Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2013 10:50:04 -0800 (PST)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Mud Humper - Part 3

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The Mud Humper
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Part Three - Our relationship grows deeper
Chapter Eleven - A day of Rest?

After about half an hour of cuddling and kissing I decided that it would be
a good idea for Brox to head home and call his friend Mark to make plans
for the next day.  I had agreed that he could drop in on his way over to
Mark's and on his way home again.  For Brox, it was to make a showing with
his friends and, hopefully, to dispel any possible correct assumptions
about his relationship with me in the minds of Mark, his older brother and
the other older boys in the neighborhood.  For me, it was to be a day of
rest.  It was, to be honest, at the reluctance of us both.

Brox had called to report his plans and the following morning I was pleased
to see him at about 8:30 a.m.  He was genuinely excited about taking Mark
to the new country club to swim in the pool and explore the programs for
kids his age.  However, he didn't stand on ceremony, taking my hand and
leading me up to my bedroom where he stripped down before I had caught my
breath from rushing up the stairs.  Then, his boner leading the way, he
came to me and started on my belt.  In two shakes we were naked on the bed,
me on my back with him on top humping enthusiastically.  We kissed.

After a moment he crawled up with his knees on either side of me and leaned
over offering me his boner for me to to nibble and suck.  "Hurry!  Finger
my butt please.  I'm so horny I could burst."

I sucked enthusiastically on his sweet cock and worked my finger into the
crack of his ass.  I could feel him tremble from the pleasure of my touch.
He must have been careless in rinsing the soap off after his morning shower
because when he gave a little push back on my finger, the tip slipped in
easily up to the first knuckle.

He gave a grateful and lusty grunt and gasped. "Holy shit!  That feels
incredible!"

I made no effort to make a comment or pull it out but proceeded, since he'd
pushed it this far, to insert my finger to the second knuckle and wiggle it
a little.

There were another couple of lusty grunts followed by the squeaking that he
does when he gets very turned on.  He rocked back and forth on my finger
and in my mouth and his spring wound tighter and then let go.  He screeched
in ecstasy as his butt squeezed on my finger and his cock throbbed
rhythmically.  Then he collapsed on my face, panting for breath.  I gently
slipped my finger from him and held him as he slowly calmed.

Finally he regained enough of his senses to roll off of me, actually to my
rather disappointment. "Jeeeeesus!"  He groaned.  "I feel like I just
exploded."

I leaned over and brushed that usual errant lock of hair from his forehead
and kissed him on the nose.  "Glad I could light your fuse my boy."

He gave me a weak grin. "I love it when you call me your boy."

"Me too." I kissed his shoulder.  Then I chuckled. "I hope that didn't wear
you out too much.  You have a busy day of swimming ahead."

Having regained most of his youthful strength, he propped himself up on his
elbow, slid his hand down my stomach to my still mostly hard cock and began
to gently stroke it.  I smiled and enjoyed his touch for a moment and then
put my hand on his to stop him.

He gave me a surprised look. "Don't you want me to make you feel good?"

"You already made me feel wonderful and I can enjoy that for the rest of
the day.  Then you can stop by on your way home and finish this." I grinned
slyly.  Then I added.  "I will probably be semi-hard and dripping all day,
just waiting for you."

"Awwwwwwww ..." He moaned and looked disappointed.

I lifted his chin and gave him a little kiss.  "It will give us something
to look forward to.  Now, we best get dressed and you on your way over to
Mark's.  How are you getting to the country club?"

"Oh, we're riding our bikes."

"Wow, that's about three miles.  Good for you."

We dressed and, down by the back door, had one more good long kiss.  I had
to smile as I watched his having to adjust his boner as he mounted his bike
to ride off.  He waved as he passed around the mail boxes.

The weather was back to nice sunny summertime and I spent the morning
cleaning around the house and doing some grocery shopping.  Then, in the
afternoon, I went down for a few rare hours on the beach as the tide was
perfect and I felt like swimming.

The water was cool and refreshing and I enjoyed three or four dips
alternating after baking in the sun for a while and reading under an
umbrella.  Finally, I enjoyed a swim out to an island of rocks that sits a
couple hundred yards off the beach.  By then it was maybe 3:30 in the
afternoon and I watched as Brox rode his bike across the bridge towards
home.  He passed out of sight but shortly returned to the end of the beach.
He must have seen the note on my door that I left, just in case.

He stood over his bike, wearing just his swim suit and suntan, craning his
neck to see down the beach where most people sit.  When he didn't see me he
looked out in the water to see if I was swimming.  I didn't yell as I
didn't want to make a big deal out of getting his attention for all the
busy bodies who might be watching.  Eventually he spotted me and walked
down the beach to the water's edge, waded out and dove into a small wave.
I watched as he gracefully swam out with long strong strokes.  In no time
he was climbing out of the water.

"Hey!  Whatcha doin' out here?"

"Oh, just watching you swim out to ask me that."

He stuck out his tongue and then laughed. "You're weird."

"Thanks." I smiled. "I try.  How was your day?"

"Oh.  We had a ball.  The club is really nice and the pool is great.  Mark
and I are both water logged and now you make me swim all the way out here
to tell you about it?"

"Touche." I laughed. "I was just about to swim back."

"Now he tells me." Brox groaned.

I grinned.  "C'mon, I'll buy you a soda."

I dove off the West rock that sticks out and is safe for diving.  Then I
called back. "Is this your first time out here?"

"Yeah."

"Okay.  Where I dove is the only place that you can dive in safely and only
at or near high tide.  Everywhere else it's too rocky and shallow."

He rock-hopped over to the West rock and dove in smoothly.  Then we swam
leisurely into the beach.  Just before we were in close enough to wade
ashore I stopped and quietly explained that, for possible nosy onlookers,
he should walk straight up to his bike and ride off ahead, around the
corner out of sight and to my house.

By the time he'd ridden off I'd walked over to my stuff, dried off and
started home.  Maybe I was too paranoid but better to be careful when you
can.  When I arrived back at the house, Brox was waiting for me up on the
porch.  We brushed the sand off our feet and went in.

"I'm gunna take a quick shower to get the salt off.  Wanna join me?" I gave
him a wink.

He grinned. "Yeah.  That's what they say; Save water, shower with a
friend."

Upstairs in my bathroom, we both climbed in the shower with our suits on
and rinsed off.  Then we pealed off our suits, wrung them out and I took
his and tossed them both by the sink.  When I turned back Brox was already
hard and reaching for my dick.  I leaned back as he gently squeezed it and
stroked it into hardness.

Then he leaned in and kissed my chest.  I watched as he kissed each of my
now hard nipples and tentatively licked at them.  His tongue felt warm and
soft on me and I must have moaned softly because he asked, "Does that turn
you on?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

He kissed and licked me lower and I began to wonder, because of our recent
chat about the taste of cum, if he was headed towards sucking me.  I
watched as he explored new territory for him.  Slowly he worked his way
down until my boner was throbbing next to his cheek as he tongued me just
next to my balls.  I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned.

His tongue ran over the loose skin on the front of my balls and onto the
other side of me.  Then he looked up and met my eyes and I said, "You don't
have to Brox.  Not if you're not sure."

