Beth Shearer Alexander, my wife, had been, until recently, determined to keep our problems away from our son. I had agreed with that, but God knows we had failed a long time ago. I still woke with nightmares about the arguments with Beth my little boy had witnessed, his little face streaking with tears. 

I just hoped Cass would be happy. It was all I wanted. I didn't care one way or the other. Hell, how could I, when I was riding with sexy Jake Saunders, and every glance at the man made my cock throb harder.

Jake lounged back in the right seat of the Ford Taurus sedan we had rented. As usual the man wore skintight jeans, faded to a powder blue where they weren't ripped. They looked one step away from being reduced to cutoffs for their last gasp at life. But what drew the eye was the worn to nearly white crotch where a long, thick. arc of cock rose stretching the thin denim in an arc up and across just under the belt line all the way to the far hip. The belt line teased as the top button of the jeans was undone, and the cock looked like it was hard enough to push up into view any tantalizing second. Jake's muscular arms were up around the back of the headrest on the seat drawing up his cut off tee shirt to display his six pack abs, the thin line of black happy trail down to the hint of pubic spread. The jeans were low rise hip hugging slim cut jeans and his thighs looked ready to explode through the straining ripped fabric. On top of that, Jake was tanned a deep golden sun smooched brown, which contrasted sexily against the white fraying of the rips in his jeans or the white tee shirt. If I could bring his eyes higher from all this sexual male deliciousness, which was very hard to do, then I reached that face. That incredible face. Jake commonly went unshaven, with a hint of a mustache and goatee around that generous wide sensual mouth. That hint accented the laugh lines that framed that mouth, leading the eye to the Sean Connery like dimples I wanted to stick my tongue into. The nose was strong with a hint of a break that made Jake look rugged instead of merely pretty boy and made him even sexier. The level black brows, and the eyes, thank God they were closed. Jake had almond shaped ice blue grey eyes surrounded by long black lashes, so striking they were mesmerizing. A more edible looking male I had never seen.

Several times I had almost made a move on Jake, despite my own closeted past and at this point, years without a bed partner. But I was caught in inertia. Early in life, one summer after my senior year, I jacked off with another man. It was with my best friend, Joey, the day before we both headed off to college. I could still remember the feel of another man's hand on my cock and my hand around his. The car had been small, we had been afraid of getting caught, my friend had been even more nervous than me and it had not ended well. Joey had cum before I had gotten anywhere near the edge, and then he had gotten up, and fled to get home and shower, leaving me all heated up and feeling rejected.

I know, I know, it had to be better than that! But I had had a girl friend at the time, two of them. My sex life was good. And then I had met Beth, wealthy, sexy, horny big, busted Beth, and married her. Yes, I still found myself looking at men as much as I looked at women. Maybe more. But it had become a sort of ongoing wistful thinking. I'd gone to work for Beth's dad, which had not ended well. Her father had been a control freak, poking his head into everything about my life with Beth and every aspect of my work for the company. I had worked hard, but after a time, my father in law's overbearing interference had driven me out of my mind. One day I had enough of having my life managed, and I'd tendered my resignation.

My father-in-law had threatened to kill me. I ignored it, ignored Beths bitching at me, her screaming at me that I was a looser...on and on. She could be relentless. I had done what I always wanted. Gone after a master's license, and taken jobs piloting people's yachts for them, working for some boat charter companies. Essentially a paid boat bum. I loved it. Even more, because my son was in boarding school, in England and since I couldn't be near him, anyway...

Beth hadn't stood for that. I am not sure when she started having affairs. Frankly, the way she loved to have men stare at her tits, and openly flirted at parties, frequently dancing with other men way to close and intimately, I don't know why it took so long to figure it out.  Perhaps always wondered but ignored it. Hell, if Cass hadn't looked so much like me, I'd have wondered if he was mine. Gradually it did become obvious that she was having affairs with other men. There were hints of divorce but when I pressed her on it, she never wanted to follow through. "There was Cass to consider. We can wait till he is older." She would tell me. The truth was her daddy didn't like her affairs or the men she went out with, or the social stigma of having to deal with divorce, or the fact that she had not been discreet and divorce proceedings might well work in my favor.

We had attempted to reconcile. Beth had even suggested we try three ways with her other partners. I had been tempted to go along, but stopped myself cold, when I realized I was being set up. She wanted material for divorce. 

By this time, our marriage had been over for three years at least, if not before that. We had just never gotten round to the settlement. It was coming, though. Soon. Cass was of age. Beth's dad had died of a massive coronary. Beth was hungry to marry one of her richer partners... it was coming. I knew it was coming and my aging but loyal lawyer, Seth Sidheim, was more than ready for me to initiate procedures if she did not.

"Looks like were both in a predicament, boss." Jake said as we drove along. He dropped a hand to the shape of his cock and squeezed it, drawing my eyes there.

I cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. I know what you mean. Driving a long way always does that to me."

"It's the road vibrations up through the car. Kinda like sticking a vibrating dildo up your ass. The prostate loves it." Jake purred.

As we moved up behind an eighteen-wheeler, I slid us into the left lane, so that we slowly crept past on the otherwise nearly empty highway that connected the Florida Keys. I was certain the driver had a splendid view of Jake's crotch. 

"Don't think I've ever told you this boss, but you are a beautiful man. Add in that big hard you have going and your damn close to being irresistible." Jake said, and leaning over he gave my right thigh a friendly squeeze that made my cock dance in my clingy stretchy boxers.

I was blushing furiously. There it was out in the open. Jake was gay, and he wanted ME! Holy, hell! "Um thanks Jake." I finally managed. "Your hot as hell yourself."

"So.... we got some time. Were ahead of schedule. You want to stop at a rest area and let me take care of you, boss?" He purred, his bass voice all furry and sexy. Jake's left hand, rubbing my thigh, moved up to squeeze my cock where it tented the stretchy shorts. 

I nearly came. He had no idea! MY jaw dropped. "I ... um... Jake... mmm"

Jake's hand caressed and squeezed me.  My pelvis rolled, my buttocks clenching from the exquisite torture of pleasure of having another man grope me.

Finally, my good, but idiotic sense hissed, "We can't."

Jake's hand stilled. "Cass?" He asked me. Jake was quick, I had to say that for him.

I searched for the words, it being a lot harder when most of my brain was in my cock and his hand still held it.

"I've had letters from Cass." I said, at last. "A couple of them asked about you... if I had seen you. He hadn't heard from you. I almost wrote him and told him I hired you. Almost called him. But I got to thinking and since it seemed you weren't writing him..." I shrugged. "I never told him I hired you. I figured you two have some personal stuff to deal with and ... I don't want to see Cass hurt."

Jake's hand left my cock and a moment later Jake pulled his seat up out of the sexy reclining position he'd been in. Oh ho, I thought! So! He'd known what he was doing when he sat back to put on a show. Suddenly, I was flattered beyond belief!

He let out a long breath. "Yeah. Well... your son and I ... were close... and ... but he's really young, I wanted him to be free to have a life without worrying about me or what I'd think." Jake allowed.

I glanced over, taking in the frown of concentration on that ruggedly gorgeous face. "Sounds as serious as I thought it might be."

Jake almost grimaced. "It was great. I mean we weren't together long. We never ... I sort of caught him in a strange time for both of us. If he hadn't been so much younger, maybe..." Jake shrugged.

"You're not that much older."

Jake grinned. "I'm eight years older. Ten years younger than you."

I was forty-two, which meant Jake was thirty-two. I found those pale blue eyes intense on me and looked away. Damn those eyes. But Jake pressed his point home. "Besides there was someone else. Someone else I met right off when you hired me. Someone else I'd fallen for." Jake didn't elaborate. 

After a moment he went on. "Hell, I'll be the first to say I am no good at monogamy. Some hot guy looks at me a certain way and what little I am wearing tends to go flying out the nearest window. But that doesn't mean I can't fall for a guy, and I did. Funniest damn thing as I haven't even had sex with him yet." Jake went on, his voice a soft furry bass draw that was just audible over the soft sounds of car and road. "Oh, a real short time ago, I managed to grab hold of his big cock through his sexy little shorts, but ... I want it all. Been wanting it all, for too damn long."

I dared to look over at Jake, met those dazzlingly gorgeous eyes, looked back at the road, at Jake again. The man waited there, like a big wild hunting cat, sexy, hungry, all of that energy pointed, poised at me, and I was stunned, exhilarated... and then trapped with dread.

"Jake." I whispered. "Jake... I... we better not go down that road. Not with Cass coming home, about to see you again. I... don't know what you had between you. Exactly. Cass needs to tell me. I won't press you."

Jake nodded but didn't move and I went on. "If you want to know if I am attracted to you, I am. I... can't hardly breath when you are near me. You are an unbelievably sexy man. Its ...its a fantasy fulfilled just having you say what you said to me. But ... I won't see Cass hurt." 

There, that would have to do. I let out a breath, eyes on the road, thankful for cruise control as the wheel was enough for him to deal with right now.

After a moment Jake growled, "Damn, Mark... fuck... figured you would say something like that." Jake leaned his seat back again. "But one way or another, I can wait." He chuckled, reached over, gave my cock another slow squeeze and a single stroke through my shorts before withdrawing his hand, and said nothing more for the rest of the drive.

Slowly, I relaxed, well everything but my cock did, anyway. Fighting the desire to reach into my shorts and touch himself, or to even glance over at that sight of pure man sex sitting beside me. With shaky resolve, I filled my mind with "ice bergs, snow, ugly old ladies.... anything....