Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2013 03:13:06 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M\V Jean Peterson. Part 13

Simon and Robin
____________________________________________________________________________
_

They were escorting the Ocean 6 at 8 knots, the weather was good and
therefore the risk was higher. Sailing past Somalia in rough weather may
be a bit uncomfortable, but pirate attacks in those conditions are zero
and therefore a bit of a break. Still, it did not last long and there was
now plenty of chance for Andrew and Paula to start practice flying the
JP1 and 2. Andrew took to it very well and although he would not reach
the standard of either Marcell or Jon, he would be able to at least take
off and fly to a possible threat to use the cameras. His "bombing" was
dreadful and just could not get the hang of it. Still, he could land
which was a bonus! Paula on the other hand could not get off the deck!
Marcell, bless him, had been right about her enthusiasm, but her skills
in flying did not match it. Scott was in a dilemma and asked for
volunteers and Tom said he would give it a try.
"Don't ditch it Tom, PLEASE!" Scott begged.
After many attempts Tom finally got JP2 up and after many hard landings
from just two foot up, he finally managed to, nearly, hover it. After
practicing landings for an hour he at last got the courage up to fly away
from the ship, but it really was no good. Scott could not expect anyone
with no experience at all to be able to carry out the type of flying in
an emergency that was required. He therefore had the JP2 put away and
would have to rely on Andrew. All this practicing was using fuel up as
well and that was another worry. No, it would have to be Andrew only and
he would have to test fly every day to try and improve his skills. The
whole situation made him anxious and realized once again just how
important the air cover was.

============================================================================

Simon Deer got home and saw there was a message on his phone. He
carefully put his guitar on the junk covering the couch and called the
number.
"YES! THAT'S GREAT! He listened to the instructions and noted them down.
Two days later he was heading to Cornwall for a weeks course to have his
RC helicopter ability confirmed, but also teach him advanced flying. He
knew of course about the helicopters on board the Jean and assumed he
would be flying one of them, but could not be sure. Never mind i'm going
to join the Jean Peterson which he had applied for after he had read the
advert in the Gay Times, and had read and watched all he could when the
news broke about the rescue of the trawler men and other video's that had
been put on youtube.

Simon was 26 and a professional classical musician, the guitar being his
instrument. He also played the piano, but not to the performance level of
the guitar.
He was tall, 6 2, and lanky. Not an ounce of fat, all sinewy, he looked a
dream. He had a number of physical attributes that made him very
attractive to many men, including the few lovers that came his way.
They were his hands and cock.
The last first. Like many of his stature he had a big one, all 9 inches
of it when he was erect and it was quite thick as well. It looked out of
place when he stood naked, but no complaints from the men who had it
inside them! Another was his hands, well fingers really. They were long,
strong and slim and were very much one of the many reasons he played so
well, beautifully in fact.
He had played with most of the big orchestras in the country and a few
outside it. His whole world was music, but now he was going off in a
totally different direction and he could not wait. Simon was to say the
least a scruffy sod and although very clean in person, he was a
lazy bugger and if it were not for his mother coming over every other
week he would never have clean or ironed clothes. She cleaned his flat
and shopped for him and did everything that a mother should have stopped
doing years ago. He was out in space usually and the only thing he was
really responsible about was attending performances and all things to do
with his profession and his love of RC flying. Anything else he was
oblivious too.
He was once standing outside a food shop waiting for a date to turn up.
He was dressed in his usual pair of old Jeans and an equally old top. His
trainers were falling apart and should have been thrown out a year ago.
It had been raining and his unkempt long black hair was wet through and
he looked dreadful. An elderly man was passing and looked at him, took
out a £5 note gave it to him and said "Go on son, go and get something to
eat!" And walked on. Even that did not register. But Simon had other
qualities that made people like him. He really mixed well, was a kind man
and got on with just about everyone who knew him, He was loved by all,
but had never BEEN in love, something else he forgot to do. The men in
his sexual life meant a lot at that time, but nothing ever lasted, mainly
because he forgot to turn up!
The week was a tremendous success and because of his incredible
coordination and dexterity he was flying the RC Helicopter as well as the
instructor by the end of it. He also got on rather well with one of the
waiters at the hotel he had been booked into. Yes, all in all a very good
week for our guitarist.

