Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2021 16:51:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Bonus on the Boat"

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Bonus on the Boat

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Author's Note:
This story is basically true but only up to the point of the boy asking
about sharing blankets.  From that point on it's purely fiction, a figment
of my imagination and fantasies. 

Also, this was going to be just a "quickie" but it seems I have gotten
carried away ... as usual.

***********************************

Part One - Vodka, Oreos and blankets
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Sailing has always been my passion, next to boys that is.  Early in the
summer, back in 1973, I had decided to use my love of sailing, and my 27
foot sloop, to make a little extra cash.  I thought that teaching this
wonderful sport to kids would be a lot of fun too.  Little did I know.

A couple weeks after putting up a notice at the local beach club, I hadn't
had a call and was wondering if my plan was going to be a bust.  That was a
Friday, collection day for Tommy, my newspaper boy.  We'd often had a nice
friendly chat when he came to collect as I was the last customer on his
paper route.

After I paid him I asked, "Hey Tommy, did you see my notice about sailing
lessons at the beach club?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I did John." (I always told kids to please use my first
name as Mr. makes me feel old.)

"I'm surprised no one's shown any interest," I explained.

"Oh," he said. "I think kids are more interested in learning to sail
Optimist dinghies and Sunfish, rather than a big boat."

"I guess I can understand that," I sighed.

"Well, I gotta go.  See ya' next week John."

I watched as Tommy trotted down the stairs to the driveway, hopped on his
bike and rode away.  He wasn't what you'd call a cute kid but his facial
features had character.  I'd guess he was about 5 feet tall and 100 pounds,
maybe a bit skinny.  He had medium length dark blond wavy hair and blue
eyes.  However, even though his age was just past the beginning of my range
of interest at 13, I'd never thought of him other than as a nice kid and a
good paperboy.

As the next few days passed I began to figure that my sailing lessons idea
was a bust.  By the next Friday I had decided that it was time to give up.
That evening, about the time Tommy would show to collect for the paper, a
car pulled into my driveway.  Tommy got out of the passenger side and his
dad got out of the driver's side.

"Now Tommy," I teased. "I know I'm not behind with paying so why the muscle
for collections?"

Tommy grinned and his dad laughed, extending his hand as he introduced
himself.  He gave me a firm handshake and said, "Tommy here has decided
that he'd like to learn how to sail a bigger boat than what he's sailed
before."

"Really?" I smiled at the boy.

"Yeah, I thought about it after we talked last week and I think it would be
cool," he said.

"Tommy is pretty good on his sister's Sunfish but he wants to learn on what
he calls `a real boat'."

I laughed at that and Tommy grinned.  Then he asked, "can I learn
navigation too?"

I looked at his dad and gave him a thumbs up answer, "my plan was to, by
the end of the summer, have my student be able to take the boat out from
the dock, sail out in the Sound, and bring her back in while I just
watched.  Navigation would be a requisite for that too."

"Wow!  Cool!" Tommy exclaimed.  His dad looked pleased to see his son's
enthusiasm.

We discussed timing and my charges and Tommy agreed to start the next
morning, Saturday.

Over the next 6 or 7 weekends Tommy proved to be a very apt sailor,
progressing faster than I had expected.  We also became very good friends
over that time and I found that I liked the lad very much but, looking back
on it now, never thought of him in any other way than as my student and
friend.

Finally Tommy did his "solo," taking the boat out, sailing around an hour
or so, and then bringing her back in safely, all with me just observing or
taking orders to do things that a crew would do.

Once the boat was all tied up I gave Tommy a high-five. "Congratulations
Captain Tom.  You did a fine job."

He looked delighted and I told him that he should be proud as he did it
faster than I had expected.

Then I had an idea, "Hey Tommy, why don't you ask your parents if they'd
like to go on an overnight?  You could show them how much you've learned
and I'll be your crew."

I was surprised that he didn't look too excited by that idea.

"What's wrong?" I asked.  "I thought you'd be excited by that idea."

He looked a bit embarrassed. "No, it's a great idea.  It's just that I'm
pretty sure my parents wouldn't like it.  They don't use the sunfish at
all.  Heck, they don't even go to the beach."

"Oh, that's too bad," I said. "Well, it was just an idea."

Tommy looked thoughtful then asked, "John?"

"Yes Tom?"

"Couldn't," he hesitated. "I mean, would it be okay if we just went without
my folks?"

I nodded slowly, "well, you'd have to get permission first."

The kid broke out in a big grin. "Really?  Honest?"

I chuckled, "sure."

"Cool!  When?" He was excited now.

"How about next Saturday?" I replied.

"Great! I'll go home and ask right now."  With that he scampered over to
his bike.

"Tommy!" I yelled after him.

He stopped and looked back, "what?"

I laughed, "Be sure they know I invited them but that it was your idea that
it just be us two."  I laughed again louder. "I wouldn't want them to think
I might be shanghaiing you."

"What's shanghaiing?" He asked.

"In the old days, men and older boys would be shanghaied by force to join a
ship lacking a full crew by drugging them or using other underhanded
means."

"Okay," he called back with a confused look.

A couple hours later Tommy's dad called. "He's not pressuring you is he?"
He asked.

"Not at all." I replied and added, "I invited all of you but he didn't
think it was your thing."

He chuckled and thanked me, adding that both he and his wife were not good
on the water.  We arranged that Tommy would come over Friday, after I got
home from work early and before he had to do his paper route, to help me
get the boat ready and we'd leave Saturday morning. They insisted on
providing some food and Tommy's mom got on the phone so we could discuss
details on that and what the lad should bring, clothes, sleeping bag and
such.

When Friday rolled around, and I left work early, Tommy was right on time
at 3:00.  His mom came and helped load provisions in the galley and I
showed Tommy where to put his sleeping bag and clothes.  I could see his
mom was nervous as she climbed onto the boat, came down below into the
cabin and again as she, hastily, got off the boat and the dock.

Once the three of us were up by the car, Tommy asked, "can we go today
John?"

"Tommy!  That's rude," the lad's mom scolded him."

I chuckled. "Actually, I don't mind and have no plans.  There certainly is
enough food. We could go right across the Sound and spend the night
anchored by the Coast Guard station."

"Are you sure John?" Tommy's mom asked.

"Not a problem," I reassured her. "The weather is perfect and all I have to
do is run up to the house to get a few things and close it up. But what
about your paper route Tommy?" I asked the lad.

"Oh yeah," Tommy answered looking disappointed.

"Well then, if you're sure." The lad's mom replied and added, "I can get
your older brother to do your paper route.  I'm sure he remembers how."

"Thanks mom!" Tommy exclaimed and gave his mom a big hug. "John, I'll get
the boat ready to go while you get your stuff."

I could tell the boy was real excited. His mom thanked me, said goodbye and
drove off.  He was shifting from one foot to the other itching to get
started.  "Go get your stuff John and I'll be sure the water tank is full
and have the motor running by the time you get back."

Fortunately I lived just a few hundred yards away as I think Tommy was so
eager he might have left without me. But, by the time I got back he did
indeed have everything ready and we were on our way.

*********************************** Author's Note: Here's what the cabins
on the boat were like.  As you climbed down the 4 steps into the main cabin
there was a very compact galley (kitchen) on the port (left) with a small
pump sink, a 2 burner propane stove and oven and a built in ice chest. To
starboard (right) was a bunk that ran back under the starboard cockpit
seat.  A few steps forward and on the port was a narrow settee bunk and to
starboard, a four person dinette.  The dinette table could be lowered and
the two seat backrest cushions laid onto it to make a narrow double bunk.
Just forward of that on the starboard was the head (toilet) with a tiny
pump sink and on the port was a small hanging locker with a shelf on top.
Just forward of that was a "V-birth" which was wide at the head but narrow,
almost pointy, at the bow end.  There were opening portholes in the main
cabin and the head and a forward hatch over the wide aft end of the
"V-birth."  All in all, it was a surprisingly roomy and comfortable boat
even for four or five people.  ***********************************

We had a great sail the 8 miles across the Sound and dropped anchor in
plenty of time to take a swim before it got too cool when the sun set.  I
went below to go into the forward cabin and change into my swim suit.
Tommy had gone down ahead of me and I was a little surprised to see him
standing stark naked in the main cabin totally unconcerned that I could see
all of him.

Thinking that I'd been paid to teach the lad sailing and navigation, I
muttered to myself, "Oh, a bonus on the boat."

"Huh?" Tommy asked with a confused expression.

"What?" I stalled to think. "Oh, I was just thinking, you're getting a
bonus on the boat for working so hard while I was teaching you."

I admired his backside as he pulled his swim trunks, red and white striped
speedos, out of his backpack and as he turned back toward me I couldn't
help looking him over.  It was obvious that he was maybe just starting
puberty with a very small tuft of blond hair just above a penis, that was
beginning to grow to adult size.  Its couple of inches rested over his
hairless testicles, which were about the size of large grapes. They had
descended and I suspected that he might just be nearing his first wet
orgasm, if he hadn't already enjoyed one.

As he caught me looking, I quickly pointed to his swim trunks and said with
a chuckle, "it's a long time since I could wear speedos. I'm too fat now."

He giggled and then blushed. "I have to wear them for the club swim team
but don't like `em. I'm growing down there and everybody can see,
especially girls."

I nodded in understanding. "Well, you don't seem to be embarrassed to be
standing there naked in front of me."

"This is different. We're both guys."

"You have a point there." I said as I squeezed passed behind him, careful
not to brush my hand against his boy buns in the close quarters.  I was a
bit surprised that I even thought about it.

