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Copyright© 2012 James Cox

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Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

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DEDICATION

This is dedicated to men who are still in the 'closet' and
yearn to join those of us in the light. Be brave, be strong,
you WILL survive the haters.

THE THREE HOUR MAN

Manlove at the End of the World, 2

James Cox

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

Two years and four months after the virus...

The shore was quiet as usual. Waves crashed onto white sand

and the occasional gush reached high enough to tickle the bottom of
Deon’s feet. He wiggled his toes. The water receded, returning to the
ocean and rocking the boat that rested on the wooden dock. The only
boat.

It was two years and four months since a virus or plague,

whatever the fuck they called it, broke out. Deon didn’t have any
family so he didn’t mourn when the population started plummeting.
At first, he didn’t mind. People were scarce. Towns were quieter and
food easier to salvage. Deon didn’t mind only hearing his own voice
or never having a response to his words.

At first, it was a good thing. Now, he actually started to miss

humans. The last time he came across one was in Maine. Sailing his
boat into the harbor and finding a dumping ground of bodies. Sure
some humans survived but from what he could tell, not all of them
deserved life. Deon hadn’t waited around to see if the serial killer
would return.

He sighed and sunk his fingers into the warm sand. There was

no point in sun tanning since he was of African American heritage.
Hell, his mother was black as night and father white as paper. Still, he
loved the warmth that tingled along his skin as he sat alone on the
beach. This town was probably deserted too. He had yet to raid what
was left of the markets and gas. Today, however, was one of those
days he missed people.

Someone yelled. “Hang the bastard!”
And he went right back to hating people. Deon sighed, stood

up to his full six foot two height and listened.

“I can’t fuck her, I’m gay!” A voice yelled back.
Well now, that got his attention. He shuffled inland toward the

commotion. Big willow tress blocked his view of the sleepy little
town. Once past them the scene unfolded and Deon was left
speechless. There were nearly thirty people and each held a weapon
of some kind. Most were blades on the end of long sticks but some
had guns. They were all gathered around a gnarly old tree with no
leaves and thick branches. Rope was thrown over one of those
extended bark covered appendages. It circled the neck of a thin white
guy, a cute one. His black hair was a matted mess and his blue eyes
were wide with fear. From where Deon was he could see the guy had
on no shirt and that damn rope bit into the sensitive skin at his neck.

“You will get an erection and knock her up.” A man in his

forties with a bald head ordered. He was at the front of the mob.

Cutie took a deep breath. “Fine. Fine, I’ll do it, just get me

down and I’ll...”

“You do her right now.” He pushed a girl forward, who was

obviously underage and balling her eyes out.

Cutie swung his bound hand. “I’m not doing it right here!”
Deon listened to the argument, slipping closer to the fanatical

group of survivors. The other man was talking again, bald and fucking
crazy. He mumbled something to the girl and then ripped her shirt off.
Deon glanced at the exposed chest purely out of shock. He liked men.
She had small breasts with pink nipples and her hands rushed to cover
them.

Deon moved closer. Apparently, Cutie was telling the truth.

Deon was currently staring at all of him, as every inch of flesh was
exposed. His cock was soft and flaccid against his thigh. It was bigger
than Deon would have guessed for such a white boy. Deon bet his
dick would be a good eight inches when hard.

“There’s your proof!” The leader began to yell to the crowd.

“He cannot father children. He is useless to the human species and we
shall only take what we must to save humanity.” He tugged the girl
from the cutie with the noose around his neck. “Kill him for our very
survival!” He drew out the last word like it was a sermon.

Deon heard enough and even if the guy didn’t have a cock he

wanted to suck, he’d still save the poor bastard. Hanging was a sore
subject. He’d read all about his ancestors and their slavery including
hanging. There was a shout, a plea and five shirtless men tugged the
other end of the rope viciously. As much as Deon wanted to dwell on
all those naked chests in one spot, Cutie was in trouble.

The stranger’s pale hands grabbed at the rope digging into his

throat.

Deon pulled the knife out of the black sheath on his belt. He

held it eye length, aiming, breathing, concentrating and then threw it.
The blade whirled through the air and slit the thick rope. Most of it
broke and uncoiled. A few frantic tugs from the man being hanged
and it snapped. Cutie fell to the ground with a great big gasp.

He was then promptly shot.

Chapter Two

Getting away from murderers...

Deon saw the leader pull a gun and shoot randomly. One

landed right in the naked man’s shoulder or chest, he couldn’t tell.
Blood splattered onto the dirt and he fell face first and lay unmoving.
Hell, didn’t it figure the first gay guy he met in two years gets killed
before Deon can even get his junk sucked. He growled, ducked
behind trees. The fools were shooting randomly into the tree line.
Branches snapped, victims of the weapons. Some crashed to the
ground and others were caught up in the lower limbs as if the tree
wasn’t willing to let a single piece go.

Deon grabbed the gun from his hip. He fired a single shot. It

whizzed through the air and hit that son of a bitch leader square in the
forehead. The homophobe went down in a flash and suddenly the mob
was leaderless. Bunch of fucking idiots. Deon fired four more shots.
They were into the air but loud enough to scare the bejesus out of the
group. They scattered like roaches in his childhood house, fleeing for
cover while Deon made his way closer to the unmoving man. He
skidded to a stop next to him. The guy was breathing, chest heaving,
but his ass was bare and up in the air. Was God testing him? Seeing if
he would fuck this guy right here, right now, while he could. Deon
cursed. He hefted the guy onto his broad shoulder and hauled ass back
to his boat. The brush made the trek hard and by the time he reached
the dock Deon was breathing heavy.

Deon’s boat was a forty-five foot Jeanneau with Teak cockpit,

rubrail and toe rail. She had a slick white exterior with a full plastic
enclosure on the deck, two staterooms with fantastic beds, and a
single head with a big enough shower for two. In short, the perfect
vessel. He ran towards it with the unconscious man flopping around.
His arms kept hitting his back like a hot ass slap in the middle of a
good fuck. He ran down the wooden pier and leaned over to place
Cutie in the boat. Deon jumped in, untied the ropes and ran to the
wheel.

The engine started with a purr. Water sputtered as a gunshot

rang out. If they shot his boat, he swore to get right back in that town

and burn the entire fucking place to the ground. This baby was
pristine and he’d kill anyone who ruined her.

Deon glanced back as his girl started shuffling along. Waves

began to batter the ship. They rammed against the exterior as the
shore moved further away. The clear water became murky and the
wind whipped against the plastic enclosure on the top deck.

Soon they headed right for the horizon and he turned the

engine off. For a few seconds it was silent but for the splash of the
waves and a slight howl of wind. Perfection. Deon exited the
enclosure and headed toward the stern of the ship where he’d left the
naked man. Sure enough, just outside the plastic wind barrier and
before the ladder that led to the water, the stranger lay. His neck was
turned at an odd angle, his hands curled beneath that pale body. Deon
grunted. He was on his side so a view of that tight ass was obstructed.
Better that way, he thought, less temptation.

Deon hauled the man on his shoulder again, checked to make

sure they were alone and then fumbled down the steps. This led to the
above average living space with a decent kitchen. His bedroom was at
the stern while the spare was at the bow. He shuffled him into the
spare.

This only had a big bed but it was comfortable as hell.

Besides, Cutie wasn’t complaining. With a shimmy, the man slid
down Deon’s body and onto the red comforter. His shoulder had
stopped bleeding. Deon frowned and went to retrieve the first aid kit.
The man needed patching up but first Deon had to cover the soft
white cock that made his body tingle.

Apparently, the bullet went right through because Deon

couldn’t find anything. He cleaned and stitched up the wound then
gave Cutie a shot of antibiotics. The guy looked even better close up.
His skin was like porcelain and he was in better shape. His abs were
trim, his legs thick with muscle, ass fucking fine and that was Deon’s
cue to get the hell away from the naked man. Willpower could only
go so far.

He left the man there, shuffled back through the boat and up

the stairs to the deck. The sun was beginning to set and the horizon
was a hue of colors like an exploded rainbow. The water was still
empty. Had the bastards given up? He wasn’t about to test that theory.
Deon steered the ship a little further out, the shore now too far away
to even see. He then dropped the anchor and collapsed onto the

smooth wooden sets above deck. The covering protected him from the
cool breeze but let the gentle sound of waves penetrate. Deon loved
that sound. The ocean had always been his first love, then second
came the love of cock.

He grinned and shifted so his back rested against the seat. The

sun was nearly devoured by the sea. Rays made the water look like it
sparkled. Little specks glinted and twisted with each subtle
movement. Deon lifted his hands to his chest, fingers scraping against
the dusting of hair and the flesh beneath. He quickly moved to his flat
nipples, circling, pinching and scoring with his fingernail. The man
was naked in a bed on his boat and Deon’s cock had been hard since
he brought him aboard. Even now, he felt the tug of the sensitive skin
against the zipper of his pants. He sighed, glanced back out at the
ocean and stood. He wiggled the jeans down his hips. They were
loose to begin with. With a clunk, they landed and Deon glanced
down at his hard dick.

It was massive, nine inches of hard black man. That old saying

was true: once you go black, you don’t go back. A dribble of white
cum leaked out of his tip, slowly sliding down the rigid length and
settling in the neat trim of black pubic hairs.

Deon sat back down, jerking as the cold seat touched his bare

ass. He then rubbed his balls, squeezing and massaging as pleasure
zinged through his body. Yeah, he needed this. The waves of pleasure
after an orgasm would keep his libido in check until Cutie woke. Then
he’d be doing extra seduction to get that man’s clothes off again. His
palm rubbed against his excited dick, over and over. More pre-cum
leaked and he massaged it into his skin. Deon was already hard but
couldn’t help teasing. Sometimes the wait made release that much
stronger.

