Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 23:42:24 +1200
From: orbis@waipa.com
Subject: Boating - Part 03

BOATING - AN OCEAN DISCOVERY

Part 3

This series involves vivid descriptions of sexual activity involving guys
aged between 17 and 22 years old. You don't like that - well - your in the
WRONG place! On to part three... time to get these guys naked! As always -
comments are welcome at orbis@waipa.com.

Yours,
Orbis


"Hey Jason. How are you going there?"

Luke jumped onto the pier to help Jason bring several bags aboard.

"Not bad. This is about half of my stuff. The rest's still in the
car. Scott and Dean will be here soon with their stuff. They're coming in
Dean's car."

"Ok, well just dump it all on the aft deck for now. We'll stow it once
everything's here. And I still need to check it all."

"Luke?"

"What's up?"

"Are you really going to go through everything?"

"Sure am. Why, you got something you don't want me to see?"

"Well, to be quite honest, yeah. Oh, it's nothing illegal or anything like
that, just kind of personal, that's all."

"Ok Jason. I'm going to ask you a question now and I want you to remember
our agreement about being open and honest about everything. What have you
got in your bags that you're worried about?"

"Um, well, there's some magazines. And, um, well, a thing I use sometimes
when I'm wanking."

"Ok. Well I don't see anything wrong with any of that. No secrets
remember. Look, don't worry about it. We're all going to see it today, or
at some time later, so it might as well be today."

As Luke finished, Dean's car pulled up. Together the four of them unloaded
the rest of Jason's belongings and Scott and Dean's from the cars. Scott
had only one backpack, Dean had as much as Jason.

"Scott, is there more of yours to come, or are you travelling light?"  Luke
asked.

"Travelling light. I've just got the essentials, a pair of jeans, couple of
T-shirts, a pair of shorts, one pair of underwear, a couple of pairs of
socks and another pair of shoes, oh, and a jacket. Plus a few other bits
and pieces to fill up the pack. I thought there wasn't much point in
bringing heaps if I'm not going to wear any of it on the trip."

"Ok then, I might as well begin the search I guess."

Luke grabbed one of Jason's bags first and opened it in the cabin with the
other three watching. "What have we got here, let's see. Ok, clothes,
clothes, clothes, smokes, more smokes, toilet bag with, um, soap,
toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, condoms, the usual. Ah, what's this?
Penthouse, Hustler and another Penthouse. I'm sure those will be borrowed
occasionally. Next bag. Clothes, clothes, shit anyone would think you were
starting an op shop!  What's this at the bottom?  I don't know if I want to
touch that. What is it?"

Jason reddened.

"I know what that is," said Scott, "it's a wanking sleeve thing. You lube
it up and fuck it. I think it's one of those expensive ones with a vibrator
in it too. Why didn't you tell us you had one of those then Jase?"

"Yeah right, like you'd tell me if you had one."

"I would. What about when my old man bought me that blow up doll for
Christmas last year?  I lent that to you for a week man. What a hold out!"

"This isn't the same. I mean you wouldn't want to borrow this after I'd
used it would you?"

"I dunno, I've played with Cindy since you borrowed it, and I know for a
fact you porked her, half the tube of KY was gone when I got it back."

"Well feel free to use this if you really want, just clean it after Ok?"

Meanwhile Luke had finished looking through Jason's bags and was looking in
the last of Dean's.

"Ah, the first booze." said Luke as he withdrew a hip flask of scotch from
Dean's bag, looked at it and replaced it. Next he unzipped Scott's
pack. Scott had not been lying about what he had in the way of cloths. Just
over a third of the pack contained his clothing, the rest was an
interesting assortment of bits and pieces.

"Now this is what I was expecting. What have we got here?  Beer, vodka, a
couple of year's worth of Playboy and Penthouse, complete with the
obligatory stuck together pages. What's this in the plastic bag?"

"Trust me Luke, you don't want to open that."

"Ok then, you open it."

"Sure here you go."

From the bag Scott produced a mottled yellow piece of fabric that appeared
to be starched almost solid, and very wrinkled. Both Dean and Jason let out
a moan.

"Why the hell did you have to bring that Scott?  It's really gross."

The tentative look on Luke's face prompted Scott to explain.

"It's my cum rag. You see I've used this rag to wipe myself up every time I
come in my room at home for the last, um I guess three or four years. It's
kind of scratchy at the moment though, it hasn't ever been washed. But it
gets like that about every six months, then it comes right again after a
few weeks, sometimes I think it dries out a little bit too much. If you
want I could chuck it, it's just kinda' part of me. Literally I guess."

