The call came in on the radio one hot afternoon; one of the bush pilot aircraft was overdue, an old De Havilland Beaver DHC-2 floatplane hadn't returned or contacted base and it was 24 hours overdue. The plane was one of many used to service the small islands offshore with mail and small loads of cargo for the residents scattered over the thirty odd atolls and islands along the Great Barrier Reef. I knew the pilot, Jeff Striker; he was a total babe, handsome as all get out and built like a young Greek God. He was the epitome of what you'd call tall dark and handsome, he had every woman and girl in the small town of Airlie Beach palpitating whenever they saw him. I know he had quite a few men and boys also sweating in their jocks as he sauntered about the streets and if he appeared on the beach in his tiny speedos you could see those blokes who fancied him rolling over onto their stomachs to hide the raging hard boners that strained their boardies or speedos.

I am one who fancied Jeff and we were good mates but I'd never dared express my inner most thoughts or feelings, I was terrified of losing his mateship if he knew I was gay and desired him. The news he was overdue shattered me and I felt ill that maybe he had crashed somewhere out there either in the wide expanse of sea or on an uninhabited atoll or island. His last contact had been at Pirates Cove on Sunday Island as he taxied ready to take off but nothing since then. The other pilots, already in the air, were carrying out searches of the area and I headed for my Pilatus Porter PC-6/B2-H14 floatplane moored alongside the jetty in the river near the marina, its red and white livery gleaming in the tropical sun. I checked the fuel, oil and did the pre flight inspection before climbing aboard the aircraft. I switched on the ignition and primed the engine as I checked the flight instruments, the engine turned over slowly at first then it coughed a cloud of black smoke from the exhausts before it roared into life the propeller becoming a blur as I ran it up.

I throttled back and gestured to my crewman Ian, the local aircraft engineer, on the dock, he cast off the mooring lines before stepping onto the float and climbing into the cockpit, I needed another pair of eyes to help with the search. We taxied away from the dock and headed for the river entrance as I thrust the throttles forward, the plane leapt up skimming on the surface vibrating as the floats moved through the light chop before she lifted off climbing skywards water streaming away from the floats. I turned to port as we cleared the mangroves and headed northeast towards the search area.

We flew through the clear blue sky with the stunning turquoise blue sea below, a patchwork of light and dark as we passed over reef and sand, the radios intermittently crackled as the search pilots talked to one another but nothing new or positive came across the ether. We neared the last known position and continued on in the direction of Lizard Island the next port of call on his cargo manifest, the 20 minute flight passed with no sign of his aircraft as the heavily wooded island came into view I flew lower, only a few feet between the floats and the crinkly aqua coloured water as we zoomed towards the island. I radioed the residents on the island to ensure Jeff hadn't been seen and received a negative reply, his plane hadn't arrived, I pulled back on the stick and the long nose lifted as we gained altitude to fly over the low hills of the island to see if there was any sign of a crash but the unending green canopy showed nothing.

Perplexed I flew in widening circles as we peered down into the crystal blue water searching for any sign of oil or fuel slicks but nothing was visible, I wondered just where Jeff had headed, maybe his compass malfunctioned and he'd flown off course out into the Pacific? The reef was over 400 kilometres wide at this point and dotted with cays, atolls and islands mostly uninhabited once you flew out a ways. If Jeff's compass had let him down, and it was possible, his old Beaver was over thirty years old and even though it had been rebuilt several times in its long life it was still a very old aircraft. I took a punt and flew east towards the outer reef, I reckoned that if he'd headed west he'd have ended up back on the mainland and would have sorted out his position. We flew out wide and scanned islands, atolls and cays, every speck of land and vaste distances of empty sea with no sign of any life other than sea birds that nested on these outer undisturbed specks of land and a couple of huge Humpback whales making their way through the water.

As I approached the point of no return Ian, my observer, nudged me pointing off to the starboard side I banked the plane and saw in the distance the dying white smoke trail of a flare staining the sky as it died out in the strong sunlight. The trail started from a small islet thick with low scrub surrounded by a beach of pure white coral sand, there nuzzling the white beach was the familiar high winged shape of the old Beaver and Jeff jumping about waving his arms. I waggled the wings before lining up and putting down on the smooth sea in the lee of the island. The drumming of the water hitting the floats shuddered through the fuselage as we kissed the warm tropical waters and slowed to a walk as the planes floats gripped the sea.

I taxied across close to shore, switched off the engine drifting shorewards and opened my hatch calling to Jeff, "Hey mate what are you doing way out here?"

Jeff called back, "My compass malfunctioned and I ran out of fuel before I twigged I was in trouble, serves me right I should have realised when I didn't raise Lizard Island at the time I should have."