"Don't even think about it John," I thought to myself, knowing full well
that I already had. "It ain't gonna happen."

*********************************** Author's Note: Here's a little about
me. I'm 29, 5 foot 11 inches, about 215 pounds, medium length straight
dirty blond hair and blue eyes.  ***********************************

I reached in to the shelf in the V-birth and grabbed my swim suit.  I was
careful to change with my back to the boy.  Then I grabbed a couple towels
from the head and draped one over Tommy's head as I passed behind him
again.  I noticed that he did indeed fill out his speedos nicely.

After putting out the swim ladder, we both jumped in and gasped as the
water was pretty cold.  Tommy adjusted quickly and climbed back up to
cannonball me.  We then spent the next few minutes cannonballing, splashing
and dunking each other until we were finally tired enough to quit.

We climbed out, toweled off and headed back down below.  It was too early
for supper so I suggested to Tommy that he get the bag of chips while I
chopped some ice from the block in the icebox to put in our sodas.  I got
out tall plastic glasses and poured a coke for the kid and a diet Mountain
Dew for me.  Then I pulled out a bottle of vodka, broke the seal and poured
some into my soda.

We sat up on deck munching on the chips and enjoying our drinks while we
watched other boats and the people on them.  We chatted about sailing and
other stuff.

At one point Tommy went back down to get more ice for his soda.

"John?" Tommy called up to me.

"What do you need kiddo?"

"What's vodka taste like?"

"I don't think you'd like it." I replied.

"Can I try a sip?" He asked.

I chuckled remembering myself with the same curiosity at that age. "Okay
but only a very tiny sip."

I heard him unscrew the bottle cap but didn't look to see what he did.
After I heard the cap screwed back on and no comment, I looked down and the
boy was stirring his soda with his finger.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Oh," he looked up sheepishly. "I didn't taste it but put a little in my
soda like you did."

"Hmmmmmm," I thought. "Not too much I hope."

The boy called up to me again, "Shall I break out some of the food my mom
brought for us?"

"Good idea Tommy," I replied. "It's near suppertime anyway.  Need any
help?"

"No thanks.  My mom says I'm pretty good in the kitchen ... for a boy."

The lad wasn't kidding as he passed up a plate to me with some cold cuts,
bread, a jar of mayo and one of mustard, along with a bowl of potato salad.

After enjoying our supper, the kid took care of putting everything away and
rejoined me topside where we talked more about sailing over a couple more
sodas, which Tommy took care of getting for us.

After a bit, the one thing I noticed was that the boy had opened a bag of
Oreos and was scarfing them down like there was no tomorrow.

Soon the sun had set and it was getting pretty chilly so we went below. By
then I was beginning to yawn and thinking about hitting the sack.  Tommy
had gotten quiet too, so I suggested that we get ready to hit the hay.

I was lowering the dinette table to make his bunk as the lad undressed to
put on his PJs. Suddenly, this naked boy dashed past me and burst up the
steps on deck.  Then I heard him retch and throw-up.

"Tommy!" I called after him. "You okay?"

I heard him gag a few more times before he groaned, "Shit!"

I climbed up on deck to find him lying naked on the deck with his head over
the side.  There was a small splash next to him of what looked like half
digested Oreos.

"I'm sorry John," the boy moaned.

"Don't worry about it kiddo. "I sympathized. "I've been there myself."

He got up with a groan.

"Why don't you go below and rinse your mouth out, brush your teeth, and
wash your face.  I'll roll out your sleeping bag and get ready for bed
myself.

While he washed up, I unfolded my blankets in the forward cabin and
stripped down to just my briefs.  When I came back out Tommy looked a bit
better and was dressed in his PJs.

"Tommy, I'm sorry." I apologized.

"Why?" he asked.

"It's my fault you got sick.  I should never have let you try the vodka."
I tousled his hair and gave him a gentle hug.  "You feeling better?"

"A little, but it's not your fault. I snuck more when I got us more soda."
He sighed. "I couldn't really taste it much so didn't know it was so
strong.  Then I ate too many cookies."

"Well, call it a lesson learned. Be sure to drink some water before you go
to sleep." I suggested. "It'll help.  Now, I'm going to turn in and read
for a while."

The lad slid into his sleeping bag and sighed as I turned off the light in
the main cabin. Then I climbed into the V-birth, turned on my light and
grabbed my reading material which I had hidden away as it was a porno
catalog.

I was lying on top of my blankets, just in my briefs, looking over the gay
section and had gotten pretty turned on. Just as I closed the catalog to
turn in, I heard a soft noise.  I looked to my left and there was Tommy
standing in the doorway staring into my bunk.

I glanced down to where he was looking and saw a huge wet spot where the
head of my hardon was tenting out my briefs.  I glanced back at the boy and
saw that he didn't look shocked or bothered but I was tongue tied for the
moment.

"What were you reading?" He asked.

"Huh?" I mumbled. "Oh, it's an adult catalog but I shouldn't let you see
it.  I'll already be in trouble for letting you drink that vodka."

"I'd never tell about the vodka and sure won't tell about this either." He
declared. "I'm no snitch!" Then he asked, "can I see it?"

"Well," I caved. "You can look over my shoulder but just for a couple
minutes, then we have to get some sleep."

He knelt down on the floor so his head was level with mine and could look
over my shoulder. I opened the catalog to the first page where the straight
sex stuff started.  The gay stuff was in the back.

There were magazines, movies, and sex toys shown and he asked me a few
questions, especially about the sex toys.  After a few pages I realized
that I was again very turned on and I hadn't gotten to the gay stuff yet.
My dick would throb every once in a while and the wet spot in my briefs had
gotten huge and very juicy.  Then I noticed that every once in a while
Tommy would be looking at my dick as it throbbed and not the catalog.  This
got me even more excited and it dawned on me that it was Tommy's presence
in a sexy situation that really had me turned on.

I closed the catalog. "Okay kiddo.  Enough.  I have to get some sleep."

"Awwww," he groaned.

"We have a 15 mile sail tomorrow," I explained. "So we'll need to be
rested."

"Okay," he groaned again and stood to go back to his bunk.  As he stood I
could see the tent in his PJs and knew that he'd enjoyed the catalog.  I
wondered if I'd just made a big mistake, bigger than the vodka.

I reached up and opened the forward hatch a couple inches to get some fresh
air in, turned off the light, slipped my briefs off (I always slept naked)
and rolled up in my blankets.  Sailing and the sea air always makes me
sleep well and I was out cold in minutes.

It seemed like I had just fallen asleep when I heard a soft voice.

"Shit!"

For a minute I thought it was my imagination.

Then I heard the boy mumble to himself; "I'm freezing."

I rolled over to look back into the main cabin and, lit by a nearly full
moon, I could see the totally naked boy standing at the far end of the
cabin. He had completely closed up the aft hatch and was noticeably
shivering.

"Tommy?" I called out to him.  "What's wrong?"

"I got sick again and messed up my sleeping bag and pajamas."  He walked up
to my cabin and asked, "Can I use one of your blankets?"

I reached up and closed the forward hatch realizing that I was cold too. I
felt bad but knew that both of us would be cold with just the one light
blanket each.

"Gosh Tommy, I'm cold too, even with the two blankets. I guess I shouldn't
have opened the forward hatch," I said, trying to think of what else I
could do for him.

"Shit!" the boy muttered. "Can I come in with you then and share?"

I knew that there weren't any more blankets but realized that it was cruel
to make the boy wait any longer.

"Okay kiddo but could you rinse your mouth or brush your teeth?" Then I
felt bad about saying that.

"I already did that," he groaned through his chattering teeth as he started
to climb up into my bunk.

That's when I realized that he was still naked and, under the blankets, so
was I!

As I shifted the blankets around so that both would be over us, the boy
slid in beside me and giggled, "gosh, we're both naked. I've never been
naked together with anyone before."

We both lay down side by side on our backs, Tommy on my left.  The boy was
still shivering and, after a moment, he rolled onto his right side and
snuggled up to me, putting his left arm over my stomach and his head on my
chest.  I was instantly hard and tensed up.  At least, I noticed, that his
breath smelled minty with no trace of a sick smell.

Reluctantly, I shifted and wrapped my left arm around him and he snuggled
even closer, moving his left leg over mine.  That's when I noticed that he
had a boner and it was pressing against my hip. Right then, I knew I was in
trouble.

A few minutes passed and he had stopped shivering. "You feeling better
Tommy," I asked.

"Yeah, my stomach is better but I have a headache.  At least I'm not cold
anymore."

"I'm really sorry about you getting sick."

He giggled again. "Hey, it was fun until I barfed. Now it's fun again."

"Fun again?" I asked knowing full well what he likely meant.

"Yeah, being naked together like this is cool."

I ignored the urge to be funny and say; "No, it's hot."

But it was hot. and I wasn't sure I was going to get any sleep with a hot
naked desirable boy in my bunk.

I lay there a while longer, resisting the desire to roll onto my left side,
take him in my arms and rub our boners together until I came.

"Tommy, we need to get some sleep. I'm going to roll on my side and try to
fall asleep."

With that I turned away from him and lay on my right side.  Right away he
snuggled up behind me and wrapped his arm over me with his hand on my
stomach.  I felt his boner nestle along the crack of my ass and heard him
sigh.

Soon I could hear that the lad's breathing had slowed into a smooth soft
rhythm and I could feel that his boner had gone down. I reached up on the
shelf and grabbed a sock which I slipped over my still very hard cock. Then
I began to very gently stimulate my dick, being careful not to move enough
to wake the boy.  It took a while for me to cum but eventually I did and,
with a soft sigh, my hardon finally went down too.  I folded the sock a
couple times and put it back up on the shelf under some other
clothes. Then, thankfully, I fell asleep.