"I don't mind, just so long as you feed it and keep it tied up. Now what
else have we got here? What's all this photocopied stuff?"

"Oh that's a bootleg copy of the best of Penthouse Forum for the last
twelve years. I got it off a guy at work last week, haven't read much yet,
but it's pretty hardon making stuff. And that thing at the bottom there is
my special box of toys. If you open it you'll see what I mean. I've been
collecting those quietly for the last two years, kinda beats Jason's
doesn't it. I only brought them along because I didn't want to throw them
away, and I couldn't leave them at home."

In the box was a wide assortment of men's sex toys and devices, from a
Super Sleeve for masturbation, to cock rings and testicle stretching
weights.

"If any of you guys want to try any of that stuff, feel free."

Luke replaced the box, closed Scott's pack and stood stretching his back.

"Well, I have to say I'm a little disappointed in you guys."

The three young men looked at Luke with worry on their faces.

"We're going to be at sea for quite a while guys, and I'm afraid wanking
tools and soft core porn is not going to keep you entertained for all that
long. I suggest that if you have any money left you go out now and get
something that might keep you interested a bit longer. Remember, my only
stipulations are that it's legal and not too big."

Dean asked the other two, "Where shall we go then?"

Scott replied, "There's that really sleazy porno shop down by the old
market, I've always been too chicken to go by myself. Let's go there."

"Don't you guys think about anything other than sex?"

Completely seriously Dean turned back to Luke as they leapt off the boat,
his reply, "No. What else is there?"



Luke returned to the hotel he had used as a home for the last few weeks and
packed the few things he had left in the room then checked out. He was
going to spend that night on the boat so he could make final preparations
at first light. His crew had been told to be on board and ready by 6am
ready for an immediate cast off. Luke still had a few bits and pieces to
sort out before he was ready to abandon the land, so returned quickly to
the marina, stowed his stuff and headed for town to pick up last minute
supplies.


"Dean, go down below and check the oil pressure gauge on engine one will
you?  Jason, you go down with him and check the waste release valve is
closed, it's the one with waste release valve written on it. Scott, come up
here and help me raise the antennae. We're out of here in ten minutes
guys."

As he was going below decks Dean looked towards the pier and yelled to his
parents,

"You might as well go now, we're about to cast off. I'll call you as soon
as we make port."

The Andersons did not move. They had no intention of leaving until the Nova
was well under way. Steve Stringer looked nervously at his watch.

"Actually, I have to leave in a few minutes, can't afford to be late for
work. Hope Luke wasn't just saying ten minutes."

Andrea Cameron just nodded in response, her attention fixed on her son
helping raise an antenna mast.

Eight minutes later Luke was satisfied that everything was in order and
called the other three to the aft deck and spoke quietly to them so their
parents couldn't overhear.

"It's time to cast off. Do you want to go right now, or go ashore for a
couple of minutes to say last goodbyes?"

The three unanimously agreed that they wanted to get under way
immediately. Luke moved to the deck wheel housing and increased the
throttle from a dull thud to a gentle pounding that felt like it was coming
from deep in the harbour. Scott jumped to the pier and released the bow
rope, he then waved to his mother and untied the aft rope and jumped back
aboard.

Slowly the Nova eased away from the pier and nosed its way into the tight
channel between millions of dollars worth of yachts and launches heading
towards the harbour channel. As they pulled away all four looked back and
waved to the five parents who stood on the pier waving. Dean shook his
head.

"My bloody mother's blubbing all over dad's shoulder. That's great."

Within half an hour Luke had the throttle at half power and they were
making their way rapidly out of the harbour into the Hauraki Gulf and
heading north.

"In ten minutes we'll pump her up to three quarters and make a run for open
water."

They had left the pier at 7am. By 8 they were ten miles from the coast and
heading north. As soon as they crossed the last shipping lane Luke pulled
the throttle back to three fifths which was the standard cruising
setting. As soon as he did almost all engine noise disappeared. This had
been one of his design stipulations. When the Nova was cruising at an
optimum long haul speed there was to be as little engine noise as
possible. The design had been perfect. The motor could hardly be heard
under the sound of the white caps slapping the sides of the hull and the
gentle rush of the early morning sea breeze.

