Brandon  

We reached the ship and were helped aboard where we were then taken to the ship's doctor. After a routine examination, he decided that Josh, Andy, Marc and I were just fine and only in need of some good food, a hot shower and clean clothes.

By that time, all four of us were finished being poked and prodded and we were so ready for some real food and a hot shower.  With the all-clear to go and some clothes from the various passengers who had kindly donated them to us, we were given a room.

“We have an empty stateroom, but you'll have to double up," the first mate explained. "We're quite full and if not for a last minute cancellation, you'd all be sleeping in hammocks down in the lower decks of the ship with the staff. 

“One last thing, gentlemen. After you've refreshed yourselves and had a rest, the captain would appreciate it if you would dine with him at his table this evening."

"Thank you, and please tell the captain that we will be honored to have dinner with him,” Marc said.

“Also, tell him that we really appreciate his kind hospitality," I warmly told the first mate and shook his hand. 

“I will, and now the steward here will show you to your stateroom.”

The steward led us to a beautiful stateroom with two queen size beds, a pullout sofa and a small balcony on the opposite side of the room. Before he left, the steward also showed us the closet where our belongings had been placed, and the donated everyday and formal clothing had been placed along with more clothes.

Wow!" Josh exclaimed. "Talk about first class, this is beautiful!"

 "The first thing I want to do is have a shower," I said, laughing as I headed for the bathroom. 

Although it took a while because there was only room for one at a time in the shower cubicle, we all ended up back in the bedroom an hour later, lying down and falling sound asleep spooning with our partners. 

Marc 

I was the first one awake, so I decided to give Mary a call before the others woke up. I was sure that she’s heard the news of our rescue by now, and she must have been anxious to talk to me. I tried calling home with my cell phone but it had no service. So I got permission to use ship-to-shore and not only was Mary’s cell phone no longer in service but her office refused to give me any information.

“I had a feeling that I'd find you here,” Brandon said quietly as he came up beside me. “How is she handling your rescue?” he asked and I could see that he was hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

“Something's not right at home, Brandon. Her cell phone and mine are no longer in service and when I called her business, she and her partner are out and their joint secretary refuses to say anything but that she is happy that I am alive, period. End of story.”

“I’m sorry Marc, truly I am.”

“I know that you are. Oh well, there’s no use fretting over it. When we dock in the Bahamas, I’m taking a flight back to Miami,” Marc told him as they headed back to their room to dress for dinner. 

“I can’t get over the transformation guys,” I told them as I stared in the mirror at my clean shaven face and newly cut and styled hair. What ever fat that I had before our time on the island was now gone. I was solid muscle and with the tuxedo that I was wearing, I looked quite striking – runway striking, according to Brandon who came up behind me and gave him a kiss on my neck.

“Shall we?” Josh asked and offered his arm to Andrew who quickly linked his arm with Joshua’s arm. 

I looked at Brandon hoping to see his arm extended towards me, but his face was stoic as he turned and followed his son out of the room.

I closed the door quietly behind me and followed the three of them to the dining room. I was wondering why Brandon was suddenly so quiet and distant, when just a few moments before he was so loving and attentive. But my mind was quickly drawn away from my thoughts to a beautiful staircase descending to the grand dining room. As we entered the dining hall, everyone rose and applauded as they descend the stairs.

"Wow, this is totally overwhelming," Andrew said as they made their way to the captain’s table.

"Just smile and nod in appreciation," Brandon said quietly in my ear.

Josh and Andrew were eating up their celebrity status with great big smiles as they waved to all the passengers. As we walked to the captain's table, many people greeted us and we thanked them for their kindness and apologized for extending their trip while we were rescued.

"Gentlemen, how nice that you could join us," the Captain said as he stood and shook our hands. "I radioed the US Coast Guard to tell them about your plane crash and they'll meet you in St. Thomas once we dock."

With a wave of the captain's hand, the floor was swamped with servers, each carrying big trays loaded with dishes full of food. The dinner was scrumptious and the vacationers at our table were very intrigued as each of us relayed our experiences with the plane crash and our stay on the island. The Captain was also quite entertaining as he told us of other stories of people who had been stranded on various islands throughout his career. There was a constant parade of beverage servers continuously cruising the floor. Brandon and the boys each had two glasses of wine. I chose to remain sober.

