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

“Is the same thing going to happen to me?” I asked with a quiver in my voice.


Andy stopped and waited for the other men to pass us by. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me tenderly on the lips.


“Absolutely not. How can I let anything happen to you? To any one of the men? But especially you.” He kissed me again. “If there’s a problem, we’ll handle it together.”


He took his arms from around my waist and gave my cock a gentle tug, as he often did. It made me smile.


“I like it when you do that,” I said. “It’s nice.”


For the rest of the day, the village was abuzz with the news that I, the newcomer, had killed a beast of the jungle. The men of the village were supportive, some even sympathetic. Unfortunately, despite the fact they meant well, their mournful expressions filled me with the dread of what was to come. I didn’t have long to find out my fate. That same evening, during dinner, the village had a visitor.


Chapter 12