Finally, he gripped his cock, gliding his hand down the entire

length. He grasped it harder, pumped faster. His hips shifted and his
head fell back but he kept his eyes on the water. Deon’s balls tingled.
He was so close and began pumping faster. His lips parted and then
he heard a not so subtle gasp.

With cock still in hand, Deon jerked to his feet and faced the

man he’d rescued. Cutie was clothed in a sheet, his eyes wide and
mouth hanging open. He also had a knife in his hand. “I’m the one
that kept you from hanging and you’re going to gut me with a knife

from my own fucking kitchen?” Deon dropped his cock, which
remained hard despite the situation.

Cutie’s blue eyes shifted, first left then right.

“They’re...gone?” The hand with the weapon lowered slightly.

Deon nodded. Maybe this was just a case of lack of

communication. “We’re miles out to sea. Those fuckers are long
gone.”

The man sighed. His shoulders slumped then he straightened.

“I’m not going to be your whore.”

Deon glanced down. He had no doubt this guy got that

impression from his erection. “I just saved a fellow gay man from a
noose.” If getting laid was out of the question then staying alive was
his next priority. “I’m going to put my pants on now.” Deon shifted
slowly, pulling the material over his raging hard-on. “How’s the
shoulder?”

Cutie nodded, rolling it a little. “Sore.” The knife lowered

even further so that deadly tip pointed toward the floor. “Thanks.”

Deon zipped and buttoned his pants. A silence fell on the deck

of the ship with the wind blowing against the plastic covering above
their heads. “You done threatening me?”

He glanced at the knife and nodded. “Yeah.” One-word

answers seemed to be his motto. Cutie set the sharp object on the seat
and then sat beside it.

Deon kept his guard up. “You got a name?”
“Chase.” He hung his head, his hand still gripping that sheet

around his hips like armor.

“I’m Deon. You’re welcome for saving your life.”
“Sorry, I just had a hell of a day.” Chase sighed. “I woke up in

the middle of a night to a fire in my tent, lost everything, then there’s
a woman in my new bed and I’m strung up to die.”

“And you got shot...” Deon added.
“Shit...and I got shot.” Chase shook his head. “Hell of a

fucking day.”

Deon shifted closer, wrapping his hand around the knife hilt

and getting it out of his new buddy’s reach. He placed it on the small
shelf by the wheel. The cock in his pants was still rock hard and he
had trouble keeping it from tenting. “I’m heading down the coast.
You’re welcome to stay for a while or if you have a particular spot in
mind I could drop you off.”

Chase shrugged his shoulders. “Does it matter where we go?

The entire world sucks...” He tilted his head back, resting his black
locks against the shuffling plastic.

“Well, there’s a hell of a lot better places than here. Europe is

much better and Ireland is looking...” Deon glanced at him. Chase’s
lids were closed, his breathing even and his fisted handed relaxed to
the point that it fell off his lap and to the seat. “You passed out, didn’t
you?” Deon mumbled, apparently to himself.

For the second time that day, he gathered Chase into his arms

and began the trek through the boat. He placed the still naked man
back on the bed but the sheet twist and pulled. Deon swallowed hard
as that white material slipped lower and lower until the soft white
cock was in view. There was a slight erection fading, his balls heavy
and squished. Deon shifted Chase’s legs so those orbs could breathe a
bit. Chase’s cock flopped onto his thigh. Would the temptations never
end? Deon put his hand out, his fingertips reaching, itching to touch.
The flesh of Chase’s shaft was silky and the color contrast was a
stunning sight. He ran his digits up the length, circling the head, and
caressed down to his balls. Deon’s mouth watered. His pants were
tight and a hunger clawed at his body. All he needed was one taste.
One lick or suck of that cock. Just some action in a life so full of
despair. He leaned slightly forward. His hand wrapped around
Chase’s cock.

“What the fuck...”
Deon jerked up. He pulled away and glanced at Chase’s wide

eyes. Neither of them spoke. Time halted as guilt began to fill that
terrible hunger. Sorry wouldn’t exactly help this mistake, this pushing
of boundaries. “I couldn’t resist.” Deon moved away, stepped from
the delicious temptation. “Go ahead and sleep. I’ll leave you...The
door locks from the inside,” Deon muttered.

He ran out of that room like a dark creature was on his heels

and its name was guilt. Deon shut the door, leaned against it and he
heard the subtle clicking of the lock. Yeah, he couldn’t blame the guy.
Chase had survived a hanging and a gunshot, and now some stranger
was feeling him up. Deon blew out a hard breath. He was so fucking
hard he could break rock with a single blow. He snorted. Nice image
there. The pants were shrugged off immediately and he left them on
the floor. With his ass against Chase’s door, Deon grabbed hold of his
erection.

His fingers squeezed the shaft, pumping the long black cock as

hard as he could. Deon pressed his lips together to keep from
moaning. Sparks of pleasure ignited in his balls and the cum suddenly
erupted. It jetted from his hole and flew across the carpet like
wayward icing. Deon’s head fell back to the door, his hand pumping
harder and forcing every drop free. Slowly the high faded and he
opened his eyes to a mess and his semi-hard erection.

This white boy was a shot to the groin. Everything about

Chase, from his single sentence speech to his fine prick made Deon
practically purr. He let go of his dick. Naked he walked to the kitchen
area and grabbed a rag. He was on his hands and knees scrubbing the
white liquid from the rug. His cock swung between his legs and his
asshole pulsed. He needed to get fucked: that’s what it came down to
and he really wanted that other person to be Chase.

Speaking of the cutie…
The door clicked open. Chase stuck his head out, lips open to

speak, but stopped. Wide blue eyes fell on Deon’s naked, rather
precariously positioned ass. Now the guy was gonna think he was a
fucking pervert. “We have got to stop meeting like this.” Deon tried
for humor. A smirk formed on Chase’s face as he looked away. What
a beautiful smile it was. It showed off the dimples in his cheeks and a
line of white teeth.

“Just saying...thanks. Again. For you know…” With that, he

closed the door.

Deon waited for the lock to sound with each passing heartbeat

but heard nothing. Chase didn’t lock the door. His cock stirred and he
straightened. He threw the rag in a basket on the nearest seat, grabbed
his pants and began walking to his own bedroom.

****
Night on the water was unique. There were no crickets, the

bed rocked and there were occasional lurches left or right. The waves
could smash against the side and disturb slumber, or it could be his
erection. Deon lay in bed, which took up most of the space in this
room. He had a staring contest with the clock. Still sleep eluded him.
The moment he thought about yesterday, about the future, his cock
stirred. It was a slight tingle that led to hardening and finally the sheet
over his body tented.

The sun began to rise. Bright rays slipped through his small

circular window and created a flash of light as it reflected off his

clock. Deon gave up. He sat erect, rubbed his eyes and shuffled to his
feet. He had to crawl off the bed since the mattress literally touched
both walls. His bare feet touched the cold floor and a shiver ran up his
spine. Unfortunately, it stopped at his hard-on and a small bead of
pre-cum decorated the dark skin.

He grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around his hips.

Deon had the bathroom custom made when he first got the boat,
before the virus that weeded out most of the population. Deon padded
to it, located between the kitchen and Chase’s sleeping quarters. The
room was still smallish, everything white tile or wood. He squeezed
inside, then wiggled out of the way so he could close the door. The
reason being was the shower. It was a thing of beauty. There was a
seat in there, big enough for two and the edges rose up slightly so a
bath wasn’t out of the question. There were two showerheads, one
high and one in the middle. There were also three circular windows at
different heights depending on if he wanted to look out or show off
body parts. Yeah, this was not just a shower. It was a man’s home
away from home. He grinned and discarded the towel. It flopped onto
the floor as he flipped a single switch. It opened the shades in the
windows and started the water at a warm drizzle.

He stepped inside and felt the heat sift through his skin.

Tension drained right out of his body as Deon sat on the bench and
rested his back against the cool tiles. Water reached his hips down. It
pelted his hard cock and sent more shivers through his body. Deon
grabbed the appendage, wrapping his fingers around the width and
stroking.

He imaged Chase on his knees with those lips parted and a

pink tongue extended. Deon closed his eyes, focused on that scene.
His cock leaked, the water’s spray adding to the pleasure, and then a
breeze wafted in. His eyes popped open. The door was widening and
Chase walked in.

He stopped mid step.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Deon muttered as Chase’s eyes

went to the pre-cum oozing from the dick in his hand.

Chase lifted a brow, turned on his heels and walked right back

out the door but not before the damage was done. Deon had seen the
boner in Chase’s jeans and it sent his cock over the edge. Ribbons of
white splattered on the wall. Pleasure swept him up into a violent

storm as his balls emptied. He cried out, toes curled and hand
tightened on his quivering dick.

All too soon, it was over. He was once again alone but

knowing a hot man with an erection stood on his boat was enough, for
now. Deon stood and settled under the warm spray. He cleaned the
wall and then his softening cock. The towel was draped over his hips
and he gently opened the door. “So that makes...what, three times
you’ve seen my dick?”

Chase was sitting at the small table. He lifted a brow. “It’s not

my fault you keep wanking off where I can find you.”

“A whole sentence, I’m honored.” Deon grinned and Chase

glanced away with a growing smile. “How’s the shoulder?”

“Not bad.” He wiggled it but grimaced and stilled. “Sorry...”

He tilted his head to the bathroom door.

“Hey, it doesn’t bother me. Barge in whenever you want.”

Deon meant it with a hint of humor, but his tone was way too husky.
The tip of his dick probed the soft cotton towel. Damn thing was
insatiable.

Chase didn’t answer.
“You hungry?”
“Sure.”
Deon kept the towel on, padding barefoot and his skin slightly

damp to the very small stove. There was literally one burner and a
grill and above them were wooden cabinets stacked with various
foods. He grabbed a box of cereal and a bowl, placing them in front of
the quiet Chase. “No milk.”