With our main course consumed, and while we rested at the table waiting for our dessert, the Captain stood and rang his brass bell that sat at his right side, three times, to get everyone's attention. Once the room went quiet, everyone but us stood and the captain gave a very moving toast to the silent diners throughout the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, "on this voyage we have already experienced an event that seldom happens on a cruise ship ... the rescue of these four brave and resourceful gentlemen. Marc Spencer, Brandon Barnes, his son Joshua Barnes, and Andrew McKinney. It's a maritime law of the sea that any distress call must be answered. Therefore, your cruise aboard this ship has been extended for a short while today. Not to fear, though, we will be able to make up the time during our nighttime sailing when we leave St. Thomas. Rest assured that you will end this cruise on time, and your time at our ports-of-call will not be shortened. Just to clarify the scuttlebutt that has been flowing through the ship, I should explain that these four gentlemen, seated here, were flying a two-engine aircraft to the Bahamas when they were blown off course on a clear day and their aircraft ran out of gas. It was fortunate for them that they were able to crash land on the beach of that island. As you may or may not know, the most serious injury was to the pilot, Marc Spencer. With the ingenuity and resourcefulness of Andrew McKinney, he was able to stitch Mr. Spencer's head wound. Although their thirteen months on the island did not compare to any Robinson Crusoe tale of adventure, they were able to survive on various fruits and wild vegetables they found on the island." He raised his glass of champagne as he continued. "Gentlemen, as our guests on this ship, we raise our glasses in admiration of your bravery and success, knowing that you will succeed in any future endeavors throughout your lives."

 The crowd was unanimous with their appreciation of the Captain's toast. They each raised their glasses in our honor saying, "Hear! Hear!" "Well Done!" "Congratulations!" Throughout the dining room the sound of the tinkle of glasses tapping together was all that you could hear.

 I looked at Brandon; he looked at me, and although we both had big smiles on our faces as we toasted each other, they were simply masks.

"You were the pilot, Marc; you make the speech," Brandon said quietly over the hubbub of the dining hall. So I stood up, wondering what the hell I could say that could match the diners' enthusiasm. Once the noise had subsided, I begin. 

"Captain Trimble, ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Brandon, Josh, Andrew and myself, we'd like to thank you for your kindness and generosity today. Just as Captain Trimble is responsible for all the lives aboard this ship, as the pilot, I too was responsible for the lives of the passengers in my airplane. Regrettably, sometimes the responsibilities we are burdened with are made more difficult by unforeseen circumstances provided by Mother Nature even on a clear day. There's no doubt about it because everything we do in life has its risks from everyday adventures to even relationships,” I said, giving Brandon a quick glance. “When an event like this happens, we turn to each other for help and more, sometimes, and it's always there without question, without hesitation, as we came to each other’s aid. Such was the case when I was injured. Andrew here, didn't think twice about what had to be done; he just did it with his limited medical skills and his desire to save my life. Then again, such was the case when we boarded this ship. Our vacation trip didn't prepare us for the accommodations aboard this cruise ship, yet you didn't hesitate to provide us with suitable clothing from your wardrobes so that we would feel comfortable here with you tonight. Your generosity and kindness has been truly appreciated and overwhelming. The experiences we gain, when we're on vacation, stay with us all our lives. Usually, they are pleasant experiences. That's why we go on these vacations, to broaden our horizons and fulfill a destiny maybe, or broaden our thinking. Whatever the reason, we can take back to our day-by-day lives memories of our times shared with friends and family. For the four of us, this vacation turned into a turmoil that has truly broadened our horizons together. We each found strengths that we never knew that we had before. We learned, and learned it very quickly, how to survive by living off the land. Now, thanks to all of you, this has truly been a vacation to remember. Indeed, you are our heroes. Again, on behalf of Brandon, Josh, Andrew and myself, we thank you, Captain Trimble, and your crew of very competent sailors and staff for rescuing us, and for all you nice people on board this ship, we thank you for your understanding, kindness, and appreciation of our plight."

