Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 21:23:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 8

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descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read
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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 8

	After a night at home, we set out on our next cruise on Sunday at
noon.  The group was a mixed bag of thirty-somethings, and it was fun but
not fantastic.  When your jobs are to be on vacation all the time, as
Rick's and mine were, really fun groups aren't as common as you might like
them to be.  It's like looking at the Mona Lisa or Michaelangelo's David.
The first few times are spectacular experiences, but, after that, they
aren't all that great anymore.
	When we got back from that last cruise, Rick did his usual checking
with the travel agent to see who would be aboard on the next one.  I
watched him as he spoke on the phone, and I could tell something unusual
was up.
	"Your dad and Stan are going out with us tomorrow," he said.
	I think my heart hit my scrotum when he said that.  I was scared.
I was nervous.  I didn't really know what to think.
	"Are you okay with this," Rick asked.  "We can cancel the cruise if
you want to."
	I sat down slowly in our living room.  I had thought about it off
and on during the previous weeks, and I thought I was ready to handle it
smoothly.  All of a sudden, though, it hit me pretty hard.  They were
probably already on the island, and we'd be spending the next week with
them.
	Before I could respond to Rick, the phone rang.  He picked it up
right away.
	"Hi, George."  "Yes, I know you and Stan are coming with us."  "No,
it's no problem for us."  "Sure, here he is."
	Rick handed the phone to me.
	"Hi, Dad," I said.
	"Hi, Kevin.  I guess you know we'll be with you guys next week."
	"Yeah, we're really looking forward to it."  Rick made a gesture to
indicate that my nose was growing, just like Pinnochio's did when he told a
lie.
	"We'd like to take you guys out tonight to eat.  How about it?"
	"They want to take us out to eat tonight," I whispered to Rick.  He
nodded.
	"That would be great, Dad.  Let me give you back to Rick so y'all
can make the arrangements."
	I quickly handed the phone to Rick.  I suddenly realized I was
sweating like a red hot bullet.  I could hear Rick talking, but I didn't
really have any concept of what he said.  I was completely caught up in my
thoughts.
	Once their conversation was over, Rick hurriedly dialed a number.
He knew the head waiter at what was probably the best restaurant in Key
West, and the guy was able to get us in at 9:30.
	Rick dialed another number and gave the information to whoever
answered--my dad, I guessed.  Then Rick invited them over for a drink
before dinner.  Sheesh, I thought.  Now he'll know where we live.
	"Kevin, come here and sit on my lap," Rick said.
	I did as he asked.
	"Look, man, your dad and Stan are cool with us.  They know what gay
guys do, and Stan has been out with me before.  They know the score.
Settle down about this, okay?"
	I wedged my face between his head and his shoulder.  I wanted to
cry, but I was determined not to.  Rick held me for a long time.
	"What would I do without you," I asked him.
	"Fuck up your life?"
	I laughed, and he did, too.
	"Probably.  Thank you for being here for me, Babe."
	"You're my life, Kevin.  Where else could I be?"
	When he said that, I couldn't hold back any longer.  I cried.  He
let me let it all out, and then he picked me up and carried me to our
bedroom.  He stripped me and got undressed himself, and we made mad,
passionate love for an hour or more.  We each had four or five orgasms,
and, when we finally shot our cum, we gushed.

	The doorbell rang at 7:10.  I knew it was them.  I was still
nervous, but I was also excited about seeing my dad and Stan.  I took a
deep breath and opened it.  There before me were Dad and Uncle Stan, both
grinning from ear to ear.  They were dressed in navy blazers and light
pants (not the same color, of course), and they were wearing neckties.
	Suddenly, as though by magic, all of my anxiety and nervousness
disappeared.
	"Hi.  Come in."  I practically shouted.  I grabbed Dad first for a
gigantic hug, and then I did the same thing to Uncle Stan.
	"I think he's glad to see us, George," Stan said in his usual
deadpan way.
	"Come in.  Come in.  Rick!"
	Rick came out of our bedroom, and he hugged both men, too.  It took
us a few minutes to organize ourselves.  They had each brought host gifts
(a huge box of expensive chocolates and a bottle of eighteen-year-old
single malt scotch), and we accepted them with profuse thanks.  We invited
them to sit, and Rick took drink orders.  We had made a plateful of snacks
that we had bought at a deli, and I got those.