He lifted his head from licking up my abdomen towards the head of my cock.
"I've been thinking of doing this all day.  Can we dry off and go into your
bedroom?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

We got out of the shower and dried ourselves without a word.  He took my
hand and led me to the bed.  I sat down but he pushed me onto my back and
spread my legs.  Then he kneeled between them and began kissing and licking
me all over around my cock.  Every moment or two he would look up at me and
smile and after the third or fourth time he put his hand under my hardon
and lifted it up.  I could see a drop of pre-cum on the tip.  When he
looked down at it, he smiled.

He cautiously stuck out his tongue and brought it to the tip of my cock to
lick up the drop of pre-cum.  I watched him think as he savored it.  Then,
without a word, he opened up and wrapped his lips around the head of my
cock.  His mouth was hot and wet and made me throb.

He backed off, licked his lips and smiled saying, "I thought about the
taste and decided that maybe I liked it.  I was right.  I do."

Then I felt his mouth on me again as he took more in and moved his tongue
over my glans.  It was so incredibly warm and soft.  Sexy.  Hot.  I knew
that I wouldn't last long as he started to bob his head and took me in as
far as he could. "Brox, I will tell you when I'm close so you can pull off
if you want.  I wont mind."

My breathing was coming faster as I softly ran my hands over his head.  I
praised his efforts as they were indeed quite good for his first time.  He
was quite talented with his tongue, especially in the sensitive underside
of the head of my cock.  I bet he'd noticed that when I sucked his.  I
imagined us in a sixty-nine and that added to my turn on.

Too soon I could feel myself getting closer to cuming and I said so and
that he could finish me by hand if he wanted.  He ignored my words and
increased his efforts.  Clearly he was turned on by the idea of taking my
cum.  That thought pushed me over the edge and I gasped. "Here it comes
Brox!"

His back straightened and he sucked harder.  The first shot must have
shocked him by it's force but he recovered and kept going for another shot
before his mouth filled and he had to gulp and pull off.  The next two
shots hit him in the face as he tried not to gag.  Through the haze of my
lust I was glad to see him gasp in a breath and then start to giggle.  A
good sign.

He lay down between my legs and rested his head on my hip, not making any
effort to wipe the cum off his face.  He just lay there and watched as the
last of my cum oozed from my still gently twitching cock.

I caressed his head. "You okay sweetie?"

He looked up at me and smiled. "That was awesome.  So fuc ... ah, so hot.
I'm sorry I didn't do better though."

"Sorry?  No way.  You were wonderful and I loved it and it was fucking hot.
Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say fucking hot.  It's okay with me if you use that word when we're
together and, well, something is fucking hot."

"Fucking hot" I could see him turn the words over in his mind and
mouth. "Yeah, it was fucking hot!"

We both laughed.

I grabbed one of the towels that I'd brought from the bathroom when we came
in and cleaned up the lad's face.  Then I kissed him and had him lay back.
He grinned up at me, raised and spread his legs.  "Kiss me down there
... please?"

I kneeled before him and planted my mouth right on his butt hole and
flicked at it with my tongue.  He gasped and pulled my head tighter against
his sweet ass.  I slid my hands up his sides and caressed his soft tummy.
He almost purred and clamped his legs over my ears.

I pleasured him with my tongue and my hands for a couple minutes and then
pulled his legs down so I could move up to lick and kiss his balls and then
his very hard and throbbing boner.  As I took him in and as deep as I could
down my throat, I slipped my middle finger in his butt and moved it in and
out.

It didn't take long for him to start that cute high pitched whine of his,
then to give one strong thrust and start to twitch as he went off in a
powerful dry cum.  This time my finger had been inside him as far as I
could get it and I felt his anus clamp down on it with the rhythm of his
orgasm.

After a minute, he began to come around.  "Awesome," he moaned.  "God, I
could do that all day."

I chuckled and lay down beside him.  "Yeah, it was awesome for me too."

We both said, "I love you," at the same moment and started to laugh.

I sat up and said, "I'd like to hear all about your day but we shouldn't
take too long so you can get home on time."

We cleaned up and I put on dry clothes.  Brox made an ugly face as he had
to get back into his cold wet swim suit.  I teased him and he poked me in
the ribs.  Then we went down and sat on the porch.

It seems that his day was a great success.  Mark had asked where he'd been
the past few days and Brox had explained that his mom had arranged for him
to work on my boat in exchange for sailing and seamanship lessons.  He
thought that maybe Mark bought it as he didn't ask any more about it.

Brox was very excited because he had signed up for golf lessons with the
junior golf instructor and would be busy with that on Monday, Wednesday and
Thursday mornings for the next few weeks.  His mom just had to sign a
permission form and agree with the fees.  He said that he also met a few
kids but didn't want to make Mark feel bad by spending too much time with
them.  He'd see them next week and maybe make friends.

I was very proud of him and said so.  Both for signing up for the golf and
meeting some other kids but also for thinking of Mark's feelings.  His
beaming smile, at that, made me feel really good.

Then I reminded him that he should be on time getting home.  He put out a
pouting lower lip and then laughed.  We got up but then he pulled me into
the kitchen.  Just as I was about to ask what he was doing he rose up on
his tiptoes in front of me, pulled my head down and planted a long wet sexy
kiss on me.

"Whoa!  I'm glad we didn't do that out there." I smiled.

"I want a big wet kiss whenever I can get it just 'cause I love you."

"I love you too sweetie." I tousled his hair. "Now get that sweet butt of
yours home."

He laughed.  "Okay, see ya' tomorrow?"

"Sure.  Call in the morning.  Maybe we can go for a sail and you can
practice navigation."

He scampered happily down the stairs and waved as he pedaled his bike out
the drive.

_____________________________________ Chapter Twelve - A little plotting
and a good storm

The follow morning Brox called at about 8:30 and, as I wanted to make up
some navigational exercises for him and I also had an errand to run, we
made plans to meet at the boat at 10:00.  He said that his mom had insisted
on packing a lunch for both of us.

Then I went out to the marine store to get an extra navigational chart of
the area so that Brox could practice the navigation exercises with a chart
of his own.  Right at 10:00 he arrived at the boat, with a large picnic
basket from his mom strapped to the back of his bike.  We put what looked
to be a gourmet lunch in the ice box and then I presented him with his very
own chart.  I was really pleased as he beamed with pleasure.

I gave Brox his navigational exercises which included plotting courses from
our harbor buoy to one off a reef about a mile out, then to a buoy off the
reef to the west of the islands and finally back to the point off our
harbor entrance.  The course plotting in itself was relatively easy but
then I added that he should look up the tides and currents in the tide
tables and current charts.  Through out the trip, which would be about 5
miles, I would ask him to take hand bearing compass bearings on two
lighthouses on points to the southwest, north and east of us to determine
our positions, relative to his plotted courses, as they are affected by the
currents.

At this point, the look on the boy's face was priceless.  His jaw just hung
there.

"What's the matter Brox?" I asked with a snickering smile.

"No way." He said in a pleading little voice.

I put my hand on his shoulder and gently patted it. "Don't worry kiddo, you
wont run us on the rocks and there's no grade in this class."

"But it's too much.  What if I mess up?" He moaned.

