Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 09:30:50 -0800 (PST) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: First Mate, Chap. 5 Disclaimer: This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between and among young adult men, and anyone who finds this subject matter objectionable, or who is not of legal age in his or her political jurisdiction to read such material, must leave immediately. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the amusement and entertainment or readers. It may not be posted or reprinted in any other medium without the written consent of its author. Comments are always welcome. First Mate Chapter Five The Cruise Continues The next morning Rick and I woke up at almost the same time. We were both hard as rocks from having to piss, so we stuck out dicks out over the side of the boat and added a little to the Gulf of Mexico. Rick looked me over, front and back, and announced that the ointment had woked its miracle during the night. I looked down at myself, and the faint tan line that had been there the day before was gone. I was a nice golden brown all over. Rick pulled me down onto the mat. "I love to fuck in the morning on deck," he said. With that we kissed, a deep, wet, passionate kiss that aroused me fully. Rick was in a really playful mood that morning. Instead of rimming my ass as a preparation to fucking me, he licked my body from my face to my feet. He told me to lie still and let him pleasure me. And, oh, did he. He took each of my nipple rings into his mouth and played with them with his tongue. My nipples had been a good bit more sensitive since I'd had them pierced, but that morning it felt as though they were the center of my entire sexual being. Rick ran his tongue down my chest and down the length of my hard-on to my ball sack. He took each ball into his mouth, one at a time, and sucked it. God, that felt good. Finally, he got to my hole. He played with it with his tongue a while. Then he raised my legs up onto his shoulders and entered me in one direct thrust. He lowered my legs and was sort of sitting on his haunches while he fucked me. He moved in and out in slow, deliberate strokes, every one of which grazed my prostate, sending waves of pleasure over me. It went on and on and on and on. "My cock's not as sensitive in the morning, so I can fuck for a much longer time," he said. "Is that okay with you?" "Babe, you take as long as you fucking want to. I'm yours." He lower himself on top of me and kissed me as we fucked. He took my right nipple into his mouth and teased the ring with his tongue. I knew I was truly in paradise. In a few minutes, I felt an imminent orgasm. I shot a huge load in the space between us, and I bucked involuntarily a good forty times as I climaxed and shot. That made Rick come, and I felt his hot sperm shooting up into my bowels. It was wonderful. We stayed like that a good while. Finally, Rick said, "I've got to take another piss, but I hate to pull out." "Don't," I said. "But I've got to. I almost always piss twice in the morning." "Piss, but don't pull out. Piss inside me." "What?" "You heard me. Piss inside me," I said. "Are you sure," he asked. I could tell the idea wasn't new to him and that it excited him. "Fuck, yeah, I'm sure. I've always wanted to see what that was like." "Oh, babe, me, too," he said. Without another word, I could sense him concentrating on releasing his urine. It usually takes me a while to start when I'm hard, and Rick was definitely still hard. Eventually, though, I felt the warmth of his hot piss enter me. I started thrusting against his chest, and, by the time he was finished pissing, I was ready to come again. He pushed in as tight as he could so that his cock was pressing on my prostate, and I unloaded another volley of cum. Damn, that felt good. Again, we stayed linked. Rick finally softened and pulled out. I felt totally full, but I had to let his piss out of me, or I'd burst. He knew that and led me very quickly to a lower deck. He situated me on a rail, and I let loose piss, shit, cum, and everything else inside me into the ocean. Shitting has always felt good to me, and that unloading was the best of my life. There was a shower head down on that level, so he and I bathed. Or bathed each other, rather. I showed Rick how to retract my foreskin to wash underneath it, and I left it pulled back on my semi-boner. The shower had a hose connected to it, and, at the end of the hose, was a nozzle thing that reminded me of an enema tube. Rick picked that up and turned on the water to it. "Come here," he said to me. "What's that thing, babe? It kind of looks like an enema thing." "That's pretty much what it is. Can I use it on you?" "Er..." "Come on. I think you'll like it. Besides, do you think for one second I'd ever do anything that would hurt you?" "No, but...." I walked over to him even as I was saying that. He had me lean up against the rail and spread my legs. He found my hole with his finger and rubbed it a little. "Mmmmmm," I said in response. Then he gently inserted the tube in my butt, and I got a rush as the water started filling me. For some reason, I found his doing that incredibly sexy, and I popped a bone as hard as I've ever had. "Take as much as you can, but not so much that