	"Y'all look terrific," I said to them.
	"Us?  You look like a fucking Greek god," Stan said.  He looked at
Dad, and he beamed with pride and nodded his agreement.
	"That's because he is one," Rick said, as he entered the room.
Damn, I knew my face must have been as red as the packs of Marlboros that
were on a couple of surfaces in the room.
	"Does he fuck like one," Stan asked.
	Jesus Christ, I thought.  I didn't even look at Rick for fear of
more embarrassment.  He must have winked or nodded or something, because
Dad and Stan both burst out laughing.
	"Good genes," Dad said.  Ohhhhhhhhh.  Please, God, take me now, I
thought.  Or maybe you already have, and I'm really in hell.
	"Kevin, lighten up, okay," Dad said.  "We're just teasing you."
	I decided my reaction was childish and stupid, so I replied, "No, I
really do fuck like a Greek god.  I just wanted it to be our secret."
	I guess my response took a second to sink in because there was an
instant of silence before all three of them started laughing so hard I
thought I'd have to administer mouth-to-mouth to them.  That really took
away my embarrassment, and I relaxed to enjoy my gay brothers.
	After a little small talk, they wanted to see the place.  We showed
them around our cottage and then took them out onto the deck.  Our view of
the beach and water was spectacular, especially at that time of day, and
they were suitably impressed.
	"It looks like you two have bought the piece of paradise everyone
wants to own," Stan said.
	"We think so," Rick replied.  "We love the boat and being out at
sea, but we're always glad to get home, too."
	Stan took off his jacket and got comfortable.
	"Dad, why don't you take off your jacket, too," I said.  He did and
then sat down.
	"Kevin, about calling me 'Dad' on this trip..."
	"Sir?"
	"And 'sir,' too.  Can you live with calling me George?  And not
saying 'sir' every time you address me?  I know that's how your mother and
I raised you, and we're proud of that, but, under the circumstances..."
	"I can probably lose the 'sir' easily enough, but I can't call you
'George.'  I'm sorry, Dad."
	"Can you call him 'G,'" Rick asked.
	I thought for a moment.  That seemed like a happy compromise, to
me.  "Yeah, I can call you 'G,' Dad."  Stan caught the irony first, and his
laughter made the others laugh.
	We had a second round, and I really wanted a cigarette.  I knew my
dad knew I smoked, but I had never smoked in front of him before.  I took
one out of the pack closest to me and lit up.  If he didn't like it, I
would have been sorry.  But I wasn't going to not smoke for a week because
of his attitude.  Rick and Stan lit up immediately after I did, and, much
to my surprise, my dad did, too.  I watched him casually, and I knew he was
an experienced smoker.  Nobody even mentioned smoking.
	Our dinner was superb.  We offered to take Stan and Dad out to a
few clubs, but they said they were tired and really not all that
interested.  We went back to our house, had a nightcap, and told them we'd
see them in the morning.
	"This was a great evening," Rick said, once we were naked in bed
together.  "You handled yourself with real grace."
	"Thanks, Babe.  I think I'm okay with this now.  Of course, the
first time I get hard in front of Da..., er, G, I might feel differently,
but I can handle it.  Seeing him hard might make me a little uncomfortable,
though."
	"I don't think you have to worry about that, Kev.  Stan and I had a
little talk while the two of you were in the men's room, and they're
sensitive to your feelings.  Plus, they're both at least fifty, and boners
don't come as easy for them as they do for us.  As to your getting
hard...."  He punched me gently and chuckled.
	"I know.  I know.  Well, that's kind of a relief.  To know they're
sensitive, not that they don't get it up so easy."
	"Stan told me they definitely have a sexual relationship, but their
love is way beyond sex.  He said if they never did it again they'd still be
happy with one another."
	"You think we'll ever get to that point," I asked.
	"I hope so," he said.
	"Me, too, but not too soon."  With that, I picked up his limp cock
and popped it into my mouth.  He was hard in three seconds or less.
	"Does this mean you want sex," he asked.
	Instead of answering him, I took his whole cock down my throat and
rode it like a wild man.