When he got back home after a long drive, mainly because he ran out of
fuel half way, he realized he had four days before he had to fly to
Mumbai to meet up with the Jean Peterson and true to form he packed late
on the third one. Satisfied he had got all his packing done, he sat down
before going to bed and got his guitar out and played Die Zauberflote by
Mozart. He was lost in his music when goodness knows what alerted him, he
suddenly stopped and yelled out, "PASSPORT! OH SHIT, PASSPORT!" He had
not long finished packing, so the place was in a mess anyway, but by the
time this 6ft 2 tornado had finished, it was in an even worse state and
he was still without a passport.
"Shit! And i'm in it! MUM!" He rang her.
"Yes dear it's here. Don't you remember asking me to look after it
because you kept loosing it? Silly boy, I will bring it with me tomorrow.
I think you should go to bed, you have a long day tomorrow."
"Yes mum, thanks." He climbed into bed after his shower and debated
whether to have a last wank in England or not. His cock certainly
thought he should as it was stiff and ready. Simon stroked this glorious
rod and it was made even better when he put both hands around his friend.
Those beautiful fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft and very soon
he was shooting his last drops in the home land, for a while at least.
"The things I do for my country." He said and fell asleep.
He was woken by his mother banging on the door and got a bollicking for
not being ready. Still, she knew her son well and got there an hour
before she was due anyway.
He hugged and kissed his mother goodbye and headed for the Air India
check in.
"Welcome Mr. Deer, you are flying first class, come this way please.

============================================================================

Robin Miller was sat in his kitchen admiring his work. He had just fitted
the last bit of the refurbishment and sat there very pleased with
himself. Mind you he should be as he was a very skillful carpenter and he
was co owner of a company making kitchen furniture. All high quality
materials and workmanship, which attracted high quality customers and
high quality prices!
He was 26 and 5ft 10 tall. He was incredibly handsome and had a body that
he was proud of and everyone he knew wanted to get attached to it, women
as well as men. Men got their wish, but very few of them. Robin was as
fussy about the men in his life as he was fussy about his reputation as a
carpenter. He never went to a gym, but kept in great shape by playing
squash and running marathons. He had run in four London marathons and was
on his way to the New York event when his boyfriend at that time became
ill and did not go. His boyfriend thanked him for his commitment to their
relationship by being caught in bed with a guy when Robin came home
unexpectantly early one afternoon. That was the first time in his life he
had ever punched a guy, well two actually. It had only been three months
ago and Robin was still angry and men where definitely not on his
current "Bucket list!" The phone rang and by the time he had put it back
down he was a very happy man once again.
The following day he was on a train to London where he would meet a guy
who was to teach him to become an advanced RC Helicopter pilot. He
already flew very well and in fact had his own in the garage and would
fly as often as he and his friends could get away.
The week went very well and he loved it, but what made it even better was
when the instructor told him he was as good as anyone he had taught.

 Not that he knew it then, but another guy down in Cornwall was every bit
as good.
One thing that did make Robin smile was a waiter coming onto him at his
hotel. Ok, the guy was really good looking and it would have been a bit
of fun, but Robin was not interested and the waiter was pissed off.

Robin had plenty of time to do all his laundry, iron, pack and give the
place a good clean before leaving the following day. He had a shower and
an early bed. He laid naked as usual and looked down at his body. He was
not too muscled and his six pack was a natural development rather then
one gained at a gym. His body was tanned and smooth, even his belly
button was perfect!  He fondled his sleeping cock, all 6 inches of it and
wondered if he should bring it to the full 6.5. "So, are you
interested?" He asked his cock. It seemed it wasn't as it remained
limp. "Ok, your loss."  Robin smiled and dropped off to sleep.
He woke before the alarm went off, got up had a shower then went to the
kitchen for breakfast. He got dressed brushed his short hair and was
ready for the taxi to Heathrow. Last check, Case, hand luggage and of
course the one thing you should always know where to find it, passport.
"I'm ready and can't wait."
He got to the Air India check in.
"Welcome Mr. Miller, you are in first class come this way please."

Simon sat in the lounge with a glass of wine and an over full plate of
finger things and looked round him.
I'm not exactly over dressed for this class, he thought, should have put
some new jeans on, if I had any.
There were about 40/50 people there and he played his usual game of "spot
the gays" He did a couple of circuits and came up with a grand total of
nil.
"At least I wont have to fight anyone off." He laughed at himself and
lent over to the table to get another finger thing and looked up as the
most greatl looking guy was coming through the door.
"Christ he looks fuckable! Gay? I wish!" He took a gulp of wine and a
waiter came over and topped him up.

Robin also looked around as he got into the room. Just an ordinary bunch
of travellers except that scruffy tramp over there, who let him in? He
took the glass of wine and sat down to wait for the call.

"Hello, i'm Simon." They were at the hotel reception desk in Mumbai.
"Good flight wasn't it."
"Hi, i'm Robin, yes it was." He took the hand that Simon held out and was
taken back by the feel of it. He looked down and saw the most beautiful
hand he had ever seen. He looked back up and saw a crumpled shirt, which
had seen better days and then on to his face. Very handsome, lovely in
fact, pity about that fucking hair, spoils everything.
"Where are you off to then?" Simon asked.
"To my room, see you." Simon watched as Robin went off with the Bell Boy.
Nice ass, nice every thing in fact, pity about the snob bit though.

