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!

MARK

Well, Cass seemed to understand the situation. He'd changed and showered out of those skimpy lifeguard speedos and wore some white boater chinos and a black polo shirt, deck shoes, looking very nice, I thought. No, hell, he looked hot. My son could wear anything and look edible. 

I, myself, had gone back up to the house to put on some dress slacks and a blue, short sleeve, button down, shirt. I had almost worn a tie, but decided that would be overkill for what was, after all, lunch on a yacht. Cass and I walked down to Pier eight which was the next to last pier before the manmade harbor entrance. The Marina had been designed so that large super yachts could dock sideways to the main piers or smaller yachts could dock with sterns to the piers. All of this was accomplished using a floating dock modular system. Big yachts were requested to inform our dock master when they were arriving, and the dock master and dock boy's jobs included moving those modular dock arms around so a large yacht could slide in against the main pier, of which there were eight. The Marina was full, the resort becoming a very popular destination for yachts and yacht owners. My Island, Alexander Key was also designed with a breakwater extending out and around from the south headland and another from the north, leaving a reasonably wide harbor entrance, to create a protected harbor, all of which faced the other keys, Key West and the Keys immediately to the East, which acted themselves as protection from storms off the Atlantic. It was a reasonably well protected harbor, and I was proud of that. We'd been through a couple of nasty hurricanes with no appreciable damage.

My eyes roamed over the resort as we walked, internally nodding approval at the state of things, from tropical flora recently planted around palm trees, to the line of condos that rested on higher ground up behind the marina. The entire resort still had a bit of that fresh planted look, but one thing about tropical weather. Things grew fast. I had opted to avoid grass or lawns that would need cutting, and much of the landscaping was done with railroad ties to shore up banks or flower beds, and crunched seashells and flag stone instead of lawn.

The resort rose up behind the marina with one large high hill on the Island one hundred feet above sea level. The main building was the hotel, one hundred luxury suites that nestled on the near side of that rise facing the marina. Behind the hotel imbedded into the land was an underground concrete and steel shelter with walls several feet thick, built to withstand hurricanes and even a title wave that might top even the entire Island. Everything could be washed away but that dome could shelter up to three hundred people in airtight submarine type conditions. The build of it had been the notion of the man, that dot com billionaire who had bequeathed the Island to me. 

Pretty much a bare piled up manmade mountain with its dome on top when my friend passed, I had taken the vision beyond a bare raised Island to a beautiful palm and tropical landscaped paradise. I smiled at it all, proud of it, but felt the smile drain from my face, as we neared the transom of Jordan Danforth's mega yacht. Multi decked towering, and ultra-modern, Danforth's Law of the Sea" had a dark slate blue hull with a white-water line stripe and spaceship curved cabin works above, lots of fiberglass and weather proof tinted glass. Just over a hundred feet she was not the largest mega yacht I'd ever seen by far, and there were a couple more larger yachts on the next pier over, but she was impressive.

A black-haired boy in a tight spandex Tonga styled bathing suit flashed a huge smile at the gang plank. the boy was gorgeous, long lashed black eyes, chiseled beauty, with a dark olive tanned skin, and a rippling build, both muscular and lean. I smiled back politely as the young man addressed us.

"Mr. Alexander. Welcome aboard. Your lovely wife and my dad are waiting for you on the aft deck salon. And you must be Cass Alexander?" The beautiful young man said to Cass, flashing him a disarming smile.

Cass's mouth opened but nothing came out.  I glanced over to see a glazed look in my son's eyes. "Yes, this is Cass. Cass, this is Barrett Danforth, Jordan Danforth's older of two sons." I had met the boy a month before when the Danforth yacht arrived, and I wasn't going to say anything to Cass, but Barret had come on to me, pretty obviously.

"Welcome home, Cass." Barrett Danforth said in a honeyed tone.

"Thanks. Um, your dad's yacht was here last year, and I was working here in the summer, but I don't remember seeing you." Cass said.

"I was finishing up my last year in college. I did not come home or, here last summer. But I've been here with the ship for the last month. Dad, and your mom just got here a couple of days ago.

"Oh." Cass said. "Well nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine." Barrett said, his voice close to a purr.