	The next morning we did our usual routine for the first day of a
cruise.  The last bunch had almost depleted our liquor supply, and the beer
had to be completely replenished.  The chandler was there when we walked up
to the dock, and he helped us put the stuff away.  Rick had been doing
business with that guy for years, and we were as much friends as we were
customers.
	By the time we got all the stuff put away and our own quarters
squared away, it was time for our guests to arrive.  Stan and Dad were the
first to arrive, and they both marvelled at how great the boat looked.
	"This is much nicer than I remembered it, Rick," Stan said.
	"Well, it's been in dry dock for about four months being completely
redone.  We had to modernize."
	"Well, it's just beautiful," Dad said.
	I showed them to their cabin and left so they could unpack and get
settled in.
	Two more guys drove up as I was coming onto the main deck.  One was
a really young guy, my age or a little older, and the other was his father.
The young guy was very well built and had the face of a model.  I wondered
if they had something going on.
	The last group to show up was also a father-son combo.
	"I'm not fucking believing this," I said to Rick, after I had
gotten them in place.
	"I'm not either.  Did you notice the two dads kissed and the two
sons just shook hands like they were meeting for the first time?"
	"Yeah.  This is just too fucking weird, though.  Do you think the
two sons are gay?"
	"Oh, yeah.  I'm sure of it.  Even if this wasn't explicitly billed
as a gay cruise, my gaydar would have spotted each of them across a crowded
room.  You need to sharpen yours up, Kevie."  He grinned and ruffled my
hair.
	"I will, Ricky," I said, grabbing his crotch and squeezing it hard.
	All six of our guests were on the deck by then, and Rick gave his
usual start-of-cruise speech:
	"My partner and first mate, Kevin, and I want to welcome all of you
to our home on the sea.  As you know, we're all gay, and we'll be flying
the rainbow flag from the main mast, right under the Stars and Stripes.
The only rules we have are that you must enjoy yourself and that you
respect each other.  Sex is permitted pretty much anytime, anywhere.
Clothing is always optional except in Kingston Harbour in Jamaica, and
that's only because there will be lots of other boats around us.  It'll
probably happen that somebody gets a hard-on at some point in the trip."
Laughter.
	"Just because a guy is hard doesn't necessarily mean he's coming on
to you.  Hell, he'll probably be coming on to me."  More laughter.  "And
old Kevin here can't keep that slab of his soft for more than an hour, no
matter what he does."  I blushed and pushed Rick, and, again, everybody
laughed.  I knew that line was coming, of course.  He managed to work it
into every departure speech he gave.
	"For the next hour or so, Kevin and I will be busy steering us out
of the harbor, first by motor, then by sail; but we want you guys to relax.
Once we're out of sight of shore, feel free to strip down and take the sun
all over.  There's sunscreen is this storage compartment, and I'd suggest
you use it if you don't already have an all-over tan.  A sunburned dick is
no fun."  Laughter.  "There's booze and beer and snacks in the storage
compartments on every deck, and it's there for you to help yourself to any
time you want to."
	"Oh, and guys, a cruise is an end in itself.  You aren't on board
to get somewhere; you're here to enjoy the peace, serenity, and fun of
sailing.  We'll make stops, of course, but you're not on a trip _to_ your
vacation.  The trip _is_ your vacation."
	"Are you ready, runt," he asked me.
	That was my cue to flex every muscle I had and to stand as tall as
I could, which was a good three inches taller than Rick.  More laughter.
	"Aye, aye, capt'n," I said.  God, I felt stupid doing and saying
that shit in front of Dad and Uncle Stan.
	"Well, get your ass in gear, mate.  Let's weigh anchor and get a
move on."
	I was supposed to say, "Only if you promise to kiss it later," but
I just couldn't bring myself to do it.  That was a big laugh line, and,
when I didn't deliver it, Rick said, "If you do, I might even kiss it
later."  That made them howl, and I'm sure I turned bright red.

	With the introductory part over, Rick and I set about doing what
was necessary to get the boat under way.  We motored out of our berth, and
then we set the sails.  Or, I should say, I set the sails, as I usually
did.  Of course, a line got tangled, so I had to shimmy my young ass up the
mast to untangle it.  I looked down, and my dad had that "be careful, son"
look on his face, but, thank God, he didn't say anything.