He smirked. “I know.”
“So, how did you meet your buddies back there?” Deon sat

opposite him, the noise of crashing waves a backdrop.

Chase shoved a handful of flakes and brightly colored

marshmallows into his mouth. “My town.”

“Before the virus.”
He nodded.
“You sure don’t talk much,” Deon muttered as he shifted in

his chair. The towel was riding up the back of his thighs and the cool
material made his skin tingle.

“Sorry.” He finished another handful. “I’m not used to

speaking. We had to stay quiet a lot. Raiders.”

Deon nodded. “Stories of savage men are becoming more

frequent.”

“Have you traveled far? In the boat?” He seemed to perk up as

he asked the question.

“All around the world. I started a few months before the virus

hit and afterwards, I kept on sailing. It’s the same all over.” He lifted
a brow. “Or are you thinking to head somewhere else? Another
country?” Chase grinned at him. It was quick, soon replaced by his
normal stoic expression, but for a few seconds Chase looked adorable,
fuckable and happy.

“Anywhere but here,” he said as he shoved more sugary treats

into his mouth.

A mouth Deon watched, it was mesmerizing and brought his

erection back into the world energetically. “So why is it they were
intent on hanging and shooting at your fine ass?” Deon leaned slightly
forward. He already knew the answer but wanted to hear Chase say it,
hear him admit that he was gay and there was some attraction
growing between them.

Chase glanced at the cereal box. “I...I wasn’t any use to them.

They wanted all the men to produce with two females...”

“And?” Deon asked but received no answer. “You get a few

ugly, hairy women? Couldn’t get it up? I think you can trade a wet
blowjob for some Viagra.”

“No!” Chase blurted. “I’m gay.”
Deon grinned. “Is that so?” They locked eyes and those blue

irises looked like the sweetest sea before a raging storm. “So you
couldn’t get it up for some pussy.”

He snorted. “I fucking tried, couldn’t to save my life.

Literally. Fucking idiots strung me up.” His hands fisted and he lost
interest in the food.

Deon placed his hand over the angry curled one. “You’re safe

now.” Their eyes caught and a silence fell on the boat. “So.” Deon
removed his hand. His cock was now fully awake and poking the
towel over his hips. “Where’d you want to go?”

Chase tilted his head and lifted his lips. “I’ve always wanted

to go to the Caribbean.”

Dean smiled. “Yeah, pirates. They give great head.” And with

that he shuffled back to his room to deal with his erection.

****

Deon wanked off, his body finally cooling off under another,

colder shower. He left Chase below deck and currently stood before
the wheel. They weren’t moving. Not until the dark clouds either
dissipated or shifted coarse. They were maybe an hour out. The blue
sky simply stopped and a dark gathering reached across like angry
fingers. Deon stared at it, willed the storm away. As if that would
help. He glanced back at the land. This was the only shore for miles.
The rest was steep cliffs and impossible terrain to dock his girl. If the
storm were as bad as it looked, they’d have to head back there. He
only hoped the crazy mob wasn’t waiting for them.

“Thinking hard?” Chase asked as he climbed the steps and

stepped onto the deck.

The wind seemed to kick up at his presence, as did Deon’s

cock. He tilted his head toward the storm. “Trouble.”

Chase stared at it and sat on one of the wooden seats. That’s

when Deon noticed Chase was wearing his clothes. Black jeans that
hung on his hips, so loose one tug would bring them down, and a
black shirt. It made Deon’s mouth water. “We might have to head to
land.” His voice deepened.

“Can’t we stay out here?”

“You ever ride a storm our in a boat before?”

Chase shook his head and stood. He paced to the edge of the

deck and back to the wheel.

“From the look of those clouds it ain’t going to be pretty or

easy.” Deon glanced at the land. “Do you think they’re watching us?
We could sail wide and back track so we’re at the edge of the shore
and town...”

Chase moved before him. The giant wheel was the only thing

that separated their hard masculine bodies. “They have a lot of guns.”

“In other words, they’ll wait for us to come close enough and

shoot my boat.”

Chase frowned. “Probably.” He leaned a little closer, his voice

lowering. “Do you really think we can’t make it in this boat?”

Deon swallowed hard and not from the threat of death. “I

think finding a gay man in a lesbian bar is more likely.” That was
beside the fact that no more lesbian bars even existed.

Chase’s eyes fell to the wheel.
“Then again. I did manage to find me a hot gay guy at the end

of a noose.” Deon grinned but their eyes locked and the smile faded.

Deon felt every heartbeat ram against his chest wall. His breath
panted quickly through parted lips. The big thick cock in his pants
pressed almost painfully against the zipper. Their lips were inches
apart and the gap closed in a rush as desire consumed all.

Deon’s plump lips pressed against Chase’s thinner ones. They

quickly parted and Deon’s tongue explored. The kiss deepened, each
man swept up by passion and longing. His lungs burned and his heart
beat furiously in his ears. The wheel pressed against his bare torso.
Finally, they parted. The magical first kiss was complete. Deon
growled, his mind taking a backseat to his raging hard-on. “I want
more than a fucking kiss.” He stepped past the wheel, grabbed a
fistful of Chase’s shirt and tugged. He fell into Deon’s arms. Their
bodies collided and pleasure sizzled along his spine. Their lips met
again, the battle for dominance fierce and wild.

Chase pulled back, gasped for breath as Dean tore his shirt

over his head. That pale white chest was such a stark contrast to his
black hands. His palms caressed the flesh. Deon pinched and tugged
on his flat nipples. He pulled on Chase’s jeans and they landed on the
deck.

Chase’s cock was exposed. Finally, Deon got to see Chase’s

dick in all its glory. The head was red, the long shaft so pale he could
see the veins beneath. He grabbed it. Deon’s fingers wrapped around
the erection and tugged.

“Wait...” Chase began but it ended in a guttural moan.
Deon pumped the cock again. A bead of pre-cum decorated

the tip.

Suddenly the boat lurched. Both men lost their balance and

fell back to the cold seats. Deon glanced quickly around. It was just a
big wave from the approaching storm. He hoped so because not much
could tear him away from a hard dick. He shrugged it off and jerked
his attention to the beautiful cock. Chase lifted his jeans but Deon
stopped him before the erection was covered.

“I can’t.”
Deon growled, gripped the cock and lowered his mouth onto

that wet, welcoming head. Just as the salty white liquid hit his taste
buds, Chase’s words stopped him cold.

“I’m married.”
Deon lifted his head. Each breath puffed across Chase’s

excited flesh. “That’s usually something discussed before the first

kiss. You know, I’m gay, I like poodles and I’m married,” he said, a
little pissed, but he kept his hold on Chase’s dick.

He sighed. “Billy was my husband. After the virus hit, we

were separated and I’ve been searching for him.”

Deon let that delicious and delightful erection slip from his

grasp. “How long have you been looking?”

Chase looked away. “Literally, since the virus hit, two years. I

know Billy’s probably...gone. I’ve come to terms with that but...” He
took Deon’s hand. “I don’t want casual sex. If I open my body to
anyone ever again, it’ll be because that man captured my heart.”
Chase produced a sad smile. “Or I’m at the wrong end of a noose.”

Deon showed just a hint of a grin. His cock hurt too much to

really smile.

“Besides, I’m still technically married to Billy.”
He could have explained that marriage no longer mattered or

that with Billy presumed dead they could do whatever they wanted
since they’re both consenting adults. Instead, Deon leaned over and
placed a kiss on Chase’s forehead. “Then we take it slow.” The words
were hard to say. He adjusted his cock and shifted in the seat before
he stood. “You have a few weeks and then I’ll get sick of cold
showers. Hopefully, by then I’ll show you just how much you’ll want
‘the three hour man’.”

Chase chuckled and the wind swallowed the sound. “The

what?” He covered his pale cock with his hands then the material of
his pants.

Deon sighed when he heard the zipped sounded and his

chance at a blowjob flew out the metaphorical window. “The three
hour man. That was my name back home on the streets.”

“Do explain...” He lifted a brow with a grin.
Deon’s hand rested on Chase’s hip and he leaned closer than

he intended. “Baby, I can rock you for three long, delicious hours. I’ll
be the best you’ve ever had.”

Chase grinned, but a blush crept up his cheeks.
“I don’t do quickies. I like to take my sweet, sweet time.” He

felt the erection against his thigh. “Maybe later I’ll show you my
tattoo.”

“Dear God, don’t tell me it says ‘the three hour man’.”
Deon laughed, his deep voice vibrating the man before him.

“Almost, but I wasn’t drunk enough to go that far.”

“Where is this tattoo of yours?”
Deon leaned close. He could only keep this up a little longer

before he needed a fucking ice cold shower so he wouldn’t jump
Chase. “Next time we get this close, take my cock in your mouth and
you’ll be able to read it.” Chase shivered in Deon’s arms. Another
wave rocked into the boat and both men scrambled for leverage.

First, they had to get to land. The waves were more frequent

and those dark, rumbling clouds inched closer. Deon moved back
behind the wheel and brought his girl to a purr.

****
Deon watched the shoreline closely. A few houses had the

fireplaces lit. He could see the thick smoke swirl from the chimneys
and dissipate with the rising wind. Chase was on the edge of the bow.
So far, their approach was quiet but he had to speed up the boat a little
more. Those clouds were ebbing closer. The waves jerked them back
and forth. Everything that wasn’t secured down rolled or clanged. The
wind whistled and the boat groaned with each movement. The sky
kept darkening and sunlight began to fade. “Anything?”

Chase shook his head but kept his eyes on the shore.
A loud bang broke the sound of the waves. It echoed and made

Deon flinch. Was that? Chase came running into the covered portion
of the deck. His head lowered and a sliver of blood dripped down his
head. “Son of a motherfucking bitch. They shot you!”