Robin got undressed and went for a shower and had a good soak. He dried
off, cleaned his teeth and went naked onto the bed. Time for a sleep
before dinner he thought. As he dropped off his last thought was that
guys hand and the feel of it in his. He could not stop thinking of
that touch, soft, but firm and all his fingers wrapped round his
hand. Whats his name? Oh that's right, Simon. I think?

Simon stripped off and fell onto the bed. He was wide awake and thought
of Mr. Snooty, but what a body and that ass is perfect! He had his first
wank in India. After depositing a rather large amount of man juice on his
body he thought he had better have a shower and clean up. After that he
got back on the bed and fell asleep. He just made dinner and did not see
"what's his name? Oh yeah, Snobbin!" Simon laughed at his joke.

Robin was down for breakfast in good time and afterwards went back to his
room to pack the few things he had used and went down to wait for the
taxi.
Simon had missed breakfast and had to go straight down to reception to
wait.
He was surprised to see Robin there, but an even greater surprise for
both of them was when the driver called out both of their names, "Mr Deer
and Mr Miller please." They looked at one another and knew then that they
had just become shipmates. Simon thought it was hilarious, Robin thought,
"oh fuck."

Paul looked over the side and saw the taxi arrive. Scott had asked him to
look out for the two new guys as he was off to customs to have the
containers with the new helicopters cleared for him to take back to the
Jean, but he was having problems.

"No no sir, yes all the paper work is in first class order, but I do have
my problems. You see I am a very experiencd official and have met many
thousands of shipping Captains, but none as young as you sir. You cannot
be a Captain, you are younger than my sons and they are still very junior
officials. I am a Captain rank and a lot older than you. If you go back
to the ship and put on your full uniform, I will beleive you." And then
added, "If it fits."
"Rida Thu." Scott had just told him to "fuck off" in Icelandic.
"Please sir, no swearing!"
Scott got his phone out.

"Welcome to the Jean Peterson lads, i'm Paul." They stared at this giant
and shook his hand. "I'm Simon and i'm Robin." Paul could see the look on
their faces.
"Skip always insists the smallest member of the crew meets new
people, not so intimidating." He laughed and took them on board. He
showed them straight to their cabins which were opposite each other.
"Ok, guys here we are. Every cabin has the same view so take your pick. I
will come back in half hour and take you to the saloon and introduce you
to all the crew. I'm afraid skip is on shore and not sure when he will be
back, but you will meet him soon enough." He left them to it.
"Any preference?" Simon asked.
"No, you can choose, i'm not fussy." Simon shrugged his shoulders and
went into the cabin on the port side and shut the door.
"I wanted that one." And for the first time since landing in India, Robin
laughed.

Right on time Paul knocked on their doors and both came out looking like
crew as Paul had put several sizes of uniform in each cabin.  Simon's
uniform was a size too big, of course, but Robin's fitted perfectly. He
took them down to the saloon where all the others were, waiting to meet
the replacements. As soon as Simon and Robin saw them they came to the
same conclusion only in different ways. Robin knew he was right, a gay
crew as the advert only appeared in the Gay Times. Simon did his "spot
the gays" and got full marks. Both of them felt very welcome and the
effort seemed genuine. After a while Andrew said he would show them the
ship.
"You my freind can show me anything you like." Thought Simon. Robin just
thought how bloody good looking he was and also knew he would be
attached, just wondered who too.

Andrew  took them to the bottom deck and worked his way up. There was a
hell of a lot to see and explain and a lot of questions to answer.
Eventually they got out on deck and was showing them the helicopter
bunker when his phone rang.
"Hello my sweet captain, whats wrong?" Simon ticked Andrew off his list
and presumably the captain, fuck! Robin came to the obvious conclusion
without having to tick anyone off a list.

"They don't think I am the Captain of the Jean because i'm so young.
STOP.... FUCKING.... LAUGHING! I'm coming back to change
into my dress uniform, would you save me a bit of time and get it out for
me please sweet fuck and my certificates?"
Andrew of course kept it quiet and announced to the whole ship via the
intercom what was happening. They were all on deck when Scott arrived.

"Stop right there young man, do you have ID?" Janet beamed at Scott and
for the second time that day he said,
"Rida Thu."
"Don't swear skip." Janet said. Scott grinned and kissed her and then
Andrew. Simon thought "lucky fucking Andrew!" Shit, it looks like
everyone is paired off and look what i'm left with!"
"Hi lads welcome aboard, i'm so sorry but I have to go back and get your
new toys." That puzzled them a bit, but they did not say anything.
They made a great job at seeing Scott off the ship by more piss taking,
but it told the new guys this was a very happy ship and they already felt
at home.

