Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 03:16:37 +1200
From: orbis@waipa.com
Subject: Boating - An Ocean Discovery   Part 01

BOATING - AN OCEAN DISCOVERY

Part 1

This series involves vivid descriptions of sexual activity involving guys
aged between 17 and 22 years old. I started this series back in 1994 and it
has taken me this long to get to the point where the whole series is ready
to be published. Comments are welcome at orbis@waipa.com.

Yours,
Orbis


There was not much light in the hotel room when Luke was woken by the sound
of the phone ringing. He pushed back the sheet covering him and felt his
way across the room to the desk where he had left the phone the night
before.

"Yeah?"

"Hi, Luke? It's Grant Cameron here. How are you?"

"Ok I guess. What can I do for you?"

Luke looked at the alarm clock beside his bed. It was 7.30 pm. After
getting back to the hotel at 7 that morning he had stripped off his clothes
and collapsed on the bed and had not moved since.

"I have a favour to ask. I think you know my son Scott."

"Yeah, he works for you doesn't he. He's been working on the boat hasn't
he?"

"That's right. Well he has asked me to approach you about an idea he
has. He wants to do some travelling and I think he wants to ask you if he
can hitch a ride with you."

"I don't think so. I am planning a solo trip. Sorry."

"That's what I told him. I think he would like to try and talk you around
though, that's if you don't mind telling him to his face."

"I guess I could do that. When does he want to see me?"

"Well, he's here right now, I'll put him on so you can arrange a time."

Luke waited while he heard Grant's muffled voice telling his son what was
happening, then Scott was on the phone.

"Hi Scott. I understand you want to have a chat with me."

"Yeah, if you don't mind. I'd like to put my case if I can."

"Ok, how about we meet for a drink at the Harbour Saloon at about 8.30?"

"That'd be great. I'll see you there."

Luke hung up the phone and walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower and
stepped under the refreshing water.

Six months earlier, just before his twenty-second birthday, Luke had been
the sole winner of the Lotto game, and had won four million dollars. He
decided to finish his Bachelors degree in social psychology, then to do
some travelling for a while. Three months after he became a millionaire
Luke had decided he wanted to buy a boat and travel in relative comfort, so
had called Grant Cameron, master boat builder.

The Nova was a beautiful vessel. She was an ocean going motor powered
yacht, 55 feet in length, built for looks, safety and long distance
runs. Luke gave up a considerable amount of living space as a sacrifice to
performance. Not that the sacrifice was too great. On a short haul the Nova
could sleep six, and on a longer trip, up to four could live with some
comfort in the cabin. She possessed almost everything you could want on
such a vessel. The navigation and control systems were fully automated, and
used global positioning satellites for super accurate navigation.

The Nova was built to hold fuel enough for 30 days continuous motoring and
had duel backup, self-contained motors to supplement the main motor, which
was capable of moving her along at 28 knots at full throttle. At the bow of
the boat was a deck large enough to hold a small costume ball on, and aft
there was another large empty deck area that even had two deck chairs
permanently affixed.

Luke's plan was to leave Auckland in two days for Tahiti, then on to
Hawaii, ending on the West Coast of the US. After that he had no plans, but
was going to take it as it came.

At 8.30 precisely Luke walked into the bar of the Harbour Saloon. Over the
past two weeks he had frequented the bar regularly after his visits to the
boat yard where he was watching the progress of his dream. He walked to the
bar and ordered a glass of beer, then found a table near the small stage,
which was in darkness that night. Moments later he sat he saw a young man
approaching his table holding a half consumed jug of beer and a glass.

Scott Cameron was perhaps the typical surfer type. He stood almost 6 foot
tall, had sun bleached flaxen hair down to his shoulder blades which was
tied in a pony tail and what is probably best described as a solid
tan. Luke guessed he was about 18 or 19 years old.

"Hi. I'm Scott."

"Hey Scott. Pull up a chair. You've been working on my boat haven't you?"

"Yeah, I'm working for dad during the summer, had to do something once I'd
finished school."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 17. I'll be 18 in August."

"Sorry, I guess I shouldn't have suggested we meet here. I don't want to
get you arrested!"

Scott laughed.

"No worries about that. We've been drinking here since we were sixteen."

"We?"

"That's me and a couple of my mates. We went to school together, and do
just about everything else together too. Including underage drinking!"
Scott replied grinning.

As Luke finished his drink Scott indicated he wanted to refill the glass
from his jug, Luke smiled and watched the beer pour into his glass. Without
looking up from the glass he continued the conversation.