There was a loud rumbling noise outside that I slowly became conscious of
and, as my mind cleared of sleep I recognized it as the sound of the Coast
Guard's powerful engines in their cutter that was docked at the station
near where we anchored.

I also became aware that I had a naked boy in my arms.  Sometime during the
night Tommy must have rolled onto his left side and I had, in response,
rolled onto mine and snuggled up behind him, taking him in my arms. That's
when my dick began to wake up too and it slowly hardened along the crack of
the boy's ass.

I heard and felt a little giggle. "It's about time you woke up John."

I hadn't moved a muscle and asked, knowing full well the answer, "how'd you
know."

He giggled again, "A little boner told me."

I couldn't help myself and chuckled, "It's not so little." Then I added,
"Sorry about that."

"Oh, I don't mind," he whispered. "It's neat and feeling it back there made
me get a boner too."

In my mind, this was getting out of hand, so I sat up. "I think we should
get up, get dressed and have breakfast. Then we can figure out our plan for
the day."

"Awwwwww," he whined. "It's cold."

I leaned back and reached into the shelf grabbing my briefs.  Then I
slipped them on under the blankets.

"I'll get the stove running and that will warm up the cabin."  I climbed
over the boy and sat on the head of the V-birth. "You stay here and keep
warm.  How do you feel?"

"I'm okay. Maybe a little headachy."

I patted the boy on the shoulder. "Drinking some juice and eating a little
breakfast should help with that."

I grabbed the rest of my clothes and finished dressing.  Then I went aft to
the galley and lit the stove. When I came back to use the head, I noticed
that Tommy had turned on the light in the V-birth and I heard the rustle of
paper.  I guessed that he had found my sex catalog and was looking through
it.  I worried what he'd think when he got to the pages in the gay section
that I had marked by circling a couple of items.

There was nothing I could do, maybe take the catalog away from him, but I
kind of thought it would be interesting see how he might react.  So, I
brushed my teeth, shaved, and washed the sleep from my eyes.  Then I went
back to the galley to make some coffee and organize breakfast.

The cabin had warmed up nicely, and when everything was ready, I called
out, "All hungry crew report to the galley for breakfast!"

I heard movement and a moment later a naked boy climbed out of the V-birth.
I was still surprised at the boy's lack of concern for being naked in my
presence.  He didn't try to hide his full boner that looked a bit red.  I
chuckled quietly as it was obvious that he'd been playing with himself.

He half waved and said, "be right there.  Just gotta brush my teeth and
take a leak."

"You might want to dress too because I'm opening the hatch." I called after
him as he closed the head door.

A few minutes later the lad reappeared and got dressed.


Part Two - How about we play strip poker?
--------------------------------------

After breakfast, and with Tommy feeling quite a bit better, we cleaned up
the breakfast stuff and proceeded to pull up the anchor. Then we head out
for the 15 mile run east down the coast to another harbor.

The sailing was fantastic and the lad took care of most of the sail
handling, navigation and even some steering.  He clearly had learned a lot
over the summer and I was generous in my praise of him.

I'd noticed that whenever he had the chance to sit he'd sit right next to
me so that we were touching.  It was difficult to keep from getting hard
and hiding it and I thought I noticed that his shorts were often tenting
out a bit when he'd get up to tend to a sail or check his navigation on the
chart below.

When we arrived at our new harbor, in the mid-afternoon, Tommy took care of
lowering and stowing the genoa jib and dropping and furling the mainsail.
I started the motor and powered us in through the jetties and around to a
small cove behind the sandy beach.  The beach and sand dunes nearly closed
off the large bay making it into huge deep harbor.  The town was a mile
down at the head of the bay and I had no need or desire to go there.

There were quite a few boats as it was a Saturday and people were doing
just what we were, enjoying their boats, the fresh air and the Sound.  I
selected a place to anchor nearer the beach and as far from any other boats
as I could.  Tommy did an expert job of getting the anchor over the side
and down.  He made sure it caught in the bottom and put out enough line to
account for the tide rising and falling.

"What should we do now?" He called back to me as he finished making fast
the anchor line.

"How about a swim." I replied as he made his way back.

"Cool!" he answered brightly. "Can we swim to the beach and explore?"

I was glad to see that he was well over the affects of his run-in with the
vodka.

"That sounds like a good plan but we'll need to lock up the boat just in
case."

We went below and changed into our swim suits.  As we did, Tommy thought
out loud, "too bad there are so many boats and people or we could skinny
dip. That would be fun."

I just chuckled and went back up on deck.

The boy carried up the swimming ladder and put it out over the side.  Then
he quickly dove in.

"C'mon John!" he called out to me and started to swim to the beach.

I closed and locked the boat, while keeping an eye on him to be sure he was
okay.  Then I dove in, letting out a loud whoop as the water was colder
here than where we were yesterday.

I finally caught up to the kid just as he was climbing up the steep beach.
We spent the next hour or so beach combing, watching seagulls scavenging
the water's edge and families picnicking and kids playing.  Tommy didn't
seem interested in joining any other kids but kept close to me.

Finally we ended up near where we came out of the water and waded back in.
Tommy playfully splashed me and we got into splashing and wrestling in the
water, laughing and having a ball.  Eventually though, we wore ourselves
out and I suggested we swim back out to the boat.

I couldn't help myself noticing the boy's nicely rounded buns as he climbed
up the swim ladder right above me with his speedos stretched tight.  I
remembered last night and was impressed with myself that I had resisted the
temptations.  I would have dearly loved to hold and caress that lovely boy
bum.

I shook off the thought, climbed up on deck, unlocked and opened the hatch.

We grabbed the towels I'd left us hanging just inside and we started to dry
off.  I noticed that Tommy was shivering.

"You'll warm up as soon as you're dry." I suggested. "Maybe you could lay
on the cushions, they've been warmed by the sun."

"Could you lie with me to warm me up?" he asked with a bit of pleading in
his voice.

"The seat isn't wide enough for both of us kiddo," I tried to discourage
him. "You'll be fine."

I was dry so I ducked below to get a soda. "Want a soda Tommy?" I called up
but got no reply.

I heard some flopping noises from above and looked out the hatch.  The
determined kid had moved the cushions down on the floor of the cockpit.

As I came back up he pointed and lay down, "See?  There's plenty of room
now.  C'mon, warm me up."

I couldn't argue and realized I didn't really want to, argue that is.  So,
I lay down on my back next to him but he turned his back to me.

Then he softly asked, "snuggle up behind me like you did this morning."

I turned on my left side and he scooted back so we were spooned.  Then he
reached back and pulled my arm around him.

My dick responded almost immediately and, in the confines of my swim suit,
it was quite uncomfortable.  After a couple minutes of enduring the
discomfort, I finally had to roll a bit away from Tommy's delightful butt
and adjust myself.

I heard a soft giggle and when I snuggled back up to him again he
whispered, "I like feeling you back there."

I wasn't sure if he meant me snuggling with him or my hardon pressing along
the crack of his butt, or both.  And, I didn't care.  I liked it too, a
lot.  Maybe too much.

My chin was just at the back of his head and, not thinking, I kind of
nuzzled his hair.

He gently turned his head to smile at me. "Don't you think our swim suits
are kind of cold and clammy.  We could take `em off."

"No," I cautioned. "It's not a good idea."

"It would be better." he pleaded.

"Maybe, but there's too many people around." I said, not realizing that I
was acknowledging both the naughtiness of it and that I kind of liked the
idea.

"Well, we could go down in the V-birth and do it." He continued.

I suddenly wondered just what did he mean by "do it?"

I slowly sat up.  "I think you're warmed up enough now kiddo.  Why don't we
change into dry clothes and start thinking about supper?"

"Awww," he moaned and declared.  "I like us snuggling and I can tell you do
too."

There was no denying that, as it was clear that he knew I always got a
hardon when snuggling with him.

"Yes, I suppose I do."

I didn't say anything more but got up and went below to change.  I heard
him put the cushions back up on the seats.  When he came below he quietly
changed into dry clothes.  I took our two swim suits up to dry and came
back down to put some ice in my now warm soda that I'd left on the galley
counter.

"You mad at me?" He asked looking up at me with a frown.

I smiled, "No Mr. Snuggles." I teased as I pulled his shoulder into me in a
quick sideways hug to lighten the moment. "I like you."

"I like you too." he beamed enthusiastically.

"Soda?" I asked.

"Yes, but no vodka please. You're a bad influence." He teased back.

I laughed. "Hey bucko. I said a tiny sip. Remember? You're the one who
spiked your own drink and I know you did it twice."

"Yeah, I guess." He grinned back. "But, as you said, I learned a lesson."

I chuckled. "I learned the same lesson about your age.

He giggled conspiratorially, "You want some in your soda?"

"No thanks." I said. "I don't drink often."

"Why?" He sounded genuinely curious.

"My father drinks too much so it's kind of made me drink less."

"Oh." He didn't sound satisfied with my answer but changed the
subject. "How about supper?"

"Now that sounds like a great idea," I enthused. "I'm starving."

Together we again raided the supplies that Tommy's mom had provided and
worked up a pretty good supper.  Once we'd finished eating we again
combined our talents to clear away the dinette table, clean the dishes and
put things away.

After we finished all that I went up on deck to check the anchor.  Tommy
followed me up.  The sun was just going down and I admired the sunset.

"That's going to be a beautiful sunset." I observed. "Let's sit here and
enjoy it."