An hour later Scott was spotted on the back of a lorry hanging on for
dear life with the two containers which were transfered to the ship and
secured down.
Now he was able to meet Robin and Simon properly and he as well as Andrew
and Paul took them to the cabin and spent two hours telling them all
about what they were there for and a hell of a lot more besides.
It was plain to them now what the flying training was all about and their
main roll. The fact that they were to have new Apache RC Helicopters was
something that neither could wait to get their hands on. However, there
was a slight down side, or so Robin thought. They would be on the same
watch and would have to work closely together all the time because of the
flying practise, actual flying and the need for other training.
"I'm sorry lads it's going to be a matter of learning as we sail, but i'm
sure you will be fine. In fact I know you will otherwise you would not be
here." THAT told both of them what skip expected from each of them.
Regardless of first impressions each had of the other, they were going to
have to bury those thoughts and just get on with it. Skip did not give
the impression he would be too happy with two adults having hizzy fits.
"Oh guys it's own clothes tonight. There is a combined welcome
and sailing dinner starting 6 o' clock. We leave at midday tomorrow. See
you in the saloon later." They and Paul left. Scott undressed and stayed
that way for the next two hours. Oddly enough, so did Andrew.

Everyone got to the saloon and it was obvious to the newbies that
everyone had their own seats at the dining table which meant they were
sitting together in the recently vacated places. Mind you Simon did not
have a problem with it, Robin looked fantastic in his blue shorts and
pink top. Simon had on his favorite 1970's bermuda shorts and tee shirt
with writing on the chest, "GET THEE BEHIND ME GAY BOY!"
From 6 until 7 it was a meeting to discuss the sailing tomorrow while
they ate and the eventual meet up with the Ocean 2 south of the Red Sea.
They were to escort her east as she was sailing to Australia and once
outside the pirate area they would turn round and head back for South
Africa to meet the Ocean 4 and escort her to Mumbai and after the O4 was
safe they would return to the UK via the Red Sea.
After everyone had reported on their own departments the meeting ended,
but not before Scott told them he hoped that aviation fuel would be
delivered before the off tomorrow.
They got into the meal and everyone relaxed into general chat. After they
had finished they all cleared away and went to sit in the lounge area and
continued talking. As with the dining table everyone sat in their usual
seats which meant Simon and Robin were together again. They joined in the
conversations and felt really comfortable. Scott thought it would be a
good idea to ask Simon to play for them and he jumped at the chance. He
got up to go and get his guitar and everyone smiled as he walked off when
they saw the hole in his shorts. They all thought it was rather sweet.
Simon's character was coming through already and it made Robin think.
Simon came back and sat on the arm of the couch he and Robin were sitting
at. They all went quiet as he tuned up and he began to play and as he did
the whole room became enthralled with the beautiful music and his
performance. He played compositions by Beethoven, Mozart, Francisco
Tarrega and Paganni and each were lost into their own worlds as they
listened. Robin was no different, but he was thinking of the guy he had
not long met and ok he was right, scruffy, forgetful, too laid back ect
ect, but now this. He had never been more enchanted with any music like
this and the wonderful performance.
When Simon had finished his last piece he sat still for a while with his
eyes still closed and gradually came back from where ever he had been,
looked around him and smiled broadly. They all appluded of course and
knew they had all experienced something really quite wonderful.
Reg spoke for them all. "Thankyou Simon, that was absolutely stunning."

It was 11 o'clock by now and everyone started to leave for their cabins.
Scott and Paul went for a look around the deck and checked all was
secure. Robin deliberatly waited until Simon was going to his cabin and
walked with him.
"That was great Simon, really great."
"Thanks, I appreciate that. Don't suppose I can borrow a towel if you
have a spare? I forgot to bring one and by the look of you guys I should
have bought some decent clothes!" It was impossible not to laugh and
Robin did, lots.
He went into his cabin and bought two out. Simon thanked him and smiled
as broadly as before.
"Look Simon, if skip says it's ok would you like to go out and get some
new stuff early tomorrow? I saw a Mall near here and it shouldn't take
long, about an hour or two."
"You would do that? Ok thanks." They said goodnight and went to their
cabins. Both got into bunks at the same time and both did a lot of
thinking. It was not only Simon who wanked that night.

Robin banged on Simon's door at 7am. Simon did not even know that time of
day existed and stuggled out of bed to open the door. Although still half
asleep his brain told him to wrap the duvet around his naked body.
"Morning, you ready? Asked Robin, "obviously not, we need to get out, we
sail in five hours."
"Oh fuck. Hang on a mo." Simon turned and at the same time dropped the
duvet and Robin was rewarded with the sight of this super slim 6ft 2 tall
sight of this man. His eyes were transfixed on Simon's bum, a lovely firm
set of cheeks that were absolutely in proportion to the rest of him. He
coughed and mumbled he would wait in his cabin for him.

They were lucky and found Scott on the bridge.
"Will shops be open at this time?"
"Hope so skip, but we promise to be back by 10 30, latest." Robin told
Scott.
The mall wasn't open so they found a cafe to get something to eat and
drink. Simon's brain was still in neutral and Robin kept thinking of
Simon's bum. Nothing was said, but Simon was beginning to waking up.