	Once we were under sail, Rick and I assumed our usual position at
the wheel.  I was behind him that time.  I rubbed against him, and my
already-hardening cock took on its full life.
	"Are you feeling okay about it so far," Rick asked me.
	"Yeah, I guess," I said.  I was rubbing my crotch on his ass, and I
knew he knew I was stone hard.
	"Mmmmm," he said.  "It feels like old times to me."
	"It is," I said.  "I'll be okay.  Don't worry."  With that, I
raised his arms and took off his tee shirt.  Then I undid the buttons on
his cutoffs and let his shorts drop to the deck.  He wasn't wearing
underwear, which was pretty typical for the start of a cruise.  I took off
my tee and dropped my shorts, too, and, within a couple of minutes, I had
my cock up his ass, minus my ball and chain, of course, which I hooked onto
a nipple ring, as usual.  He moaned when I found his prostate and held the
head of my cock on it.  As usual, we didn't fuck in and out; instead, we
let the gentle roll of the boat bring us off.  I came five times, and I
think Rick made it to six before we both shot our loads.  I got down and
sucked my cum out of his ass, which is something I had only done a couple
of times before, and I think that let him know I was feeling all right
about the trip.  He made me take the wheel and cleaned off my cock for me
with his mouth.  By the time we were ready to turn on the auto-pilot and
join our guests, we were both soft but a little distended.  That was fine
with both of us.  I put my ball and chain back in place.
	We joined the guys on the main deck.  All of them were nude, as
were Rick and I.  They all looked at us as though they had never seen nude
men before.  I'm sure Dad and Uncle Stan were surprised by the body
decorations Rick and I wore, and I guess the other guys were just glad to
see us naked.  Nobody said anything, but the look on Dad's and Stan's faces
made me know they would want an explanation later.  Stan already knew about
my nipple rings, if he still remembered them from the party on Christmas
Eve, but neither one knew about my PA.
	The two younger guys, Bill and JJ, were off to the side, talking
and getting to know one another.  Their dads were sitting together talking,
and my dad and Uncle Stan were together.  I went over to the young guys,
and Rick joined Dad and Stan.
	It turned out Bill and JJ's dads had been together about fifteen
years, and neither son really knew his dad all that well.  Bill was twenty
and JJ was nineteen. Bill and JJ had both been raised by their mothers and
step-fathers.  They had known each other when they visited their dads at
the same time when they were little kids, but that had been over ten years
before.  I could tell they were interested in getting to know one another
better, now that they were adults and sure of their sexuality.  Both guys
were very good looking, but Bill, Matt's son, was the better built of the
two.  They were both college students.  JJ's dad was Omar, although he
wasn't Arab or anything like you would usually associate that name with.
Matt and Omar were both tax attorneys in practice together in Atlanta, and
I knew that as soon as they figured out Dad and Stan were CPA's, we'd have
some serious discussions going on. As we were talking, I felt a need to
come out to the group about me and Dad and Stan and Rick.
	I stood up and walked to a place where everybody could see me.  I
was completely naked (the soles of my feet had toughened up enough by that
point that I didn't even need to wear flip-flops or deck shoes against the
heat of the deck).
	"Can I have everybody's attention, please."
	They all looked at me.  I didn't feel the least bit self-conscious,
but I wished they would all look at my face instead of wherever else they
were looking.
	"I want to come out to y'all.  I'm gay, and Rick is my lover."
	There was mild applause, and one of the young guys--Bill, I
think--whistled.  When that died down, I said, with some difficulty, "And
George is my dad.  And Rick is George's step-brother.  Or, at least, he was
until Rick's dad died.  And Stan has always been my Uncle Stan, even though
he's not related by blood.  And, of course, Rick isn't, either.
	"George and Stan are CPA's and partners in an accounting firm, and
they've been friends since the third grade.  I knew Rick when I was a
little kid, but I fell in love with him last Christmas, when he came to our
house for the holidays.  My mom left my dad about two months ago.  I have
two older sisters and two nephews.  So, there.  You know what's been eating
at me since I first found out Dad, er, George--fuck, he's 'Dad' to me--and
Stan were going to be on this trip."
	Everybody applauded loudly.  I could tell they admired me for
saying all of that, and I felt 110% better.