I reached over and grabbed Brandon's hand, he grabbed Joshua’s, who grabbed Andrew’s and we stood there with our hands held high as the applause from the diners overwhelmed us. As we sit down, the diners all stood up and continued with their applause. 

“Hell, I didn't think my speech was that good,” I whispered to Brandon.

Once the diners ha seated themselves again, the floor was once more mobbed by the many servers with trays of desserts.

The entire experience in that dining hall was one that I was sure the four of us would never forget. After we were excused, the Captain suggested that we take a leisurely walk around the areas of the ship and enjoy the moonlight as it danced on the water.

Within the ship we found many things intriguing ... in addition to the sumptuous food at every café and restaurant, there were gambling casinos, a gym, an Olympic size swimming pool, arcades and a few theaters where films and live performances were going on. The Captain was right; the view of the ocean on a moonlit night was extraordinary. No doubt about it; it was a romantic feeling that overtook us, well, most of us that is.

Josh and Andy had been holding hands the whole time since we left the dining room. Personally, I didn't want to embarrass the other passengers on board, considering how nice they had treated us. However, once we reached the somewhat privacy of nighttime on the deck, I was quick to grab Brandon's hand which should have brought a big smile to both our faces. As the four of us leaned against the rail, looking at the water and the ocean beyond with the moon's reflection, I pulled Brandon closer. As I was about to talk, he gave me a quick nod to look over my shoulder. I looked behind me and there was Josh and Andy, lips locked in the most sensuous kiss and embrace. I pulled Brandon into an equally sensuous embrace, and he went stiff.

“What the fuck is going on with you today? Because ever since we got rescued, Brandon, you've been a totally different man.”

“I’m still me, Brandon Barnes at your service,” he said smugly, stepping back bowing and sweeping out with his arms and hands.

“You are not the Brandon that I fell in love with back on the island. You know, Brandon, while you kept badgering me about what I was going to do when I got rescued, I should have been badgering you. Because it’s very clear that what you and I had on the island stayed there when we were rescued. Don’t worry Mr. Barnes, I won’t embarrass you any further. Good night, Sir.” I told him and quickly turned away as my tears rolled uncontrollably down my face.

I hurried back to the stateroom and changed. I grabbed only the clothes that were originally mine and stuffed them into my suitcase. I wrote a quick note telling the boys goodbye and hurried out of the room with no idea as to where I would sleep. 

Brandon  

We went back to our stateroom and Marc was gone. Andrew found a note that Marc left sitting on his pillow. He reads it, and passed it to me to read.

“What the fuck, Dad? You just let him walk away without so much as a fight to keep him,” Josh asked.

“What was I supposed to do?”

“How about giving him one of your awesome kisses that melted his defenses and heart, back on the island,” he recommended.

“We were standing in a public area, Josh.”

“I see. This was never about Marc coming out to everyone, was it, Dad?  You were more afraid of people finding out that you were possibly gay or at the very least bisexual. Well, I hope that you're happy with your decision because it cost you the one person that could love you unconditionally like Mom did. Good night, Dad, and I hope that you’re happy now that you're safely back in your heterosexual life,” he said and left the room with Andrew in tow.

“Oh Marc, what have I done to you and us?” Brandon asked himself and fell down onto the bed, crying.

A few minutes later, as Brandon regained his composure, he left the room, determined to find Marc and make right the wrong that he’d done. He searched every bar and casino. He searched for him in the gym and spas. He even looked for him in every theater on board the ship. When he finally felt like he was at his wits end, he headed to the captain’s stateroom and quietly knocked on the door.

“Mr. Barnes, I’ve been expecting you, won’t you please come in?” he asked and stepped aside for Brandon to enter the room.

Once he entered the room, he saw Marc sitting on a chair staring out a window. If Marc had heard him enter the room, he made no sign of knowing that Brandon was there.

Marc  

“Would it be possible to have a minute alone with him?” Brandon asked softly to the captain, and the captain nodded, he then left the room.

“Marc…”

Instantly, Marc turned around, surprised to see Brandon standing there.