They arrived back right on time loaded up with ten shopping bags. Every
single item was chosen by Robin because if he had left it to Simon they
would miss the sailing by weeks.
They got the stuff into Simon's cabin and looked at the three pairs of
jeans, shirts, sports tops, sports soxs, two pairs of trainers, 10 pairs
of underware, (which Robin loved choosing) tee shirts and many other
bits, including four towels.
"There, what do you think?" Robin asked.
"Fine, were do I put it all?"
"Thats your problem, but I usually put my stuff in cupboards and drawers,
just a suggestion. Anyway i'm off for a coffee then go and see what I am
supposed to do when we sail." He turned to go out.
"Robin. Thanks a lot you have been very kind." Robin turned back and saw
the smile again and thought, get that hair sorted out and you would be
the best looking guy on this ship.
"No problem, I enjoyed it. See you later."

They were told to go on deck and watch the crew as they pulled in the
mooring ropes and stowed them on deck. Andrew took the ship away from the
jetty and headed for the open sea. They went to the bridge and stood
there watching and listening, mainly to Scott, as he gave out various
orders. After some time they cleared the harbour and now the ship rode
the swell and although it was moderate, Robin suddenly realised it was
changing his physical well being. He excused himself and got out into the
open just in time to throw up over the side and as he did he became
greener and weaker. Reg and Paula took him to his cabin and for the next
two days Robin remained there waiting for death to arrive. He was
dreadfully sea sick.
On the second day Reg and Paula took an "instant cure" to Robin. He was
told to swallow the lot down.
"This will cure you Robin, never fails." Reg told him. Robin did as he
was told and no sooner had he taken the last drop he just made the toilet
before he once again threw up.
"Mmmm, plan B then Paula." Reg took out a syringe and told Robin to turn
over. Reg pulled his shorts down exposing a lovely right cheek, which Reg
enjoyed seeing and then told Robin he would feel a little prick, "but not
mine dear man." He injected Robin and told him he would be fine in a day.
When they left Robin's cabin Paula said, "That was just water wasn't it
Reg?"
"Yep, the egg nog often works, but obviously not in Robin's case, but the
water will I can assure you. Mind over matter is a very powerful self
cure." It worked.

Meanwhile Simon was able to consentrate on his first flight with the Bell
helicopter, JP1. Once again the whole crew, except Robin who was still
waiting the arrival of the angels, watched as he started up and after he
was satisfied she was ready, the clamps holding her in place on the deck
were released and he took off, hovered for a while then flew her off the
ship. For the next hour he gave the crew a great demonstration of his
skills. He landed and declared himself ready to start "bombing" practise
after refueling. The RIB was launched and once again took off and
"attacked" the RIB with dummy grenades time and time again. Every drop
was spot on. Finally he did a live run in 50 yrds off the starboard side
of the RIB to "attack" with tear gas and once again did a good job. He
carried out four more runs until the carrister was empty. He carried on
with flying practise then landed and refuelled ready for the next
practise tomorrow. Scott and all the crew were so pleased at Simon's
ability and they felt a lot more secure with at least one helicopter to
defend them. They would just have to see how Robin does when he was back
in the land of the living.

Simon went into see Robin a couple of times, but did not stay long, the
poor lad was still suffering, that was until Reg and Paula's visit. Soon
after they left he began to feel much better.
"God knows what was in that injection, but it's working!"

Simon knocked on his door the next day and found a much better looking
Robin.
"Hi your looking a lot better. How do you feel?" Robin was pleased he had
come to see him.
"I feel much better now thanks. I will be on watch tomorrow, but i'm
getting up soon and go on deck. I could do with some fresh air." Robin
asked Simon to sit which he did and could not help stare at Robin's naked
torso and wondered about the rest of him that was covered up under the
duvet. He had to drag his mind back and told Robin about the flying.
"It went well Robin and it's great fun. You will love it. It will be
good for us to fly together, I can see how important the helicopters are
what with the cameras to send back information and also be able to attack
pirates. I'm loving it, so will you. Can you get down to eat something
later?"
"Oh yes. I feel pretty good now and thanks for your concern and.......you
know. Thanks a lot."

The following day it was Robin's turn to impress the crew. He was helped
by Simon telling him he was going to be fine and "good luck."
Robin started up the JP2 and after doing his pre flight checks
he released the clamps and took off. An hour later he landed and he and
everyone was more than happy.
Once again the RIB went out and Robin had his turn at "bombing" practise
with the same results as Simon had. The whole ship was delighted. Now
they could practise together and get used to twin flying. By the end of
the first week they were in perfect harmony in all aspects of their role.
It was just a matter of more practise which included night flying. They
were very much together in their work and also much better in what each
thought of the other. There were just a few things that stopped them
getting any closer away from the job at hand. If either was bothered
about it, it certainly did not effect their performances.
As far as Scott was concerned they were doing a great job and thats all
he was interested in. What their private situation was he did not even
consider, he wasn't even aware there maybe any even though Andrew told
him there was.
"So what, they are doing their job. What the situation outside it is
their concern nobody elses." Andrew smiled to himself. I BET you don't my
love, but I bet you do though!