	"All right, boys.  Let's party," I said.
	More applause and laughter.
	Rick pulled me aside after that little show.
	"God _damn_, Kevin."
	I thought I was in deep shit.
	"That took balls, man.  Just when I thought I couldn't love you any
more, you pull that shit and make me love you even more."  He grabbed me
and kissed me hard.
	"You scared me, Rick.  I thought you were going to chew me out for
that."
	"Don't you see?  That cleared the air.  Everybody now knows where
we all stand.  And you took a big risk of pissing off George and Stan.  But
they loved it."
	He took my balls into his right hand and started fondling them.  It
began to make me hard.
	"These are real balls," he said.  He let them go.  I would have
loved for him to have continued, but I knew we had work to do.  "I'll get
back to these later," he said.  He kissed me again, and we rejoined the
guys on deck.
	"It's just about dolphin time," I said.  I explained about the
school of dolphins that met us every week just about that time, and I
passed out binoculars.  JJ spotted them first.
	"Look over there," he said.  "About two o'clock."
	I trained my binoculars in that direction, and he was right.  There
were our friends.  "Okay, guys, we'll sail over, drop anchor, and swim with
them, if you want to.  They know Rick and me, and they'll know you're our
guests.  I guarantee it'll be fun."
	All the guys were in favor of it, so we steered the boat over
toward them.  They saw us coming and swam in our direction.
	We dropped our anchors and dove in.  Just as I predicted, they were
as playful as ever, maybe a little more so, even.  We had a ball for a
couple of hours with our friends.
	When we climbed on board, the older guys showered first and went up
to the main deck.  That left me with Bill and JJ.
	"What the hell is this thing," Bill asked, picking up the ass
probe.
	"It's a kind of enema thingy," I said.  "It squirts water up your
ass and cleans you out."
	There was a short silence, then Bill said he wanted to try it.
	"Okay," I said.  "Just bend over.  I'll shoot water up your ass,
and, when you've had all you can stand, just stick your ass over the rail
and let it go."
	"I've never had an enema before," Bill said, "but I've wanted to
try one."
	With that, he bent over to give me access to his hole.  I rubbed it
a little, and he moaned slightly.  I even rubbed the tip of my cock on it,
and I'm sure the feel of my PA was a new sensation for him.  He moaned
louder.  JJ watched wide-eyed.
	I stuck the probe into Bill and turned on the water really slow.
	After a minute of taking water, Bill said, "This is fucking wild,
man.  My cock is rock hard."
	I rubbed his buttocks as I gave him the water, and he moaned quite
a bit.  JJ was starting to stiffen up.
	"Okay, I think that's enough," Bill said.
	"Are you sure," I asked.
	In the time it took me to ask, he probably got another half pint
into him.
	"Yeah, man.  Pull it out."
	I pulled it out immediately.
	Bill stood up straight and faced us.  His cock was at a perfect
forty-five degree angle from his abs, and he was leaking pre-cum.
	"If you can hold it," I said to him, "all three of us can shit it
out together.  We'll probably want to jerk off together, too."
	"I can hold it, I think," Bill said.
	I knew JJ wanted the water treatment, too, especially since he
stuck his ass up in front of me without being told to do so.  I rubbed his
hole with my finger and the ring in my cock, just as I had done to Bill,
and he moaned, too.  I inserted the water probe, and filled his ass up.
Like Bill, he stood up handsome and hard.  Wow.
	I stuck it up my own ass next, and filled myself up.  It made me
just as hard as the other guys.
	"Okay, stick your ass over the side and let the water out really
slowly.  I plan to jerk off while I do it, but you can do whatever you want
to."
	That was all it took.  All three of us were lined up side by side
in an instant, letting out water (and in my case, at least, shit, as well),
jerking ourselves off.  The sensation is hard to describe, but it's sort of
the negative of having a cock up your ass.  Nothing hurts or burns or
anything.  It just feels really nice letting go a huge intestinal mass
through your anus.
	All three of us jerked our cocks hard, looking at one another doing
it.  Both of the other guys were cut and built about average, and both of
them marvelled at the way I jerked my uncut cock differently from how they
did it.  Pretty soon, all three of us came.  They both shot cum, but I
didn't.  They knew I had an orgasm, but they just kind of looked at one
another.  They showered the cum off themselves, and the three of us went up
to the main deck.