“What do you want, Mr. Barnes, because I’m quite sure that it’s not me?” Marc coldly asked and turned back to the window.

“Marc, please look at me,” he begged, but I refused. “Alright babe, I understand that I've hurt you very much and for that I’m truly sorry.”

“There, you said it, and now you expect me to forgive you and act like you were never ashamed of what you and I had together. Was any part of it ever real, Brandon? Or was it all a lie so you could use me sexually while you were safely tucked away from prying eyes?” I asked him as I got right up into his face.

“Of course it was real. I fell in love with you and that’s where my trouble began. I didn’t want to admit that I had homosexual feelings for a man, but you were no ordinary man, Marc. You were married and that too bothered me because not only did I know your wife but I liked her, too. Then the longer our stay on the island grew, the stronger my feelings for you grew also. I’m a man, damn it, and we’re supposed to fall in love with a woman and not a man. That’s how I was raised; it had been instilled and beaten into me, Marc. My own father beat that into me, over and over with his belt. 'Man shall not lie with a man as with a woman'. Then you come along with that charming smile and those mesmerizing eyes and my heart evidently hadn’t gotten the memo that men don’t fall in love with men.”

“Oh yeah, I'm definitely getting the message, Brandon. I forced you to fall in love with me. Do you think that it was easier for me to deal with what was happening between us? My goodness, Brandon, I’m married and I was waging a war inside myself over what I was feeling for you and what I should be feeling for my wife.”

“I never thought or said that it was easier for you, Marc; in fact I can’t imagine what kind of mental hell you were going through. But the point is, or one of them that I’m trying to convey here is, I was pushing you to say it was over because you couldn’t come out, and I’m sorry. I never should have done that but I should have admitted that I was afraid to come out.”

“Who ever said that we had to officially come out of the proverbial closet? We could have been friends, and here’s a news alert, Brandon … men can be friends.”

“I know that, smart ass. What I’m saying is that I’m sorry for hurting you and I hope that someday you can forgive me. Secondly, if and when you get things squared away with Mary, I’m willing to be your friend in any capacity that you wish, even if you want me to be an affair for you.”

My heart practically stopped at his words because he was unwilling to come out, but he’s willing to lower his moral standards to be my male version of a mistress. He’s never once yet admitted that he’s in love with me. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Brandon … an affair? You refuse to even touch my hand in public so no one will suspect you of being gay, but you’ll slink around with me in the shadows behind closed doors like I’m some cheap whore. Well fuck you, Brandon, and no thank you. I've never made you feel so cheap and dirty as you are now, with me.”

“I’m not calling you a whore, Marc. I was just giving you a suggestion on how we can hide us and still have continued with what we have together.

“Maybe not in those exact words, Brandon, but your actions ever since we were rescued, screams them loud and clear. Was I ever anything to you other than a convenient body to fuck?” 

As soon as the words came out I regretted them. I could see the hurt that they caused Brandon. Well they may have caused him pain, but his rejection hurt me deeply.

“Is that how you see our relationship, as a convenience when nothing else was available or better? I gave you my heart and trust, Marc and this is how you see it … as a way to get into your pants?”

“Did you, Brandon? Did you really give me those things? Because from where I’m standing, I can’t see it. Had you really given me your heart and trust, then you would have trusted me to have your back. Instead, you try to manipulate me into being the one who refuses to come out so you don’t have to appear the asshole for not being able to do it. I’m sorry, but I don’t see how you and I can ever be anything more than survivors of this tragic situation. Goodbye, Brandon.” I turned and calmly walked away from him although my heart was screaming at me not to.

I didn’t get very far because when I turned around I saw the Captain leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest and a concerned look on his face.

“Are you sure this is what you really want to do?” he asked me. “If I were you, I'd step back a moment and take a deep breath and maybe rethink what you both have to lose before you just toss it overboard in anger. I would also recommend that you read this, I just received it from the radio room,” the Captain said as he handed me a telegram.

My heart sank faster than the Titanic as I reread the telegram again. I looked up at the Captain, over to Brandon, and then I rushed out of the room. Mary had no intention of saving our marriage. It was very evident by the fact that she was already remarried. It became crystal clear that she had planned to divorce me long before I disappeared.