I sat down across from him. "Look at it this way.  First you plot the
courses and check the tide and current situation while we're still here at
the dock.  Then you tell me the first course and about half way there, you
do the hand bearings and plot them.  Then you can tell me how the current
has affected our position and plot a new course to correct for the current.
Since it's a clear day I'll be able to see the buoy anyhow so there's no
danger.

"But ... but ..."

"No buts sailor." I commanded.  Then I grinned and got up.  "Stand up and
come here."

He stood and stepped close to me.  I reached behind him and gently rubbed
his butt. "This is the only butt I like hearing about."

"You're terrible." He smirked.  "But ... er, I mean, well, I'll try."

"That's my boy." I said with a wink.

He smiled back, sat down at the nav station and went to work.  Sitting in
the hatch above him, I watched as he worked very carefully.  Once he was
satisfied that all three plots were good, he asked me to check his work.
It was fairly neat for a first try and correct too.  He beamed as I told
him so and that I was proud of his first efforts.  Then we headed out, set
the sails and left for the first buoy on the course he plotted.

Since I had shown Brox how to use the hand bearing compass the other day,
he practiced taking test bearings until we were about half way.  Then he
took two real bearings and went below to plot them.  I could see the buoy
and it was clear that the current had caused us to drift off course a bit.
So, I changed course and headed for it.  When he returned his recommended
new course was just a couple degrees off.

"Good job kiddo!" I congratulated him.

"But I was off." He moaned.

"Actually," I explained.  "Since I only asked for two bearings you were
bound to be off a little for a number of reasons.  Just the thickness of
your pencil line, how carefully you place the parallel rules and the amount
of time between bearings can affect the result.  A third bearing
dramatically reduces the variables and so, improves the accuracy."

He looked around the horizon. "Is there a third lighthouse or something
that I can take a bearing on?"

I gave him a pleased smile. "Yup, there sure is."  I pointed to a tall
radio station antenna on shore.  "You can use that.  I know it's on the
chart.  Or, you can use that point of land over there." I pointed to where
we had sailed the other day.

"Cool." He ran below to look at the chart.  Then he yelled back up with the
course to the next mark.

I tacked around the buoy and headed off on the next course.  Brox came back
up with a soda for each of us.  I was glad to see him enjoying the exercise
and confident enough now to pause for a soda.

It was about 11:30. "Hungry?" I asked him.

"Nah," He shook his head. "I'm too much into this to stop now to eat."

I laughed.  "Well, it's still early anyhow."

Just before we were about halfway there Brox went to work.  He didn't hurry
but was careful not to be too slow either.  He took each bearing and wrote
them on a piece of paper.  Then he disappeared below to do the plots.
Again, I could see the buoy, that we had drifted a bit off course and made
my own course adjustment.  After a few minutes he came up and stood in the
hatch with a disappointed look on his face.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I must have messed up."

"How so?"

"When I plotted the bearings they made a triangle."

"Oops," I laughed. "My fault.  I should have warned you.  Mark a spot in
the center of the triangle and plot from there."

He went below and a moment later came back.  His course was less than one
degree off.  I gave him a thumbs up and he looked amazed when I told him.
Then he came the rest of the way up and sat beside me on the rail.

"I have a question." He said. "Is this what they call dead reckoning?"

"No. Dead reckoning is a technique of plotting your position based upon
your last accurately known position and using information including course,
speed, time and drift due to current and wind conditions.  Most sailors use
the term loosely."

********** Third Author's Note - "Dead reckoning is the process of
estimating one's current position based upon a previously determined
position, or fix, and advancing that position based upon known or estimated
speeds over elapsed time, and course, used.  A disadvantage of dead
reckoning is that since new positions are calculated solely from previous
positions, the errors of the process are cumulative, so the error in the
position fix grows with time."  - Wikipedia **********

"It's fun but isn't the SatNav better?"

"Yup, it sure is but it's important to know how to do this if the batteries
die or you can't get a satellite fix."  Just then we reached the mark and I
jibed us around, using the last course that Brox had given me, to head for
the last buoy.

He stood up and looked around. "Can I try four bearings?"

"Sure, if you want.  You don't really need four but it's good practice."

"Okay, I'll use the point over there."

This leg of the exercise was only a mile so Brox had to hurry.  He didn't
do quite so well but acknowledged that maybe he should have stuck with just
three bearings.  I was pleased that he had that reaction.  Then I suggested
that he take just the first three bearings and plot them without the
fourth.  His result was closer and that made him feel better.

"You did good Brox." I praised.  "Personally, I think you're a natural.
You didn't get rattled at all."

The smile on his face was worth it's weight in gold.  "Now I'm hungry!" He
announced.

"Okay, me too.  Let's head out.  You take the wheel and I'll get stuff up.
What did your mom make?"

He stopped me from moving. "Mom said I should serve lunch."

I gave him an impressed look and said, "I await your service sir."

He giggled and headed below while I giggled to myself and my unintended
double meaning.

Shortly I was handed a small open deli container along with a plastic fork.
It was shrimp salad and delicious.  Brox sat beside me with his own
container.  After we were done Brox gathered up the empty containers and
disposed of them below.  Shortly he returned with two small sandwich rolls
wrapped in paper towel, one each.  He set his down and carefully opened
mine up for me.  It was an Italian breaded chicken breast sandwich with
lettuce and specially seasoned mayo on a sesame roll and, again, delicious.

In between bites I praised Brox's mom's gourmet lunch.  He smiled and
mumbled with his mouthful, "Wait until you taste the apple crunch turnover
for desert."

"Brox!" I exclaimed. "This is wonderful but I'll get fat!"

He laughed. "More for me to hump then."

I grinned at him. "You horny boy you."

I got a very suggestive look as he lick his lips sensually. "Maybe we can
skinny dip in a while."

I patted my full stomach.  "Surely I'll sink like a rock."

Fortunately, the apple crunch turnover, while it was delightful, was also
small.

Brox took all the debris below and cleaned things up.  Then he came back up
and got me to let him steer with us in the position he clearly liked; Me
standing behind him and he standing on a cushion so his bum was at the
right height.  With my arms around him, I was rock hard in seconds.

It was just then that I heard the thunder.  We had been heading southeast
and had not seen the dark area of a squall build quickly in the Northwest.

"Uh oh." I groaned.  "Looks like one snuck up on us and we're gonna get
wet."

"What do we do?" Brox looked a little frightened.

"Not to worry kiddo.  Let's drop the sails and power in.  I think we'll be
able to make the dock before it really hits bad but we'll get wet."

The sails were down in two shakes.  I got the motor running and the boat up
to speed.  Since the last mark of Brox's nav exercise was the harbor
entrance buoy, we didn't have all that far to go.  Maybe a mile or about 10
minutes.  Twenty minutes to the dock, tops.

By the time we made the buoy the rain had started.  That was a bad sign.
The old sailors' adage says; "Rain before the wind, time to go in."  I
hadn't bothered with rain gear when we started back because I knew it would
be too much of a delay.  I was pissed at myself for not being more
observant but I didn't want Brox to see that until we were safe.

At the turn into our cove the downpour came.  Thank goodness the wind held
off as we and the boat were so drenched, moving around in a heavy wind
would have been slippery and therefore, dangerous.  Another 3 or 4 minutes
and we'd be tied up.  Then the wind could do whatever it wanted ... well,
with in reason of course.