I sat down in the cockpit and Tommy sat next to me, pulling my arm around
his shoulders. When I pulled him a little closer he moved his arm around
behind me and snuggled.

We sat there without a word as we watched the sun set, the western sky was
ablaze with color.  It must have been a good 10 minutes before the lad
finally spoke.

"I never really sat and watched a sunset like this.  It was kind of neat
and I liked that we didn't talk.  Just watched.  I like being with you
John."

I was impressed and kind of moved by the boy's appreciation for the sunset
and our quiet enjoyment of it. "I like being with you too Tommy."

After the sunset colors had mostly faded the boy asked, "Can we be together
down below now?  It's getting cold."

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm getting chilly myself.  Let's go below and I'll see
if I have some cards.  You play cards?"

"Just kids' games like "Go Fish." He replied. "I'd like to learn how to
play "Blackjack" or "Poker."

"Sure, I can teach you those.  Blackjack's the easier game." I explained as
we went below.  "Poker is more complicated."

"Hey!" the kid exclaimed. "How about we play strip poker?"

I had to laugh, the lad never gave up. "Well, we'll just get cold then." I
warned him.

"No problem." He grinned. "Then we can go to bed early and warm up in the
V-birth like last night."

"Oh my." I thought to myself. I'd forgotten about the sleeping issue for
him with the unusable sleeping bag.

"We'll start with regular poker," I said trying to defuse his plan. "And
then see how well you learn it."

I found an old deck of cards and we sat in the dinette while I shuffled and
explained the various hands and how they ranked.

"Wow, it is complicated," he said with a confused look.

We played a few hands and I won them all.  The boy looked a little
frustrated.

"Don't worry Tommy, you'll get the hang of it. It takes time. You wouldn't
want me to let you win would you?"

He giggled, "If you had let me win those hands and we were playing strip
poker, I'd get to see you naked then."

Then he blushed realizing the he'd admitted that he was eager to see me
naked.

I smiled, "you've already seen me naked."

"No, just your butt," he mumbled.

We played a few more hands and, even though he won a couple, he wasn't as
enthusiastic as when we started.

"Have you ever really played strip poker before John?" he asked, trying to
keep that the topic.

"Yes." I answered vaguely, wondering where this was going.

"Could you tell me about it? I mean, how it works?"

I chuckled at his persistence. "Well, first you have to know that all
players have an equal number of clothes on. Just to be fair. Then you
decide what piece of clothing will be played for first. The loser of each
hand must then take that thing off."

"Oh, the winner doesn't get to take it off the loser?" He looked
disappointed.

"No, I've never played it that way but I suppose you could." I had to admit
to myself that this was beginning to sound a little intriguing.

"I think that would make it more fun. Don't you?"  He was openly grinning
now, almost leering.

I continued to play dumb. "I suppose."

He said, looking thoughtful. "I have my shirt, shorts and underpants
on. How about you?"

I grinned to myself.  The kid really wants this. "I've the same clothes
on." I replied.

I waited for the other shoe to drop, and it did.

Tommy sat up straight, trying to look emphatic and persuasive. "I dare you
to play strip poker with me. I double dare you."

I chuckled. "Remember Tommy," I warned him. "We've played maybe a dozen or
so hands of poker and I've won most of them."

Now the lad didn't look quite so confident.

I waited, even though I hadn't accepted his challenge yet.

Suddenly his eyes lit up. "I've got it!" He exclaimed. "We can just draw
cards and the high card wins!  Besides, it'll be quicker."

"Ah ha!" I thought to myself. "I believe the kid really does want something
more to happen."

I continued to pretend to be reluctant. "Okaaaayy, but, it has to be our
secret. You can't tell anyone. Deal?"

"DEAL!" He excitedly declared and started to clumsily shuffle the cards.

I could see his hands shaking he was so excited.

He smacked the shuffled deck face down on the table and challenged me. "You
draw first!"

I did and drew a Jack.

Tommy looked a little unsure and reached the cards with a trembling hand.

He drew a 9 and gave a cry. "Wait! We didn't agree what order to take
things off."

"You chickening out?" I teased.

"NO!" He replied with defiance.

"Okay, just checking.  How about this order; shirt, pants, underpants?"

Now he giggled with some relief, "Guess saying underpants first would be
silly."

I turned and sat on the end of the dinette seat. "C'mon over my friend. You
need to lose that shirt." I teased.

The boy sighed, got up and stood in front of me.  I took my time slowly
unbuttoning the two buttons at the neck of his polo shirt.  Then I gently
slid my hands down his sides to the bottom hem of the shirt and slowly
lifted it up.  As I pulled it over his head I glanced down at his pants and
thought maybe I saw the hint of a telltale bulge.  I also admired his soft
hairless belly with still a hint of baby fat. I began to acquire my own
telltale bulge.

Tommy ran his hands over his now bare chest, sighed and returned to his
seat.

"Loser gets to draw first." I said.

The boy drew a 10 and grinned.  I drew a 3 and his grin widened.  With a
playfully theatrical groan, I got up and stood in front of him.  He had to
stand to unbutton my polo. Then, when he reached to grab the bottom hem,
the back of his very trembly hand brushed against the obvious bulge in my
pants.  Neither of us said anything and I decided he didn't plan it.  I had
to bend over so he could finish pulling the shirt off me.  When I stood he
was looking up at me with a sparkle in his eye.  I returned to my seat.

"Loser draws." The imp said with a devilish grin.

I drew a 2.

"YES!" the little prick exclaimed.

"Prick." I mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Pick." I innocently said. "Your pick."

He drew an 8.

"Yes!" He gloated.

"I think you fixed the deck." I teased.

"Nuh uh." He giggled.

I stood in front of him again and watched as he reached for my belt with
shaky hands.  He never looked up at me but locked his eyes on the obvious
bulge my hardon made in my pants.  He undid my belt and then hesitated.  I
could tell he knew that to unbutton my pants and draw down the zipper his
fingers would touch the bulge my hardon was making.  To his credit, he
didn't look up but tackled what, I now was sure, was an exciting new
experience for him.  My dick gave a throb as he bumped it while pulling
down my zipper and his hand jumped a tiny bit but he finished and my shorts
slipped down to the floor.

There I stood, naked except for my briefs which covered my very obvious
hardon with the beginnings of a wet spot near its head. Tommy let his hands
fall to his side but never broke his gaze from my covered cock. I couldn't
tell for sure but I think he might have even nervously licked his lips. I
now began to wonder what the next few hours might hold.

"Well," I sighed and returned to my seat. "I guess it's my draw again."

Tommy turned back to face the table and I noted the deep color in his
cheeks. The boy was definitely turned on by this.

I held my hand over the cards and hesitated. I looked at the boy.  He was
staring at the cards.  I drew.

It was an Ace.

I looked at Tommy and winked. "Your turn kiddo."

His hand shot out and he snatched a card but didn't look at it yet.  I
watched as he took a deep breath knowing that the best he could do was a
tie and that wasn't very likely.

It was a queen.

"Close," I sympathized. "You having fun?"

He looked up and gave me a lopsided grin. "Yeah. It's exciting."

"Me too." I agreed.

He got up and came over to stand in front of me. I could see very well that
he was finding the game exciting.  His pants clearly held a healthy and
happy boner.  I resisted the urge to tease and say that I could see that he
was enjoying the game.  I still wondered how far things might go.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah." He whispered.

I reached up and unbuckled his belt.  Then I went for the button.  My cock
twitched in my briefs and the lad must have been looking there as he gave a
little giggle.  The button was easy and now I had to tackle his zipper.  I
decided that I would let my fingers gently rub down his boner as I unzipped
him.  The moment I touched him he gave a soft gasp.  I looked up but he was
staring at my hand as it finished with the zipper and the backs of my
fingers slid down along his cock.

His being a growing boy, he had outgrown his shorts just enough to make
them a little clingy and I had to easy them down over his hips and bum,
which I now realized I very much wanted to feel and hold.

When his shorts fell to his feet and he stepped out of them, I saw that he
was indeed a tempting sexy vision in just his briefs.  They too were a
little snug and showed off his hard boyhood and balls deliciously.

I started to stand and Tommy moved a couple steps away.  His gaze moved
down to my briefs, that had a significant wet spot now.  His didn't have
one but looked very enticing.

I lifted his chin and looked at him. "I guess it's pretty obvious that we
both are enjoying this game very much."

"Yeah, hard not to." He whispered.

I chuckled. "Interesting choice of words."

He laughed, seemed to relax a little and shyly grinned back at me.

"Well kiddo. It's late.  Why don't we call it a draw and hit the sack?"

"No way!" He answered. "It's my turn to draw."

Instead of sitting back down he just grabbed a card. It was another Queen.

I laughed and reached for a card.  It was a 7.

"Ah, beginner's luck kiddo.  You win."

The boy just stood there looking at my hardon filled briefs with the
growing wet spot.

"Did you cum?" He asked.

"Huh?" I looked down at the wet spot and there was a small bubble of
pre-cum. "Oh, no. That's just pre-cum."

"What's pre-cum?" he asked.

"Don't you have any friends your age or older that talk about this stuff?
Or maybe your dad?"

"My dad?" he made a face. "He'd never talk about that.  All my friends are
my age or younger and only a couple have bragged that they can cum."

"Can you cum?"

"Not yet but soon I think.  I get the feelings though and boners all the
time."

I almost said, "Yes I've seen," but decided not to embarrass the lad.

"You mean when you jerk-off you get a super good feeling, maybe think
you're going to pee?  Then maybe your cock throbs a lot and gets real
sensitive?"

"Yeah. But what is pre-cum?"

