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!

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Prologue

CASS

God, I was horny. The plane was cramped. One of those cheapo flights where people were packed together. My seat mate was an elderly lady wearing earphones but sound asleep, leaning against the shoulder of her husband who sat at the Isle. The husband kept trying to peer over his wife at me. With good reason. I was young, fit, worked hard at that, and loved to show it off.

I wore a skintight white tee that showed off my pecs and my dime sized nipples that poked at the thin fabric. My bubble butt and very well-endowed package was displayed in skintight black jeans, so tight my cock was hugged and displayed to the point of every bump and nearly every vein. This was exaggerated by the cock ring that pushed my goods out even more against the black denim.

Ignoring the old man I sat back, thighs wide, crotch prominent for the hot young guy in the seat ahead who was surreptitiously peering back through the crack between the seats to stare at the shape of my semi hard cock. I gave it a dancing throb for those pretty blue eyes.

Yeah, I tended to draw attention wherever I went. But the attention I liked to draw was best when it came from hot hunks like the one just one row up and one seat over. The hotty peered back at my display and licked his lips. But so, of course, did the old man. I was really grateful his wife sat between us and seemed oblivious to my hard on. I suppressed a "gah" of humorous disgust. The old man leaned forward coughing so he could get another look. His wife said, "Are you all right, Dear?" The old man reddened and sat back.

I didn't blame the old man, really, but I hoped that was that old and no longer physically attractive to someone my age, that I could restrain myself. It was undignified. Then, again, maybe when I was that old, I could be excused for trying to enjoy the scenery. 

Hell, if I had my way, I would unzip my jeans, pull my cock out and stroke it right there on the plane. I was just barely nineteen, perpetually horny, in need of release, with a cock more than big enough for showing off, and being half hard like this, made the thought of exposure, almost too hot to handle. 

The seat belt sign went on soon after, and I was obliged to tame things down, sit up straight, and get ready for landing. The blond hunk peering back at my crotch between the seats, offered me a disappointed pout, and put his seat back up straight as well.

Half an hour later I was in line, leaving the plane and saw the hunk turn and move to the side in  the access tunnel for me to catch up. The stud was about six feet maybe six feet one, wearing stretch cotton boxer briefs under a sky-blue polo shirt that fit his shoulders and pecs in a very nice way, hanging loose around his narrow hips. Damn, those boxers flaunted what he had even more than my jeans. Only the fact there was no Y front made them barely passable as outerwear, and the bulge revealed enough to suggest plenty to flaunt.

"Hey."

"Hey," I said, grinning like a fool. His voice sounded as hot as the rest of him.

We walked together.

"Thanks for the crotch show on the plane. You kept me rock hard the whole flight. So much pre cum, I had to take my pants off and change my underwear to these.

"I like what I am seeing now." I remarked, reacting to that sexy purr of a baritone, my eyes glued to his bulge as we walked, watching the goods there jiggle heavily with each step.

"Where are you headed?" he asked.

"Florida Keys. My dad has a resort there."

"Nice!" The blond looked disappointed. "I'm getting off here." (As here was Denver, we were ending up nowhere close. "I live In Boulder," he said, and I could feel both our disappointments.

"At the moment I wish I did too." I said, grinning.

"Here, at least let me give you a card. Has my email and phone. You ever in this area, give me a call, and I will put you up for however long you like. Umm, I have a partner but... if he gave me trouble, I would just kick his ass. Your too beautiful, he'd probably want you, himself." The blond wiggled his brows. I glanced at the card. It read Jeff Honeywell."

He was a honey all right. We walked together as far as the main terminal when Jeff turned to take his leave to go to baggage.

I did not have a card, but I quickly said, "My dad's resort is called Mark's Marine and Hotel Resort on Mark's Key. It's a private Island in the Florida Keys. You can find it on the computer."

"I'll look it up. Maybe I will take my next spring break there."

"That would be awesome!"