“Again,” Chase said with a scowl. “It’s a graze.”
Deon spun the wheel, turning the boat about as the waves

smashed into the side. He glanced back and that pristine beach was
now littered with armed dots. They began to move. The wind shoved
hair and coats asunder.

He sped away from the shore. “You gonna make it?”
Chase nodded, whipping blood from his hairline.
Deon held the wheel tight and the boat rocked violently to the

left. “Fuck.” No shore, no time and no fucking way out.

Chapter Three

Surviving the Storm...

Deon glared at the sky. The storm was closer than moments

ago. The clouds lit up with lightning and a crack of thunder echoed. It
sounded like a well-earned smack on a tight ass. Deon adjusted his
jeans. This was no time for an erection.

“Where are we going?” Chase jerked to the right and held onto

the chair to keep upright.

The waves were beginning to swarm the boat. Another shot

rang out. Was it close enough to hit? Deon turned the wheel left then
straightened, pushing them further from the shore and deeper into the
rough water. Where were they going? Hell if he knew. “There has to
be another spot to dock her.” He went toward the storm, further south
than he ever was in his life. No one ventured past the Carolina’s
anymore. That volcano destroyed them just after the virus. It looked
like they were going to do some new exploration. Deon took a deep
breath and fear crept up his spine as they headed into the dark abyss.
Rain began to fall. It pelted the plastic around them. “Hang on tight.”
He had to yell as the wind began to pick up.

Again, the boat lurched. The clouds were over them now.

Thunder was close and personal. Deon wanted to curse and head for
the nearest cliff. In all his years on this boat he’d never once sailed
through a storm. In the past, he found land, hauled his black ass in a
cave and waited it out. A huge wave formed a few feet away. Deon
spotted it too late. The wall of water slammed into the ship and he lost
his grip on the wheel. Water splashed into their dry, safe area and
swept Deon off his feet. He slammed against the side of the deck, his
head smacking against the hard wood while water soaked his body.

That erection finally wilted.
He shook his head. Pain swirled through his body as Deon

glanced about. Chase was down too. He gripped the chair as the boat
tilted left then right. It took a lot of grunting and strength but Deon
managed to get back to the wheel. He shoved his hands on it and
eased the boat into a slower rock. Standing was a whole other story.
His legs were leaden and his head ached something fierce. “Chase!”

Those blue eyes fell on him and Chase crawled toward the

main wheel with a look of complete terror on his handsome face. “I’m
so sorry!” he screamed. The wind blew harder, the rain falling like
buckets around them. “I’m going to get you killed.” Chase shifted
closer and grabbed hold of Deon’s arm.

He shook his head, grasped Chase and dragged him into his

arms. Deon faced him and the wheel. His eyes searched the growing
darkness for hope, for land, for a fucking miracle. “We’re going to be
fine.” Deon screamed the words but had no idea if they reached
Chase’s ears. Deon leaned closer, placed his lips against Chase’s
neck. “I refuse to die, not until I’ve fucked that tight ass of yours.”
The boat tilted right.

Chase grabbed his head and planted a quick emotion filled

kiss on his wet lips.

Deon appreciate the gesture but his cock was down for the

count. The boat lurched right. He lost his grip on the wheel but
managed to wrap his arms around Chase. Water punched through the
plastic and covered the floor beneath them. It was so dark he couldn’t
even see the water around their ship. There were no lights. The shore
could very well be right there with jagged cliffs or crazy homophobes.
He held Chase tighter. “We’re going to make it.” He yelled the words
but the breeze whipped through the ruined cover and created tornado-
like winds. “We’re going to make it!”

The boat creaked. More water covered them and then thunder

ripped apart the sky above. Deon closed his eyes, his body shaking as
the world crumbled around them. He only hoped that he didn’t get
eaten by sharks. Maybe God would stick his hand out from the
heavens and scoop them up. He snorted in the middle of the chaos.

The boat jerked, something scraped the bottom of the ship,

and he slammed back hard. Deon’s head bounced off the wood and a
creepy, scary darkness took his consciousness.

Chapter Four

Paradise Island...

Deon began to stir. His nose twitched as a soft breeze brought

the scent of sweet and musky. An ache began in his temple and the
upper part of his back. The memories came next. They slammed into
his brain and he jerked his eyes open. The glaring sun made him
squint and wince. “Chase?” Deon’s voice was scratchy and didn’t
pierce the sound of crashing waves. We’re they still in the boat? He
didn’t feel it rocking. Deon shifted his eyes from the clear blue sky.
He was still on the boat deck, lying in a few inches of water. It
seemed otherwise intact. The seats were unscathed and the water
wasn’t rising. The plastic had several tears in it but nothing
irreparable.

Deon shifted, pulled himself upward so he could lean his back

against the wall. The wheel was still there and beyond that...

Deon blinked hard then twice but the image remained. Just

beyond his boat were trees, tall leafy trees. “Chase?” Where was he?
What the hell was going on? “Chase? Damn it, where are you?” Panic
began to eat at the pain in his body. What if Chase was thrown
overboard? Or worse. What if those sick bastards took him? Were
they on that shore? He pushed off the wall, gathered his strength and
fumbled to his knees. His body was stiff. How long had he been lying
there?

The first attempt to stand was a disaster. He landed face first

on the watery floor. The second was successful. Deon stood up. “Holy
mother of...” The boat was pushed far up on a shore with clear water,
pristine sand and a dense forest. He glanced left then right.

“It’s an island.”
Deon jerked around. There stood Chase in wet and torn

clothes with the biggest grin on his handsome face. “You’re alive.”
The words were shaky, barely a whisper. Deon ran to him as Chase
climbed back onto the boat. His hands wrapped around the smaller
man and pressed their bodies together.

“You were out so I did some exploring...” Chase began but

was promptly cut short. Deon kissed him.

Their lips parted instantly and tongues collided. They shared

more than saliva and breath. Deon felt a thread to his heart snap as he
sucked on Chase’s lower lip. They parted with a gasp. “You’re
okay?” Deon had to be sure. He ran his hands along Chase’s sides,
over his back, across his chest and down his hips. Deon cupped the
crotch of his jeans. A hard cock hid beneath the material and Deon
outlined it with his palm.

Chase hissed then whispered, “You kept your arms around me.

Even when you were out your arms locked around me like I was the
most important thing in the world.”

Deon kissed him again, pushed him back until they bumped

the side of the boat. The water was higher here. It covered the tops of
his feet but it was so warm. “You are the most important thing,” he
said. His finger slid into the slits of Chase’s shirt. Deon ripped it apart
and bared that hairless pale chest. He bent over and laved the nipples.
He tongued and nipped until Chase was squirming in his arms. Deon
pulled the jeans down, right off Chase’s hips and to the puddle at their
feet. That beautifully pale cock bobbed free. It was hard. The erection
pointed the red tip right at him. A dark vein bulged and the base was
scattered with hair.

Chase cried out, his hips jerking as Deon grabbed hold of the

shaft. He milked it, caressed it, pumped and teased with just his
hands. When that pre-cum oozed out, Deon quickly lowered to his
knees. With mouth watering, he leaned forward and swiped his
tongue at the bead. The taste was salty sweet. He wanted more. Deon
suckled the penis head into his mouth. He rubbed the underside with
the tip of his tongue. More liquid shot onto his tongue and he
swallowed it.

Deon felt the water penetrate the clothes and smother his skin

in warm liquid. He swallowed more of Chase’s cock. Inch after
delicious inch disappeared down his throat. The man moaned above
him and Deon pulled away. He shoved his own pants down his legs
then sat back. Water splashed against his ass and the puckered hole
between. Pleasure sizzled up his spine as he removed the rest of the
pants. His knees were bent. Deon’s thick black cock rose like a pillar
of pleasure between them. He grabbed hold of his own cock, pumped
the long length and laid back. Water licked at his ears and splattered
along his sides. It rushed against his balls in wicked little pulses.

Deon closed his eyes and waited for Chase to join him. If the man
wanted to just watch, that was fine too, but Deon was getting off.

After almost dying, an orgasm seemed to be his first priority.
Deon played with his balls, rolling them between his fingers

and jerking his hips so the water would splash. The warm liquid was
like an extra hand, another push toward ecstasy. Deon felt hands on
his thighs. They pushed his legs wider and slid toward his cock. He
opened his eyes. Chase was kneeling in the water, centered on Deon’s
erection. “Suck it.” Deon said breathlessly.

Chase nodded and leaned over. His beautiful mouth wrapped

around Deon’s cock and sucked it down his throat. “You do have a
tattoo.” He mumbled with a full mouth.

Deon grinned. In elegant script the number three was tattooed

right above the base of his cock, the hair around it trimmed so the
number was easily seen. It seemed to pop out against his black skin.
“I told you. They call me the three hour man. Now suck!” He grunted
as his pleasure spiked and water lapped at his body. His entire cock
was gobbled up and then Chase swallowed. The feeling was
indescribable, penetrated only by the rising threat of release. “When I
get into that tight ass of yours, you’ll see...” Deon pushed Chase
away, sending him to his back. He straddled his head and trapped
Chase between the floor and his hard cock. Deon slipped the tip
between his lips and began fucking his mouth. Long thrusts turned
into frantic jerks. His cock was big but Chase had no problem
downing the entire thing. It disappeared into Chase’s mouth and down
his throat. Deon moved faster, thrusting harder against that mouth.
“Fuck!” The word just kept slipping from his throat followed by a
deep groan. “Almost...” He warned but couldn’t complete the
sentence. Deon’s eyes focused on his black as night cock disappearing
into Chase’s pink mouth.

The orgasm was huge. It parted his body from his soul for a

split second. He went blind as cum jetted from his penis and shot
down Chase’s throat. Pleasure overrode the need for oxygen until
every drop of seed was freed.

Only then did he pull back and give Chase room to gulp air.