"Oh, well after you mature, can cum, your body starts to make a lubricant
that oozes out when you get aroused. That helps so you can have
intercourse." I explained.

"Intercourse? You mean like fucking?" Then the boy quickly covered his
mouth with his hand and blushed. "Oops, sorry about me saying that word."

"That's okay kiddo." I assured him. "Just don't say it with me if other
people are around, even your friends."

"Here's a little tip; If you get turned on it can make a spot like this in
your pants too and people might see. That can be embarrassing so keep that
in mind as you get older."

"Weren't you embarrassed last night when we were looking at that catalog?"
He asked.

"No, I figured if you noticed you'd know what it was."

He giggled. "I thought that you cummed in your undies."

I smiled, "It's came not cummed, and I almost did.  That's why I stopped us
looking at the catalog."

"That would have been cool if you did.  Can we look at the catalog again
tonight?"

"Well, if we ever finish this game, maybe." I reminded him.

He glanced down at my briefs again, "Oh look, you lost your boner."

I looked down and then at his undies, "Well, you sure didn't."

He giggled, "Like I said, I get them all the time and sometimes I have to
get that feeling to get it to go down."

I laughed. "Enjoy it kiddo and don't let anyone tell you it's wrong. It's
totally natural.  Everybody does it their whole life."

"Really?" He looked surprised. "Even old people?"

"Yup, even old people." I confirmed. "Now, we gonna finish this or what?"

"Oh yeah." He said and quickly reached for the elastic waist of my briefs.

He hooked his thumbs in the sides and, in one motion, swept them down to my
knees.

"Good thing my boner'd gone down or that might have hurt."

He giggled and then grew silent as my cock began to slowly grow. After a
moment or two it was at its full six inches and then a drop of pre-cum
oozed out of my piss slit.

"Oh wow," the boy excitedly whispered. "That is so neat and it's so big!"

"Actually Tommy, it's only average."

"Really?" He asked. "I think it's big.  I hope mine gets that big."

"Well now, my boy, I know you won the game and all but do you think I
should get to take your undies off too?"

The boy looked thoughtful. "If I won then you shouldn't get to strip me."

"Yeah, I suppose." I said putting on a bit of a pouty tone of voice.

With a sneaky look the lad said, "How about a trade?"

"I'm listening." I said with some skepticism.

"Oh, it will be neat." He said with a grin. "You can take off my undies and
then let me feel your boner. Okay?"

I grinned back. "That works for me just fine Tommy."

"Okay then, you can take my undies off."

I knelt down in front of the boy and put my hands on his hips.  I was
staring directly at his very hard boy boner tenting out his undies.  I was
almost drooling for the first close up look at him. Gently I pulled out the
front of his undies and slowly lowered it down so it was under his
balls. His circumcised cock was about 4 inches hard and maybe the thickness
of the diameter of a quarter.  Quite thick, I thought, for a boy his age.
There was just a small tuft of blond pubes above it.  His large grape sized
balls were still hairless and had descended.  I was sure a wet cum was in
his near future.

"You got a nice boner there Tommy."

"Really?"

"Yup."

I slid my hands up to his hips and slipped my fingers under the elastic.
Then I slowly slid his undies down over his sweet butt, getting a good feel
but not lingering. When his undies slipped to the floor he stepped out of
them.

I stood up and smiled at him, "Thanks Tommy. That was nice of you. Now you
can get your feel of my boner."

He looked eagerly at it but then looked up at me. "Can I wait until we get
in bed? It's getting cold standing here naked."

"Good idea." I happily agreed. "I just realized I'm freezing."

We took turns peeing, brushing our teeth and washing. Then Tommy closed the
hatch for the night and turned out the main cabin light while I arranged
the pillows and blankets in the V-birth. It was warmer here in the bunk and
I didn't open the forward hatch like last night.

I was lying on my back when the boy climbed in and lay down beside me.
Both of us had long since lost out boners but we both giggled as we watched
them slowly rise again.

Then Tommy laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"I was just thinking about what you said yesterday when we were changing
into our swim suits."

"What did I say?"

"You said I was getting a bonus on the boat for working hard while you were
teaching me and all."

"I don't get what's funny." I said.

The boy pointed at our now hard cocks and said, "it's more like BONERS on
the boat."

I cracked up. I loved adolescent humor and that he was easy enough with me
to share it.

"That is funny kiddo." I continued to giggle.

I noticed that we'd lost some hardness and we grew quiet again looking at
each others' nakedness.

Once we were both hard again, Tommy sat up and looked at me, "Can I feel
your boner now?"

"I'd like that very much my boy."

I watched as he tentatively reached over and hesitated a moment.  Then he
pointed his index finger and touched the tip of my cock.  It jumped at his
touch.

"Cool." He whispered.

Then he ran his finger down its length and back. It throbbed again. Having
gained some courage, need or both, he slowly wrapped his hand around me and
I sighed. I felt wonderful.

He looked at me quizzically.

"God that feels good Tommy." I sighed.

He grinned. "Can I feel your balls too?"

"You can do whatever you want my boy.  You are making me feel very good."

He gave me a quick look and then gently took my balls in his hand.  I
spread my legs a bit to give him more room.

"Wow, they're big too, but soft."

I sighed with the pleasure of his touch. "They're full of sperm too." I
said.

"Cool, could you make some for me to see sometime?"

"Sure but you have to help."

He gave me a big grin. "That would be way fun."

"You have a lot of hair," he observed, running his fingers through the
pubes around my cock.  "I like that, and the hair on your chest too."

After another minute he lay back down next to me.  He was quiet for a
couple moments and then whispered very softly, "Would you like to feel me
too?"

"I glanced over at him, "Yes, I would.  Very much."

I sat up and looked down at his boy boner and balls. Then I looked back at
him.  He grinned and I smiled back and winked.  So smooth and hairless.  I
wanted to feel his cock and balls but I also wanted to lick them, smell
them, and suck them.  Maybe that would happen later or another time.  Any
resolve that I might have had, had long since crumbled.  But, this must all
be going at the boy's pace.

I touched the tip of his boner the same way he'd touched mine and it
twitched too.  We both giggled.  I slowly explored him with the tips of my
fingers.  His boner and his balls and, like I did, he spread his legs so I
could explore a little further.  I touched him just below his balls and he
jumped and gave a little gasp. I ran my hand back over his balls and then
gently wrapped my hand around his boner. He gasped out again in more
pleasure.

"You like me feeling you?" I said as I lay back down beside him.

"Yeah, it's amazing.  I started to get the feelings."

"That's called a dry cum. Many kids can have them before they have wet
cums. Sounds like you do and you're lucky.  I never experienced a dry cum."

"Can we look at the catalog again?" He asked.

I reached up to where I had put it and didn't find it. "Hmmmm, it seems to
have moved."

Tommy gave a little sigh. "I guess I snuck a peak this morning and put it
back in the wrong place."

"I kind of thought I heard you turning the pages this morning."  I poked
around and found it further down the shelf.

"You're not mad?"

"Nah. You're curious and too cute to be mad at."

He sat up on his elbow, "Cute? I'm not cute! Babies are cute!"

"Okay, okay," I laughed. "You're not cute! But, you are sexy."

"You think I'm sexy?"

"Yes, I do." I winked at him.

He lay down again. "I think you're sexy too."

Then he rolled on his side and snuggled up to me. I wrapped my arm around
him as I felt his boner press against my hip.

"It's going to be difficult to look at the catalog like this." I explained.

"That's okay.  This is better and there was only one thing I wanted to see
again and ask you about."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Open it to the next to last page."

I did and saw that it showed one of the items that I had circled.  It was
for a gay magazine titled, "Man-boy Love" and there were a series of sample
photos.  They showed a man my age or a little older and a boy who looked to
be no more than 16 but the ad clearly stated that he was 19.  They were
enjoying hugging, kissing, sucking and fucking, with the caption; "Boys do
it too." The boy was clearly a bottom.

"Okay?" I said guardedly.

"You like all that?" He asked with a serious tone.

"Yeeeesss," I answered, again guardedly.

"Have you done all that?"

"Yes."

"I think I like all that too."

"And ... ?"

"I've never done any stuff like that but I think want to."

"And ... ?"

"Will you?"

"Will I what?"

He sat up and glared at me. "Will you do all that with me?"

I smiled up at him.  I liked his being a bit feisty.  "You know, you're
even cuter when you get your dander up."

"Grrrrrrrr," he growled. "I'm not cute!"

"C'mere." I held my arm out to him and he settled back into our snuggle.

"Tommy," I spoke softly. "I like you a lot.  You're a neat kid.  I didn't
think of you as sexy until yesterday but I've liked you from the first.
Now I think you're sexy and, whether you like it or not, I think you're
cute too." With that I kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked.

Because you're sexy and cute, take teasing well, and because I would love
to do that stuff with you but not all at once.

"Really?"

"Yup but I'm going to call you cute, and maybe even sweetie, when we are
together like this."

"Only when we are naked together." He insisted.

"Okay."

"So?"

I laughed and rolled on my side to face him. I reached around him and
gently pulled on him.  He got the idea and we moved into a face to face
hug.  Our boners pushed together and he sighed in pleasure.  I ran my hand
down his back and cupped one of his buns.  I kept my head back so I could
look him in the eye.

"You like?"

He was breathing hard already. "Oh God yes" he moaned.

I moved slowly against him so that our boners moved together, all the time
feeling his beautiful ass.  It was so round and firm, yet so soft.  I
wondered how long before I dared to show him the pleasures of my burying my
face between those lusciously smooth cheeks.  I was so turned on I had to
be careful not to cum.