"Your dad mentioned you wanted to help crew the Nova on its maiden
voyage. He said you wanted to do some travelling?"

"Yeah. I'd be really grateful if you'd consider it. I know you had the boat
redesigned so she could be run with just a skipper, but it would be heaps
easier for you if you had a crew. We really want to get out of New Zealand
for a while and..."

"We? What's this we business?"

Scott sat with his mouth open for a moment staring at Luke.

"Oh. Shit. I was going to bring that up if you said yes. Well there are
actually three of us. Me and the other two I mentioned before."

"I see. And I suppose they are here too?"

"Yeah, they're over at the bar there."

Scott pointed to two guys sitting at the bar with a jug of beer each
sitting in front of them. One was smoking a cigarette and the other was
speaking animatedly to him.

"I think you'd better call them over so they can hear the story strait from
the horses mouth, so to speak. You can get me a jug while you're there."

Luke pulled ten dollars from his pocket and held it out to Scott, but Scott
refused the money.

Great! thought Luke as Scott waited for the jug to be served and spoke to
his two friends. Now I'm going to feel like a real bastard telling all
three that they were out of luck.

Scott and his two friends took seats around the table and Scott made
introductions. Jason was about the same height as Scott, though his hair
was longer and brown, unlike Scott's streaky blonde. He was wearing a tank
top and jeans and looked a little younger than Scott - probably because of
his long straight hair framing his delicate face, but was in fact about two
months older.

  Dean was the odd one out of the three. He was a good three inches shorter
than the other two, and had closely cropped, jet black hair and was
unmistakably part Maori. It seemed that Dean was the most reserved of the
three, although he had a definite air of confidence which rattled Luke for
a little while. Dean had turned eighteen six months earlier.

All three had finished high school in November, three months earlier. Jason
had been working full time in a supermarket since the end of school and had
been contemplating going on the dole, or attending university. Dean had
been working as a lifeguard at a swimming pool for the summer.

"Well guys, nice to meet you all, but now I have to give you the bad
news. My intention is to leave New Zealand in two days time, by
myself. Here endith the lesson."

The three seemed to have decided that Scott was to do the negotiating on
their behalf. Luke was a little surprised by this at first, but soon
changed his mind. Scott definitely possessed the heart and mind of a
negotiator.

"We respect your intention to do this by yourself, and would never presume
to tell you that you were wrong, but would you consent to negotiate this
over a few more beers Luke?" Even though Scott's choice of words sounded
rehearsed, Luke was intrigued by this guy's confident approach.

"Sure. But don't be at all surprised if all you get from this is a very
long night of trying to convince me, and a hangover in the morning."

"I'll probably have a hangover whatever happens, so that's Ok. My first
question is this. Could you explain exactly why you want to go by
yourself?"

"I could, but I don't know if I want to bare my soul to you three."

"Well, is it that you want to prove that you can do it by yourself, without
any help?  Because if it is, that's fine with us. We could just be paying
passengers and just do things like cleaning up and stuff."

"That's not it sorry, try again."

"Ok, is it that you are going alone because you don't want anyone to know
what you're doing?  Like are you taking a drug shipment or something?  If
so, we would be quite happy to see, hear and say nothing."

"Well, nothing illegal, no."

"Do you hate people?"

"No!" Luke said as he laughed and put down his glass.

"Hmm. Um, could you see a situation in which you would be happy to take
anyone at all with you?"

Luke thought for a minute.

"I guess it would be a possibility, yes."

"Then why not us?"

"Simple. Because I don't know you, and you don't know me. It couldn't
happen."

"But what's to know?  I mean we're getting on Ok now, aren't we?  I mean
why should it be any different on a trip?  I mean that's the way people
really get to know one another isn't it, on trips together I mean."

"Yeah, but what *I* mean is this isn't just a school camping trip. It could
mean months together with no way of getting out of the situation. My
reasons you just wouldn't understand. You wouldn't like to do this, believe
me."

Jason took over the negotiations at this point.

"Why wouldn't we understand your reasons?  I mean how do we know unless you
let us judge for ourselves?"

"Ok then. I'll lay myself open. Here are some of the reasons you wouldn't
like the situation. I have some very firm rules for myself for this
trip. One of them is that I won't be wearing clothing. I am what's
sometimes called a naturist. I don't believe in the social restrictions of
clothing. Ideally we should only wear cloths to protect ourselves from
danger and cold. This is not a condition I'm prepared to do away with for
the sake of any passengers."