We looked at each other, and then stepped into each other and hugged with lips brushing and then... he was gone, heading down to baggage. Since I had a connecting flight, I just had to hope all my stuff made it, too and would meet me in Florida.

But meeting Jeff Honeywell had made me hornier than ever. 

God, but I hoped Dad's resort island had some gay men. There was one very special one I hoped would be there, the x husband to my cousin Alex Shearer's friend, Dan who owned two beach resorts, one in Rehoboth beach Delaware, and one in Key West he'd just bought a year ago.

That was an interesting story in itself. I'd gone to Rehoboth for Thanksgiving a year ago, to visit Alex.. At that time, Alex and Dan were obviously really close, close enough to confuse the hell our of me, along with other guys all living together in a big place by the beach. Dan's husband spent most of his time away piloting yachts up and down the Inland water way to Florida and back. Dan was hot, my cousin even hotter, but Jake... oh fuck Jake, Captain Jake Saunders, one time Navy Seal, present ship Captain, was on another plane of hotness. Slightly taller than I, and more powerfully built.

It had been a casual mention out of lots of talks with my dad, but my dad had no idea how big a mention Jake's name had been to me. Jake was complicated, and fascinating, and though I'd barely scratched the surface of him, and hadn't seen him for what was going on a year now, I was obsessed.

What with one thing and another I hadn't seen Jake since then, but I wanted too, and I hoped I soon would.

I went back to school for my last year getting my MBA, and I found a roommate, a straight dude who didn't mind that I was gay. I actually thought George was secretly curious about it, and since George was hot, if in a thicker muscle boy way then I'd been tempted to teach George a thing or two. Maybe it was the memory of Jake, I am not sure, but seducing a straight roommate lost the appeal it might once have had. George was becoming a really good friend, but I knew even if I did get him into bed, he genuinely loved his girlfriend, Diedre, and wanted to marry her, and who was I to spoil their happiness? As it was, I just teased my roomy by going naked a lot in our apartment. I'd caught George looking too... a lot. Particularly the last few weeks.

It was a good thing graduation came, with it a final blow out frat party, and I was headed for the airport to get to Dad's resort for the summer and maybe longer. George had gotten drunk and somehow ended up crawling into my bed with me. But other than a clumsy attempt to kiss me, before he'd fallen asleep, we'd never gotten further than that.

Despite being in memory world over Jake, I made my next flight, giving the cute flight attendant a big smile, which was returned with an intensity that told me the attendant was on our same side of the orientation Isle. "Welcome aboard, Sir."

"Thank you." Winking at him, I went to take my seat. His was an aisle seat this time, and at the front of the plane. As minutes passed it became clear there're would be few passengers. The attendant steered others clear of the front row while I studied him. The flight attendant's uniform showed off a very fit young man, a gymnast or dancer, very nice legs, and ass, maybe a few years older than me with brown hair, brown eyes like liquid pools of chocolate. The uniform tag read Rod Hardon. Oh MY GOD, Rod Hardon? How could someone go through life with a name like that? 

When departure time approached, Rod himself got on the com to the passengers. "Welcome aboard. This is an economy shuttle flight but we... meaning I... will serve snacks halfway through. Peanuts or crackers or chips and some soda or water. If you will notice the exit doors, there are two at the rear and two up here near the front of the Isle."

A programmed announcement came on next leaving the attendant free to follow along demonstrating the oxygen cups and flotation devices drill. This done, he said, "Please keep your seat belts fastened until the captain has turned off the seatbelts sign."

Rod took an obligatory trip on down the aisle, checking seatbelts and tray tables before coming back to my side.

One more glance down the aisle, and he turned and sat down next to me with a wide smile and a cheerful. "Hi."

"Hi."

"Those tight black slim cut big cock hugging jeans of yours are driving me out of my mind." Rod, the attendant said breathily in my ear, sending tingles to my crotch, making my cock dance visibly in my tight jeans. My ears were super sensitive to hot breath and tongue licks. Any contact with my ear and my cock just had to surge to almost painful hardness.

"Good. That's what they are for." I said dimpling with what I knew from mirror practice, was an adorable smirk. Conceited much?