“Marc!” Brandon shouted and I stopped but refused to turn around. “What’s wrong, Marc? Please talk to me,” he pleaded, placing his hand on my shoulder and turning me around to face him.

“Why do you even care now, Brandon? You didn’t care enough to even try to save our relationship, so why would you give a shit about what’s happened in my life now?”

“Because I love you,” he whispered softly as he leaned forward.

“I’m sorry, what was it that you said? I didn’t quite catch it because you were whispering. You’re safe, Brandon; there’s no one within hearing distance,” I added sarcastically.

“Did you receive bad news?” he asked with a normal voice.

I started laughing hysterically and crying at the same time. The one person who swore that he would never leave me, and would always have my back, can’t even say 'I love you' out loud. He’s too afraid that someone might hear him and assume that he’s gay.

“What’s so fucking funny?” Now, he’s the one that’s getting angry.

“You are, Brandon. You’re really pathetic because you can’t even tell me that you love me out loud. Oh my God; someone might hear you declare it and assume that you’re gay. I have but two words for you … fuck off.” I walked away and back to my stateroom.

“Wait, Marc … please. I’m in love with you and that hasn’t changed at all,” I turned around and there’s no one around us, but he didn’t bother to whisper it to me. He took my hand and continued. “I know that I hurt you and I’m very sorry for that. I wish that I could make you understand how difficult it is for me to come out to everyone that I'm gay. I received a severe beating from my father that day that he caught me in bed having sex with Bradley. Each time that he brought his belt down upon my naked body, he quoted scripture. Twenty-seven lashes, that’s how many times that he struck me with his belt. My mother was outside the bedroom door screaming at him to stop and open the door. I even begged him to stop but he would simply backhand me across my face and continue to whip me. You have no idea how much that beating changed me and my views about being gay. In the closet, hell Marc, I was buried deeper then the closet. I buried my sexuality miles underground. I made a promise to myself that I would never, ever let it out into the light of day ever again. I’m sorry, extremely sorry, that I hurt you because I can’t be the man that you need me to be. But what I feel inside me, deep in my heart, has never changed and it never will. So with that being said, you can either accept me for who and how I am, or I’ll do as you said … I’ll fuck off. But one thing that I cannot do or be is just your friend. To go through life having this love for you and not being able to express it to you privately, well, it would destroy me.”

I was still holding Brandon’s hand as we ran back to our stateroom and when we heard voices up ahead, he instinctively dropped my hand and put a bit of space between us but I understood. When we entered into our stateroom, we were confronted by Josh and Andrew.

“Dad, we looked…” Josh began to say, but stopped when he saw me. “Thank goodness that you found him,” but looking at me, he was not certain that things were good between us.

“I’m okay, Josh, but could you give us some time to talk?” I asked and he simply nodded as he took Andrew’s hand and left the room.

Once they’d gone, I rushed into Brandon’s arms and we kissed, pouring every emotion and feeling into our kiss. He’d once again become the Brandon from the island and very attentive to me.

“Why, why didn’t you ever tell me about what you endured at the hand of your father when we were on the island? I understand, now, how difficult this has been for you, sweetheart, I really do.”

“I did tell you on…”

“Stop right there, please. All that you told me was that he took his belt to you after Bradley left. You never went into the depths of the horror of the beating.”

“I couldn’t tell you then because it hurt me too much to relive it with my words.”

“But you told me just minutes ago, Brandon; what changed your mind?”

“In a word, you. When I was faced with losing you and the love that we found together … well, it hurt more then having to relive the beating.”

“Then you tell me what you see happening for us.” I gave him the options, here.

“I don’t know what to do about us, Marc. You’re still married and…”

I stopped him right there because with his confession and everything happening so quickly, I totally forgot about the telegram which I held up to him.

“It seems that Mary never wanted to make our marriage work, Brandon. She divorced me and remarried her business partner, Clyde Malcom. Now, I have to try and find a good lawyer to get my half of our savings back and half of whatever she got from the sale of the house.”