He led us aboard and up and back two decks into a spacious salon. Cream colored leather sectionals, mahogany trim, brass shining everywhere one looked. I spotted my wife in a white summer dress, the v neck so deep her plump breasts were all but exposing nipples. My practiced eye figured she wore nothing beneath, but the realization left me unmoved. She looked both beautiful and slutty. Just as always. Her green eyes flicked across me dismissively but lighted on her son with more force. Was that love in those eyes. For the first time, I questioned that.  Her smile was practiced and brilliant as she got up to meet Cass, holding his shoulders as she air kissed him just off of each cheek. "Cass, darling you look wonderful. Come sit here. You must be very hungry, the way you're growing. You've met Jordan." She said gesturing to the tall black haired distinguished looking man with black eyes. Danforth's hair was artfully allowed to silver at the temples. He was wearing a tennis outfit, and now that I was noticing these things a bit more, those shorts were a bit tighter than one would want for tennis. Tight enough to show off a prominent bulge. It was the kind of tightness that typical straight men probably wouldn't wear.

"Hi, Mark, good to see you." Danforth said to me with every appearance of sincerity. With his resonant voice and looks he could have easily gone into politics. "So glad you could come to lunch with Cass."

Samantha Alexander smiled falsely and didn't say a word to me, her husband, but turned to Barret." Barret will you join us?"

"Definitely," Barret said, his eyes flicking over Cass.

"Find your little brother, Bar." Jordan Danforth ordered.

"He went to the beach, dad. I doubt I can find him until after lunch."

Jordan Danforth's features drew into a cold scowl. "Then stay and have lunch, son. Afterwards you can show Mark's boy here around the yacht."

"Be my pleasure, dad."

Danforth's mouth twisted at that, but he said nothing further to his son, but stepped over to a table that was surrounded by white cushioned curved benches, dressed in fine dishes, a flower arrangement, linin napkins, all of it white.

Immediately another young man appeared, muscular, wearing a prominently bulging white thong, and a wind breaker open to reveal a well-developed powerful torso. He was stunningly gorgeous.

Samantha spoke smoothly, her voice sultry, "Emanuel, our guests are ready. Please serve lunch for five."

"Yes Madam." The waiter said, his voice deep. He bowed, turned and paced rapidly away on silent feet.

I found myself sitting next to Barrett, with Cass across the table and my wife and Danforth at either end. Already I was wondering why I hadn't already sued for divorce.

"Emanuel is a talented masseur and personal trainer. He is a favorite of Sam's." Jordan Danforth said.

Samantha smiled. "You do know how to spoil a girl, dear."

"My wife always has an eye for skilled talent." I couldn't help from saying, mildly.

Samantha darted me a sarcastically sweet look.

Then she said, "We might as well tell you. Jordan and I intend to be married next month."

I lifted my brows, glancing at Cass to see his puzzled expression. He was as startled as I was. I looked back and forth between Danforth and my wife in surprise. "Ernm, your still married to me," I said. 

Danforth, I noticed. winced. Perhaps the man was not happy Samantha had blabbed. But he sallied forth anyway, saying firmly to me, "Yes, Mark, we need to get the divorce settled. I for one was hoping we might reach a reasonable agreement today.

Ah here it was, the bulldozer snow job I'd half expected.  What startled me, however, was the feel of a hand gripping my thigh through my slacks. There was a tablecloth covering the table and draping down on all sides, but a glance down told him that Barret Danforth, who had sat himself between me and Cass, had just grabbed my thigh in a squeezing caress.

I looked at Barret meeting my seat mate's eyes. Those dark eyes challenged me to do something about it, and suddenly I realized that if I made a scene, Barret would deny the whole thing. Brash kid. I didn't like feeling pushed. I needed to concentrate on Danforth and his wife. I put my hand under the table over Barret's but the young man just kept caressing my leg, slowly rubbing me upwards.

Across Barret, my son was gazing at my seat mate, with a look I can only describe as besotted. The table edge, being curved, prevented Cass from seeing that the object of his desire was desiring someone else, me, Cass's own father.

"Some wine, Mark?" Danforth said as Emanuell approached with a cart. The sexy attendant poured iced tea for everyone, and then began putting covered dishes on the table, leaning close to Samantha, my wife, to do so. She reached up and openly ran a hand over his ass as he leaned over the table beside her. Danforth didn't seem to notice. He was busy pouring wine into my glass and then his own.