I rolled onto my back and tugged on his arm. "Come lie on top of me."

He got up on his hands and knees and straddled me. Then he slowly lowered
himself, watching our cocks nestle side by side.  He settled down with his
head on my upper chest and I ran my hands down his back and over his buns,
holding and softly squeezing one in each hand.  I let my right hand slip in
between his cheeks and found his tight little rosebud, rubbing it gently.
He jumped and shivered.

"You like that?" I asked, knowing full well that most boys loved their hole
being tickled and more.

"Wow! I like felt that like a shock in my boner." He stammered.

"See, your boner isn't the only part that can be made to feel good."

"More than good."

I kept rubbing him back there.

"That is so ... so, I don't know ... cool, and I really liked seeing my
boner next to yours," he said.

I ran my left hand up his back and back down to his bum while the right
still worked on his pucker. "Maybe hot is a better word than cool."

"Oh yeah," he said. "I've heard guys say girls are hot. Does that mean
sexy?"

"Pretty much. When you get excited do you feel warm?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"That's where the expression comes from. So someone might say another
person makes them hot."

"Oh, I get it."

"In this case, you make me hot Tommy."

He looked up at me. "I do?"

"Yup."

"I think us together like this is hot."

I giggled. "Me too."

"Do you really think I'm hot?"

I giggled again. "Yes you are. Very hot."

Then he giggled. "I think you're hot too."

"Thank you." I said as he lay his head back down on my chest. "Tommy?  Do
you know what humping is?"

"Doesn't that mean fucking?" Then he chuckled.

"What's the chuckle for?"

He chuckled again. "It still feels funny to say fucking around an adult."

"That's cute." I teased.

"Grrrrr," he teased back. Then added, "so what about humping?"

"Well," I explained. "It can mean fucking ..."

Tommy chuckled again.

"Stop chuckling." I chided the little rascal and softly smacked his butt.

He laughed and squirmed, giving me a delicious surge of pleasure. "But,
it's funny to hear you say it too.  Besides, laughing makes me move my dick
and that feels good?

"Ah, that brings me back to humping.  It also means making the in and out
movement of the hips, the thrusting, of intercourse but also just rubbing
up against someone or something."

"Something? Oh, you mean like rubbing on a pillow?  I've done that."

"Yes, I have too. But it's better to hump against another person."

"Yeah, I bet that would be better." The lad said, still not getting it.

"Tommy?"

"Ummm?"

"Wouldn't it be more fun if you were humping me right now?"

He lifted up a little to look at me and gave a tentative thrust with his
hips.

"Oh yeah ..." I closed my eyes and moaned. "That's nice sweetie."

Then he moaned too and I opened my eyes again. He was smiling with his eyes
closed in concentration as he continued to slowly hump me.

I ran my hands over his flexing ass cheeks and humped back in return.

"God this is so hot Tommy." I groaned.

He lay his head down on my chest again and slid his hands under my arms and
gripped my shoulders from behind.  This gave him more leverage and his
humping got a little firmer.  We were both breathing harder and I was again
getting closer to a cum.

"Oh man," Tommy groaned. "I think I'm getting the feelings."

"Mmmmmmm, me too sweetie." I groaned back. "I could cum soon."

The boy's humping slowed a bit as he asked, "Can I watch you cum?"

"Oh man, I'd love to cum like this but it would be hot to have you watch me
cum too."

He stopped humping. "Can we do it now?"

"Okay." I agreed reluctantly and he rolled off me.

"I'm all wet," he said as he looked down at his belly.

I laughed. "That's my pre-cum.  There'd be a lot more wetness if I came."

I pointed down at the far end of the shelf. "See those towels down there?
Grab a small white one please."

He did. "What's this for?"

I laughed again, "I call those cum towels. I use `em to clean up after a
good cum."

"Oh, gross." He made a face.

"No, it's not gross Tommy. I hope I'm with you for your first cum and will
certainly never find your cum gross."

"You mean we can do this again?" He asked eagerly.

"Absolutely, if that's what you want."

"Awesome!" he exclaimed.

"Hey, I have an idea. If you're up for it I mean."

"What?" he asked.

"Rather than me making myself cum, would you like to do it for me?"

"Oh man. Yeah, that would be neat."

"Are you right-handed?"

"Yeah."

"Then scoot over to my right side and snuggle up to me."

He did and I wrapped my arm around him. "Scoot up a little so I can feel
your bottom."

He giggled. "You like my butt `cause it makes you hot, huh."

"Very much. It's a sweet sexy little butt." I confirmed that with a gentle
squeeze.

He giggled back. "I like you feeling my butt.  It helps me get the feelings
too."

"I like feeling it `cause it turns me on and because I know it makes you
feel good too."

He grinned at me and I so wanted to kiss him then, but held back.

"Okay sweetie. You know what to do?"

He nodded and gently wrapped his hand around my hardon. "Yeah, this is so
hot."

Slowly he began to stroke my cock. I made a couple suggestions to make it
feel better and, after a minute or so he lay down, resting his head on my
chest as he concentrated.

The feel of the boy's smaller soft hand on my cock was sending shivers
through me. His gentleness was intoxicating and I lay there soaking up the
pleasure as the pressure for release slowly built.

"How am I doing John," he asked.

"Oh sweetie, that feels so good.  You're doing great."

I was surprised when he turned his head and kissed my chest.  Then he went
back to concentrating on his efforts.

"Mmmmmm, just a tiny bit faster sweetie. You're doing good and I'm getting
close."

He sped up a little. "That good?"

"Oh yeah ..." I moaned. "Oh man Tommy ... Almost there ..."

"Oh man, this is gonna be so awesome ..." Tommy whispered.

"Oh ... oh ... I'm gunna cum! Ah ... oh man ... don't stop my love!" I
stammered and gasped as I got ready to shoot.

Tommy lifted his head just in time as I sent shot after shot of thick white
cum up on my stomach and chest.

"Oh wow!" He exclaimed.

He continued to stroke me for a few more seconds and then let go of my cock
to use his fingers to explore the puddles of my cum as I tried to catch my
breath.

"Oh Tommy." I was still gasping. "That's the best cum I've had in
ages. Thanks sweetie."

I gave his butt another little loving squeeze.  Then I moved my hand up to
his head to pull it closer so I could kiss his cheek. After I did, he
turned to look at me, smiled, and planted a quick peck on my lips.

I smiled back at him. "That was nice ... the kiss I mean.  Thank you."

"I liked you calling me sweetie and my love when you were all sexed up."

"My boy, I hope that I can make you feel as good as you just made me feel."

"It was amazing and, man, you made so much cum."

"Yeah but you deserve all the credit for that. I haven't cum like that in a
long time.  Now we need that towel."

I took the towel and mopped up my chest, belly and, now totally soft, cock.
While I did that I noticed that Tommy was rubbing his cum covered fingers
together and he even sniffed them.  I took his hand in mine and cleaned it
off with the towel.

"Does it smell familiar?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know what it's like."

"Bleach maybe?"

"Maybe," he said thoughtfully.  "Just a little."

"Tom, when two people enjoy sex they always should try to share, make sure
that both people have pleasure." I got a little serious for a moment. "So,
now I'd like to do something to make you feel good too.  I think you'll
like it a lot."

He looked a little skeptical. "What are you going to do?" He asked.

I got up on my knees. "Just lie down on your back."

He did and I looked down, noticing that he was nearly soft again.  I knelt
by his side and, before he could say anything, I planted my face down next
to his dick and licked the crevice by his leg and next to the base of his
cock and balls.

"Oh wow!" He gasped.

He tasted and smelled of salt water but even more of boy, delicious boy.  I
could feel his cock on my cheek as it grew hard.  It was a big turn on and,
even after my good hard cum, my own dick began to thicken.

I switched to the other side and licked there. I moved my hand down his leg
and pushed so he spread his legs enough for me to get a knee in
between. Then I licked his balls and he gasped again. As I tried to lick
below his balls, he spread his legs further and lifted his knees a little.
But, I wasn't going there, at least not this time.

I started licking back up his balls. I took one in my mouth and tasted his
boy-ness. I did the other and I could feel and hear his sighs and heavier
breathing.  Then I ran my tongue slowly up the 4 inches or so of his boner.

"Oh man!" He groaned. "You're gunna suck me?"

"You up for your first blow job kiddo?"

"Holy shit! Yeah."

I laughed. "Wet or dry, I'm gunna suck you to a fantastic cum.  If it's
dry, I might even do you twice if you ask nicely." Then I looked up at him,
smiled and winked.

I gently slipped my hand under his sweet boner and lifted it up so I could
lick the head. I didn't taste any pre-cum but I did taste more boy flavor.
Then I kissed the head and, followed by another gasp from him, sucked it in
a little and ran my tongue all around his glans.

His cock's unusual thickness for a boy his age gave me more to pleasure and
I slowly worked my way down his shaft, getting it wet and slippery with
saliva.  Once I had my nose down in the little tuft of hair just above his
cock, I held there for a moment.  With a longer cock it would have been in
my throat and I would have swallowed to add to the pleasure but Tommy
wasn't there yet.  Maybe in 6 months or a year.  Meanwhile, I knew I loved
this boy's cock a lot.

Now I began to suck and ride my lips up and down his shaft and run my
tongue around the head when I could.  I could hear the boy groaning and see
his belly tense and relax. I slipped my hand between his legs and rubbed
just below his balls.  He spread his legs more and raised his knees a
little.  I was able to reach his hole with my middle finger and he groaned.

He began to move his hips a little and got into a rhythm with my sucking.
I could see his hands out of the corner of my eye as the clenched up the
blanket and then relaxed.  Only to clench up again.