The man gasped beneath him. His chest heaved and diaphragm
expanded. Deon shifted lower. He grabbed Chase’s dick and pumped
it. Over and over, harder than necessary until Chase’s cock shuddered.

Long ribbons of cum exploded from the tip and blended with the clear
water beneath them.

Deon took deep calming breaths and lay next to Chase. The

water still lapped at their sensitive skin. “So, an island?”

Chase grunted then snorted. “Yeah, island.”
****
It was nearly half an hour later when Deon left Chase’s arms.

With his clothes wet, he went nude across the deck. He climbed the
steps to the shore. Waves gently rolled over his feet and sand squished
between his toes. It was time to check out the damage. The back of
the ship was fine. He checked the left side and found no damage. The
right however was in trouble. Deon winced as he saw the big hole in
the side of his boat. The culprit was a large boulder still resting
against the frayed edges. They must have slammed on shore and the
damn rock had ripped a hole in his fucking boat. He kicked at the
sand. They wouldn’t be going anywhere fast.

Of course, they really didn’t have to. He glanced out at the

sea. This was the only land he could see so for the moment they were
safe. If they could find food and fresh water, maybe the storm was a
blessing.

“Can you fix that?” Chase asked as he climbed down the

steps. The jeans clung to his hips and sagged from the weight of the
wet material. His blue eyes glanced at Deon’s body.

“Possibly.” Deon bent slightly. He was a damn good tease,

bending so his ass was directly before Chase and then he stood to his
full height. His cock was starting to get excited. He rubbed the head
with his palm before turning to face Chase. “The question is do we
want to leave the island?”

Chase’s lips parted but no words came forth.
Deon let it slide and went back to inspecting his boat. He had

all the materials stored to fix it. That wouldn’t be the problem. The
wind blew around his naked body, stroking his skin like a lover’s
touch. It made Deon mad horny and as such, he turned to Chase with
a wicked grin. “What do you say we do some exploring first? We
need fresh water and a few days to fix this. Then we can decide to
stay or go.”

Chase smiled. “Deal.” He took a few steps toward him.

“You’re not going...like that, are you? I mean, naked?”

Deon’s grin widened. “Afraid you can’t keep your hands off

me...”

“I’m afraid the monkey will think it’s a black banana and try

to steal what’s mine.” Chase laughed at his own joke then stumbled
forward.

Deon just shook his head, that grin still in place as they

walked across the warm sand. His head still ached a bit but the
orgasm had helped his pains. His cock bobbed and weaved like a
prized fighter as they walked to the tree line. The trunks were thick
and branches reached high into the sky. The leaves themselves were
as big as Deon’s hands and a vibrant green. They were definitely not
any oaks or pines on this island.

“Huge...” Chase muttered, staring around.
Deon winked at him and wiggled his cock. “Damn right it’s

huge.”

“For crying out loud,” Chase said with a chuckle.
They began to walk through the strange trees. The sunrays

penetrated only a few of them so darkness closed about. It was
terribly romantic and Deon found himself shifting closer to Chase.
“Any water around here?”

“I didn’t explore into the woods just along the shore. The

island’s not very big, maybe five or six miles.” He paused. “Do you
hear that?”

Deon nodded. It sounded like the roar of a small waterfall.

They kept walking and soon discovered a small stream. The water
pooled between big boulders like it was lost, searching for a way
home to the sea. Deon led the way, following the small stream further
into the dark interior of the island. The water began to widen but
nothing they couldn’t traverse. Soon those trees parted, the river
source discovered. It was indeed a waterfall, an eight-foot beauty with
vines climbing up the jutting rocks and a deep pond big enough for at
least four people. “Damn.” His arms wrapped around Chase’s
shoulder. “This is nice.”

The man beside him nodded, everything going quiet but for

the roar of the water and their own thudding heartbeats. Deon’s dick
was at full salute. He walked along the small sandy shore. His bare
feet dipped to test the temperature. “Mmm, it’s warm.” He traversed
the ramp of sand and descended into the water. It lapped at his

erection like a lazy tongue. When the water reached his waist he
turned and held out his hand.

Chase was already undressing. The shirt and jeans were in a

pile, discarded on the ground.

Deon’s cock twitched at the sight of Chase naked. He was a

fucking wet dream. The man was lanky with that fat erection and tight
ass. Their palms touched, fingers laced and they stepped further into
the water. The liquid reached just over his flat nipples then the ground
flattened. “Not that deep,” he said over the splashing waterfall.

Chase waded further. He pressed his lips to the falling water

and sipped.

Deon dipped his hands beneath the glassy surface and

wrapped his fingers around his width. Little pumps pulled his balls
tighter and his breath faster. “Staying here looks better and better.”

Chase laughed briefly, turning with a big grin. “It does from

this angle.” He lifted a brow, glancing at Deon’s wandering hand.

“A man can only resist so much,” Deon said as he walked

toward Chase. His feet sunk slightly into the bottom of the small
pond. Sand covered his toes and scratched at his skin. “Seeing you
naked under a waterfall with a fat cock, well, that can crush the
strongest man’s willpower.” He was a breath away from Chase.
Reaching out beneath the water, Deon found the hard appendage in
question. Deon caressed Chase’s cock. He went even further to tease
his heavy balls. His digits traveled even more, rubbing the flesh
between ass and balls. Deon slid a single finger into Chase’s hole.
The man before him moaned and closed his pretty eyes. He let out a
jerky breath and Deon whispered in his ear, “Turn around, baby.” He
didn’t know if the request would be denied. Chase had wanted to wait
but surely, he could see the bond between them growing stronger.
Deon ran his palms up and down Chase’s backside. Lower and lower
until he grabbed those tempting ass cheeks. He pressed them apart.
His finger searched, found, penetrated.

“Mmm...”
Deon used two fingers to widen Chase. The water cascaded

down their bodies. He moved Chase further into the water until the
warm man before him pressed against the rocks of the waterfall. “I
want you so fucking bad.” Deon’s voice went husky.

“Yes,” Chase replied breathlessly.

Deon inhaled sharply, sticking three fingers into the opening

and pumping. A series of groans harmonized with the water falling.
Deon grabbed his cock, which blended pre-cum with fresh water. He
removed his fingers and pressed the head to that tempting opening.
Just that small touch sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. “Baby,”
Deon whispered.

A twig snapped and something splashed.
Deon dropped his cock and spun around, ecstasy quickly

replaced with the need to protect Chase. The water rippled and Deon
gasped, confronted by the biggest snake he’d ever seen in his entire
fucking life.

He didn’t scream like a girl but the sound that came from his

lips sure as hell wasn’t manly. He splashed water with his hands,
keeping the thing at bay. The reptile glided closer despite the
deterrent. “Get out of the water!” Deon yelled at Chase. What greeted
his ears wasn’t the frantic splashing of the man he was falling for but
soft laughter.

“It’s just a grass snake. They’re harmless,” Chase whispered

in his ear. Then he actually stepped past Deon and walked toward the
thing.

Deon quickly grabbed his arm. “Are you crazy? It can still bite

you.” Damn it. He shivered and it was simply from fear.

“You’re afraid of snakes?” Chase grinned, placing his hand in

the water. He gently scooped up the snake and tossed him gently onto
the shore. It slithered into the foliage before Deon could blink.

“I’m not afraid. I’m alert, aware, understanding that those

fangs are sharp.” He scowled, the mood ruined by his biggest enemy.
His dick deflated, agreeing with the thought. His eyes kept searching
the area for the slimy, scaly intruder to return.

“My big, muscle bound Deon is afraid of a little snake?”

Chase asked, wading back toward him. “I thought this hunky, tough
guy wasn’t afraid of anything. That absolutely nothing would get
between your cock and fucking for three glorious hours...” Chase
reached into the water and clasped Deon’s soft penis.

“That statement excludes snakes, crazy fuckers trying to hang

people and the storm of the century,” Deon said, but then he felt his
cock spring to life.

“As I remember it, that storm didn’t do much damage.” Chase

grinned, sliding his fingers over Deon’s cock. “Once you opened your
eyes we had a nice, intimate...”

Deon interrupted him with a kiss. It was animalistic, breath

and tongues mingled. Their lips were pressed so tightly together.
Chase still had his dick in hand, stroking and caressing until Deon
broke the kiss to groan. He nibbled at the delicate skin of Chase’s
neck before pulling him closer and turning.

Once again, Chase was facing the jagged rock wall. He bent

slightly, his ass just below the water’s surface.

Deon groaned, reached down and spread those tight cheeks.

“Baby, I’ve wanted you since the moment I heard you yell you’re
gay.” They both chuckled.

“I can’t wait any longer!” Chase complained. “Fuck me,

please.”

Deon agreed. His dick was once again stiff as steel and he

pressed the tip against the puckered hole. A gentle push sent his head
into the gates of heaven. They both groaned. Deon pressed further. He
stretched and penetrated. The water hindered Deon’s thrusts so he
grabbed Chase and carried him to the shore. They crawled onto the
sand where Deon pushed Chase onto all fours. He eagerly mounted
Chase from behind, pressing his cock even further inside.

Deon was only half inside, the pleasure growing. His body

was beginning to sweat. He pulled free, used his spit as lubricant and
entered again. Deon pressed his full length into Chase. A deep groan
passed his lips, as that tight ass seemed to devour his cock. “Fuck,
you’re so damn small.” His cock was tightly caressed by Chase’s
channel. The feeling was exquisite and Deon could barely contain his
thrusts.

He was an erratic mess. His hips pumped, his body quivered

and he fucked like a mad man. However, now was not the time for a
quickie. Deon slowed. He reached under Chase and gripped his fat
erection.

“Deon!” Chase cried out.
He pumped that meaty pole like a professional. Each tug sent

his cock deep. “You like that, baby?” He tease as they both groaned.

“Yes. Oh, please. Deon! Yes!” Chase sputtered.
Deon grinned, then moved faster. His big balls slapped at

Chase. “You want to come?” He squeezed Chase’s cock harder.