For a while we exchanged forced pleasantries while Barret's hand became more adventurous under the table. He soon found my cock through slacks, which was already half hard. between him and the wine, I was feeling both hot, reckless and yet wary. What was he up to? I did not trust this young man.

The conversation was kept to inconsequential things, mostly Sam asking Cass about his life, what he was doing now that college was over. In the meantime, Barret had unzipped my slacks and pulled my cock out and was keeping it achingly hard, and pulsing under the table. Without making what he was doing very obvious, he couldn't make me cum, because even though this was incredibly stupid of me, I couldn't seem to stop it, yet I was too damn wary of what my wife and Danforth were up to reach the edge much less spurt.. 

As for Samantha, she used very opportunity to play with Emanuell in front of us, twice exchanging long voluptuous kisses with him in thanks for his service to the table, often petting him, including running a hand over his bulge a few times with hardly an effort to look like it was an accident.

Cass answered her in mono syllables where possible, clearly disgusted by her display. Danforth, her lover and Lawyer just looked on tolerantly, and I wondered if my soon to be x wife understood how short her marriage would last before her lawyer husband divorced her for infidelity and took everything she had.

Finally, this forced hospitality ended along with lunch, Danforth, who'd been presiding over the affair with the patience of a predator poised to pounce, produced a file, dropping it in front of me on the table. 

"The terms are simple." Danforth, said, Samantha wants to reverse the asset agreement you had discussed before I took over her case. She wants majority ownership of the resort and all its assets as well as full ownership of the private home you built here overlooking the harbor and the Island itself. You get the house in Malibu, the ski lodge in Vale, and in exchange you will not need to pay alimony.

I sat there stunned. "this... is a complete reversal of what you told me before." My cock which had been dripping pre, and throbbing a moment before in Barret's hand, softened. Under the table, I removed his hand, before slowly zipping up, hoping no one noticed.

"Well, I change my mind." She snipped at me. "Besides, as my lawyer," she nodded at Danforth," has pointed out to me, the resort is worth far more than the showy crap you were foisting off on me. 

"More wine, Mam?" Emanuell purred.

"Oh yes, the wine." She said, staring blatantly at the front of Emanuel's thong. ' Enmanuel poured wine into each glass, ending with mine, which was still mostly full, and then as he passed Samantha she reached out, halted him with a hand on his hip and said, "Your service deserves another kiss."

And right in front of me and her husband to be Danforth, she tilted her head up and exchanged yet another long French kiss with their waiter before relinquishing him. "Your so wonderful, Emanuell," she purred, her voice husky honey. God, she was hot for him and I thought, maybe just drunk enough not to care who noticed.

""Your wife and her appetites, it is not easy for me to keep up, but with men like Emanuel around, I keep her satisfied." Danforth explained to me, giving me another small shock. Clearly Danforth did not care and was even in on it.

I tried to think of a response, but under the table Barret's hand was back, unzipping me and robbing me of thought, forget any actual words. How was I supposed to protest or think when this was going on? How could I explain to Cass that the boy he was lusting over was masturbating his dad at that very moment? I decided retreat was the better part of valor. "MMMM, I will look this over and cock you, call you, to set up a meeting with our lawyers to discuss it further. You might as well know I can't see myself agreeing. There are too many people here who look to me and depend on my decisions.

My wife glared at me. "I thought you wanted an amicable settlement, Michael. And one done as soon as possible. Well, there it is. I really don't want to have a fight. But if you want that, I will remind you that Jordan here is one of the foremost divorce lawyers in the country."

Cass, I noticed still couldn't take his eyes off my seat mate who, though still slowly stroking me under the table, his hand lubed by my precum, was gazing back and flirting with Cass.

"I don't want to fight," I said. "Let me run it by Cid."

Samantha laughed. "That old fossil still your lawyer? 

"Unnhunh." I half groaned as my pelvis involuntarily hunched upward as if to feed my cock to that devilish hand under the table. Damn but Barret was going to make me cum in a minute if he kept this up.

Danforth put out a soothing hand toward Samantha. "Darling let him show it to Cid. We can wait another few days. No need to rush these things. Amicable settlements take time. And Cid Bloominthal is very well respected. " Danforth said patronizingly, with so much sincerity it was way overdone.