Dean laughed and spoke for the first time.

"Somehow I don't think that would be enough to put any of us off."

"Oh?"

"Well, to be quite honest, I think if we had the choice, we'd all be doing
the same thing. I mean we do as it happens."

"Yeah," Jason interrupted, "we, the three of us that is, have gone surfing
down on the West coast every year right after school for the last, what,
three years, ever since Dean got his licence and car. The first time we
were all very shy about getting changed into our wetsuits and so on for the
first couple of days. The place we go to is way off the beaten track, and
no one else ever seems to go there. Anyway, on about the third day of the
first trip I decided it was bloody stupid to trek five minutes from the
camp into the bush to get changed so I just said fuck it, why don't we just
change here, nobody's going to see us. So I stripped off and got into my
wetsuit, and so did they. From then on we didn't bother hiding when we were
getting changed.

"The next year when we arrived there was this amazing surf as we pulled up
so as the car stopped we all jumped out of the car, grabbed our boards and
springsuits and ran for the beach, stripping off as we ran and getting our
suits on as we ran into the water. And this last time I got to the point
where I couldn't see much point in getting dressed at all each time I got
out of the water and I guess I spent about 50 percent of the time I was out
of the water totally naked.

"We were there two weeks this time, and after the third day I don't think I
remember seeing Scott wear anything other than his wetsuit, and that was
only when he was surfing. Even Dean was wandering around the campsite
swinging loose by the end of the first week."

Dean spoke again, adding to the mounting evidence.

"And since the beginning of last summer we've both gotten used to seeing
Scott's skin a lot anyway. He works mostly mornings for his dad then in the
afternoons goes home to work on his all over tan. I can't count the number
of times I've gone round to see him and have found him out on his bedroom
veranda frying his cods. Believe me, Scott's got an all over tan."

Scott went a little red and replied, "Well, I tell the chicks that and they
don't believe me, so I have to show them. Believe me, it turns them on!"

Jason continued the assault; "Then there's our island as well. You see most
weekends we go out in Scott's dad's launch to Helliman Island. That's out
in the gulf a fair way and it's a no landing zone because it's a sanctuary
for protected birds. My old man works for the Department of Conservation,
so we got a job of doing regular trap checks for rats and shit. Well we
have to swim ashore 'cause we can't land, so we generally strip off and go
ashore butt naked. Scott stays on the shore to check the nearby traps and
to make sure the launch doesn't slip the mooring while Dean and I go to the
other traps and check those. Even in that situation we're quite happy to
wander around naked, and we certainly don't have to. So you see, nakedness
doesn't worry us."

Luke thought to himself 'they're doing damn well so far, they are going to
need a bit more convincing yet.'  They were waiting for him to respond to
their admissions.

"Ok, so maybe you could handle that, but that's not the whole story. I mean
it's a very small boat when there are four people living on board. There's
virtually no privacy and for me that's very important. I mean I need to be
able to do what I want where I want whenever I want to do it. And what I'm
talking about you don't want to know."

"Surprise us." Scott replied.

"All right then. Wanking. I'm talking about the need to masturbate. It's
something I do and I'm not ashamed to admit it. And to be quite honest with
you guys, it's not something I'd be prepared to give up for any more than a
week or so."

"A week!  Shit I'd have trouble stopping for more than three or four days,
and Scott, well, I'd say that if he hadn't done it for more than a day and
a half, then he must be dead!" Jason said Laughing.

"Hey!  I went six days without last month!"

"Yeah" Jason responded, "but how many times did you pork Jane in those six
days?"

"Oh, only about 10 times."

"Yeah, and what about oral?"

"She only gave me five blow jobs, not that that's any of your business
Jase."

Luke sat for a moment, this was not what he had expected as a response.

"What about you Dean?  You've been very quiet on this."

Jason and Scott burst into laughter. Dean turned to them scowling.

"Sorry." Scott replied. "It just seemed funny when you said Dean had been
very quiet on the subject of wanking. You see the first time we went
surfing down the coast we'd all quietly slip off in the evening to the bush
behind the camp saying we were going for a dump or whatever. We all
suspected what the others were really doing, but wouldn't come out and say
it, we were only fifteen and sixteen at the time. Anyway, Jase and I knew
for sure that Dean was pulling his pole from the start, we also knew
exactly when he was going to come back to the camp site. You see, he
thought we couldn't hear, but he was moaning while he stroked it and then
we could hear panting as he got nearer, then we knew he'd be back about a
minute after we'd hear the five or six quiet little throaty grunts from the
bush.