I was in heaven, getting as much pleasure as I was giving, but all too soon
I felt his boner swell just a tiny bit and, with a loud series of groans
from the boy, his cock began to twitch and he thrust his hips up at me
trying to burry his throbbing boyhood as deep in my sucking saliva filled
mouth as possible.

"Oh my God John!" He loudly gasped. "Oh my God!"

I knew that his cock would get tender so I slowed my sucking and then
lifted off him and swallowed my mouthful of saliva, thinking that it would
one day be his delicious boy cum.

I looked up at him.  He had his eyes closed as he slowly caught his breath.
I lay down beside him and gently rubbed his chest and stomach.

"How ya' doin' my boy?" I asked and waited for him to collect himself.

"Oh John," he finally sighed.

I smiled as he looked at me.  "That good huh?"

With that he rolled toward me, pushing himself against me, wrapping his
arms around me and declaring, "I love you John."

I grinned to myself and ran my hand down to hold his butt cheek. "I love
you too sweetheart."

I could feel his still hard cock next to mine and mine responded.

He giggled a little. "I take it back."

"What?" I asked.

"You can say I'm cute, but better, I love it when you call me sweetie and
sweetheart and your boy."

I kissed his forehead. "You are a very sexy boy and I'm glad that we have
sexy fun together."

"You've kissed my cheek twice and just now my forehead.  Why don't you give
me a real kiss?"

"Well, I wasn't sure you'd like that."

He leaned in and planted his lips on mine.  After a few seconds he pulled
away. "Does that seem like I don't like it?"

I grinned. "There you go being feisty again. C'mere."

I put two fingers under his chin and lifted it so I could kiss him back. I
made the kiss longer and he humped against me. I was pretty aroused again
and let my tongue slip through my lips and brush his.  I could feel him
almost pull away and then he didn't but carefully parted his lips a bit and
I felt his tongue touch the end of mine.  After a moment of tentative
tongue touching, he opened his mouth wider and we began a proper lovers'
kissing.

After a couple minutes of making out and our humping against each other he
pulled away and buried his face in my chest.  We stopped humping and I
softly stroked his hair.

"That was really nice Tommy." I continued to stroke his head.  "You're a
good kisser."

"Never done that before." He mumbled into my chest. "Never done any of this
before. Glad I met you and I can't wait to do it again."

"I'm sure we will sweetie. But now I think we should get some sleep as we
have a 20 mile sail back home tomorrow."

He yawned. "Yeah, I am kind of sleepy."

I giggled. "Ha, I wonder why?"

He giggled too, "Yeah, I wonder why too."

We rolled apart and I arranged the blankets over us as it had gotten pretty
chilly, but I wasn't surprised that we hadn't noticed.

"John, could you snuggle up behind me like this morning?  I really liked
that."

"Sure.  I like that position too."

I lay on my left side and he scooted back against me.  Then he moved a bit
to adjust his position so my still hard cock was along the crack of his
soft bum. He rested his head on my left arm and pulled my right arm over
him.  I placed my hand on his soft belly but he took my hand and moved it
down to his boner.

"Can you hold my boner while we go to sleep?"

"Mmmm hmmm," I mumbled as I nuzzled my chin on the top of his head. "Night
my boy."

I heard a very soft giggle and a whisper. I think he said, "Night my man."


Part Three - I like being your boy
-----------------------------

I remember waking up in the middle of the night needing to take a leak.  I
very slowly disengaged myself from Tommy and carefully climbing over him to
get out of the V-birth. Once out I decided to open the aft hatch, go on
deck and pee off the transom rather than use the head and wake the boy
pumping it.

It was cold, especially since I was naked. I leaned against the stern
pulpit, steadied myself by holding onto the back stay and sent a good long
stream of steaming pee into the water.  It was the only sound except for an
occasional quiet squawk from the resident seagulls.  I shook off the last
few drops and turned back.  Tommy was just coming up the companionway
steps.

"Hey there kiddo.  Did I wake you?"

"Well, yeah but that's okay. I gotta pee too."

He moved to stand where I did and sighed as he let go a good healthy
stream.

Just then I let go too, a good fart that is.  The kid started to laugh
loudly.

I laughed too but quietly and was able to shush the boy. "Careful kiddo,
you'll wake the neighbors."

Still giggling but quietly, the boy made to pass by me heading back for the
hatch. "Your farts are louder than my giggles." And he patted my butt.

"Are not." I whispered as he went down the steps.

"Are too." He giggled from below.

I came down and re-closed the hatch.  "Maybe I'll let one fly in the
V-birth."

"Oh gross!" He boy groaned and then laughed.

I tried to swat his butt but he dodged and climbed into the V-birth
blocking my way.

"You can't come in unless you promise not to stink me out."

I chuckled. "I promise to try not to."

"I guess that'll have to be good enough `cause I'm freezing and need you to
warm me up again."

He moved aside and let me get in and lie down. Once I was settled he
scurried to my side and we pulled the blankets over us.

Through chattering teeth the lad said, "It was fun peeing over the side but
cold. My dick and balls are all shriveled up."

I could feel his growing boner against me. "It seems your pecker is
recovering just fine."

He slid his hand down my belly and encountered my growing hardon.  "Yours
is too." He said as he gave it a little squeeze.

"That feels nice Tommy but we still need to sleep."

"Awww," he pouted teasingly. "Okay but I need you to snuggle up behind me
again." And he rolled around so his soft butt was pressed back against my
hip.

I rolled on my side and he nestled back against me. After a minute he
reached back to his butt and I could feel him lift his cheek up and wiggled
around a bit. Once he put his hand on my hardon and pushed it down.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I liked how good it felt when you touched me back there and I thought it
would be even better if you touched me back there with your boner."

"Tommy, we need to sleep." I moaned.

"Please? Just to see how it feels." He pleaded.

I gave up. "Okay, but just for a few minutes."

He lifted his cheek again and I tried to guide my cock to the right
spot. We fiddled a bit and finally he let his cheek go and said, "Oh yeah,
right there. That feels awesome."

I had to admit, it was indeed the right spot.  The warmth and feel of his
cheeks holding my cock had me forgetting about sleep. It was all I could do
to keep from pushing.  I didn't think he knew about fucking and I was
deathly afraid of hurting and frightening the boy.

He pulled my arm around him and down to his waiting boner. "Hold me there,
please John. Just until we fall asleep."

"Well, remember, I said just a few minutes."

"It feels so good like this.  Couldn't we sleep like this?"

It did feel good and my will power was spent long ago. "Okay. I'll see if I
can fall asleep like this but your butt has got me very hot."

"You like it too?" He whispered sleepily.

"Yeah, a lot."

"Mmmmmm, good."

He moved a little and my cock moved against his hole. I could feel pre-cum
oozing. I was afraid that if there was enough pre-cum, and he pushed back,
the head of my cock might slip in and hurt him. I knew that I very much
wanted to make love to this sweet boy but it had to be his idea, his
choice, when he was ready.

I was very turned on. It wouldn't take much for me to cum.  I held very
still and listened to his breathing. I was amazed that it wasn't long that
his breathing slowed and evened out. Young boys are not only amazing
sexually, but amazing that they can fall asleep under almost any
conditions.

I waited a little longer before I let my hand slip form his cock. He didn't
react.  I waited a few minutes more and tried moving my hips away just a
little.  I felt my cock slide a little between his cheeks. It was heaven
and I had to crunch my gut to keep from cuming.

I waited for the feeling to subside and when it did I decided to just roll
onto my back in one slow motion.  It worked and the boy didn't wake but he
did roll onto his stomach with a sigh. That freed my left arm and I very
slowly rolled onto my right side. I rummaged around and found the cum towel
we'd used earlier. I used it to relieve my still throbbing hardon while
recalling the pleasure of having my cock between the boy's cheeks.  Sleep
followed quickly.

I awoke to the sound of Tommy pumping the sink in the head.  I rolled to my
left and could see through the porthole over the hanging locker that it was
a sunny morning but early as it was still chilly.

"Morning Tommy," I called.

He stuck his head around and looked in with foamy lips and a toothbrush
sticking out of his mouth.  He waved and ducked back.  A moment later I
heard him spit, gargle and spit again.  Then a little more pumping and
then, after another moment, he climbed back into the V-birth.

"Your turn John," and he crawled under the blankets next to me.

"What, no morning kiss?" I teased and climbed over him to go pee and brush
my teeth too.

He laughed. "Hurry back! I need to warm up again."

I took a quick look at the ship's clock on the bulkhead over the settee
birth.  It was only a little after 6.  Then I shivered.

"Yeah, it's still chilly," I answered. "I'll be right back."

I took a good morning piss, brushed my teeth and rinsed the sleep off my
face.  Then I climbed back in the bunk, over Tommy and stretched out as he
covered us with the blankets.

"Oh man," I mumbled through chattering teeth. "It sure is chilly this
morning."

Tommy reached across my chest to grab my right arm and
pulled. "C'mere. I'll warm you up."

I rolled to face him and we moved into an embrace.  I could feel that he
was already hard and we wiggled a bit until everything was in the right
place.

As I hardened against the boy he looked at me and smiled. "I love feeling
you get hard against me. It turns me on."

"It's kind of cool to know you have that affect."

"Cool? No," he laughed. "It's hot."

I chuckled. "You're catching on to my brand of humor."

He smiled and moved in to kiss me. At first it was a tender good morning
kind of kiss but then it took on more urgency and soon we were moaning and
humping against each other.  Our hands were all over the other's body,
exploring, feeling, caressing, and pulling to make our embrace even
tighter.