“I know a great lawyer that I've done business with ever since he graduated Harvard Law school. Eric Jameson. He’s young, about a year or so younger than you but…”

“Forget him; he’s Mary’s brother. He and his brother, Terrell, are identical twins and openly gay. I’m surprised that you're using him as an attorney when you’re so serious about hiding your sexuality.”

“I didn’t know that he was gay or that he had a twin brother. He’s every bit the professional and he’s never hinted that he was gay.”

“He wouldn’t openly tell you or anyone else, but he won’t deny it when asked either.”

“Let me give him a call and ask him to recommend a good divorce lawyer,” he suggested and I agreed. “Now, you and I are going to be friends that are sharing a house together. You’ll need a place to live once we get back to Miami, so, you can move in with me. I know it’s not what you really wanted to happen for us, Marc. But for the moment it’s the best that I can give you.”

“I accept, sweetheart, and as long as we are lovers behind our closed doors, I will be happy. I wanted to ask you, and if I’m pressing you too hard, you can say 'no'. How are you and your father doing today? You told me when I first met you that he left you the business when he retired. Is that true or what?”

“None of it was true Marc. He never spoke to me after he beat me. When he refused to let my mother into my room, she called the police and told them that he was going to kill me. They broke through my bedroom door and arrested him. I was taken by ambulance to the hospital where I spent nearly three weeks recovering from the beating. You see, Marc, he was going to kill me because that’s what the book of Leviticus – I think it was – calls for. If he had a readily available pile of stones he would have stoned me to death as the verse calls for. He was not only whipping me with his belt but he was also kicking me viciously. Had it not been for the police arriving when they did, you and I wouldn’t be having this conversation. He died in prison and Mom signed over the company to me. I’m still in good standing with Mom and she’s okay with me.”

“Wait a minute, here. I thought that you were of no religious affiliation.”

“I am now, but I was born and raised Jewish. My birth name is Hershel Leibowitz but I had it legally changed to Brandon Barnes when I turned eighteen. My mother understood my need to change my name because I was named after my father. She’s remarried and she’s very happy with a great guy who simply adores her. So are we good, Marc? Is there still an 'us'?” he asked with tears freely flowing.

Instead of telling him that we’re still an 'us', I decided to show him. I stepped up to him and slowly began to undress him, all the while keeping my eyes locked with his. Once I had his shirt unbuttoned, I ran my hands gently up his chiseled chest to his shoulders and eased his shirt off and let it fall behind him. He looked so handsome and sexy with his shirt hanging from the waistband of his dress pants. As my mouth descends upon his hard raised nub, my hands busied themselves unfastening his pants.

“Have mercy, sweetheart. I can’t take anymore … you’re torturing me,” he pleaded, but I continued to drag him, screaming into his sensual ecstasy.

With my fingers in his waistband, I and the pants dropped to the floor. His pants were around his ankles and I was on my knees. I took his cock into my mouth, and cast my eyes upward just in time to see his eyes roll back as the head of his cock slid into my throat. I swallowed … repeatedly, and the erotic moans emitting from Brandon’s mouth propelled me, moving up and down furiously on his cock until he was mewing like a kitten.

“Oh wow … I’m so close,” he was purring and thrusting his cock farther down my throat. “I’m coming,” he yelled and I pulled back, taking his sweet elixir into my mouth.

As his cock erupted, my two fingers plunged deep into his ass and I massaged his sweet spot.

“Oh yeah, babe … whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,” he ordered me, and I added a third finger into his ass, spurring on his climax.

When he was finally spent, I quickly stood, removed my clothes, and had my guy looking up at me from the bed.

“What’s going on, Marc?” he nervously asked as I spit his cum into my hand.

“Lube,” I simply answered him.

“Oh fuck,” he said quietly, looking at me. “I thought you liked being my bottom, sweetheart.”

“I do, but right now I need for you to experience what I do when you make love to me. You want us to be equal? Well, this is all part of our equal relationship.”

I applied the cum to his virgin opening and then to my cock. 

I could sense his apprehension but he kept his nervous eyes on mine as I urged my cock into his ass.