Cass had finally woken up to the whole thing, "Dad has spent millions and years of labor on this resort. Of course, it's worth more, then the other properties, but mom, you can't agree with that and yet ask for an even switch in assets."

I closed my eyes. My son didn't get it. He was just confirming what Samantha already knew bolstering her argument.

"I can, and I will. I have evidence your father is as gay as a three-dollar bill and cheating on me with men for years! I am going to strip him clean."

"You do, mom, and you'll be dead to me, you drunken whore!" Cass yelled, standing up, which sort of spoiled the effect as his pants showed a clear erection.

Samantha shrieked. "How dare you talk to me that way. Mark, how can you let your son talk to me that way?"

"Well, he is twenty-two, Sam." I said, mildly, using the moment to push Barret's hand off my cock. I zipped up, careful not to zip into my cock. I'd had enough of this, anyway. I stood up, not caring if I too were hard. "As I said, I will have my lawyers look at your proposal. But the chances I will agree to this are about nil. Good afternoon."

Danforth shrugged and tried to look casual about the whole affair, but said, "I really think you should reconsider."

I just shrugged back and with a hand to Cass's back eased us both to the gangplank and off that ship.

Walking back up the dock, Cass walked close by me. "Fuck, that Barret is hot for me. You know what he did? He stroked himself off under the table. I could see his arm moving slow and sexy. He shot cum on my leg under the table. He was looking right at me."

Mark shook his head and began," Son..."

"He wiped his hand after... looking at me. And he is so beautiful, and he wants me."

l silenced myself from telling him about what Barret had been doing to me. "Of course, he wants you. Your beautiful, son."

"Aww dad, thanks. Your prejudiced but thanks. God I am so excited." Fitting action to word, Cass adjusted himself, clearly uncomfortable. "I wore really tight briefs, oww."

I hated to disabuse my son about someone so hot, but I thought I better. I did not trust Barret. "Son, he is a gorgeous young man, and so are you, but there is only one thing. That wasn't his cock he was stroking."

Cass took another few steps and then stopped as realization hit. "You mean?"

"Yep."

Cass's eyes went to my crotch where my cock was arched across the front. 

"Well shit!"

"Well at least you know what he likes." I said, with a shrug. 

"No, no, I am not fooling with him," Cass said, hotly. "Guess he is like his dad."

"His Dad?"

"Unhunh, two years back when I worked here in the summer as a dock boy, Danforth was here in his yacht, and he was all over the dock boys, including me." Cass blushed.

"That son of a bitch." I had to remind myself Cass and any others I had hired were all at least eighteen."

"He cornered me in the steam room and sucked me and... and he wanted me to suck him."

"Did you?"

"I didn't want to at first, but he was so persistent, and I was curious, so started too but someone came into the steam room, and I was too nervous to do that with anyone watching."

"Well..." I said, pausing and he waited, looking at me.

"You me and Jake probably ought to talk about rules and boundaries."

"What?" Cass gave me a strange look and I laughed.

"Son if we are to be in a three-way relationship with Jake, I don't want to be sharing either of you with other guys, do you?"

Cass blinked. "Uh, oh wow, yeah, your right I guess we need to have a talk."

I chuckled and Cass, turning an interesting shade of pink giggled and then got even redder. He hated his giggle and tried never to do it. I found it delightful, myself.

As we resumed walking, he asked. "You going to agree to their proposal?"

"Hell no."

"I didn't think so," Cass smirked.

"We could be facing some trouble, though son. We need to keep our sexuality low key for now, ok? I am going to order Danforth and his yacht out of here if I legally can, but even afterwards, don't even think Danforth won't leave spies here."

I made a mental note to check my condo and theirs for any bugs or hidden cameras. 

"You think they would go that far?"

"Son, thanks to a former friend I am very rich. I spent a lot of that developing this place, but this Island has begun turning a profit these last couple of years, particularly since we started really pushing the gay friendly aspect of the resort. There is nothing a snake like Danforth or your mother won't do to get a piece of that. We need to be careful."

Cass just nodded. I could see the reality slamming home. It was sad to see my son turn against his mother like this, but a relief too. He would be on his guard.