“Yes. Please!”
Deon palmed Chase’s dick, caressing and teasing. “How bad

do you want to spill that load?” he asked. His cock was fucking
deeper and harder.

“Now. Badly. Please!” Chase said and hung his head as he

gasped for air.

Deon could see his forehead press against the rough sand. He

focused all his attention on jerking off Chase. There was a loud groan
and then a twitch. Chase blew his load onto the sand. White ribbons
of cum decorated the brown shore. “Such a pretty sight,” Deon
murmured.

Chase sighed and collapsed to the ground. Deon followed. He

pressed his palms against Chase’s back and gained the momentum to
increase his thrusts. Over and over, Deon penetrated, sunk deep and
shivered in ecstasy. After a few minutes, Deon came close to
exploding. He couldn’t have that. Deon pulled free. He lay on his
back, spit on his erection then pulled Chase over him.

The sexy naked man straddled Deon. Chase began to ride him.

Hard. As he hopped up and down his cock, Deon caught a glimpse of
his fat cock and the erection that was slowly but surely forming. “You
ready for another, baby?”

Chase groaned.
Deon grinned. “Do it yourself. I want to watch.”
Chase kept riding but looked at him quizzically. “Do what?”
He chuckled then groaned. “Wank off, baby. Make love to

your hand. Pay a visit to Mrs. Palm and her five delightful daughters.”
Deon couldn’t say the quip with a straight face and laughed with
Chase.

“Where the...hell...did you...hear that?” he asked while

pumping up and down on Deon’s cock.

“Later,” was all Deon could say. His hips were jerking. It

wouldn’t be long but he wanted to see Chase come again. “Do it.” He
practically growled the words.

Chase grabbed his own cock. He played with the tip as he rode

Deon’s dick. Their bodies touching created such a beautiful contrast,
white and black flesh misted with sweat. Chase began to pump into
his hand. His breath was erratic and heavy. His riding slowed as his
dick tugs increased.

Deon watched it all with hands behind his head and cock deep

in Chase’s ass. It was fucking beautiful. “Come on, baby. I want you
to send that salty goodness all over my chest,” Deon encouraged.

Chase gasped, cried out and came again. There was less of the

cum and he was gasping harder.

Deon glanced at his brown-skinned chest and the white trails

decorating it. Chase groaned above him. He slid off Deon’s body and
lay on his stomach in the sand. “I’m not done with you yet!” Deon
said playfully. He straddled Chase’s legs, spread his ass cheeks and
pushed deep in one long thrust.

“Holy fuck!” Chase blurted.
Deon held onto Chase’s hips. He worked his cock in and out

with a furious growing need to relieve the pressure in his balls. Chase
cried out beneath him. Pleasure sent him into a frenzy.

Then it happened.
Deon felt his body tighten and explode. His cock busted into

orgasm and cum spewed deep into Chase’s ass. His balls emptied and
his groan echoed in the woods. He pushed his cock as deep as it
would go, pleasure overwhelming all his senses.

Deon collapsed, spent, then rolled off Chase and to the sand.

Exhausted, they both remained where they fell, catching their breath
and wallowing in the afterglow of amazing sex.

****
Deon must have fallen asleep. He heard the soft snore of

another man. The gentle breeze caressed his softened penis. He felt
the pressure of another body across his chest and the easy breathing
against his ribs. Deon smiled and opened his eyes. They were on the
shore of that pond with the sun beginning to set. He brushed his
fingers through Chase’s soft hair. “Baby, wake up.”

The man atop him stirred, shifted and stared up at him with a

big smile. “Hi, there.”

Deon leaned down and planted a kiss on Chase’s forehead.

“Come on, daylight’s burning. We have to get back to the boat.” They
both stretched and struggled to their feet. Chase dressed and Deon
checked for that damn snake but it looked long gone.

On the walk back to the boat, Deon grabbed Chase’s hand.

They swung back and forth and snuck kisses like horny teenagers.
Deon had never felt so happy. The boat was where they left it, slightly

tilted on the beach with a big hole in the side. “I’ll work on patching
that up tomorrow,” he said as they passed it.

They climbed to the deck and had a perfect view of the

magical sunset. Deon settled on the wooden seat as pinks and purples
flooded the cloudy sky. Water no longer covered the floor but small
puddles were scattered throughout. The waves were a beautiful music
to the scenic backdrop. Chase sat beside him. They hugged and
waited, watching the sun descend.

Once night fell Dean stood. “Ready for sleep, baby?”
Chase nodded and yawned.
“Since there’s a hole in your room I think you’d better sleep

with me.”

Chase grinned. “Did you plan that hole just to get me into your

bed?”

Deon chuckled then gently took his hand and led him down

the steps. “It definitely crossed my mind.” He opened the door to his
bedroom. The room was tossed about from the storm but was still
intact. Naked, Deon strode over and picked up books. He kicked clean
and dirty laundry into a corner. Then he bent over and shifted the
mattress into its rightful position.

Chase whistled.
Deon grinned and remained hunched. “Like what you see,

baby?”

Chase’s hands landed on his ass cheeks. He caressed and

smoothed his palms against the sensitive skin. Deon jumped when
Chase bit him gently right on his upper thigh.

“Want me to spread my legs?” Deon asked. His cock was

rapidly becoming hard.

“Mmmm,” Chase replied then licked the patch of flesh behind

his knees.

Deon shuttered. He spread so his balls, shaft and puckered

hole were completely accessible. He rested his hands on the bed.
Chase drew his naughty tongue up Deon’s thigh, over his ass checks
and to his rim. Chase’s tongue explored. It penetrated and prodded,
sending Deon into moaning fits. Over and over, he couldn’t control
the animalistic sounds as Chase ate at his ass.

That sweet mouth moved lower. It lapped at his balls and

opened wide to suckle at his cock. Deon grunted then fisted the
blanket beneath his hands. The mouth sucked at his tip and gobbled

all the pre-cum. “I’m almost...” A full sentence was impossible to
form. Deon closed his eyes, held his breath and came. His cock
twitched as Chase’s tongue kept licking the underside. The sexy man
swallowed every drop before pulling away with a wicked smile.

Deon dragged him onto the bed. He ripped at Chase’s clothes.

The shirt was reduced to shreds and the jeans bunched at his ankles.
He finally pulled the damn things off and threw them across the room.
“I wanted to fuck you for three more hours,” Deon grumbled. His
hand wrapped around Chase’s cock. “Now I gotta spend it sucking
this fat...” Pump. “Sexy.” Pump. “Dick.” He grabbed Chase’s balls
roughly, bent over and sucked the entire cock down his throat.

Chase gasped.
Deon pulled free and licked his lips. “Fucking is not the only

reason they call me the three hour man.” He nibbled at the tender
skin. Deon alternated between sucking the tip and deep-throating
Chase’s shaft. The man beneath him moaned and groaned. When he
squirmed excessively Deon pulled back. He didn’t want Chase to
explode yet. Deon paid respect to Chase’s heavy balls, licking them
like a tasty fucking ice cream cone. He even lifted Chase’s leg and
made a feast of his asshole.

It lasted minutes, then an hour. Deon kept bringing Chase to

the very edge of ecstasy before pulling away. Pre-cum drenched
Deon’s tongue and the rhythmic sound of the waves was lost to
Chase’s groans.

Another hour in Chase began to beg. Sweat misted his skin,

his feet were restless and his fingers deep in Deon’s hair. Chase’s
fingernails scratched at his scalp. Deon’s jaw was beginning to ache.
“Turn over.” He practically grunted the words.

Chase protested with a groan but shifted to his side.
Deon spread his cheeks. He fingered that sexy ass, placing

kisses on Chase’s back. His jaw was grateful for the break.

“Oh, please...I can’t take any more!” Chase yelled.
Deon held his hips in place and kept fingering that ass like his

life depended on it. He managed to shove three fingers in then helped
Chase onto his back. That fat erection was leaking and the pale skin
now pink from attention. Deon placed his plump lips against the head
and sucked. Hard.

Chase cried out, his hips lifting off the bed.

Deon opened wide. The dick in his mouth jerked and warm,

salty liquid covered his tongue. Chase kept yelling. His body tense as
his balls exploded in beautiful agony. Deon swallowed. He lapped
gently at the tender shaft, then the empty balls. Finally, he nibbled at
the softening flesh.

“Fuck me,” Chase blurted breathlessly.
Deon grinned. “I already have and it was fucking amazing.”

He flexed his sore jaw and snuggled beside Chase. The heavy
breathing slowed and blended with the crashing waves. Deon closed
his eyes to the harmonic sounds and promptly fell asleep.

****
Deon woke to the acrid smell of smoke. It burned his lungs

and his lids jerked open. “Chase?” he immediately yelled. The bed
beside him was empty. “Chase!” There was no smoke in the room,
which was a good sign. Deon ran naked to the door. He tapped the
knob, finding it cool, and shoved it open.

No smoke. No fire.
The smell, however, was stronger here. He ran to the stairs.

His dick flopped against his leg like a dying fish. “Chase! Damn it,
answer me.”

“Here.” His voice fluttered down from the deck. “I’m right

here.”

Deon scurried up the stairs, wrapped his arms around the

shirtless man of his dreams. He searched the area but found no cause
for the smoke. “What the hell is burning?”

“My village,” he whispered against Deon’s chest.
“Your...?” He turned and glanced toward the distant mainland.

Thick black smoke billowed into the air like an angry mob. It choked
the sunlight and drowned the clear blue sky. “Wow, it is burning.”

Chase nodded, his expression fallen. “What if...what if that

was it? What if there are no more humans left?”

“Baby, we are not alone. I’ve sailed so many shores and found

a lot of living, breathing people.” Deon held him a little tighter,
keeping his waist apart as his dick was enjoying the skin to skin
contact a little too much.