"As for last time we went, well we agreed between us beforehand that there
was no point in bullshitting about what we were doing in the trees, so we'd
tell the others that we were off to slap the lizard. Well Dean wasn't
worried about being found out any more so he didn't hold back on the
vocalisation. There was one night when I was sitting in the breakers doing
it, and he was in the main bush area, a good 300 metres away, and I heard
him coming even over the sound of the waves!"

Dean smiled and went a bit red as he downed the rest of his glass.

"What can I say?  It was one of the best ones I've ever had."

"Well guys, the point is there's a big difference between admitting that
you all do it and being able to accept others doing it in fairly close
proximity to you, let alone feeling Ok about doing it yourself in full view
of two or three other guys."

"Speaking for myself" replied Scott, "The first time I wanked in front of
these two I was a bit nervous, and that made me come within about five
minutes. But after a couple more tries I felt fully at ease doing it in
front of them, even during the day. How about you Dean?"

"Quite the opposite that first time. I had a hardon, but I just couldn't
get to, you know, that point, until I closed my eyes and let a fantasy take
over. But I could never bring myself to get into it during the day 'cause I
guess I was always a bit worried that someone might drive up and see
me. Not much need to ask Jason is there."

Luke looked at Jason and waited for a response.

"Oh I don't know. That first time, I couldn't even get it up for ages. I
didn't get a proper hardon until after Scott had blown his load. I was a
bit worried you see, because I was the one who suggested that we should all
do it at the same time in the same place. This was night one at the beach
this last time. I thought they might think I'd suggested it because I was
gay or something. I actually thought it would be a good trust kind of
thing, and yes, I'll admit it, watching another guy wanking does get me
hard. Shit, I must have had more to drink than I thought!  I need a piss."

Jason stood and headed for the men's. Luke also needed to relieve himself
so finished his glass and followed Jason. Luke entered the men's room and
saw Jason standing at the urinal inhaling deeply from a cigarette. As Luke
took a position beside him Jason glanced over.

"Shit, you weren't supposed to see me smoking. Scott's going to kill
me. But it is something I can do without. I mean that's no problem."

"How long have you been smoking?"

"About three years I guess."

"Do you really, honestly, want to give up?"

"Not really. But I know I should."

"With that attitude you probably won't be able to. I know, I've been
smoking since I was 15. So don't worry. When I say no, it won't be because
you smoke."

Jason and Luke headed back to the table where two new jugs of beer had
appeared.

"You guys just want to get me drunk so I'll say yes don't you?"

The three young men just grinned at this suggestion.

Luke continued. "So guys, what's your next argument?"

Scott was ready with the next onslaught. "One of the big advantages of you
taking us on board is that we could work for you. I know that boat inside
out, Dean is good with motors and stuff like that and Jason, well, he could
clean the head or something like that. You could treat us like the scummy
dogsbody shit we are. I mean wouldn't you like to be able to have three
able bodied guys to order around and do all the dirty work?"

"No, it doesn't sound to bad from my perspective. But I still don't think
you get the reasons I want to go alone."

"Sure we do," said Jason. "You want to be able to wander around naked the
whole time and jerk off when and where you want. Sounds pretty simple to
me. And I think I speak for all of us when I say that that's cool and we
don't have any problem with it."

"Ok then, let's get down to brass tacks. What would you guys want from the
trip?  I don't just mean food and shelter as well as passage, but what
would you really expect from me, taking into account what we have already
discussed. I want you to think about it first and then give sensible
answers."

The three looked at each other to see if any of them had an answer. They
were each greeted by questioning looks. Eventually Dean spoke.

"Well, I guess to be realistic about it, we would need to know exactly what
was expected of us during the trip. And also what the rules were for the
time on the boat. I guess, taking into account what we've already
discussed, we would need to know some more about the nakedness stuff, and
the wanking and shit. Like would we be expected to do the same, or, and
please don't take offence, if you were gay or something like that."

Dean's voice trailed off and was quickly drowned in the froth in his
beer. He avoided making any sort of eye contact with Luke, but the other
two watched Luke's face intently waiting for a reaction.

"Well. That's the sort of response I suppose I wanted, and I'm glad you
asked those questions. There would have to be rules, which would have to be
discussed. We would have to talk about lifestyle changes, and how they
might affect you as well. And yes, I am gay and that's probably the biggest
issue you guys will need to think about. So, now that this dialogue is
getting serious, and if you guys are still keen knowing that I'm gay, maybe
I can look at reconsidering my plans."