Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 14:27:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 2 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the written permission of its author. First Mate, Part 2 is a continuation of First Mate, which can be found in the Nifty Archive under gay/incest. While there are some allusions to events that occurred in First Mate, First Mate, Part 2 is largely a free-standing work that can be read without having read First Mate. My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian. E-mail comments are always welcome. First Mate, Part 2 Chapter 2 That's not all that happened during that time, though. I joined a gay gym, the same one we had worked out at before we left on the first trip, and I even got Rick to join, too. So, three or four times a week, we went there and worked out naked. I was satisfied with my bulk, so I got the fitness director to put me on a program to enhance my definition. Within a month or less, I started noticing some real improvement. Rick had further to go than I did to become a completely buff stud, but he worked at it regularly and faithfully. Since we lived at a gay nudist resort, I almost never wore clothes, either at Mike Lawless' place or at home. I was out at the pool a lot, and, from time to time, I would meet a guy that struck my fancy. Rick and I had both insisted on an open relationship from the very beginning, and, I have to admit, I had my fair share of cock. I was mostly drawn to men around Rick's age, and, in fairness to him, I always told him about my exploits. "Does that bother you, babe," I asked him once. "It would bother me if a hot guy like you didn't attract men," he said, with a typical Rick-like grin. "I want you to have all the fun you can." He leaned over and gave me a tongue-kissing that let me know he was dead serious. He never told me about any guys he had been with, so I don't really know if he was "faithful" to me or not. Just as I predicted, I was able to recruit ample guys to practice my massage skills on. Some of them enjoyed it so much they gave me some really generous tips. After a couple of weeks of vacation, Rick decided he wanted to get started overhauling the boat. That kept him pretty busy. In the meantime, I had gotten to be really good friends with the two guys who ran the resort. As it turned out, they were having financial problems and were thinking of selling. Or, at least, selling part of it. As conversation went on, we talked about the possibility of a partnership between them and Rick and me. I had money to invest, or at least money I could borrow against to invest, and I knew Rick had money of his own he could throw in. One night I talked to Rick about it. "Yeah, I think it's a good idea," he said in answer to my question. I mean, I've known Nick and Charlie for a long time, and I know they're honest guys." "The only thing I worry about is how good they are at managing money. I mean, this place stays full and even has a waiting list. How come they're in trouble?" "Oh, I can tell you about that," Rick replied. "So tell, babe. I'm all ears." "No, you're not. You're all cock," he said, as he playfully grabbed my penis. He slowly retracted the foreskin, which he loved to play with, as he told me what had happened. "Charlie's mother was really like a mother to both guys. Nick's parents pretty much wrote him off when they found out he was gay, but Charlie's mother accepted him just like she accepted Charlie." He was still working my foreskin, and all I said was "hmmm." "Anyway, Charlie's mom got sick. Breast cancer. She had insurance, of course, but the insurance didn't pay for a lot of the medicine and treatments she needed. Charlie and Nick helped her out. That's basically where their savings went. Then, as she got worse and worse, she needed round-the-clock care, and they hired sitters, then nurses, to be with her. By the time she finally died, the guys were in debt." "That's pretty bad, man," I said. "But I guess I'd do the same thing." "Sure you would. But that's not all. About a year after she died, Nick was in a terrible automobile accident. Not only were there more medical expenses, he couldn't work for almost a year. What's making your penis get so big," he asked me in a mock-serious tone of voice, as if he didn't know. "Damn. I don't know, Rick. You think I could have some kind of disease?" "You might. Stand up here and let me check." I stood up in front of him. He examined me all over, first working on my nipples, then my chest and stomach, then my legs. "We need to get your temperature," he said. "Rectally." With that, he licked his middle finger of his right hand and stuck it in my ass. By then, of course, I was rock hard and leaking. "Let me check this out," he said. He took my cock into his mouth and let it slide down his throat. He put his other hand on my butt and inserted the middle finger of that hand, too. With that done, he started moving me back and forth, forcing me to fuck his mouth. After several strokes, he turned my cock loose long enough to tell me to check out my nipples to see if they were hurting when I rubbed them. Of course I complied with the doctor's order. By that point in my life, I'd been sucked off by probably twenty different guys, but not a one of them could hold a candle to Rick in the blowjob department. We must have kept that up for fifteen minutes before I felt my orgasm begin. It started with rhythmic contractions of my asshole around Rick's fingers. Then I felt a deep spasm, and, before I knew it, I was blowing my load into his mouth. God it was good. Deep. Penetrating. Almost overwhelming. When I settled down enough to be able to talk, I asked him his diagnosis. "Oh, you're fine. Just a little horny, that's all." We both laughed. "Let me get you something to gargle with," I said. I went to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen and got us both a scotch and water. We lit up Marlboros and snuggled on the sofa. "That was pretty fucking awesome, by the way," I said. "Thanks. I'll take care of your ass later." "Glad you liked it. You were so into it that you didn't even notice that I got off." "How the hell did you do that? You had both hands up my ass." "I just did, that's how." "Bullshit. You didn't cum. Prove it." He pointed to the cum trail that ran down his right leg. He scooped some up on his finger and put it to my mouth to taste. It was his cum, all right. "How the hell did you get yourself off, Rick. Tell me." "I'll show you." He got into the position on the edge of the sofa that he was in while he sucked me off. He held his soft cock out and showed me how it could rub against his leg as we fucked in and out. Neat, I thought. I'll have to remember that. "So I guess you don't want me to get you off," I said, teasing. "You already did, man. You know, Kevin, you have turned into one hot little motherfucker. Sometimes at night, when we're in bed and you're asleep, I lie there thinking about how lucky I am to have you. When I do that, I always get hard, and, sometimes, just smelling you next to me makes me cum, without even touching my dick." "Aw, man, do you expect me to believe that?" "Think about it, Kevin. Why would I have said it if it wasn't true? To get you to let me suck your cock? I'm in love with you. You're the best fucking thing that ever happened to me in my whole life. And you have turned into a fucking Olympian god." "Come on, Rick. Don't say shit like that." "Why? Are you embarrassed when I say that? Don't you notice the guys around here reacting to you? Kevin, face it, dude. You're every guy's wet dream." I'm sure I was blushing. I felt the same way about him, but I had trouble actually saying it to him. I was leading a perfect life, I thought, and having Rick was more than I deserved. Then I thought of my come-back line. "I know I'm a godlet, but I won't be a full-fledged god for three or four more years." He burst out laughing. Then he grabbed me around my neck and gave me a nuggie on my head. "You cute little asshole, you." Then he laughed some more. We were quiet for a while, nursing our drinks and, for me, at least, thinking about what he had said. He finally broke the mood with, "Get up. I've got to take a leak." "Me, too," I said. "Well, come on." I started in the direction of the bathroom, but Rick had other ideas. He moved toward the back door, the door that faced the beach. "This way," he said, and I followed. Once out on the beach, we let our bladders empty themselves onto the sand. It was a quiet night, the moon was half full, and the surf was gentle. When we had finished pissing, Rick took me in his arms and kissed me long and tenderly. "I hope I didn't embarrass you a little while ago--saying you were turning into a Greek god, and all." "No," I lied. "Because you fucking are, Kevin. You fucking are. And I love you more than I love myself, my boat, or anybody or any thing." "I love you, too, Rick," I said. My emotions got the better of me, and I started crying softly. He didn't say anything. He pulled me to him so that our stomachs and cocks touched, and he gently kissed away my tears.