I broke the kiss and looking at his handsome face, panted, "Oh Tommy, you
make me so hot. You are one sweet sexy boy."

"I love making you hot, making you feel good," He panted back.

My hand was holding his butt and gently squeezing. I let my fingers slip
between his cheeks and find his sweet spot. I pushed my middle finger a
little against it but didn't try to put it in him.

He shuddered in pleasure. Taking a breath he asked, "Can you slide your
finger into me?"

I looked at him seriously, "You sure sweetie? I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes. I'll say stop if it hurts. It'll be very sexy."

I couldn't argue with that. "Okay, just a sec. I can use some pre-cum to
make my finger slippery."

I brought my hand between us and wiped up some juice with my finger. Tommy
lifted his cheek and I moved my finger back to his hole. Then I rubbed it
around and found it worked. I got more pre-cum and returned to his pucker
which I gently pushed on.

His eyes were closed but I watched Tommy to see if there was any hint of
pain or discomfort. I didn't need to worry. The moment my finger slipped
in, even a little, he moaned and smiled.

"How's that?" I asked.

"Push it in more," he whispered.

With a gentle in and out motion, and a lot of sighs from the boy, I worked
my finger in as far as I could reach.

"Okay?"

"Mmmmmmm, so good," he moaned.

I moved it in and out slowly and got more sighs in return.

"I wish your finger was longer and bigger. Keep doing that and kiss me," he
pleaded.

We kissed, trying to pant through our noses. I could feel the heat coming
off the boy's face.  I was surprised how turned on he was.

"I have an idea Tommy," I said and he groaned as I slipped my finger out of
him. "Roll over onto your back and spread your legs.

He did and I knelt beside him. "Now raise you knees so I can put my finger
back inside you."

He did and gave a deep satisfied sigh as my finger slipped back in, even a
little deeper than before.

"Better?" I asked.

Between sighs he said, "but now we can't kiss."

I chuckled. "Here's my better idea," and I bent over and licked his boner.

"Oh yeah! Suck me, please."

I licked my way up and down his cock getting it nice and slippery. Then I
slipped my mouth over the tip of it and slid down until I was nosing his
belly.  The whole time my finger was moving steadily inside the boy.

I loved hearing the moans and groans of pleasure I was getting from the
boy. I don't think he was ever this turned on before.  It took a moment to
get into a rhythm with both my finger and my mouth, especially as I was
also trying to stimulate his prostate. I was enjoying being able to give so
much pleasure to him but I knew he wouldn't last long.

My arm was beginning to get tired from the awkward position when he began
to make more urgent sounding noises. I noticed his boner thicken a bit and
then he let out a loud gasp and his cock began to throb in my mouth. That's
when I tasted it, cum. Thin but sweet boy cum. There wasn't much but the
throbs of his boner were strong and I could see that the orgasm was very
intense for him.

I stopped sucking but kept my mouth on his cock and I very slowly pulled my
finger out of him.  He let his legs flop onto the bunk and continued to
gasp. When I slipped my lips up and off his now deflating boner, I
swallowed, with great satisfaction, my boy's first load of cum.

Tired a bit myself, I lay down beside him and waited for him to
recover. After a couple minutes he did and rolled over to snuggle up
against me. I put my arm around him and stroked him.

"I guess you liked that?" I teased.

"Phew!" He groaned. "That was unbelievable.

"Yes," I agreed. "It sure was."

"That's by far the best dry cum I ever had John."

"Sweetheart, I have news for you."

"What?"

"It wasn't dry."

"What?!"

"Nope." I grinned at him, "I got a nice taste of your sweet boy cum."

He lifted his head and looked at me. "Ya' know, it was kind of different
and it sure was stronger."

"Yeah. You almost went wild there."

"But now I feel wiped out."

"That's one of the differences between dry cums and wet ones.  I've read
that boys seem to be able to do multiple dry cums but wet cums seem to be
more tiring."

"I feel like I could take a nap," he said. "But what about you?"

"We have time sweetie."

We pulled the blankets back over us and lay there snuggling for a while.

Eventually Tommy asked, "Didn't you like it last night?"

"How do you mean Tommy."

"When you were lying behind me with your boner there."

"Oh. I love that. It felt wonderful."

"But then, why didn't you try to put it in me like you did with your
finger?"

I sat up to look at him. "You know about that?"

He frowned. "Yeah, I saw the picture in the catalog and knew right away
that I wanted you to do that."

"Wow." I exclaimed. "I wanted to very much Tommy but I care about you and
didn't want to hurt you."

I lay back down again and he snuggled back up to me. "But your finger
didn't hurt a bit ... well, maybe a little at first but not much and it
went right away."

"Well, my cock is two or three times as thick as my finger."

"But can we try?"

"We'll have to see."

"You don't want to," he pouted.

I hugged him a little tighter. "Don't be like that. I love you and want to
do it with you very much but I just want to be sure I won't hurt you."

"Promise? I'm your boy now."

"Yes you are and I promise."

That got him to look up and smile at me as he climbed up on top and lay
down.  Then he kissed me. It only took a moment or two for both of us to
have to adjust our boners.

When he moved down enough so they were rubbing side by side as he humped
against me, he looked up and asked, "Would you like me to make you cum this
way?"

"Yes please."

He giggled at that. "It will be nice and messy when you cum."

"You're bad." I laughed.

He slipped his arms under mine and held my shoulders from behind.  I kept
my hands moving up his back and down over his buns.  I particularly love
the feel of his buns as he humped against me.  I rand my fingers as far as
I could reach into his crack.  The more turned on I became the more pre-cum
I oozed and the more slippery our cocks became.

At one point I affectionately caressed the side of my boy's face and he
sighed with a smile.  Then I ran my fingers through his hair.  He really
was a good sweet lad and I thought how lucky I was that we found each
other.  I let my mind wander as I wondered if, in a couple years, would he
discover girls and end our sexual relationship.  Yes, I thought, I did love
him and would be happy with whatever direction he and nature chose for him
to go.

Suddenly I was brought back to reality as I realized that I was very
aroused by this boy's body moving against me and his desire to make me cum.
I was close.

"Oh Tommy," I sighed. "I'm getting close."

He began to vary his movements a little and moan a little with his own
arousal.

"Cum for me John," he whispered. "I wanna feel you cum between us."

With one hand, I squeezed one of his buns and with the other arm over his
upper back I hugged him tight to me.

"Oh God Tommy, you're so hot," I gasped. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Cum all over us."

I felt my cock swell and I humped back up to meet him. "Cuming, cuming." I
groaned.

My cock throbbed and I unloaded at least 5 good long shots of cum between
us.

"Oh man John," the boy whispered. "I can feel you shooting. It's so warm,
gushy and slippery."

Now I was spent and I reached both hands down to hold his buns trying to
slow and stop his grinding against me.

"Stop." I gasped.

He did and we lay there for a few minutes soaking up the warmth and
sexiness of it.

Tommy was the first to speak, breaking the spell. "Man John, you flooded
us.  That was so hot."

With my breath back under control, I giggled, "You bring out the best in
me."

"Huh?" The lad lifted his head and looked at me with a confused
look. "Ooohhh, I get it, the best in you.  You're silly John."

I cupped his cheek and smiled at him. "Thanks Tommy.  That was a great
cum."

He slid up enough to kiss me softly and then started to get up.  I pointed
to the end of the shelf to get a fresh towel and had him mop himself
up. When he was done he mopped me up too. Then I suggested that we get out
of the V-birth and use a wash cloth and do a little more clean up.

"I don't want you going home smelling like sex." I half teased.

"Oh, I never thought of that."

"You don't notice it now but if your mom gave you a hug right now she'd
know right away."

"Maybe we should take a swim?" He suggested.

"Good idea. We can do that just before we get the anchor up. It'll be
warmer."

I set about tidying up the V-birth while Tommy scrounged around the galley
getting some juice and breakfast for us.  Neither one of us dressed as the
cabin was warm with the morning sun shining on the hull and deck.  When he
told me that he had breakfast ready I came aft to the galley and was very
impressed.

Breakfast was orange juice, a ham, potato, and egg salad, that his mom had
made, and sliced tomatoes. Unusual for breakfast but it looked amazing.

He placed a plate full for each of us on the dinette table.  I went to get
the juice and when I turned and placed the glasses on the table Tommy was
still standing there.  After I put the glasses down he gently pushed me to
sit on the end of one seat and pushed his way between my knees.

He pulled me into his arms, buried his face in my neck and said, "I love
you John. Thank you for loving me back."

I was very moved and tears came to my eyes.  I gently pushed him back so I
could look at him and then I kissed him on the forehead.

He gave me a funny look, "Why are you crying?"

I wiped the tears away, a little embarrassed, and replied. "Because I'm so
lucky. Let's eat." And we did.

After I cleaned up the galley and we had a quick brisk cleansing swim, with
swim suits, we dried off, dressed and pulled up the anchor.  The sail home
was uneventful.  The weather was fine, the wind fair and the company warm.
The 20 miles flew by all too quickly and soon we were dropping sails and
motoring into the harbor.

After we'd tied up to the dock we went below to gather our stuff. Once he
was all packed up Tommy came close to me and asked, "Will you really do
stuff with me again?"

"Yes, I want that very much sweetie," I said.

"And will you ... you know ... do it like that man and boy in the picture?"

"If that's what you want and I'm sure I won't hurt you."

"Yes, that's what I want." Then he giggle and pointed to the tent in his
shorts.

I giggled too and ran my hand affectionately through his hair making him
smile.

"I ... we will do it, I promise."

And we did, soon ... but that's another story.