By mid morning they were well clear of the shore. The east coast of the
North Island could only just be seen on the horizon. Ahead, only clear
water. Luke had set the automated course correction system running an hour
earlier, but had stayed in the wheel house to make sure it was working
properly. It was just after ten and Luke was satisfied everything was
running smoothly, and thirst forced him to leave the wheel. He turned and
climbed down the short ladder from the wheel house into the main cabin. As
he drank a cold can of Coke he stripped off his shirt and shorts and threw
them into the storage space under his bunk.

Now naked, Luke walked up the cabin steps onto the aft deck. There Jason
and Dean sat, wearing only shorts, reading. Dean was reading a spy novel
and Jason was reading a porn comic he had bought the afternoon
earlier. Luke couldn't help but notice Jason's erection forming a large
bulge in his shorts. There was a packet of cigarettes and a lighter sitting
beside Jason.

"So the smokes are for after sex huh?"

Jason looked up at Luke and shaded his eyes from the sun. Immediately his
eyes ran down from Luke's face to his groin and quickly flicked back up to
his face.

"What's that mean?"

"Well, it looks to me like you're about to come in your shorts. Must be a
good comic."

"It's not bad. But I've never come just from reading, well, not yet
anyway."

"Where's Scott?"

"Up forward I think. Is there anything you want us to do Luke?"

"Nup, you're right for now dudes."

Luke was a little disappointed, though not surprised, that Dean and Jason
had made no move to strip off once they had seen him naked. He had thought
that once they saw that he really meant what he had told them that they
would quickly follow suit. If they were going to stay dressed it was going
to be hard for Luke to feel totally comfortable about being naked.

As he rounded the cabin bulkhead onto the foredeck Luke was pleasantly
surprised to see Scott crouched at the bow, facing the oncoming breeze, and
naked. From the back it was clear to see that the others had not been lying
when they had said he had an all over tan. There was a faint tan line at
the base of Scott's back, but there was definitely no major distinction
between light and dark.

"How's it going Scott?"

Scott turned his head to look at Luke. He kept his hands on the railing.

"Good thanks. It is ok for me to strip off isn't it? I guess you've already
answered that question haven't you."

"Of course it's ok. Beautiful day today isn't it. And doesn't that breeze
feel good on the body."

Scott stood and turned towards Luke. He had an erection which stood almost
straight up.

"Yeah, well you can see what it's done to mine." And with a laugh he pulled
his cock down towards the deck with his thumb and let it spring back up and
slap his flat stomach. "What are those other two losers doing?"

"They're reading on the aft deck."

"Have they stripped off yet?"

"Not yet, no."

"Well, let's go tell them they should."

Luke grabbed Scott's shoulder as he strode past, Scott stopped and turned
to face him.

"I really don't think we should tell them to. It should really be their
decision."

"Oh, don't sweat it man. They will strip eventually. But if nobody says
anything it could be days. I'll tell them, no problems."

Luke followed Scott around to the aft deck.

"Why the fuck aren't you two cocksuckers naked yet?  Shit Jase, I'm
surprised you haven't split your shorts yet!  Look at that fuckin' tent!"

"You can talk, look at yourself!"

"Ah, yes, but it feels so good swinging in the breeze. Come on guys, you'll
make Luke and me feel underdressed. Go on Dean, you know you want to."

Jason lit a cigarette and Dean scowled at Scott. Scott stood in front of
him with a silly smile on his face. His erection had now begun to
subside. After a few moments Dean rolled his eyes, sighed and stood up. He
reached down and with a quick motion pulled his shorts down and off. He
stood with his shorts in his hand and spoke to Scott.

"Happy now?"

Dean dropped his shorts to the deck and sat down again. Scott smiled and
nodded.

Jason put down his comic and stood.

"Oh, fuck it, ok, ok, consider them gone."

With that he bent slightly and pulled down his shorts from the waste band,
taking care not to snag his hardon as he removed them. As he pulled them
the other three all noticed the string of precum stretching from the head
of his cock to the inside of the shorts glistening in the sun. After
stepping out of the shorts he picked them up and theatrically dropped them
to the deck from his outstretched hand. Just as he released them a gust of
wind caught the shorts and carried them in a clean arc into the ocean at
the stern of the boat.

All four burst into laughter. Through his laughter Dean said; "At least you
won't have to worry about cleaning all that precum off them!"

Jason was hanging over the railing watching the white shorts disappearing
in the wake. Luke walked over and stood beside him.

"Never mind. Well, you don't really need them anyway, do you?  Consider it
a symbolic burial at sea for the pointless constraints of society."