Now that they were a full crew the work on the new helicopers was able to
go on much better with Neil, Andrew and now Robin and Simon involved.
Simon was a bit of a passenger as he had no technical skills at all, but
he was seeing just how compliacted the job was and indeed learnt a lot.
Neil thought they would be ready in a week.
Meanwhile they were getting to the point that the Jean would meet up with
the Ocean 2. They spotted her on radar first and made towards her. Scott
allowed Simon and Robin to take off and fly to her when in range and
practise observing her. They sat side by side at their stations and flew
off together. Both were perfectly in tune with the other and without any
discussion, it was left to Robin to lead the flight.

The Jean fell in behind the O2 and settled down to their second escort.
Scott and the whole crew hoped it would be as uneventful as the first
one. This was going to be a short escort and would only take 10 days
before they left the O2 and head for South Africa to meet the next ship.
This 10 days would be crucial in getting the new helicopters completed
and flying so that Simon and Robin could practise and get used to these
much more advanced machines.

Because of the watch system it was not possible for much of a private
life, but there were moments for everyone. Still, they all had to endure
the attention of Gerry who ran the fitness of all crew and he did not
allow anyone to shirk away from it. He could have become the most
unpopular member of the crew, but in fact everyone enjoyed his "bullying"
and he was very good at what he did. This now included Robin and Simon
who had been with them for two weeks now and their time was up.

The first time they went to the gym they loved it, not so much because of
the reason they were there, but much more because they could see each
work out and appreciate the look of the other. Both liked to watch the
other work out and did not hide the fact they were indeed watching! Robin
was fastinated by the sight of Simon's body as he worked out just in his
shorts. He loved to watch as his body reacted to the physical reasponce
to the exercising. His slim, tight body was something that gave Robin a
problem in that he had to be careful as his cock was also enjoying this
and was reacting in it's own way of showing appreciation! Thank god I
have tight pants on thought Robin. He looked down at himself and knew the
swelling cock was a bit obvious and he knew Simon had seen it as well.
His smile told Robin that.
Mind you the reverse could be said about Simon. He was enthalled by the
sight of Robin's body as he worked out and he was pleased that Robin had
made him buy several pairs of sports pants. If he was in his usual ones,
he would be sticking out, all 9 inches of it.

After the session Gerry went to his cabin and found George waiting for
him. They kissed hello and after a shower Gerry got into the bunk next to
his man.
"Hello stud." George pulled on Gerry's cock. "How was the session?"
"Very interesting. Robin and Simon did their first workouts and both had
hardons looking at each other, I felt like I was getting in the way! I
wonder how long it will be before then end up like this?"
"Poor sods, what a sad end." They did fight a bit, but it was a rather
half hearted effort as it always was between them. They both thought
fooling around was a waste of fuck time, which you can't argue about
really. George was ready and waited for Gerry to get himself in position
and then gently slide into him They had both said they loved to make love
slowly and gradually bring themselfs to the end together. This was no
different and as Gerry slowly slid into him and then back out he stroked
George at the same rate and like that both came together. As Gerry shot
into George so he pulled him hard against him and just let his body
recoil to every ejeculation.

Simon and Robin went back to their cabins.
"See you back on watch Simon, give you a knock in three hours." Robin
told him. Simon of course thought something eles. "You could give me a
knock right now if you want." Instead said. "Ok, thanks."

They went into their cabins and from now on I will call both Simon and
Robin "he" or "him" because they would be doing exactly the same things
and think the same thoughts. The only thing was neither of them knew it,
just us ok?
He closed the door behind him and stripped off. He smiled to himself
because when the sports pants came off there was still a semi hard cock
that fell out. He went into the shower and stayed there for a long time
still thinking of the image of him which bought his cock to full
stiffness again. He stood there stroking his cock and began to get nearer
the time when he would explode into the stream of water, but for some
reason stopped, rinsed and turned the tap off. He went back into the
cabin and dried himself. He hung the towel up and went to the bunk and
laid down.
He was trying to think all this out. Ok, IF he came on to me there is no
way I would stop him, he is beautiful and now I know a nice guy as well,
but if we were not in this situation would we even be that interested?
Fucking sure I would!
Still, it could be because we are the only singles on the ship. I
am horny and I bet he is as well and all because we like one another, a
lot. I know that look and he looks at me in the way that tells me that
there is more to this than just sex. Christ i'm 26 and acting like a
confused teenager! He laughed.
He does annoy me though. I would love to get hold of that fucking
hair/attitude and sort it out. I know how good looking he is and with a
new hairdo/attitude he would be stunning. One of us has got to say
something. He was staring out of the port looking out to sea and thinking
all the time. I KNOW it's only us, all the others are coupled and some of
the nicest couples I have ever met. So why can't we be? Every couple on
here and every one eles had to see if there was a future in a
relationship and i'm not looking to be a couple with him, but I wouldn't
mind finding out! Yes, would love to find out. I now know I have never
been in love before, every one in my life was someone who I had fun with,
but honestly I have never felt like this about another man.
OH FUCK IT! He grabbed his towel and pulled the door open and as he was
about to step out into the corridor there he was, about to do the same
thing! They just stared at one another for what seemed ages.
At long last Robin opened his mouth to say something, but the alarm
sounding stopped him.