it hurts. Then lean over the rail and shit it out." I did as he said, and I could feel little lumps of shit coming out of me. I looked behind, and the water was a light shade of brown. He did it a couple of more times, and by the third time the water came out clear. "Now. You're all clean, inside and out. Do it to me." I did as instructed, and he, too, got hard. "Now, let's take care of these things before we greet our guests." He pulled me to him and too my cock into his hand. He pulled my foreskin over the head of his cock, and he jerked us both off inside the skin. We had cum to wash off, of course, but I felt so sexually fulfilled that I didn't think I'd ever want sex again. When we were all through with our shower, we walked up to the higher level, hosed off the mat, and put it out into the sun to dry, to be ready for another time. There was no sign of Andy and Paul. Rick made coffee, and I got out some fruit and bagles and cream cheese for breakfast. We ate standing at a counter in the galley. Then we took our coffee onto the deck to enjoy the early morning. I checked the clock in the galley on the way out, and it was still only 6:30. We sat and drank coffee and smoked the day's first cigarettes. "I wonder where the other guys are," I asked. "People tend to sleep long and well on a sailboat. It might be nine o'clock before we see those two. I suspect they were up later than we were." With that, he winked at me. After a second cup of coffee and more cigarettes, we decided to get under way. We set the sails, turned on the auto-pilot, and went down to the lower deck to watch the boat proceed in the wind. "It's cooler than I thought it would be," I said. "Are you cold?" "A little." He wrapped himself around me for warmth. His aroma was so natural and so pure it almost took my breath away. Neither of us had shaved or used deodorant, and we luxuriated in the natural smell of each other. I had known I was in love with this guy for over a week, but, at that moment, I felt closer to him than to any other human being in my life. "I love you," I whispered. He didn't respond. When I looked at him, big tears were in his eyes. "What's the matter," I asked, concerned that I had said or done something wrong. "You just make me so happy," he said. "I love you, too." Rick held me tenderly for a long time. I felt his cock start to stiffen against my ass, and mine was at about half-hard status. I leaned back into him a little more firmly, and he reached around and took my cock into his hand. In a couple of minutes, I could feel the head of his cock against my asshole, and I wanted desperately for him to enter me. I pushed down on it, and it slid into me effortlessly. We didn't move. He didn't thrust, and I didn't push down on him. We just stood there, his arms wrapped around me, his manhood inside me. I felt a total peace and comfort and joy. My man inside me and my manhood inside his strong hand. "Well, will you look at this." It was Andy's voice. We were busted. "That looks like fun," Paul said. He and Andy came down beside us. "Morning, boys," Rick said. "Care to join us?" That was exactly what they intended to do. Paul got behind Andy and wrapped his arms around him as Rick had wrapped his around me. It took a slight effort for Paul to penetrate, but, eventually, he succeeded. The four of us stood on the prow of the boat, locked in love. In that position, Rick's cock gently touched my prostate, not enough to make me come, but enough to give me the warmest feeling inside. The boat cut through the water, and we swayed as the waves made us rise and fall slightly. I honestly thought I was in heaven. Gradually, under the pressure of Rick's dick inside me, my own dick started to swell. The skin pulled back, exposing the head of my cock. A long drop of precum hung from it. We remained that way for a time longer. "Pump your ass muscles, Andy," Paul said. "I'm starting to soften up inside you." I assume Andy complied with the request. It made me notice Rick's cock, though, and I decided to pump it a little with my own internal fuck-muscles. Rick moaned when I did it. "You're gonna make me come, Kevin," Rick said. "You want me to stop?" "Fuck, no. Keep it up, man. That feels fantastic." I did as my lover commanded. I pumped my internal muscles for all I was worth. "Shit, I'm going to come," Rick said. With that, he thrust into me as deeply as he could. I continued pumping my muscles, as I felt him shoot deep inside me. Seconds later, I went into an immense contraction of my own, but no cum shot out of me. I definitely had an orgasm, and it was a doozy, but there was no ejaculate. I kept pumping my muscles. In a minute or so, Rick came again, this time screaming out his pleasure and joy. I came a second time, but, again, there was no explosion. I pumped my muscles some more, and, finally, I spasmed a third time and my cum shot out like a rocket. That was the most intense and draining sexual experience of my young life. When I finally caught my breath and Rick withdrew, I noticed that Andy and Paul had also consumated their coupling. "What the fuck was that all about," Rick asked. "You came three times, but you only shot once. How the hell did you do that?" "I don't know, man. Are you mad at me?" "Mad at you? Shit, that was about the most