That's just what happened.  I could hear it coming and the moment I secured
the last line it hit. "BROX! Get below!" I yelled over the roar.

I was right on his heals in the hatch and I slid it shut with a bang.  The
two of us just stood there and looked at each other as the boat was heeled
over and rocked back sharply by the heavy gusts.

Then I let go! "DAMN!" I shouted and banged my fist on the galley counter.

Brox looked shocked and then scared.  I took a deep breath and held out my
arms.  "I'm sorry Brox. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at me for not being
more observant and putting you at risk."

He rushed into my arms and hugged me.  I hugged him back, hard.  We were
both trembling.  Partly from the adrenaline and fear and partly from the
wet and now it's chill.

I rubbed his back.  "C'mon sweetie.  We gotta get you dry and warm."  We
went forward to the head and grabbed some towels.  I stripped him down and
dried him off vigorously.  Then I told him to roll up in a blanket in the
forward v-berth.  From the folds of the blanket he watched me strip off and
dry myself as he shivered.

As I finished I heard his shaky voice. "J-j-jjohn. Come under the blanket
with me, I'm freezing."

I crawled up and lay down beside him and he covered me with the blanket.
As I lay back and relaxed, I started to shiver too.  I was surprised just
how cold I was.  We wrapped our arms about each other and hugged.  There
was nothing sexual about it, we were just too cold.  Brox was warming up
faster as he had a head start.  As he calmed down he grew sleepy.  A
natural reaction.  He rolled on his back and pulled my arm over him.

Soon, as the wind and rain continued to pummel the boat, I warmed and grew
sleepy as well.  Sometime, as we slept, Brox turned his back to me and we
spooned closely.  After an hour or so I slowly began to awake and noticed
that I was aroused and my cock had somehow found it's way into the crevice
of Brox's soft warm bum.

It was a delicious feeling and I was beginning to find it difficult not to
move against him but I didn't want to wake him.  Fortunately, I was on the
outside in the bunk and I was able to gently move away without waking him.
Once out of the bunk I gathered up our clothes, wrung them out and hung
them up in the galley.  I found a swim suit and put it on along with a
light windbreaker.

The wind and rain had slackened off and I was able to slide back the hatch
to look around.  There was blue sky to the West that was headed our way.
Everything seemed okay outside so I set about moping up inside the cabin
knowing that the sun would soon be out again.

By the time the cabin was as dry as I could get it, the sun had arrived.
So, I took Brox's clothes up and hung them up on the life lines in the sun,
and now light breeze, to dry faster.  Just as I finished this a car drove
up and Brox's Mom got out.  I walked up the ramp from the dock to meet her.

"Hi." I called out and waved.  "We got a bit soaked.  Brox is below wrapped
in a blanket.  I think he fell asleep waiting for his stuff to dry."  I
wondered if that sounded as lame and defensive to her as it did to me.

She waved casually back. "Hi John.  I saw the storm from uptown and was a
little worried.  He's okay?"

I was glad, not to mention a little surprised based on past experience, to
see the level of concern. "Yeah but I'm sure he'll be embarrassed to have
fallen asleep while I did the clean up and then to know his Mom's checking
up on him.  We didn't beat the rain before we docked but we did beat the
wind."

She laughed. "Yes, he's at that age.  I was driving back and saw you there
so I just stopped to check.  You don't need to tell him."

I was relieved that she didn't want to see him, his being naked under the
blanket and all.  I laughed with her. "Oh, you mean I can't tease him about
his Mom checking up on him?"

She cracked up. "Sounds like you have a good relationship with him.  I'm
glad."

Now more relaxed, I took a moment to fill her in on the navigational
exercise I put him through and told her how impressed I was with his
performance and enthusiasm.  She seemed a little surprised but pleased.
Feeling on a roll I decided to ask her about his coming along to help when
I take some friends out over the weekend.  She was more than okay with it
as she and her husband were going to be attending a function at the country
club Saturday night.  She offered to contribute food but I politely
declined, explaining that my friend and his wife were providing the food.
Then I took the opportunity to thank her for today's delightful lunch.

With that she started back for her car. "Well, I'm glad you're both okay.
It seemed like a bad storm."

I nodded. "Yes, indeed, it was a surprisingly strong one but Brox handled
himself well and helped me get us back in time.  He's a good lad and a
promising sailor."

She smiled at that. "Yes, he is a good boy, most of the time."  We both
chuckled at that.

"Thank you for taking an interest John."  She got in her car and waved as
she backed out.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I headed back down into the boat to wake Brox
up.  I gently shook his shoulder.  "Hey there sleepy head, time to get up."

Then I went back up on deck to check his clothes.  They were still damp.
When I climbed back down he was standing there in all his naked glory.  As
I stood there for a moment to enjoy looking at him, I was rewarded with the
sight of his rising erection.

He clearly enjoyed being admired. "I can see you like me looking at you
naked."

He grinned.  "I love it when you look at me like you do when I'm
undressed."  He stepped over to me and put his hands on the waist of my
swim suit. "And, I like looking at you naked too."  Then he tried to slide
my suit down but the draw string was too tight.

I chuckled. "Oh, so you woke up horny?" And I winked at him.

He put his arms around me. "I got horny when I felt your boner against my
butt when we were in the bunk together and I wish we were back there now."

I kissed the top of his head.  "Good thing I got up then.  Your Mom was
just here."

He stepped back in surprise.  "Jeez, good thing she didn't come down and
find me naked in there then.  What did she want?"

"She was worried about her little boy."

He rolled his eyes as I laughed. "I'm almost 14." He grumbled.

I chuckled to myself remembering him proudly telling me he'd just turned 13
recently but I didn't call him on it.  I kissed the top of his head again,
enjoying the boyish smell of his hair. "Brox, she will still worry about
you as her little boy when you're 23, 33 and so on.  That's what mothers
do."

"Yeah, I know." He conceded.

I smiled down at him. "Besides, she knew you'd be embarrassed if she came
down and found you naked under the blanket.  So she didn't come down."

He looked surprised. "You told her?"

"Not that you were naked but that you were wrapped up in a blanket in a
bunk and fast asleep.  But, she had to see your clothes hanging up to dry.
I'm sure it's cool Brox."

He looked a bit relieved and then pulled my head down so he could kiss me
on the lips.  We enjoyed it for a few moments and then I broke it off
gently.  "So, you see why our fooling around on the boat while here at the
dock is risky."

"Yeah, I guess." He reluctantly agreed but then added with
enthusiasm. "Let's go up to your house then."

I caved easily. "Okay.  I'll get your clothes down but they're still damp."

He grinned. "I wont be wearing them long enough to notice."

He was quick to dress and, after I closed the boat, we started up to the
house.  Once inside I asked him, "Do you know what doing a 69 means?"

"I've heard the older boys talk about it but didn't want to look stupid so
I never asked.  I figure it has to do with sex though."

"Yup, it sure does."

As we climbed the stairs he asked with a little boyish impatience. "So,
what is it?"

I grinned as we walked into my room. "Think of the two numbers as two
people."