"Contact at 5 o'clock. JP1 and 2 start up."
"Call the O2 and tell them we have a contact and to go full ahead."
"Helm go to 500 yrds from the O2."
"Skip."
Scott was on the bridge with his binoculars looking at the contact coming
in fast about a mile off.

"JP1 airborne skip."
"Go to 5 o'clock low and see what they are about. Don't go in too close."
"Skip."
Before Robin had got to the contact, Simon was also ready to take off. He
took off and hovered at 50 feet and 50 feet off the starboard side. He
pushed a button and the on board computer on the helicopter took over and
kept it in hover to give Simon time to get up to the bridge and take back
manual control. When he got to his station next to Robin he reported,
"JP2 airborne skip."
"Ok, go to 200 and do 360's."
"Ok skip."
"Anything on radar?"
"All clear skip, just O2."
"Skip i'm with them. SKIP! IT'S OUR RIB!" The penny dropped, this was a
drill!
"Well done both of you. Great job, come back in."
After the helicopters had landed and been secured. Simon and Robin went
back to the bridge. They felt good. It had turned out to be an excercise,
but as real as it could get.
They were all on the bridge and the two found out that all crew knew what
this was about and everyone was very happy that it had gone so well. They
were still on a high and it showed.
"Ok, off you go, you have still got an hour before watch change. Well
done everyone, thanks."

The off watch went to the saloon for a coffee and a chat. What Robin and
Simon really wanted to do though was go and talk. All the original
thoughts came back and both of them thought skip's timing had came at a
really bad time!

When their watch started they were on the bridge with Paul who gave them
their stations and as it got darker he told Robin to announce "secure
ship."
Night watch was always tiring as you were totally dependant on radar and
night vision on the camera. Gerry was on as well.
At 3am Scott came up and told them both to do some night flying. They had
already done quite a lot of it, but more is always a good thing. They had
to work with very dim lighting which was very demanding and the more they
practised, the better they became. Once they had both taken off Robin
flew to the O2 and practised flying around it watching his screen. The
night vision lens's were excellent and they could see very well. It was
all good experience in observation and also great fun. They both took
turns and when Simon went to the O2 for the second time he reported
something unusual.
"Paul come and look at this please." Paul went to Simon.
"Whats up?"
"There, look there is a guy on deck and looks as though he is hiding, i'm
sure of it."
"Yes I know."
"What do you mean, you know?" Another penny dropped!
"Skip organised it with the O2 Captain, all good practise Simon and good
work."
"He wasn't there when I flew over was he Paul?" Robin was worried he had
missed the guy.
"Nope, it was all clear then Robin so don't worry. Come in guys, by the
time you have refuelled it will be time to go off watch."

They went to the saloon were there was always something to eat 24 hours
a day. They were alone, tired but happy.
"It's been a good day Robin. We are a good team don't you think?"
"Yes, very." He looked at Simon. "I never thought I would say this, but
i'm glad we are here together." He looked away.
"Me too. Can we talk after a sleep?"
"Yes, I would like that. Who ever is awake first knocks on the others
door ok?"
"Bet it's you then!" Simon's smile was lovely and Robin had to check
himself by asking Simon to come to his cabin right now.
"I will wait for you to knock on my door, then I will know you want to
talk." Robin thought that Simon was testing him.  They went to their
cabins. Colin set his for 6 and so did Simon. "Fuck, thats too early!"

At 5 o'clock they both woke up and wondered what time the other had set
his alarm for. Both got up and went for a shower. Both got hard and both
ignored the rascal. Both dried off and both wondered what the fuck to do
now?