The floats kissed the sand and we stopped close in to the beach, Jeff waded out wearing only his jeans, his magnificent torso bared and bronzed by the years of sunbaking, muscles rippling under that silken skin and white teeth flashing as he smiled up at us. Jeff said that he'd smelt burning electrical wiring just before the compass and his radio too had gone out so he couldn't contact anyone to get help and he wondered if anyone would ever find him.
It sounded like a major electrical glitch had caused the problems and I used my radio to contact the other aircraft telling them our position and that we needed fuel for the Beaver. Several answered and said they would return to base and load fuel but as it was nearly dusk they would fly out first thing in the morning. We were looking at camping out on the island till next day, Jeff grinned happily saying, "That's cool, I hope you guys are staying over with me."

I nodded and unloaded some sleeping gear and a tarpaulin to rig as a tent, we pushed the planes off the sand and dropped their anchors mooring both just off shore so they wouldn't be blown high and dry if the wind changed before next day. We rigged the tarpaulin and I unrolled the blankets, the air filled with midges, tiny biting flies, Ian began to swear as they attacked him, Jeff and I seemed unpalatable and they hardly bothered us at all but poor Ian swearing like a trooper ran into the water heading for the aircraft as he yelled, "Bloody things eat me alive I'm sleeping in the plane."

Jeff started laughing and that set me off, we collapsed onto the blankets still laughing fit to burst, our mirth slowed finally as we gasped for breath, little bursts of giggles erupting every now and then. I looked across at Jeff, he lay there grinning his chest rising and falling. My eyes drank in his body; I feasted on his gorgeous cut torso, his large soft nipples and innie navel drove me wild with desire. I wanted to lick him, run my moist tongue all over his silken smooth glistening flesh till he squirmed and begged me to have sex with him. My cock was rampant in my overalls, it throbbed like crazy and I felt pre cum wetting my belly. My brain conjured up a vision of Jeff naked with a stiffy pulsating against his smooth muscular belly bouncing to his heart beat, I saw myself bending over him and lifting that engorged muscle up so I could ingest it into my salivating mouth and swallowing him to those black wiry pubes I knew he'd have.

In my mind I could smell his sensuous aroma of aroused male musk an aphrodisiac if ever there was one, the pheromones designed to arouse sexually. I was trembling as I lay beside him watching him; he laid there eyes closed breathing gently now the mirth had drained away, I couldn't stop myself, my hand moved of its own volition. Slowly it moved towards him until I felt the heat from his sun warmed flesh radiating out; my fingers gently touched his rock hard-mounded pectoral, Jeff flinched slightly opening his eyes to look at me. A tremulous smile on his full sensuous lips as he looked into my eyes, I felt a charge, like high voltage electricity, race through me, Jeff rolled onto his side facing me and he whispered, "Do you want to play James, I wont object if you do mate. I'm as horny as hell and raring to go."

I couldn't resist his completely open invitation and I rolled to face him as we both kissed gently tasting each other, Jeff sucked my tongue deep into his warm sweet mouth his tongue caressing and entwining with mine. Jeff's hands moved up grasping my head gently as we continued kissing each other passion growing as we did so. Our bared chests pressed together as were our crotches, our rigid rods twitched and ground with our passion, my hands moved down insinuating between our hard hot bodies and released the top fastening of Jeff's jeans allowing his straining zipper to slide down opening his fly. Jeff broke our kiss and arched his hips up and wriggled his awesome arse as he pushed down his tight jeans, my eyes locked on his obscenely bulging briefs, the thin material straining to keep his family jewels inside.

My hand rubbed on his hard smooth lower abdomen relishing his silken skin as I worked slowly down to clutch his throbbing boner, its heat and passion set my hand on fire as I gripped it and gently wanked him through his underpants. Jeff moaned and flexed his incredible muscles as his cock swelled in my grasp, his penis felt like a python as it moved and spat juice into the soft cotton covering. My own rigid rod was aching for attention as I groped Jeff, eventually his strong hand pushed under my waistband to grope me through my underwear. I groaned, "Ooooh Jeff undo my pants strip me mate lets get down and dirty."

Jeff did as asked and we were soon both naked locked together in passion as we French kissed and ground our hot sweaty bodies together, our excited and hot hard cocks slobbering on each others' bodies. I was ablaze with lust my arse on fire with desire to feel that thick muscle filling my hungry hole, Jeff moved back and as if reading my mind was poking and prodding at my back entrance with his moist battering ram of a tool. My tight muscle resisted until I bore down pushing out and allowing the invader entry, the burning pain seared through my body, I was out of practice at playing the bottom roll but I really wanted to have Jeff root me stupid, I wanted to feel that awesome muscle filling me stretching my innards and exploding his molten semen in gushes up my slick chute.