I sat down and watched as the wheels turned behind his brown eyes and then,
as a knowing smile crossed his face and he crooned. "Oh yeah, coooooollllll
... "  Then he began to strip off his clothes.

I stood up and took mine off as well.  Then I lay down on my back in the
middle of the bed.  "You want to give it a try?"

"Awesome." He climbed up and kneeled beside me.  His dick was already at
proud attention.

"Kneel on either side of my head Brox and then lean forward on your hands.
I think you can figure it out from there."

"This is going to be hot." He whispered as he straddled my head and leaned
down so his face was over my now hard cock.

I reached up and gently guided his boner into my mouth as I felt his tongue
take a first lick at the head of mine.  He moaned softly as I wrapped my
lips and tongue around him and I sighed as his lips slipped lower on me.
He took a few moments to slick up my dick and start a slow up and down
sucking motion.  As I got his cock wet and slippery, he started to move his
hips in a gentle fucking rhythm.

I breathed in the funky boyish smell of his butt and moved my hand over his
buns.  I could feel the vibrations of his sighs as I touched him there and
knew that he'd want my finger to touch his tight sensitive little hole.
When I did, his rhythm faltered at the sudden surge of pleasure but he was
quick to recover.  I continued to touch him there and could feel him
getting more aroused and his sucking become more ardent.

I brought my hand down and, with a little difficulty, got it to my mouth.
Along with still nursing on his cock, I was able to get it good and slicked
up.  Then I brought it back up and gently worked the tip into him.  He
pushed back a little, grunted and immediately sunk down on my cock as far
as he could and stopped moving on it.  The presence of my slowly wiggling
finger tip was driving him nuts and close to a dry cum.

I worked on his dick with my tongue and tried to move my mouth on him as he
had stopped his fucking motion.  My finger tip in his tight ass was
obviously holding his complete attention.  I slipped it in a tiny bit more
and that pushed him over the edge.  His boner began to twitch in my mouth
and he began to keen as he does so sweetly when he cums.  I could feel the
vibrations again on my cock and it was very exciting.  To know that I could
give such intense pleasure to the boy was a huge turn on.

I knew that in a moment his cock would get too sensitive to remain where it
was under the onslaught of my tongue.  So, I was prepared when he began to
struggle to get it out but not let mine slip out of his mouth.  I removed
my finger from its warm place and lifted his hips up just enough to release
his still very hard but sensitive cock.  Again with my hands, I guided his
hips back down and a little forward so I could lick his balls and then up
his perineum.  Right away he knew where I was going and aided me by
improving my access.

He was definitely a bit more ripe to the taste there, having not showered
just beforehand like last time.  But, he was far from dirty and, in fact, I
found it rather a huge turn on.  Having recovered enough, he resumed his
assault on my cock with serious suction and movement.  His tongue had
gained in talent and between the pleasures to me of his mouth doing a
fabulous job and mine having a great time as well, I soon was close to my
own eruption.

"Oh Brox," I mumbled between his buns. "Oh my love.  I'm so close."

I felt a hand begin to gently feel my balls and then was amazed to feel the
tip of my hardon enter the back of his throat without his gagging.  It was
an advanced effort on his part and a clear indication that he loved what he
was doing.  It was the second time he took me that deep that I roared over
the edge and grunted loudly.  The first throb and shot was deep in his
throat and I felt him swallow.

Then he milked me through the next three or four until he pulled off enough
to hold some cum in his mouth to, I imagined, enjoy the flavor.  That's
when I heard and felt him go "Mmmmmmmmmmmm ..."

I dropped my head down on the bed and gasped for breath.  After his pause
he gave me another deep throat and a few more swallows and licks with his
tongue.  Then he rolled off, turned and cuddled up beside me with what
could only be described as a loving, satisfied and peaceful smile on his
sweet ruggedly handsome face.

He nuzzled down to my ear and whispered into it. "I love you."

I whispered back. "I love you too."

____________________________ Chapter Thirteen - A celibate weekend

It was getting late and I wanted to tell Brox what I had asked his Mom when
she stopped at the dock.  Cuddling here in the afterglow of our orgasms
seemed like as good a time as any.

"Sweetie, I have some friends who reminded me that I promised to take them
on an overnight on the boat.  They called last night and asked if I could
do it this weekend."

"Awwwwwwww ..." He pulled away a bit so he could look at me.  "So we just
have tomorrow before you go back to work Monday?"

"No.  I was going to walk back with you this afternoon and ask your mom if
you could go along and help out."

"Yes!  Wow!  Cool!"  He excitedly interrupted me.

I chuckled.  "But, when she stopped by the boat, while you were sleeping
naked," I added as I tickled him in the ribs.  "I took the opportunity to
ask her and she said it would be okay.  So, I take it you think you'd like
to go?"

Now he sat bolt upright. "Are you kidding!  You bet I wanna go!" Then he
started bouncing up and down on the bed in his excitement.

I laughed.  "Okay tiger but we have to clean the boat tomorrow before they
arrive.  They're bringing all the food and my friend's wife is going to do
all the galley cooking duties.  All us guys have to do is run the boat and
wash the dishes."

He looked thoughtful for a second and then more like a scheming expression
came over his face. "Well, you can do the dishes and I'll run the boat."

He was wide open and I rose up and attacked with merciless tickling. "Oh
yeah?  You're just the cabin boy kiddo.  You'll be lucky to get up on deck
you'll be so busy washing dishes and cleaning the head."

He was so ticklish that he was helpless and fell back onto his back and I
rolled onto him and continued my relentless attack.  However, while he was
weak with his near hysterical laughing and had tears running down his
cheeks, I quickly noticed that he was rock hard again and poking me in my
stomach.  I couldn't help myself and while I continued with one hand to
tickle him, I slid down and taking his boner in my other hand aimed it and
dropped my mouth over it.  His reaction was a thrust up and he began to
groan instead of laugh.  In moments he launched into the hard delightful
twitching of his second dry cum in 20 minutes.

I stopped tickling and, the moment I sensed his dick was getting sensitive,
I let go and flopped back on the bed.

It took a couple moments and then he moaned. "God, sex is so awesome."

He rolled up against me and put a leg over mine.  He saw that I was hard
again and gently held it.  "I'll wash all the dishes you want and even
clean the head.  Just so long as you keep making me cum like that."

I patted his head. "Don't worry sweetie.  I'll help you with the dishes and
even the head."  I kissed his cheek.  "Now, we should get you home.
Tomorrow's a busy day."

"Oh, okay." He gave an overly dramatic sigh and gave me a kiss.

Then we got up, dressed and Brox headed off home.  He yelled back, waving,
that he'd be here at 9:00 in the morning.

The following morning dawned bright and beautiful and, after a good
breakfast, I was treated to the sound of squeaking bicycle brakes down in
the driveway and the enthusiastic shout of my boy Brox. "Ho John!  You up,
up there?"  That was followed by a little frisky and dirty chuckle.

I stepped out on the porch and peered down, making like I didn't get his
double meaning. "Hey there kiddo.  Yes, I'm awake.  Stay there.  I'll come
out through the garage."

I made my way down to the garage, opened up the door and was greeted with a
boy standing there with his hands on his hips and a frown on his handsome
face.

"What?" I asked, feigning innocence at first and then sticking out my
tongue.