Chase nodded. “There were some good people there. Like that

girl they wanted me to...well, she was really nice. What if the rest of
the world is...evil like them?”

Deon hadn’t gotten to know any other person he’d passed in

his travels. He couldn’t answer the question honestly. “There has to
be more good people. Humans who are tolerant and generous.
They’re still out there in the world.”

“I supposed so. I just wish the fate of humanity didn’t rest on

the strongest and cruelest.”

Ah, so that’s why Chase was so upset. Not that the bastards

that hung him were dead but that those who didn’t were equally as
dead. “There are survivors all over the world. Not all of them are
murderous bastards.”

Chase simply nodded.
“I’ve got an idea. How about we get this boat fixed, sail over

there and see if anyone’s still alive?”

“Yeah?” Chase glanced from the smoke into Deon’s eyes.

“We can always use this as our vacation spot.” He grinned.

Deon would do anything to see Chase smile. “We can even fix

the town up. Start our own community.” What the fuck was he
saying? Deon was speaking too freely from the heart just to keep that
smile on Chase’s face. “A place for the good and generous.” Shit, he
really hated people.

“But you hate people,” Chase muttered, his lips against

Deon’s chest.

“Well, yeah.” Deon chuckled. “But I’ll go anywhere with

you.”

Chase grinned. “We can start a real town with houses and

families. Everyone would be welcome. A place to be safe and happy.”

“Sure.” Deon forced a smile. Great, people and screaming

kids.

“And a lone pier away from the bustle of town where we can

park the boat...have our privacy.” Chase kissed Deon’s flat nipple. “I
noticed you like being naked all the time and I love watching you
walk around with your dick out.”

Deon growled, his cock hard and body humming with desire.

“If we stay like this, I’m going to bend you over the railing and fuck
you until we’re both screaming.” Deon placed his lips against Chase’s
forehead. “First, I gotta fix this boat.”

Chase grinned. “Later then.”
There was a new bounce to Chase’s step as he walked away,

an extra sway in his hips. Chase was actually happy about starting

their own town. Deon shook his head then stroked his cock lovingly
and went downstairs to find pants.

It was time to fix this boat.

Chapter Five

True love...

“What do you think caused it to burn?” Chase asked from the

sand. He sat with his legs crossed and his eyes wandering over Deon’s
chest.

Deon placed the last of the masking tape on the outside of the

hole. “It couldn’t have been the storm.” His palm flattened the tape.
“We would have seen the smoke sooner.” Deon stood, walked over to
the stairs. His eyes drifted to the black smoke that still filled the sky.
Without firefighters, it simply burned away. “Maybe someone set it,”
he said as he made his way onto the deck.

“I don’t know who could have.” Chase frowned but followed

him down and into the spare bedroom where the hole was.

Deon didn’t have a powerful sander to make the work faster

and easier. So, it was all going to be done by hand. It sure as hell was
going to take a while. He hunkered down and began to sand while
Chase roamed the boat. Deon would rather be enjoying that man’s
fine ass with his hard cock but this had to get done. He wanted Chase
happy and if that meant leaving paradise for the mainland, so be it.

It took hours of sanding, two food breaks and a long intense

kissing session before Deon was finished. He was sore and covered in
a fine white dust. Carefully, he made his way to the deck and shook
off most of the dust. He removed his pants before descending the
ladder to the beach. The sun was setting and the waves lapped at his
bare feet. Deon shuffled forward and water licked at his knees. The
moonlight glinted off his skin and the quiet lulled his senses. He
dunked under, washing away the dust quickly before returning to
land. He sat in the sand, his ass cheeks against the grainy floor and the
nagging erection caressed by warm water.

“The smoke’s almost gone,” Chase said. He stood by the boat.
Deon saw his shadow across the sand and the half-mast

between his legs began to grow. “Baby, take off your pants and come
join me.” He spoke as a wave washed over the sensitive skin of his
penis. A shiver ran down his spine. Deon heard the rustle of clothes
then glanced back to watch Chase and that fat cock bob with each
step.

Chase sat beside him, jolting slightly when the water washed

over his dick and ass.

With his legs straight and spread he looked like a temptation

straight from heaven. Deon reached over and placed his arm around
Chase’s shoulder. They sat there, content and staring out at the
darkening sky. The moon was already up and full, but the stars were
just beginning to twinkle. They glittered in the sky like thousands of
diamonds and reflected in the water like shattered glass.

“You think it’ll ever go back to normal. The way life was.”
“Shit, I hope not,” Deon said. His cock was at full salute and

each wave brought him a shiver of pleasure.

“No?” Chase lifted a brow.
Deon gently shifted him so Chase lay on his back, that

gorgeous cock in the direct light of the moon. “Nope, I never would
have met you. I lived in Texas.” Deon slid his fingertips up Chase’s
thighs.

“You were a cowboy?” he asked incredulously. “Mmm, I

would have loved to see you on a horse with a just your cowboy hat.”

Deon grinned. “Not everyone in Texas is a cowboy.” His hand

wrapped around Chase’s cock, caressing it, loving it, worshipping this
beautiful appendage on a man he was slowly falling for. “I hate
horses. Damn animals are always nipping at me.” He leaned down
and placed a kiss on Chase’s pubic hair. So close but still too far to
please him.

“Afraid of horses...” Chase took a breath, “but not to get a

tattoo over your cock?”

Deon chuckled, deep and resounding. “I was drunk when I got

that three.” He leaned lower, swiping his tongue at the very tip of
Chase’s cock. The appendage jerked, a small drop of pre-cum
decorating the pale tip. “Baby...” He muttered, licking again, teasing
and forcing his own cock to harden to the maximum.

“I think I want...” Chase gasped.
Deon loosened his hold on that tantalizing cock. “What do you

want, baby?”

Chase sat up on his elbows. “You, Deon, always you.”
“What more can a man ask for?” He took the entire cock into

his mouth. Slurps were followed by gasps and Deon deep-throated
until Chase pulled at his shoulders.

“In.” Chase was breathless. “Me.”

Deon grinned, the waves still battering at their bodies. “Then

turn over, baby.” Chase groaned then complied. He waited, watched
as Chase shifted to his knees and then spread his thighs so there
would be plenty of room. Deon looked at that ass and lifted his hand.
The flat of his palm smacked against that pale left cheek. It made
Chase jump but groan in delight. He slapped the other cheek, enough
to sting and turn the skin pink. “Hold those beautiful cheeks open,”
Deon said over the rumble of the waves. When Chase complied, he
was staring at the puckered opening with a bead of white pre-cum
decorating his dark-skinned dick. Deon slipped his thumb, inside that
small hole. He used his other hand for another gentle slap.

“Deon...”
“Yes, baby?” The words were punctuated with another flesh

smacking flesh sound.

“I think...” He hesitated. “I think I might love you.”
The words made Deon halt. Love? Did he say that big L

word? After a moment’s thought, Deon smiled. “That’s good because
I already love you.” His finger probed Chase’s ass, flicking the
sensitive rim and finally massaging his balls. When they were heavy
and high, Deon grabbed his very ready cock. He pressed the tip to
Chase’s rear entrance and gently pushed. With a well-aimed spit, the
entire head of big, black cock disappeared into Chase’s body.

“Deon!” He yelled the word.
“I love you, Chase, and when you’re ready to tell me, I’ll be

here.” Deon pressed further inside the tight channel. He loved the
feel, the sensation of a slick glove around his erection. “I’ll wait for as
long as you need me to.” He’d wait an entire lifetime and would still
be happy on his very last day if Chase said those precious words.
Deon pushed harder, forcing his cock to part the flesh and send them
both to heaven. Slow pulses of pleasure swept up his spine and still
Deon pushed. Inch after inch, his brown-skinned dick disappeared
into that pink whole.

Chase gasped. His hands dropped his ass cheeks and landed in

the sand. His legs shook as Deon’s dick struggled to fill the small
space.

Deon was patient, entering as much as he could, pulling out

and returning. The man was slithering and groaning with every stroke.
Deon leaned over him, pulling him up so he could whisper in Chase’s
ear. “Remember that talk about you bent over the railing...”

“Mmm...”
Deon pulled his dick free. He stroked the skin tenderly as

Chase struggled to his feet. Quickly they made their way to the
ladder. When Chase was on the second rung, Deon stopped him. He
spread Chase’s ass cheeks and shoved two fingers deep. The sexy
man was moaning against the cold metal of the ladder. Deon then
gave his balls a tongue bath, long and slow. Chase was killing his
restraint but he loved the way Chase groaned so loud. “Sit at the top.”
He did and finally, Deon took that dick into his mouth. Deeper and
deeper until it was down his throat. Deon held onto the ladder as that
tasty cock spewed into his mouth. Salty cum drenched his tongue.

Chase cried out, his hips thrusting and head falling back.
“Damn.” Deon grinned when that cum finally stopped and the

sexy dick was slowly softening. “You’re so fucking hot.” He urged
Chase to stand. They fumbled to the railing beside the ladder so they
overlooked the sea. The waves were slightly calmer as Chase bent
over. Deon stepped behind him, bending slightly, finding the perfect
angle. Then he shoved deep.

Chase gasped, his knuckles turning white as they grabbed the

cold metal railing.

Deon fucked Chase. This wasn’t sweet and tender. It was

animalistic, wild, a brutal, sweaty romp between men. He pushed
harder and skin slapped against wet flesh. Deon’s balls swung with
each jab of his dick into that sensational hole. There were no more
tender words or emotional revelations. Deon thrust his dick hard and
fast as that wonderful sensation grew. His body tensed, his skin
covered with a fine mist of sweat. He leaned over and bit at Chase’s
back. The man beneath him cried out, his head falling forward as
gasps filled the quiet night. “Fuck.” Deon blew. He grabbed Chase’s
hips and let all the pent up desire of the day out. Cum shot from his
dick like bullets and his balls screamed in pleasure. Bliss, pure
fucking bliss wrapped around Deon.

