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!

My Island, 3,                            MARK

While Jake parked the car at the airport, I went on in to locate the gate number of the flight. We had agreed it would be nicest to wait for Cass at the gate and go with him to baggage claim to help him. This meant going through security. Neither of us were detained, though we had to take off shoes to get through. The long walk to the correct gate to greet Cass's Denver flight brought double takes, triple takes, and hard longing stares from passengers, security, flight crews, even a pilot or two. I felt like we stood out like a beacon, maybe because jake had laid out my clothes today and I was dressed in tight stretchy boxer shorts that hid nothing of what I had. I felt undressed. Jake looked incredible, like a model or actor, with his athletic cut, chiseled bod intimately revealed in a tight t and skintight faded jeans in which he went, as he usually did, commando. I felt a bit uncomfortable, but Jake walked along like he owned it.

His Casual warm smile and sparkling eyes brought blushing smiles to women, other hot men, and happy smiles from children... Whomever Jake looked at could not help smiling back. Ok, I had it bad. I was already half in love with Jake himself, and I feared that, after months of gazing secretly at Jake at the resort as he went about his work, I was close to an obsession about him.  But by the time we reached the gate and had seen Jake's effect on so many others, I was in a state of near shock. Did the man even realize how magnetic he was? Wow.

We were almost at the gate when Jake spotted Cass. The young man was walking with a cute looking male flight attendant who was gazing at his walking companion with ill-concealed worship. And why not, I thought. My son was spectacular. A late developer, Cass had had a coltish look only a few summers before, but it had filled out to a swimmer's build now with some added gym-built muscle. With his pale blond hair, just a shade darker than platinum, he looked like a young god. The attendant, clearly gay, and a bit of a flamer was gabbling at Cass as they drew near. Cass was giving him his full attention and clearly had yet to spot Jake and I standing there. I cleared my throat, loudly, and said, "Cass are you going to walk right past us, or don't you know your dad when you see him?"

The attendant froze, gaped at us and then gaped at Jake. Jakes effect was profound. The attendant went visibly shuddery with such a glazed look I wondered if the young fellow would ever recover from the encounter. Cass was dressed in a mesh muscle t that hid nothing of his torso, and white shorts so sheer they displayed everything he had, which I saw was impressive. Cass met my eyes, beamed a wide-open grin and ran. Good lord, were my own shorts THAT revealing? My eyes dropped to the wagging jiggling crotch of those shorts as Cass slammed into me and jumped, all but bowling me over, arms and legs wrapped around me in a huge tight hug. "DAD!!!"

Oof! I staggered, grinning in spite of myself. Cass had always been demonstrative, perhaps more so as the years had gone by with his mom becoming ever more estranged from his dad. But this was another level, and I wasn't going to complain. I hugged Cass back and when Cass planted a very public kiss on my lips, I kissed him back too, secretly loving it. 

" Mmm wow, well hi there, son!"

Cass giggled and released me with his legs if not his arms, standing on his feet again. Face to face, or rather nose to nose. I noted Cass was still a tad shorter than myself. but not by much though. I was feet one, and Cass was six feet, and maybe a half. He looked incredible. Like a young sun god. My heart swelled with pride at the sight of him. "You look ready for the sun and beach,"

Cass giggled, that soft low husky male giggle that made me chuckle just to hear it. How had I ever produced such a happy boy? "Dad, it's not like California isn't already sunny and warm. I'm at the pool or beach every day. But I can't wait to get home. I have missed our Island."

"Our Island has missed you, son." l said and added. "I have missed you. More than I can say."

Cass grinned and hugged me again, so tight I thought my ribs would break. I felt his eyes start with tears and blinked them back. God, I loved this boy.

Cass seemed to become aware there were two others. He almost turned to Jake but turned instead to the flight attendant who was standing there, slack jawed.  Chris this is my, Dad, Michael Alexander. Dad, this is Chris. We met on the flight here. Um, Chris lives in Florida and he's a flight attendant. I told him you were looking for a secretary to run your office. He has a lot of experience with that, and, well, I was wondering if you would..."

"Sure, and I still am. That girl Marcia we had was mess, as you know. Good to meet you, Chris." I offered my hand to the attendant, who was a cute platinum blond young man, maybe closer to Jakes age then Cass's, with pale blue eyes and pert full lips that were parted as if he were stunned out of his mind. I couldn't really blame him. "Do you have a resume, Chris?"

"Um not with me, Sir, but I can email it to you by tonight if you want. Uh, the thing is the airline is going through cutbacks and I was notified that any attendant with less than a year's seniority was to be cut." He shrugged. "I've been an attendant for nine months, so I have one more week and ... I am gone."

"Well send it to me by email. The second I get home and can check my emails, I will email you back with a yay or nay, ok?" I said, smiling at the young man. "From what you say, sounds like it may well be a yay, but no promises."

"Of course, Sir." I noticed Chris's eyes slide back toward Jake and hid a snort. Interesting that Cass seemed to be pretending Jake wasn't there.

"Let's get to baggage claim and get going," I prompted. I glanced at Jake, but Mr. gorgeous hunk Jake Saunder's ruggedly sexy as fuck features were a bland non expression. Ok, what was going on here, I thought. I touched Jake's arm, and we began moving off. Cass held back a bit. I glanced back and saw Cass give the attendant a very close hug that included a kiss to the mouth that lingered.

Jake had a half smile on his face, looking back as well. He winked at me. I knew what that look meant. I hadn't been completely certain Cass was gay. Now, I was close to one hundred percent certain.

His son parted from the attendant and joined them, looking a little flushed. Not only that but the front of those scandalous shorts was showing a cock shape that was larger and more pronounced than it had been a minute or so ago. My son was getting hard right in the middle of the airport, and not bothering to hide it. Nothing modest about Cass. And why should he be? I had to wonder. Maybe Cass hadn't attained Jake's incredible magnificence, but Cass's fresh clean beauty was like a beam of sunshine. He was glorious. 

We headed down to baggage claim causing stares as we went, even more so as Cass was with us.  It felt like the three of us had become celebrities. Cass seemed to take all that as his due, hooking his arm in mine as they walked along.

"God, I have missed you."

"You too son, you too."

Why hadn't Cass and Jake so much as greeted each other? They knew each other from Rehoboth beach where Cass had gone to stay with his cousin Alex Shearer and his partners, one of whom, had been Jake. I sighed, hoping I hadn't bought into drama by hiring Jake and his one ship charter company. Well, whatever it was, they would just have to get over it.