Jeff grasped my legs at the knees folding me legs up and pushing them so my knees rested beside my ears, my spine ached as he pushed into me sliding that meaty bludgeon deeper and deeper while we both broke into a sweat.
My cock had turned flaccid as he took my arse it limply flopped about on my belly as Jeff began pounding my buttocks with his hips, I grunted loudly with each powerful thrust as he drove the air from my lungs with his lunges. I rolled my head about on the blanket mouth grimacing with a mix of pain and pleasure while my hands clutched those amazingly muscular shoulders, Jeff's rippling abs caressed my balls and cock and as my body adjusted to the ravaging assault my dick once again stiffened as his fat knob massaged my swelling prostate.

Jeff was blowing like a humpback as sweat flew from his straining body, his physical exertion was astounding, I was being hammered hard and fast as he neared his peak, that long fat member swelled up straining my aching anal muscles even more as he ploughed my furrow. His lunges lost coordination and he was thrusting deeper grinding his pubic mound into my perineum as he swayed his hips, every part of my innards was being massaged. A loud strangled cry announced Jeff's climax and I felt his molten hot sperm belch up my guts, again and again his cum cannon fired until his squirming thrusting stirred the thick porridge inside me causing some to leak from my aching ring.

The feel of his spoof flooding me triggered off my own climax and I creamed between our heaving sweaty torsos, yelps of pleasure escaped my panting mouth as we both ejaculated in a creamy conclusion to the molten sex. Jeff collapsed on top of me as my legs fell back splayed out on the blanket, I could feel his manhood throbbing in unison with mine until our bodies calmed down. Jeff lay there his nose resting against my ear while his hot breath whistled in my ear hole, he finally regained his senses and croaked, "Struth Jamie that was awesome sex mate, I wish we'd got together earlier look at the time we've wasted."

I nuzzled his damp sweaty neck and said, "Well we'll have to make up for all that lost time won't we?"

Jeff chuckled then said, "You want to reciprocate and do me mate?"

I gurgled, "Not right now stud I've just spermed more in one go than I'd put out in three days. Maybe in the morning before everyone arrives and Ian wakes up and comes ashore."

Next morning just as the sun peeked over the horizon I took Jeff and we culminated our union, I'd taken a part of him inside me and I filled him with my offering. We lay happily together watching the colours strengthen as the huge golden orb crept up into the sky diminishing in size as it rose. The sooty terns that roosted and nested on the island began their day squeaking and squawking as they took to the sky in search of breakfast. Jeff and I climbed to our feet and ran down the damp sand to dive into the clear warm water, we splashed and wrestled about like two kids awakening Ian in my plane with our raucous racket.

Ian opened the hatch and climbed out diving off the float and swimming across to us, I greeted him, "G'day Ian are you ready for some tucker mate?"

He told us he was starving, Jeff grinned and said, "I'll get my tucker box and portable stove so we can eat before the lads arrive with the fuel."

We heated up some canned food and filled our rumbling bellies rinsed off the plates and got ready to greet the planes when they arrived. A few hours later we heard the distant sound of engines and the tiny specks gradually grew to be aircraft, they landed and powered to a stop near our moored planes and the long slow task of transferring fuel drum by drum into the Jeff's Beaver began. I watched his lithe taut body as he moved about muscles straining as he cautiously juggled the 20 litre drums onto the wing top so he could hand pump the fuel into the tanks. The sight of his incredible body was just mind blowing and I'm sure the other guys were admiring him too, even straight blokes could admire a well built male, but of course would never admit to doing so.

Eventually the tanks were topped off and Jeff screwed in the caps, Ian asked if he could go back in one of the two aircraft as I'd said Jeff and I were going to have a break and spend the day here. Jeff dropped the last can down to me, we stowed it in the aircraft that brought it out and the two planes immediately started engines waving farewell as the began taxiing away from the beach with Ian on board. The engines roared and they set off tossing spray as they built speed, the floats lifted up to skim the surface and then they lifted off waggling wings and headed back towards the mainland dwindling in size and sound till they eventually disappeared leaving Jeff and I to enjoy the tranquillity of the deserted island.

Needless to say we had a great time snogging and enjoying each other's bodies, we enjoyed molten hot sex several times in between much needed cooling dips in the glass clear sea until the sun lowered in the west and we decided it was time to return to our normal lives. Of course it wasn't as before, we were now good mates and lovers and got together whenever we could with our crazy helter skelter lifestyle flying all over the country. The times we spent together were incredibly erotic and we experimented with all forms of sex and exploring each others' bodies, Jeff was a very inquisitive lover who had a huge imagination so life was never dull.

The End.