"Oh you!" He growled shaking his head.

I chuckled.  "I thought I was the one making the bad jokes?  Besides, I was
up earlier but was all by myself."

"Awwwwwww," he mocked.  "I could have been here at 7 and given you a hand."

I laughed and pointed at him, "Good come back."

He groaned and then sniggered.  "That's me, an up and cuming comedian."

I cracked up.  "Good Lord!  I've created a monster."  Then I tousled his
hair.

Brox gave me a serious look. "I really can you know."

"Can what?"  I asked, clearly having missed something.

"Well," he explained with a conspiringly low voice. "If you leave the
kitchen door unlocked, I can sneak in early some mornings and climb into
bed with you."

I looked down and spied a tent growing in his shorts.  "Whoa there boy or
you'll have me up this morning after all."  We both chuckled.

"Mmmmmm," He grinned at me.  "Can we?"

"I'd love to kiddo but we have a lot to do this morning."

He pushed out a pouting lower lip and then smiled.  "Can't blame me for
trying."

"And I love you for it."  I tousled his hair again.  "But let's get this
stuff down to the boat."

The night before I had loaded up the lawn cart with a bunch of my gear for
the overnight on the boat.  I rolled it out and Brox took over pushing it
as I grabbed a carton of other stuff.  "So, you ready to do some boat
cleaning?"

"Yup." Brox smiled.  "I wore my old swim suit 'cause I figured we'd be
getting dirty and wet."

"Good thinking." I said as we started walking down to the dock.  "We'll
start on deck and then, while that's all drying, we can clean below.  Then
I'll give you an idea of what you'll need to bring."

"Oh yeah.  My mom asked what I would need."

"Well, it wont be much."

Once at the boat we stowed all the stuff below and then re-closed up the
cabin so we could give the outside of the boat a good scrubbing.  First I
put Brox to work scrubbing all the teak woodwork.  It was going to be a
rather filthy job as it hadn't been cleaned since spring.  I had Brox take
off his T-shirt and noticed, with a leering grin, that his old swim suit
must have been from last year because it was a bit too small.  It showed
off all his bits and buns to my delight.

While I began to check out all the rigging and lines, Brox began to work
his way back from the bow.  I was constantly distracted watching him.  He
really was a very attractive boy.  Every once in a while I noticed him look
sideways at me with a grin and I soon realized that he was well aware of my
enjoying watching his body work.

He'd scrub a section of teak and then, with the hose, rinse away the suds.
At one point he saw me looking at his cute butt in his tight swim suit and
spritzed me with the hose.

"Hey!" I exclaimed is surprise.

He laughed and grinned over at me. "Gotta cool you down before you cum in
your pants."

I waggled my finger at him.  "You'll get yours my boy."

He laughed again. "When?" He challenged."

I grinned back. "Sooner than later."

He was leering back at me now.  "That's what I was hoping you'd say."

We both laughed and I just shook my head.  "Keep working and maybe you'll
get a popsicle for lunch."

"Or maybe a hot dog?" He laughed.

Once Brox had all the woodwork sparkling we moved back to the bow and began
cleaning the deck and cabin house.  This quickly turned into a bath for
both of us.  He would soap up an area and I'd hose it off.  At one point I
accidentally squirted him with the hose and he threw a sudsy sponge at me
catching me square in the chest.  By the time we'd reached the stern, the
boat, Brox and I were all clean and it was lunch time.

Fortunately, I'd figured this would happen and had put a couple towels out
on the dock.  We dried off and I suggested that we walk up to the house for
a sandwich while the deck dried.

We sat on the porch, both enjoying the pause from work and a quick lunch.
I particularly enjoyed the view of Brox's boy bits tightly held by his too
small bathing suit as he sat across from me with his knees purposely spread
wide.

He soon noticed the direction of my gaze.  "What are you looking at?" He
demanded with a knowing grin.

"Desert." I quipped with a chuckle.

He grinned back at me with a twinkle in his eye as he whispered back.
"Sounds good to me.  I'll have mine with whipped cream please."  Then I
watched as the bundle in the front of his suit begin to swell.  It looked
like he might burst a seam.

I was just about to get up and kneel between Brox's knees when the phone
rang.  Instead, I went into the kitchen to answer it.  It turned out to be
my friend Sam with news that they could come out from the city early.  He
wanted to know if that was okay.  I told him it was and they said they'd be
at the dock by 3 p.m.

Just as I hung up a very horny boy slipped his arms around my waist and
rubbed his crotch against my thigh.  "Let's go upstairs John."

He was looking up at me with the flush of arousal on his cheeks.  He was
gorgeously sexy at that moment and I leaned down and kissed him on the
lips.  Our tongues met and we both groaned.

Then I gently pulled away.  "I'm sorry sweetie.  That was my friend Sam on
the phone and they're coming out early so, as much as I want to, I don't
think we have time."

The look on his face broke my heart.  I looked down at his bathing suit and
it was clear that he was in need and I realized that I had sort of teased
him into this state.  So, I knelt down and, slipping my hands around to his
bum, pulled his swollen pouch into my face.

"Quick sweetie.  Slide 'em down right here."

He swayed his hips as he struggled with them but after a moment they were
at his ankles and his very hard boner was in my mouth.  I sucked hard and
ran my tongue over the head of his swollen cock.  He moaned deeply as I
slipped my finger between his cheeks and in to touch his hole.  I pushed
and it easily went in to the first knuckle.  Within a few moments and
wiggles of my finger, he was over the edge and his boner was twitching
wildly against my tongue.  I nursed on him until he became too sensitive
and then I let him slip from my mouth.

"Wow Brox."  I looked up with a smile.  "You must have been super turned on
to cum that fast."

His breathing was returning to normal as he smiled shyly back.  "I started
getting horny when I saw how you were watching me on the boat."

"Yeah." I chuckled. "You look so hot in that tight bathing suit.  You
better not wear it while my friends are here."

He reached out and started to rub my swollen crotch. "Now let me have that
popsicle you promised."

I started to say no but he was already pulling my suit down and quickly
took my cock into his mouth.  His warm soft tongue took control and I could
no longer resist.  He worked fast and eagerly.  I'd been half worked up all
morning myself and rewarded his youthfully enthusiastic efforts with a
speed that surprised us both.  My cum was both sudden and hard and it was
difficult for me to keep from falling down.  I could see him gulping to
swallow and a lot of cum seeped out of the corner of his mouth and ran down
his chin.

I backed up and leaned against the wall. "Phew Brox.  That was intense."

He stood up with a silly grin on his face and ran his tongue over his
lips. "Mmmmmmmm, never had that flavor popsicle before."

I pulled up my suit and grabbed a piece of paper towel.  "C'mere kiddo.
You got popsicle on your chin."  I wiped the cum off.

We stood there just smiling at each other for a moment and then I
remembered that we still had a boat to get ready for guests.  "We'd better
get a move on.  We still have a cabin to clean."

The rest of the afternoon went very well and the boat was ready just as Sam
and his wife Sally, arrived at three on the dot.  As I introduced them to
Brox, I was pleased to see that they both were quite taken with him.  We
quickly loaded all the food that Sally had brought in the galley.  Then I
showed them up to the forward cabin to stow their gear.