Slowly he came back to earth. His body was stiff and his cock

slowly softening. He pulled free of the hole, pulled Chase to a stand
and kissed the man. The kiss was a slow heating fire then turned into
an inferno. Both men were breathless by the time they parted lips.

Deon pulled him down to the deck and cuddled him close. His

body was exhausted but his eyes glanced over the bright stars above.

“I love you too.” The words were faint, barely audible from

Chase’s lips.

Deon smiled, tucked Chase against his chest and fell asleep to

the sparkle of the night sky.

****
Deon woke early. The sun just about lit the sky. He was fueled

by the sheer joy that seemed to enter his life. Deon placed a light
blanket over Chase, which made him groan in frustration. He could
watch Chase sleep naked for hours. Forcing himself to leave, he
quietly walked downstairs and worked on the boat. He had fiberglass
cloth already cut in the closet along with all the other supplies he may
need. In every port he found along the coast, he made a point of
stocking up and trading before he sailed off. It certainly paid off.

Deon saturated the cloth with the resin mixture and placed it

over the hole. It lay against the masking tape perfectly. He then took a
larger piece of the fiberglass cloth, more resin and layered that on top
of the first piece. Finally, he added a third layer and rose to his feet.
This side was nearly set. He dragged the contents to the stairs and left
them at the bottom of the steps. Then he quietly snuck up to see if
Chase was still sleeping.

The sexy man was out like a light.
It took some maneuvering but he managed to bring three more

fiberglass pieces and the resin mixture off the boat, through the sand
and to the outside hole. He needed a few hours for the resin to dry
before he could do anything else. So, Deon washed off in the nearly
still water and went back to Chase’s side. He shoved the blanket over
his hips, snuggling the man of his dreams close. Chase seemed to
sense his presence. A pale arm flung over his chest and a leg swooped
over his. Deon grinned. It couldn’t get any better than this.

It took a while as his dick decided to come out and play but

eventually his lids closed.

****
Deon took a deep breath of fresh air and felt the soft touch of

lips against his chest. A smile played on his face as he opened his
eyes. “You’re a beautiful sight.” He pulled Chase close, kissing the
man tenderly like he was the most precious thing in the world and he
truly was.

“What’s that stuff on your forehead?” He frowned.

Deon swiped at the stuff in question. “Oh, I was fixing the

boat earlier. Forgot to wash my face afterward.” He shifted to a sitting
position and glanced out at the world. The sun was high. It was
probably around noon.

“So...the boat’s fixed?” Chase’s eyes lit up.
“I ain’t a miracle worker.” Deon scoffed. He shuffled to his

feet, naked as the day he was born. “Let me make sure the resin is dry
then I can start on the outside.” He stretched his arms above his head
and wiggled his hips. His cock flopped slightly from side to side but
the beginning of an erection was forming. “How about you make
some food?”

“Sure.” Chase stood, kissed the very tip of his nose and

sashayed his fine ass down the steps.

Deon growled. “Did you want me to fix the ship or spend the

day fucking you?” He shook his head. “You’re too much of a
temptation to be flaunting every inch of skin.” His dick was certainly
awake and aware. Deon regrettably put on some jeans and shuffled
down the stairs. He found the hole quickly and began slowly pulling
off the masking tape. The layers inside were hard as rock. He sighed
and got to work.

It wasn’t grueling but sure as hell wasn’t as entertaining as

watching Chase walk around naked. He filled the new layer with resin
and began to fill it with the resin-soaked fiberglass cloth. There were
four more, new layers, each preciously placed, and he put on an extra
for good measure. He wasn’t about to waste time sanding the thing. It
wouldn’t be pretty but it sure as hell would keep out the water and let
them sail to the mainland.

Deon finished up and washed off in the waves again. “Now,

we just have to wait for it to dry.” He climbed the ladder to the deck.
“I’d give it a full day to really...set...in...” Deon’s voice trailed off.
Chase came on deck wearing nothing but a little baby blue apron.
When that irresistible man turned around to show off his bare ass
Deon pounced. “I can think of a fantastic way to pass the time.”

****
The day was spent in each other’s arms and Deon had fucked

Chase in so many positions his whole body was sore. They ate, slept
and went another round. By the time they came out on deck, the sun
was just about to rise. Eerie shadows were cast across the sand and
wispy clouds were painted in the sky. Again, the moon was present

and the stars faded to the light of the sun. Deon sat on the nearby
bench and stared out.

The sea.
He loved it. Everything about the water called to his soul. “I

was so lost in Texas,” he said quietly as Chase joined him. “I wasn’t a
cowboy and sure as hell didn’t blend in with them. There was always
this hole, this longing in my soul.” Deon placed his arm over Chase
and hugged him close. “Then I went out to Florida for a vacation and
got my first taste of the sea. Beaches, waves, seashells, sand, it was all
so fucking perfect. The first thing I did was buy a boat and move to
the east coast.”

Chase glanced up in alarm. “Were you there for the volcano?”
“Nope. Once the virus was out and the population dwindling I

took off. I figured if we were all going to die I wanted to be in the
place I loved, the sea. Funny, I spent a week on that boat as the world
crumbled and didn’t feel sick. When the radio stopped broadcasting I
decided to go back to land and see what the fuck was going on.”

“When did you know you were immune?”
“I got to shore, everyone was...but I was still healthy as a

horse.” A little grin played at Deon’s lips. “I thought I was the last
man alive and for a while I collected supplies naked.”

Chase laughed.
“Hey, I do like airing out the equipment.” Deon kissed his

forehead. “So, I gathered everything and sailed away.”

“And you still love the sea.”
Deon nodded. “It filled my soul and you filled my heart.”

Chase hugged him tighter and together they sat, watching the sunrise.

****
“You ready for this?” Deon asked with a wink in Chase’s

direction.

“Damn right!” he said enthusiastically.
The tide was high and lapped at the edge of the boat. It took

some maneuvering and tugging but eventually their boat slid into the
sea. “Hell fucking yeah!” The beauty floated like it was brand
spanking new. Speaking of spanking, Deon glanced at Chase. If only
they had more time. “Hop aboard, sexy, we’re heading home.”

Chase quickly shuffled up the ladder and Deon waded through

the water then joined him. Easing the engine on, it purred like a well-
fed kitten. Slowly the boat rocked, reclaimed by the sea. The patch

held up and soon they were driving away from Paradise Island. Deon
couldn’t help but look back. No matter what, that would always be
their island.

The waves splashed at the boat as they cut through the water.

The sun was out and shinning. What a beautiful day it was turning out
to be. There were no storms on the horizon, not even a cloud. It took
about an hour but soon the shores where Deon and Chase met were
before them. “Well, shit.” Deon glanced out. The beach was still
pristine but the town behind it was nothing but ashes and some stone
remains. The place really did burn to the ground. He carefully brought
the boat the pier, which was still intact. “Hook the rope, will ya.”

Chase took three tries but eventually the rope wrapped around

a post.

Deon rewarded him with a kiss and a spank on his ass.

Unfortunately they were both clothed. He missed the island already.
“Stay behind me,” Deon muttered as they exited his floating prize.
The town was destroyed but he wasn’t taking any chances. If any of
those crazies did survive, they would not get to Chase without killing
him first. Deon walked through the sand and the bare burnt trees that
once lined the beach. From there he waded through layers of ash and
stood in the center of burnt town.

“It looks empty,” Chase said with a hushed tone.
Deon grunted. “Then who buried the bodies?” He carefully

pointed to the recently dug graves, four of them. With a quick but
quiet approach, he removed the gun in the rim of his jeans. “Come on
out!” Deon yelled.

Nothing. Crickets were louder.
Then there was a sharp gasp and a single breathy word.

“Chase?”

A short figure ran from the nearest wreckage of a house. Deon

trained his gun on it but Chase ran in the fucking way. “Damn it!” He
hissed the words, finger on the trigger. The two figures closed the
distance quickly and the love of Deon’s life wrapped his arms around
another person. Who the hell was this?

“It’s okay,” Chase said. He turned with the stranger in his

arms.

The little thing was a woman, barely a girl. A light bulb went

off in Deon’s head. She was girl that the bastard had naked and

paraded in front of the hanging Chase. “She a friend of yours?” Deon
took his finger off the trigger but kept the gun in his hand.

“Yes!” Chase was grinning like a fool. “Deon, meet the only

woman in my life, Lykinna.”

Deon glanced at her. She was about five foot tall with long

flowing blonde hair and ash smudges on her cheeks. Deon held out
his hand.

The girl backed up then gave a small forced smile and looked

to Chase.

“Great, my first friend,” Deon muttered but neither seemed to

hear him.

“What happened here?” Chase asked her.
She lifted her chin proudly. “I did. I thought...I thought they

killed you. They said you were dead and that big black man stole your
body.”

Deon grunted.
“I...I set the leaders house on fire.” Her chin dropped and her

bottom lip quivered. “It spread. I didn’t know fire could spread so fast
and soon it was all up in smoke.” She gently shook her head.
“Everyone ran. They scattered and left. I buried those that
couldn’t...get out and...”

“You didn’t leave?” Chase asked gently.
“I don’t have anywhere to go,” she whispered. “You’re my

only friend.”

Chase nodded, hugged her close and turned to Deon. “Well,

now she has two. Right, baby?”

“Yeah.” Deon tried for a smile and it seemed to work because

she looked at him. “Friends.”

“What will we do?” she asked, but didn’t seem to address it to

either of them.

Chase grinned. “We rebuild and we make this world better and

safer.” He let go of Lykinna and moved to Deon’s side.

He was only too happy to wrap his arms around the man he

loved. “Together...”

“My sexy three hour man,” Chase said with a grin. “We

rebuild, together.”

The End

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