Clint is travelling on a small Cessna Citation over the Pacific. When the plane hits a pocket of turbulence, he is wrenched from his nap and plunged into a nightmare. The plane plummets into the ocean. Clint and one other passenger, a man named Carlos, survive. The hulk of the plane sinks, leaving them adrift with no land in sight. They fight to stay alive, but thirst and exhaustion overtake them. Purely by luck Clint finds himself washed ashore on a mysterious island. But where is Carlos? Did sharks get him? Did he drown? With survival foremost in his mind Clint finds clean water and fruit and a safe place to rest. Then Clint discovers the island is inhabited by other castaways, men who have been washed ashore on this unknown island over the years. One of the men is Andy, with whom Clint falls in love. Only much later does he discover Carlos’s fate, along with the fact that the island has more secrets to reveal. One that could cost him his life.

An Island, Lost

Andy looked at me and smiled. “No, Clint. Or rather, I don’t know. Stuck on the island we have to make do with what we’ve got. I know some blokes have wives and kids back home. Some seem to take to the man on man thing easier than others.”


“Well, let’s say there are about four or five of the men who are publically against it. But I know for a fact one of them gets his cock sucked regularly.” Andy laughed. “No secrets here.” Then he added. “At least, not many.”


“And you? Where do you fall on the spectrum?”


“Bi,” he replied simply. “You?”


“Let’s just say I’m not going to have any trouble taking to the man on man thing.”


Andy looked at me. His expression was difficult to read, but he looked at me with such intensity that I felt my cock starting to grow once more.


“So,” I said, “tell me what happens here. What does everyone do?”


Chapter 8