amazing sex I've ever had, Kevin. You've got to perfect that, man." "I've heard of guys who can have multiple orgasms without shooting," Paul said. "I think they teach young boys how to do that in India or someplace like that. I've read about it, but I've never done it or seen it done." "It was really intense," I said. "_Really_ intense." We spent most of the rest of that day sailing the Caribbean. I was never less than half-hard all day long, and I kept thinking about what had happened that morning. As the day moved on, we got out the weights and other exercise equipment, and all four of us worked out. It felt really good to be pumping iron in the hot sun of the sea. After lunch, we all dozed on the deck. Around two o'clock, the radar siren went off, awakening us from our naps. "What the hell is that," I asked, with alarm. "Oh, that's the radar alarm to let us know we're within a mile of something. I suspect it's the island we're going to spend the night on," Rick said. He took me into the pilot house, and we checked the radar. Sure enough, it was an island, and not another vessel, that we were nearing. Rick turned off the automatic pilot and helped me steer the boat. When we were within sight of the island, we hauled in the sails and he started up the motor. "There's a beautiful little cove on this island. We'll anchor there. This is great snorkeling territory, by the way. We can snorkel for a while and maybe catch some crabs or lobsters for dinner." We weighed anchor, and Rick told Andy and Paul this was where we would spend the night. He told them about the snorkeling, and they were eager to try it. He told us about trying to catch supper, but he also reassured us we had some prime beef ready, in case we weren't successful. All of us had been naked all day, so Rick hauled out the snorkeling gear and we got ready to go in. I told Rick I was an experienced snorkeler, and diver, for that matter, and he seemed pleased. He gave me a spear gun, and he took one for himself. Andy had snorkeled before, so he went over the "how-to's" with Paul. All four of us were in the water in a matter of minutes. The island was surrounded by a coral reef, and it was teeming with life. The fish were gorgeous, and I spotted several lobsters in only a few minutes. I had caught lobsters before, so I dove down and started scooping them up. I got four in no time, without having to use my spear gun. Andy and Paul were completely taken with the beauty of underwater life. Neither of them got anything, though. Rick was more savvy than that, and he came to the surface with a sack full of mollusks and crabs. We had enough for a feast for ten people, let alone four. After snorkeling, we took one of the two smaller boats on the sailboat onto the island. We found firewood, built a fire, and started cooking our dinner. Rick had some potatoes and frozen corn-on-the-cob on board, so we cooked those with the lobsters and other shellfish. That night we had a grand feast. Rick had asked me to bring my guitar to the island. In the afterglow of a wonderful meal, and with rum-and-cokes in hand, I played and sang some of the Buffett material I knew. All three guys seemed to love it, and I had a blast entertaining them. They sang along on some of the songs, but they didn't know most of them. I also played a few Beach Boys hits, especially "Cocomo," which seemed just right for the setting. Of course, the singing and drinking couldn't go on all night, and, after a few hours of it, we all started thinking about sex and going to bed. We had never planned to spend the night on the island, so we doused the fire, cleaned up the camp site, motored back to the sailboat, put the leftovers away, and bedded down with our partners. "I can't believe how wonderful this is," I said to Rick, as I climbed into bed with him. We were sleeping in the captain's cabin that night, instead of on the deck. "You really like it," he asked. "Oh, man, I could spend the rest of my life naked and doing this." That made him grin from ear to ear. "Get your ass in this bed," he said in a mock-serious tone. "We've got work to do." The rest of my training week went about the same as the first few days had gone. We partied hard in Jamaica, and I came very close to getting a tattoo. Rick convinced me not to, though, assuring me that conditions in the tattoo parlors in Key West were much more antiseptic and safer. Except for the time we spent in Jamaica, I don't remember having clothes on at all during that trip. By the time we put in in Key West, I was as brown as Rick, maybe even a little darker. We had both become really fond of Andy and Paul on the trip. Both were entertaining and interesting guys, and both were great lovers. Paul, it turned out, was an avid photographer and Web page designer, and he must have taken fifty rolls of film. They weren't all of me, but I'm sure I showed up in quite a few of them. He asked me if I had any objections to his posting my nude pictures to his Web site, and, after discussing the matter with Rick, I told him I didn't, as long as he mentioned Rainbow Cruises and didn't give my full name. It was kind of an emotional farewell to those guys, but they had to get back to Detroit and their lives there. Life's a beach, but not for everybody. Just for Rick and me.