	"Damn, Kevin.  That was pretty incredible," JJ said.
	"I know," I said, and licked his right nipple.  I think he blushed
a little, but I didn't give a shit.
	Up on deck, it was time for drinks.  I played bartender, and Rick
got some snacks for everybody to munch on.  We hadn't caught any fish yet,
so that night's meal would be red meat.  The steaks had been in the
refrigerator since they had been delivered that morning, but Rick took them
out to bring them to room temperature.
	It was just about sunset, and the boat was facing west.  We all
went up to the bow and stood there looking at the spectacle of the sun
setting over the Gulf.  It was more spectacular that night than it often
was, and Bill and Omar took pictures of it.  Bill also took a couple of
pictures of me, and I just smiled as I always do in pictures.
	After more drinks and dinner, we dropped anchor for the night.  It
was barely light in the sky, so we turned on both our safety lights and a
couple of small flood lights.  That was the part of the trip where the
group sex usually started, and I was a little nervous about what might
happen.
	Rick asked me to get my guitar.  I did, and we spent an hour or
more singing songs everybody, or almost everybody, knew.
	"I didn't know you played so well, Kevin," my dad said.
	"Well, Dad, I've had some practice in the last few months."
	"You're really good," Uncle Stan said.
	"Thanks," I said.  I took a cigarette from the pack that was on the
table and lit up.  Everybody but JJ lit up, too.
	We sat quietly on the deck, drinking and smoking.  Nobody said
anything until Dad finally said, "I'm exhausted.  Are you coming to bed,
Stan?"
	Stan was on that offer in an instant.  He said goodnight, as did
Dad, and they went to their cabin.  In another minute, Omar said pretty
much the same thing to Matt, and the two of them went to their cabin.
	That left Rick, JJ, Bill, and me on the deck.  That was the time
for the fun to begin.
	I got up and replenished everybody's drinks.  I noticed that Bill
and JJ were sitting closer to one another than they had been before, but
they weren't touching, and they damn sure weren't in the "we're a couple"
pose.  I was exceptionally horny that night, so I decided to get things
started.
	"Are you guys stinging from the sun," I asked.
	They both said they were.
	"Rick's got some shit that will put a tan on your asses by tomorrow
morning.  Let me get it for you."
	I scurried down to our cabin and got the sunburn medicine.  I took
it up to the main deck and told JJ to come over to me.  I applied a
generous dose to his ass, and I noticed his cock putting on a little
weight.  It wasn't much, but I could tell he could easily be persuaded.
Then I went for his front.  I really greased up my hand well, and I applied
it to the places that had been pure white but were then quite red.  Then I
turned my attention to his cock.  When I took it in hand, he made a kind of
reflexive backward step.  In a second, though, he let me rub it in.  I got
him fully hard in no time, and I sensed he was breathing heavily.
	Bill was next for my treatment.  I noticed out of the corner of my
eye that Rick was taking all of that in with amusement.  Those boys were
major-league lookers, and Rick knew I wanted a piece of each of them.  Bill
was hard, too, by the time I finished with him.
	"So, do you guys have boyfriends," I asked.
	"Naw, I don't," JJ answered.
	"Me, either," Bill said.
	"So you guys kind of play the field," Rick asked.
	"Well, I'd like to," Bill said, "but I'm pretty shy."  He paused
for a few seconds.  "Okay, I'm going to admit it.  I'm a virgin."
	Rick and I both knew better than to do or say anything, but JJ
blurted out, "Shit, man, so am I.  Put it there.  The two oldest fucking
virgins in America."  He shook Bill's hand, and they both grinned.  Rick
and I grinned, too, knowing as well as they did that they weren't the two
oldest virgins in America.
	"Who wants a drink," Rick asked.
	"I do.  I do," I said, not unlike a little kid might who was asked
if he wanted dessert.
	"How about it, guys?  Rum and coke?  Burbon and coke?  Scotch and
water?  What?"
	"That scotch sounds good," Bill said.
	"Okay.  JJ?"
	"I've been drinking bourbon and 7-Up.  Is that okay?"
	"Sure," Rick said.  "Coming right up."  Rick knew I wanted scotch,
so he didn't even ask.