While they were in there, Brox grabbed my hand and pulled me up on deck.
He had an unhappy look on his face.  "I thought that was going to be where
we slept John."

I took a quick look to be sure they were still up forward. "I'm sorry
sweetie.  But I don't think it would be a good idea for us to sleep up
there.  It might give them ideas."

The pout on that sweet face nearly broke my heart for the second time in
one day.  I cupped his cheek in my hand.  "You know there's nothing I'd
like to do more than cuddle with you all night and I promise Brox, we'll do
that but just not this weekend.  You understand, don't you?"

He gave me a weak smile.  "Yeah, I guess."

I tousled his hair.  "You know I love you.  Why don't you run up to the
house and get your stuff like we talked?  Tell your mom that we'll be back
around three Sunday afternoon."

"Okay." He still looked sad but he headed up the ramp from the dock.

As I watched my eyes fell on his two sweet buns gloriously and tightly held
in that too small swim suit.  "Brox!"  I called out and ran after him.

He stopped and looked back as I came trotting up.  "What?"

I gasped and quietly said, "Change out of that swim suit my boy or I may
not be able to keep my hands off you all weekend."

He looked down at his obvious boy package and blushed. "Oh my gosh.  You
think they noticed?"

"No," I laughed.  "Your T-shirt covered you but I sure noticed as you ran
up the dock."

That got his cute smile back. "How soon do you want me back?"

"We'll shove off as soon as you can get back."

He was off in a cloud of dust.  Ah, the resiliency of youth.

Back on the boat I explained to Sam and Sally that, as soon as Brox
returned, we'd head out and sail across the bay to another island where a
nice little harbor was.  Then we could anchor outside for a swim.  Later we
would motor inside to spend the night and enjoy the sunset.

About a half hour later Brox was delivered back by car and his mom came
down to see us off.  She laughingly, and much to the embarrassment of Brox,
admonished all three of us adults to not let her son take over.  "No
mutinous boy's allowed," she said, waggling her finger at the poor lad.

We all chuckled and I put an arm over Brox's shoulder.  "Don't worry, we
wont make him walk the plank.  If he gets too rowdy we'll just keelhaul
him."

********** Author's Note - "Keelhauling (Dutch kielhalen) 'to drag along
the keel' is a form of punishment meted out to sailors at sea. The sailor
was tied to a line that looped beneath the vessel, thrown overboard on one
side of the ship, and dragged under the ship's keel, either from one side
of the ship to the other, or the length of the ship (from bow to stern). As
the hull was usually covered in barnacles and other marine growth, if the
offender was pulled quickly, keelhauling would typically result in serious
cuts, loss of limbs and even decapitation. If the victim was dragged
slowly, his weight might lower him sufficiently to miss the barnacles, but
this method would frequently result in his drowning.  Keelhauling was
legally permitted as a punishment in the Dutch Navy. The earliest official
mention of keelhauling is a Dutch ordinance of 1560, and the practice was
not formally abolished until 1853. Keelhauling has become strongly
associated with pirate lore."  - Wikipedia **********

Every body laughed except Brox who gave me a very long and loud Bronx cheer
which made his mother blush and exclaim, "BROXTON!?!"

With that, we said our goodbyes, untied and motored out of the harbor.  I
could see that Brox didn't really mind the teasing as he took right to
handling his responsibilities as the extra hand.  He carefully put away the
dock lines and bumpers and then he and Sam helped get the sails up.

We had a great sail over to the other side of the bay and then, after
anchoring off the beach, we had a nice swim.  I showed Brox and Sam how to
swing off the bow on the spinnaker halyard and drop in the water.  Sam was
masterful with a Tarzan yell and Sally just shook her head at us three boys
being, well, boys.

Later, we motored inside and re-anchored.  Sally had been busy in the
galley and shortly we all sat down to a fantastic supper.  Afterwards, Brox
and I tackled the dishes while Sam and Sally had some private time up on
deck.

I suggested to the lad that we take our time and let them enjoy themselves.
He snickered just like the boy he was and I poked him. "You're just
jealous."

He glared at me and, as I turned my back, he groped my butt and goosed me.
I jumped and he cracked up laughing.  "That'll teach ya' to tease an
innocent little kid."

"Innocent my ass." I laughed.

"What's going on down there?" Sam called from above.

"Just putting down a minor revolt by the galley slave." I laughed and
called back as Brox began trying to tickle me in the ribs.

"Need help?" Sam offered."

"Nah, thanks Sam."  I grabbed Brox in a hug, holding his arms to his sides
as he giggled.  "You guys enjoy yourselves.  We'll be done in a few minutes
and come up."

Then I whispered in the lad's ear, "Truce?"

"No." He continued with an evil giggle.

Now I sounded a little serious. "C'mon Brox.  Let's finish here and go up
on deck."

"Oh, okay."  He calmed down.  "You're not mad are you?"

"No."  I patted his shoulder and handed him some dishes to put away.

We were quiet for a few minutes and then he whispered.  "I brought my
harmonica."

"You what?"  I looked with surprise.

"I brought my harmonica.  Can I play it up on deck?"

"Wow.  Sure, if you want.  I didn't know you could play an instrument." I
suppressed my desire to make a double meaning joke.

"Yeah." He beamed. "My grandfather gave it to me and gave me lessons."

"That's cool."  I praised.  "I'd love to hear you play."

Brox was awesome.  We all were very impressed at his playing both old folk
songs, some current pop tunes and even a little classical thing that I
didn't recognize but was quite good.  Sam and Sally heaped praise on him
and he blushed a lot but was clearly very proud.  He even got some applause
from a boat or two anchored nearby.

In between Brox's playing we had some good conversation but eventually, as
tends to happen when out on overnights on a boat, people start to yawn and
turn in early.  It's the fresh salt air I guess.  Sam and Sally retired to
the forward cabin about ten o'clock and Brox and I worked out our sleeping
arrangements in the main cabin.

The dinette on the port side can be converted to a twin sized bunk that the
boat builder calls a double.  I could tell that Brox would have just loved
to talk me into sleeping there.  However, it would have been easily seen,
and the purpose rather obvious to Sam and Sally, when they came out to use
the head.

The settee on the starboard side was a narrower bunk and I had Brox roll
out his sleeping bag there.  I opted for the wider bunk that was behind the
nav station under the cockpit seat on the starboard side.  I actually liked
this space as it was pretty roomy and provided quick access to any
emergency on deck.

Brox put on a pair of boxer shorts to sleep in and I opted for my usual
sweat shorts which were nice and baggy.  It wasn't long before I heard the
boy's soft slow breathing and I drifted off to sleep.

It seemed to have been just minutes since I closed my eyes when I was
awakened to Brox's pushing at my shoulder and whispering.  "John.  Wake up.
Wake up."

"Huh?" I was groggy, having been sound asleep. "Whasa mattah?"

"Listen."

From the bunk, I could look up at the sky but it seemed okay.  No clouds,
lightening or thunder.  Just stars.  "What?"

"Listen."  Brox whispered with a little more urgency.

I heard a noise from the forward cabin. "It's nothing." I said.  "Go back
to bed."

"No.  Listen."  He was a little frustrated.  "They're doing it."

