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

He led me across the centre of the village to the hut we shared. The night was full of quiet noises—the steady breathing of the men already sleeping, the insects, the occasional call of a night bird, and the steady ever-present sound of the waves slapping against the sand of the beach.


In the darkness we hugged and kissed. I could feel his erect cock pressing into my thigh. My cock remained flaccid.


“Why did you offer yourself to that witch?” he asked, whispering.


“I had to,” I replied. “I have to be responsible for my actions. It’s not fair that anyone else should have to die for something I did, accident or not. Besides, I might be able to talk her out of it.”


Chapter 13