	"Are you in college, Kevin," JJ asked.
	"No.  Just working with Rick.  I'll go to college eventually, but
it might be a few years."
	"This must be some kind of perfect life," Bill said.  "Damn.  No
tests, no papers, no bullshit."
	"Well, there's always bullshit," I said, "but, yeah, it is kind of
perfect.  I've got a nice life.  No question about it."
	Both guys had had their eyes riveted to my cock since I had applied
the suntan medicine to them.  They had seen me hard earlier when we jerked
off together after our shower and enema.  I wondered what they were looking
at, and why.  They were both still hard.
	"Do you take out that ring for, er, you know..." Bill asked.
	"Anal sex?"
	He nodded.
	"Naw, man.  That's when it's the best.  For me and for him.  I do
take the ball and chain off, though."
	"Does it hurt?  Anal sex, I mean."  That question was from JJ.
	"No.  It never has for me.  Of course, Rick was my first, and he
was so considerate that he just slide into me without any pain."
	"He's pretty big, too," JJ said.
	"He's about average.  He's no bigger than you guys.  I'm a little
on the big side, but not really gigantic."
	Rick came back with our drinks.  "What are you guys talking about?"
	"Butt fuckin'," I said.  Bill and JJ kind of blushed a little.
"They were asking me if it hurts.  I told them your cock is so small, you
could fuck my ear and I'd barely feel it."
	Bill and JJ laughed.
	"Very funny.  Very fucking funny, Kevin.  Actually, guys, he cries
every time I get hard for fear of what I'm going to do to him."
	"I'd beat you up for saying that, but I know you're on the rag.
That wouldn't be fair."  I was really pushing the limit there, but he knew
it was in fun to try to loosen those guys up.
	"Oh, yeah," Rick said.  With that, he set his drink aside and came
toward me.  We already had the vinyl mat down, although it hadn't seen any
action yet on that trip.  He jumped me, and we started wrestling.  Rick was
strong, but he and I both knew I was stronger.  I could have creamed his
ass, literally and figuratively.  I decided to let him win, but not without
putting up a fight.  We both got hard, and I noticed that Bill and JJ both
stiffened up again, too.  Rick finally got me into my favorite position: on
my back, arms pinned above my head, and legs up over his shoulders.  We
were both drenched with sweat, and I could smell him.  That only aroused me
more.
	"What do you think, guys?  Should I rape him?"
	Bill started to say "yeah," but he caught himself when he noticed
that JJ wasn't as enthusiastic as he was.  They ended up not saying
anything.
	"Well, fuck you, guys," Rick said.  "I'm going for gold."  He
positioned himself in front of my asshole and plunged in.  He went all the
way in in one deep thrust, and I heard one of the boys gasp.  Rick fucked
me for all he was worth, and I loved every second of it.  There was no
pain; my ass knew his cock too well for that to be an issue.  He got me
onto my shoulders, and my cock was right in front of my mouth.  I raised my
head and started sucking myself off.  The ring of my PA felt good in my
mouth, and it didn't take me or Rick long to come to orgasm.  Neither of us
shot cum, though, and we continued that for a good twenty minutes.  I
couldn't see either boy, but I was sure they were both hard and leaking.
	Finally, after our fourth dry orgasm, Rick turned me loose.  He
flopped down on top of me, and we kissed long and hard.
	"That's what you get for insulting the captain," he said.
	"Aye, aye, mother fucker, sir," I said.  Rick laughed.
	"Damn, I've never seen anything like that," Bill said.
	"Me, either," JJ echoed.  "I thought it was a real rape.  They were
just playing."
	"Of course, we were playing," I said.  "I could take his sorry ass
any time, any day.  I just wanted to get fucked, is all.  He's so fucking
stingy with his sea-man, you notice my ass ain't dripping."
	In a few seconds, Rick said, "I notice you boys are mighty hard."
	They both kind of blushed, which was sort of cute, especially
considering their model good looks.
	"Y'all want to try some of that shit?"
	I didn't wait for them to respond.  I crawled over to JJ, the
younger one, and took his cock into my mouth.  It fit me perfectly, and I
could go all the way down to his pubes without gagging or feeling any
discomfort.  It wasn't that he was all that small.  He had a good six
inches or more on him, and it was reasonably thick.  I just had a long
mouth, as I had slowly discovered over the six months or so before that.  I
had taken two or three eight-inchers with no more trouble.