Now fully awake, I rolled my eyes and then realized that he'd not be able
to see it. "Lucky them." I groaned.

"Yeah." I could hear the leering grin in his voice. "Can't I get in bed
with you?"  He pleaded in a whispered.

I was tempted but knew it was a bad idea as they might come out to use the
head.  "No Brox, it's not a good idea.  Just try to go back to sleep."

"Oh please?"

"No sweetie.  Remember?  We have to be careful."

"Yeah, I know but ..."

"I'm sorry sweetie.  I know it's frustrating."

"Well, can I at least kiss you good night?"

"Okay."

He leaned in with his hand to find my shoulder and we kissed.  It went on
for a moment and his hand began to move down onto my chest.  I pulled away.
"Brox, I'm serious now.  We can't.  Please.  You know I love you."

"Yeah.  Okay."  He sighed and straightened up.

"You're not mad are you?" I asked.

"No."  He sighed again.  "I love you too."

He returned to his bunk and settled down.  Shortly, I could hear the
rustling of movement from his bunk.  I assumed that he was beating off and
smiled to myself.  It was quickly followed by the familiar squeaks that he
sometimes makes when he cums.  Then his breathing slowed and grew soft and
regular.  A few minutes later someone came out of the forward cabin to use
the head.

The rest of the weekend was great.  The sailing was beautiful.  Sally's
meals were fit for a king and Brox settled in to his role as ship's
musician, top hand and frustrated sex starved cabin boy.  Actually, that's
not fair.  He really did understand and even apologized for his first
night's behavior.  And I told him that I too understood his feelings.  I
promised him that the first weekend that we could work it out, he and I
would go out for the night.  Just the two of us.

When we returned home, everyone chipped in to clean up the boat.  Many
hands make light work and in no time she was as clean as when we started.
Then it was time for Sam and Sally to leave and in parting, they gave great
praise to Brox for both his new skills on the boat and his entertaining
them with his harmonica.  He was obviously pleased as he basked in the good
feelings of knowing he'd done well.  I was very proud of him and not only
told him so but his mom as well, when I walked him home later.

__________________________________________ Chapter Fourteen - Monday,
Monday, can't trust that day

That old song by The Mamas and The Papas' was never truer.  It was one
downhearted Brox when he realized that tomorrow was Monday and I'd have to
go back to work.

By the time we'd cleaned the boat up, said good-bye to Sam and Sally and
hauled all our stuff up to my house it was getting close to when Brox had
to be home.  Brox went into the living room while I loaded a bunch of dirty
towels and clothes into the washing machine.  When I came back out and
found him he was lying on the sofa softly crying.

"What's this?" I said softly as I sat down beside him.

"I ... I ... ham ... gonnah ... miss ... uwhoo ..." he managed to say
in-between soft sobs.

I leaned down and smoothed his hair and patted his shoulder.  "I'm gonna
miss you too sweetie but I'll be home by 6 o'clock and maybe you can come
over to say hi."

"Th ... hat lay ... hate?" he moaned.

I smiled. "C'mere."

He sat up and I sat back and held out my arms.  He moved over and straddled
my lap facing me, buried his face in my neck and mumbled, "I don't want you
to go."

I rubbed his back softly.  "I have to sweetie.  I have to make a living so
I can eat.  If I don't eat I wont have the strength to do stuff with my
boy."

He sat back and made a face rolling his eyes.

"C'mon kiddo."  I smiled. "Give us a kiss."

He gave me a teary wet peck on the cheek.

I frowned. "Now I know my boy can do better than that."

He tried to keep a straight face but I could see the start of a twinkle in
his eye.  Then he leaned in and planted a good wet one on me, wrapping his
arms around my neck and hugging me tight.  I rubbed his back up and down
and then slid my hands up under his shirt.  His back was warm and smooth.

I grew hard and I guess he did too as we both reached down to adjust
ourselves but he never broke his lip lock on me.  I moved my hands down to
cup and squeeze his butt cheeks and soon he was pushing himself against me
trying to rub our boners together.

After another minute he broke the kiss and panted, "I have to be naked.  I
want to be naked like this.  Please."

I was so turned on by the urgency of his voice that I just nodded and we
quickly got up, stripped and the moment I was seated again he climbed back
onto my lap and resumed his kissing me.  I couldn't control my hands.  They
were all over him, feeling every inch of his smooth soft hot body, from his
shoulders and arms, down his back, over, around and under his bum and along
his legs which were straddled on either side of mine.

It seemed as if the realization that we might not have a chance to be
together like this for a week set off a passion in us both.  His insistent
hunching against me seemed as if he had a need that couldn't be fulfilled.
After a few moments he lifted up on his knees, as if reaching for something
but his hand slipped down between us and I felt him pushing my penis away
from my belly.  Then he lowered himself again and I felt my cock being
pushed further down as he sat on it.

I tensed, afraid that it would penetrate him and hurt him.  But, slick with
pre-cum, it slid past, along the crack of his ass and he trembled and
sighed.  He raised up again, just a little, and the tip of my cock slipped
back across his hole.  Then he lowered himself back, trembling and moaning.
He kept up this movement and, not that I minded, but I just had to say
something so I broke our kiss.

At that he moved back enough to look at me but didn't stop his small up and
down movements that deliciously slid the head of my cock over his tight
little hole.  With his hands on my shoulder now, he kept his eyes closed
and I could see the lust on his sweet boyish face.

"You like that Brox?" I whispered.

"Oh yeah," he sighed.  "I love feeling your boner rub me there."

"Me too." I said, still whispering.  "It feels so sexy it's gonna make me
cum soon."

He smiled. "I had a cum once already and wanna cum again."

Then he slid his arms around my neck and kissed me again.  In a minute I
noticed him tense a bit and then tremble.  He was almost cuming again and
at that moment he moved a bit the wrong way and the head of my cock caught
at his hole and stuck hard.  He gasped and came hard.  That set me off and
I began to shoot too.  I pulled him tight in my arms to stop his moving as,
even in the height of the passion of the moment, I was afraid that the
added lubrication of my cum, my cock might slip in and hurt him.  While I
wanted to be inside him desperately at that moment I more desperately
didn't want to hurt him.  The two of us clung together trembling in mutual
bliss.

Finally, I was able, though reluctantly, to move him enough that my cock
slid back along the crack of his ass and he could settle into my lap.
Slowly his breathing calmed and he began to giggle.

"What?" I moaned.

He giggled again. "I was just thinking that I could get used to Sunday
evening good-byes."

I pushed him back so I could look at him.  "Now that's my sexy lover boy!"

He gave me a tired grin.  "And you're my sexy lover man."

We hugged and kissed again but both realized that it was time to go.  Lucky
for me I had sat on my shirt as it was drenched with cum.  As was a certain
private place of the cute lad standing kind of bowlegged in front of me.

"Okay kiddo.  Let's take a quick shower and get you home.

Luckily, he was right on time when we got to his house.  I checked with his
mom about needing him to crew again next weekend and she agreed, much to
Brox's delight.  I said my good-byes and as I walked back down the drive I
looked over my shoulder and there was my boy in an upstairs window.  He
waved but had a sad look on his sweet face.

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Next:  Part Four - A long Hot Summer
Chapter Fifteen - Hard at work