Simon looked in the mirror. "What the fuck doesn't he like about me?
There is something, I know it. I know he likes me, not just because we
get on well as crew, but he now likes me as ME! But there is something
and if I knew what it was I would change it, even get my hair cut short,
I know he..............................." If anymore pennies dropped in
this ship it was in danger of sinking!
Thats it! My fucking hair. He does like me big time and having long hair
does not make him like me less, but I know damb well he would like me
more if I did have shorter hair! Shit how can I get it cut on here?
With no game plan really he went to the bridge. Andrew, Janet, George and
Gerry were there.
"Problem Simon? Can't you sleep?" Andrew asked.
"How do you guys keep your hair cut when you are at sea?" Everyone looked
him.
"How do you think this lesbian does this then?" She pointed to her crew
cut.
"Trimmers?"
"Well done Simon, full marks to you. Don't tell me, you want to trim
yours right?" She was smiling at him knowing exactly why he wanted his
hair short.
"Yeah, I think so anyway. So could I borrow them? It's a cheek to ask I
know." Janet went to him and put her arms around him.
"Leave it to this nosey bitch. I would do anything to smooth the path of
love." She giggled all the way to the phone dialed a number and waited.
"Hi honey sorry to wake you, but we have a little emergancy. Would you
mind Simon coming down and help him with his little problem?" She
listened.
"No love he is not asking to sleep with you, but i'm thinking I know
who." Simon went scarlet. Janet listened, put the phone on it's hook and
turned to him.
"Paula is waiting for you love. Off you go."
"Thanks Janet. Owe you one." Simon flew down to Paula's cabin listening
to the laughter on the bridge as he went.

"Ok what grade do you want then?"
"No idea, I have never done this before."
"Your a great help. Ok I will try the biggest grade and then see what it
looks like, ok?
"I guess, but be gentle with me!" Paula slapped his ass and told him to
sit. She began to trim and masses of hair fell off covering the floor. He
was dreading when it was time to look in the mirror.
"Oh fuck Paula, can I change my mind?"
"Only if you have a ton of glue my love, but it will always grow back."
At last she had finished and now the moment of truth. He looked and
stared at himself, then at the floor where the droppings were.
"Shit, what do you think?"
"To be honest I actually like it, you look even younger, you handsome
bugger."
"Your only saying that to make me feel good!"
"Look, IF I thought it looked shit I would be doubled up by now and i'm
not. Now piss off and go and find Robin and let me get back to sleep."
"Thankyou so much Paula." She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
He got back to his cabin making sure he closed his door quietly and then
took a shower to get rid of any loose hair. He stood in front of the
mirror again. He was still not sure, but he had done this for one reason
only and that reason lived across the corridor.

Robin was in deep thought and once again went over every thing again,
mean while he carried on with the ironing that needed to be done. The
finished clothes were laid neatly on the bunk and he would put them away
when he had done the rest. Even though he was actually holding part of
the problem in his hand he still could not work it all out. No pennies
would be dropping in THIS cabin............... yet!
He finished the last bit and foulded it up and put it with the rest. He
foulded the ironing board up and stowed it away and picked up the iron.
He was about to put it in the shower room to cool down when his door
burst open and he stood there staring at Simon.
There was a distinct possibility that with the hot iron still in his hand
and his phone rung he would have burnt his ear off!
"What.............., what HAVE you done?" Robin asked. Simon was going
from one foot to the other just looking at Robin.
"I did it for you. I know thats what you wanted me to do. Paula cut it
for me. I wanted do to it for you." He stopped not knowing what eles to
say.
"You did that for ME?"
"Yes."
He just stood there feeling dreadful, but could not take his eyes off
Robin.
"Yes, for you. I just thought you might like me more because thats what I
would like you to do." He could not stop now, he might as well say all
he needed too.
"I have never been in love so I have never told anyone I love them, but I
know I love you."
With that he opened the door and went to his cabin. He went to the
mirror. "It will grow back soon," he told himself. He went to the saloon
and got a coffee. Freddy and Reg were about to leave.
"Hey Simon! That REALLY looks good, it suits you like that." Freddy
smiled at Simon, but knew his mind was eleswhere.

Robin had sat back on his bunk being careful not to sit on his clothes
and his brain in overdrive. He glanced round his cabin trying to find the
answer. No bells rang out so he thought he better put the ironing away
and then........... FINALLY and not before time it struck him and yet
another ton of pennies dropped!
Oh what a total prick I am, it's all this shit isn't it? Being so fucking
particular, so routined, so tidy, so choosy, so FUCKING up my own ass.
With one sweep the ironing scattered on the floor and he went out of his
cabin to Simon's and banged on his door. No answer. He banged again,
still no answer.
"I think you will find him in the saloon Robin. He doesn't look too happy
either." Reg smiled at him and watched as Robin ran towards the saloon.
"He will be soon though don't you think Freddy?"

Simon looked up as he came in. He just sat there as Robin went to him and
straddled his lap. He took Simon's face in each hand and kissed him.
Simon wrapped his arms around Robin and there they stayed for quite some
time.
"I'm so fucking sorry Simon, I am SO fucking sorry. Why the hell did you
fall in love with a twat? But this twat loves you so much. Come on I want
to show you something." He pulled Simon to his feet and took him to his
cabin and showed him the mess on the floor.

"It's not much, but it's a start!" Robin didn't wait for a reply
and pulled Simon down to his mouth.

"Robin and Simon to the bridge please."

____________________________________________________________________________


winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk

Bobby