"MMm, is that thing real?" His eyes were on my crotch.

"Yup."

"Fuck." The attendant's right hand moved to left thigh and slid upwards.

Ok, that felt way too good to pretend otherwise. I vented a soft moan as the attendant's hand cupped my bulge and explored my swelling cock where it stretched up and across to my left hip. "I may have to take special care of you," he husked into my ear, "but first let's get that seat belt fastened." Rod clipped me into my seat belt for him, taking every advantage offered to fondle and caress what was bulging and throbbing there and not a moment too soon, as the plane's engines revved for takeoff.

"Mmm, you keep teasing that, and I am going to have to let it out." I warned as the plane accelerated down the runway.

"I've had that in mind." The attendant said. Once the plane gathered altitude Rod Hardon's hand returned to my hard cock, massaging me through my jeans. But once were leveled off, he had to get up and see to his passengers.

The only problem was my new sexy attendant friend Rod, was showing a very intimately outlined erection. "Now look what you did to me!" He gasped. I had to laugh as the attendant went up to the galley area out of sight. He did not quite close the curtains, but, making sure I could see through the gap, he unzipped his pants, pulled out a very nice seven plus inch cock and applied some ice to it. Rod was trying to cool down his rod before he served the rest of the customers. He visibly shuddered, but grinned as he did it, soon tucking himself back in and zipping up to resume service to the passengers.

I couldn't help teasing him. I undid the top button of my pants jeans, pushed my seat back so the next time Rod wheeled his cart up the Isle and looked, he had a splendid view of my rock-hard ten-inch cock throbbing just for him. As I usually did, the better to show off, I had gone commando, so there was only the black denim to separate cock from exposure. The next time Rod passed, me I had undone the zipper part way, and my erection teased the edge of my belt line. Only a casual hand holding down my cock, kept it from springing up out of the fly into exposure. But oh, it felt so good to gain that much more release around my aching cock. And this way, my hand, resting over my hard cock was in position so that my fingers could reach through the half down fly to brush over the throbbing shaft.

Rod's eyes bugged out and he licked his lips as he passed me.

Finally, when I was the only one left to serve, Rod brought sodas for both of us and settled beside me. His hand moved over to unzip e the rest of the way. My pounding soda can thick cock swung up and out making Rod's jaw drop. Then the attendant bent forward, and kissed piss slit with the drop of precum dressing it, his hands fondling the balls as his tongue licked and swirled over the shaft. I groaned with delight. "Oo this is good. I am so close."

"Already?" Rod asked.

"Yes, it's been a while."

"Your huge, my mouth has never stretched this wide."

"You're doing great. Most guys can't get half that far."

I believe it." Encouraged the attendant went back to it, after a while managing to get this mouth around the head and halfway down the shaft. he could not take it further, but his hands moved up to jack the part he couldn't suck.

My balls contracted as the point of no return came and went, that super-hot tightening feeling under my balls kept condensing toward explosion. My first jet pulse made my eyes cross, as my cock spat into that fantastic mouth. The attendant gobbled away like a vacuum cleaner, taking every drop, just in time too. As he lifted his head from my cock, he happened to see someone coming up the Isle.

"Quick, Cass, cover up." Rod grabbed a napkin and dropped it over my hypersensitive throbbing cock just as a tall broad-shouldered man reached my seat. The man's eyes dropped to the two of us, moved to my lap clearly taking in the state of things. A grin appeared on wide lips, and he said to us, "NIce, boys. wish I could join you, but my wife has eyes like a hawk." With a chuckle the man winked and moved on to the rest room.

"Damn." I gasped, breathing hard from my climax.

"Yeah, damn. Your hot. I... I am going to be busy the rest of the flight. Do you have a card? I want your number... I want to see you again."

I smiled, satisfied for the moment. I was still horny. It took more than one climax to appease me once I got this needy. But at least the edge was off. I could relax and look forward to seeing my dad again... and maybe... just maybe the sexy Jake.