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

I arched my back against him and felt my load erupt from the head of my cock across the grass. As Andy’s hand continued on my cock, I shuddered and after the last drop had been shaken free of my cockhead, he kissed me on the back of my neck one last time before we fell asleep, him still inside me and me with a big smile on my face.  4


The sunlight was our alarm clock. It found us cuddled together beneath its glory.


“Hey babe, how are you?” he asked as I squinted against the bright light.


“Is there a word that means something better than fantastic?”


I rolled over to face him and we kissed.


“Let’s spend the day at the beach,” I said.


“Whatever you want,” he said kissing me, although neither of us was in any hurry.


Chapter 14