	That must have been JJ's first blow job because he didn't last long
at all.  He blasted my throat with cum in less that two minutes, at most.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Rick was working over Bill the same
way, and Bill didn't last any longer than JJ had.  Those boys were horny,
that was for sure.
	We had a cigarette break.  I was sitting next to JJ, draping my
left hand over his thighs as I smoked with my right hand.  When we finished
our smokes, I leaned in and kissed him, giving him plenty of tongue.  He
loved that, I could tell, and I slowly worked my way down his body,
spending a pretty good amount of time on each nipple.  He was the sensitive
type, and I could tell he was in ecstasy just from what I was doing on his
chest.
	I moved back to his mouth, and then to his ear.
	"I want to fuck you," I whispered.  "Can you handle that?"
	"Oh, God, yeah," he said.  "I want you bad, man."
	I reached for one of the tubes of KY that were about.  Before I
used it though, I had him get on his back, and he let me rim his ass.  He
squirmed in pleasure when I did that, and I knew instinctively I had an
ass-man on my hands.  I licked his hole, tongue-fucked it, and got a couple
of fingers inside him to loosen him up.  At one point I thought he was
going to come, so I backed off to let him get control.  I stuck the tip end
of the KY tube up his ass and blasted a good bit up there.  Then I lubed up
my cock.
	"I'm going to get on my back.  I want you to lower yourself onto my
cock.  You're in control.  Sex is supposed to be fun, so if it hurts too
bad, pull off.  Press down like you're taking a shit, and that will open
you up."
	He did as I suggested.  It took him a couple of minutes to impale
himself on me, but, once he did, he took to it like a duck takes to water.
	"Pump up and down on me," I said.  "Go as deeply or as shallowly as
you want to.  Too deep, and it won't feel as good."
	We did that for awhile, and he was cool with the whole thing.
Finally, I suggested we change position, and he was willing.  I got him on
his back and really went to town.  I was right on his prostate the whole
time, and I made a conscious effort to keep my PA ring positioned so that
it scraped his gland on every thrust.
	He didn't last very long, I'm afraid, but the orgasm he had was
spectacular.  I've always thought the farther the shot, the better the
come.  If that was true for him, it was a humdinger.  He was facing me, and
I had cum all over my face, neck, hair, and God-knows-where else.  I was
still rock hard inside him. "You mind if I kiss you," I asked.  He didn't
say anything, but he closed his eyes, which I took to be a "no, I don't
mind."  I kissed him with plenty of tongue, and he kissed me back.  When we
broke the kiss, he put his head next to mine.  His lips were right at my
left ear.
	"That was the most incredible experience of my life," he whispered.
	"Good," I whispered back.  "I wanted it to be."  I kissed him
again, and then I rolled us over so he was on his back.  I was still hard
inside him, and he was still hard against my stomach.  I hiked his legs up
to give me some leverage, and I fucked him again.  He lasted much longer
that time, and I decided to release my cum into him.  When we both finally
arrived, I could see on his face that he had felt me spew into his ass.  He
seemed to love it.  I held him tight for several more minutes, nibbling on
his neck from time to time.  Finally, we were both soft and ready to
disengage.
	Rick and Bill were already sitting up, smoking.  I had smelled the
smoke, of course, so I figured they had finished before us.  JJ and I sat
up and lit up.  JJ hadn't smoked before, so I didn't think he did, but he
sure smoked like a verteran then.
	"That was incredible, Kevin," JJ said.  "Will you marry me?"
	"Nope.  Sorry, but I'm taken."
	We all laughed.
	"Besides, nobody marries the person who takes their cherry.  It's
un-American."  I grinned at him, and he smiled back.  I wondered if he
remembered that I had told him Rick was the first guy to fuck me.
	Rick got fresh drinks for us all, and we settled back into a kind
of quiet euphoria.  Nobody wanted to talk, it seemed, and, pretty soon, I
crawled over to Rick.  I figured he and I would sleep on the deck, as we
often did.  I cuddled into his arms and promptly went to sleep for the
night.