“Oh fuck stop … I can’t do this Marc; it hurts too much,” he begged me with tears welling up in his eyes.

“The pain will pass sweetheart,” I kissed him tenderly and once he started to relax, I inched more and more of my cock in until my balls are snuggling up to his ass.

With my arms hooked under his legs, I lifted them up and thrust deeper into him. He pushed back and I could see that pleasure has now replaced his pain. A hard quick slap to his ass, first the left side, then the right side, and Brandon exploded with a fury of intense passion. He pulled me down for a kiss, biting my lower lip and sucking before invading my mouth with his tongue.

“Fuck me … show me how deep your love for me is,” he begged, and I looked into his eyes and it was there, the raw, unbridled love that he hid from others he'd revealed to me.

I knew that he loved me because he was always telling me so on the island. But here, at this moment when he'd allowed himself to be vulnerable and exposed, he was showing me not only the love that he has for me, but also its depth. Never has he allowed himself to be this exposed to another person, much less another man. But there, with that love, was the fear of being found out and punished for daring to love a man.

“I … see… you, Brandon. Thank you for letting me in,” I kissed him with the same emotion and desire that he was giving out to me. “I’m sorry that I didn’t see you before.”

“I’m the one who is sorry, Marc. I’m sorry for only letting you in so far. I kept you only in my heart until now, when faced with losing you. I opened myself up completely to you and accepted you and your love into my soul. I’m not a trusting person when it comes to love, and that depth of love that we have together, Marc. I’m trusting, not only you to love me, but to protect me and my love for you, also. Can I trust you with all of me?”

“I will kill to protect what we have together Brandon. I’m willing to be and do whatever it takes to keep what we’ve found here between us.” He pulled me into the most sensitive, sensuous kiss as we resumed making love.

No more games or guessing what each other needed. We were just us Marc and Brandon, two men thrown together by fate, but sewn together in their spirit and souls by love.

“I’m close, Marc … more ….  give me more,” he begged, and I give him what he wanted and more.

“I’m right there with you, sweetheart.” One or two thrusts more, and we both exploded in the most intense climax that we had ever experienced before together.

Neither of us was in control of our bodies as our rhythm took over control of our bodies. We kissed, thrusting and biting until I collapsed onto him and passionately kissed our way through an intense afterglow. 

“I’m thinking that we're gonna have to switch up our top and bottom things because that was the most intense sexual pleasure that I've ever had. Oh yeah, it hurt like fucking hell at first but you loved me past the pain and into my soul. No one has ever done that, not Claire or even Bradley. Only you got me to open up and exposed my soul to you. Like I said earlier, Marc, I’m not a trusting man with a love that deep, especially with what happened…”

“I know and I now understand not only why you kept me at arms length, but I saw the reason for it. This was our most intense, most emotionally beautiful love making that we have ever shared together Brandon. Thank you for trusting me with your heart and soul.” We were kissing when our stateroom door opened and in walked Josh and Andrew.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry guys,” Josh said as we pulled apart and turned to face them and saw their shocked expressions. “We’ll leave and come back later,” Josh said, turning Andrew around.

“No, stay. It’s not like you haven’t seen us naked and fucking before, Son,” Brandon said. “Marc and I need to talk to you about this and how things are going to be between us.”

“Do you mind if we change into our swimsuits while we talk? They’re having this wild poolside party up on the Lido deck.”

“That’s fine, Josh.” 

“Your father and I have come to the conclusion that neither of us wants to live without the other in our life. So, I’m going to move in with him, but as his housemate. For everyone outside of our little circle here, I’m simply renting a room from your father.”

“What about your wife, Marc?” Josh asked and I reached over to the nightstand where the telegram was sitting and I gave it to him to read. “That’s so fucking wrong, Marc. I’m sorry that you had to come back to this kind of news,” he said, pulling me up into a hug.

“I’m fine with it because I was going to divorce her anyway, for cheating on me. Now I have to get myself a good lawyer to go after my share of our savings account and the money that she got for our house she sold.”

“Why don’t you get Eric Jameson, Dad’s lawyer?” Josh suggested.

“I would have but he’s my wife’s brother.” 

“Can I ask you something?” Andrew asked quietly and I nodded. “How come you’re posing as Brandon’s renter and not as a couple?” I looked to Brandon to answer that question.

“I’m not out and truthfully I’m not sure that I can come out,” he somberly said, and then told them the entire story that he had told me.

“What! Your own father was going to kill you because you were gay?” Josh could not comprehend that.

“I lied to you, Son when I told you that he was dead. Well he is dead but he was killed in prison during a prison riot. No one was ever declared as his murderer, but according to the district attorney at the time, he told my mother that his body was found in the section of the prison where they segregate the gay population from the straight population and he had been sodomized repeatedly before he was killed.”

“Karma,” Andrew whispered and now the four of us are standing there naked and crying.

“My own grandfather …” Brandon took Josh into a warm embrace and hold him while he cried.

Andrew hugged and kissed me, comforting me, as he gently rubbed my back while my emotions finally overcome me. When we separated, both Josh and Andrew were hard. Brandon looked over Josh’s shoulder at me and nodded. I nodded back and we both dropped to our knees and took their cocks into our mouths. I wasn't sure where Brandon was expecting it to lead to, but the boys were sure enjoying it.

“Ah, Dad … I’m close … really close, oh fuck I’m coming,” Josh yelled and shot his seed into his father’s mouth. His hips were thrusting fast and furiously as he emptied his balls.

 “Lube,” Brandon said and looked again to me for approval. I nodded, smiling; or was I grinning???

Josh looked happily at Andrew who only shrugged his shoulders. 

Josh lay down on the bed but when he pulled his legs up to offer his pucker to his dad, Brandon shook his head and lay down beside him. Josh looks at him for a moment and then extended his hand to Brandon who spit Josh’s cum in it. Josh lovingly lubed his father’s opening and then his own cock. 

“Are you sure about this, Daddy,” Josh asked, back to that little boy again when he used to fantasize about his dad.

“I’m sure, baby boy,” he whispered against his lips and Josh eased his cock into Brandon.

Brandon tensed up but he clung to his son and pulled him fully into his warm sheath. His eyes rolled back as Josh began a gentle rhythmic motion, and they soon were moving together in unison.

“I want you to make love to me, Marc,” Andrew said as I continued to suck him.

Andrew watched Josh fucking his father and that was all it took to send him over his edge.

“I’m coming … oh fuck, am I coming!” he howled and shot his seed into my mouth.

Once spent, Andrew lay down beside Brandon and I prepared him and for our love making. With our eyes locked together in passion, I slid my cock fully into his warmth. He sighed and smiled as I set our rhythm to that of Josh’s. Brandon’s hand reached over and grabbed Andrew’s hand and their fingers intertwined. For what seemed to be forever, but in reality was more like half an hour, we took our partners to the precipice of their climax and then pulled them back until they were both begging to come.

“Together,” Josh said, and I nodded as we quickened our dance to the edge yet again. Our breathing became raged and our hearts were racing as the four of us plunged over the edge of the abyss into the most glorious climax. As I filled the inner depths of Andrew’s ass, Andrew pulled me into the most sensuous kiss. Brandon and Josh were kissing as Brandon’s seed erupted between their bodies. With all of our cocks spent, Josh and I pulled our softening cocks from our partners and collapsed together in a heap of sweat and cum-covered bodies.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Josh whispered to his father and gave him a long, tender kiss.

“You're welcome, my sweet boy. It seems that this might become a habit for the four of us,” Brandon said, chuckling.

“I don’t mind if you, Marc and Andy don’t mind, Daddy.”

“Why am I 'Daddy' to you now, Son, when I’m usually 'Dad' or 'Pops' the rest of the time?”

“Because you were my daddy when I would fantasize about doing this with you,” he told him with tears in his eyes. “I love you, Daddy, and I love Andrew,” he said, looking over at the man who I was holding. “I’m not in love with you, Daddy, but I just love you and if we get to do this every once in a great while, I’m cool with it.”

We all agreed that since the four of us were the ones who were marooned on the island, and who we all came to share a special love with each other, then once in while sharing partners was cool, as Josh had said.

To be continued...