Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2022 06:52:10 +0200 From: Marin Giustinian Subject: Gabriel, my latest story In the following story, all of the characters are totally fictive and the setting is real. For whomever it would be illegal, immoral or prohibited for any other reason whatsoever to read a story about love between two young men is kindly requested to refrain from continuing. A free picture album illustrating this story (pdf) is available upon request at . Please remember to help Nifty stay online by sending your contributions, using the link https://donate.nifty.org/. This being said, I hope you enjoy the tale. ---------- GABRIEL by Marin Giustinian ---------- Scotland, Summer of 2021 ---------- Gabriel Sutherland, son of Sean and Marie Sutherland, from Edinburgh, turned sixteen on May 7, 2021, and was no longer compelled by law to attend school. Mark, Sean's brother and Gabriel's uncle, was in Edinburgh for the opening of his latest exhibit at Willows, a small art gallery on Cockburn Street. He was a guest in the Sutherland home and, of course, glad to be there for his nephew's birthday. Gabriel didn't want a party other than family. He said all he wanted was a Cassoulet dinner, his French mother's specialty, with his parents, little sister, and Uncle Mark. Uncle Mark was a young, strikingly handsome, and a very successful painter of semi-abstract watercolour seascapes. He lived in a loft on the old waterfront of Stromness, in the Orkneys. He often spent days cruising the islands aboard his 30 foot racer-cruiser named Gogan. Sailing inspired his work. Gabriel idolised his Uncle Mark, imagining him living free as the wind in a world of nature and adventure -- and, in fact, Gabriel was very close to Mark's reality. At the end of his birthday dinner, Gabriel spoke up and said, "I'd love to learn both sailing and watercolours with you, Uncle Mark. Can you take me aboard to sail and also teach me your art?" Mark was a bit surprised, as well as Gabriel's parents. Mark smiled and simply replied, "I'm flattered, Gabriel, but..." Sean interrupted his younger brother and exclaimed, "Gabriel, are you serious?" "Yes, very serious, Dad!" "Mark, Gabriel worships you, but beyond that, he dropped out of school," stated Sean. "Really?" exclaimed Mark, looking at his nephew. "Yes, really! As of July 3, he'll no longer be a student and he's totally undecided as to what he wants to do after that. He was never happy in school and had fallen behind in his studies during the first lockdown. He never really caught up." "But he's absolutely brilliant!" exclaimed Mark. "That he is, but school discipline, the hassle of competition and rivalry among the boys, the constant pressure of the teachers... well, let's say, school and Gabriel weren't made to get along," then turning to his son, Sean continued, "Gabriel, I'm pleasingly astonished! This is the first time you've actually expressed real interest in something." "I'm very deeply interested, Dad! Please, Uncle Mark... take me with you... I want to be your assistant, your apprentice, your sailor, your houseboy, everything and anything useful for you. Even if I'm a misfit in school, I'm a fast learner..." implored Gabriel. Mark glanced out the window, then at Gabriel. There was a moment of suspended silence. "I like you a lot, Gabriel... but... but this is all so sudden. I need time to think about it." Marie spoke up. "Of course, Mark, I understand. But while you're, as you say, 'thinking', do keep in mind that your older brother and I are behind our boy and that he's a part of you as well. I know that you enjoy your freedom and don't want to be tied down... but Gabriel could be a person with whom you can enjoy your freedom even more -- because it's shared! You're still a teenager at heart! When you say you've got to think about it, that means you're only focusing on your own selfish, immature person. If you have the guts, put him in your picture and see what happens!" Mark was used to Marie's direct way of expressing herself, but this time he thought she overdid it. "I hear you, Marie, but I'd like to also say that your immature brother-in-law, that is to say, ME, has his reasons to be careful." "Of course you do!" quipped back Marie as she rose to empty the table. Betty, Gabriel's little sister jumped up to help her mother. Sean took Mark by the arm, saying, "We need to talk in private, brother." Gabriel just stood there, then shrugged. He gathered his presents and shouted out, "Well, thank you for the birthday dinner everybody. I'm going to bed." "Good night, Gabriel," replied Mark as they were leaving. Sean glanced back at his son, gave him a wink, and ushered Mark into his office. Gabriel climbed the stairs to his room, praying that his father still had the power over his little brother... ---------- The following morning, Saturday, Gabriel washed and groomed himself to look the best he could. He was the last to join the others for breakfast. As they ate, Mark kept giving Gabriel glances. "Gabriel, Mark has something to say you," informed Sean. Gabriel crossed his fingers under the table. "Do I have to stay, Mum?" asked Betty. "No, you can leave the table sweetheart," Marie replied. Mark cleared his throat, looked at Gabriel, and simply said, "I'm going to cruise the Orkneys this summer, just wandering around wherever the wind takes me. You say you want to sail and learn art... I guess you mean my secrets... Listen, I'm willing to train you how to be useful on my boat... and try to train your eye, awaken your senses in order for you to feel the soul of the wind, the sea and the soul of the islands. That's a lot of work for me, and a lot more for you. Are you still interested in coming along?" Gabriel gasped. He tried to say something, but nothing came out. Then laughing with glee, he jumped up from the table and threw himself on Mark, nearly shouting, "YES!" Marie reached over and squeezed Sean's arm, both glad to see their son locking Mark in a strong embrace. Once Gabriel had calmed down, Mark continued. "Now let's get things clear. If we get along, you can stay as long as you want. You'll have to do your share of cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. Sean promised me that he would cover your expenses. I just want you to know that living together in a boat as well as in my loft can become a problem if we're not careful to respect each other. My loft is minimal. I do not tolerate disorder. My sloop, Gogan, is minimal too -- and tricky to sail. She's a swift, no-nonsense boat with no frills aboard. I have only the basic essentials for safe sailing. There's a paraffin heater for warmth, a motor to use only when it's absolutely necessary. The amount of water aboard is limited. When I'm cruising, I prefer anchoring in secluded coves instead of harbours. The loo is a bucket. There's a table, a navigation desk, a big berth in the bow... you get the picture..." Gabriel nodded. "If you adapt to that style of life, great! But, if you get on my nerves -- or I on yours -- it can become a tedious disaster." "I understand," uttered Gabriel, for the first time hearing the strict side of his Uncle Mark. "Therefore, I shall not put up with you being moody, lazy, or simply obnoxious. You're not yet a grown man, but you're not a child anymore, and I don't believe in "teenage problems". Even if I am, to quote your mother, a teenager at heart, I don't have that kind of problems and I don't want that kind of problems either. Problems are simply invitations to solutions. If you become a problem for me, or me for you, we'll have to find a solution together and if we don't find one that way, I'll simply notify your father and put you on the first plane back to Edinburgh. Am I clear?" Sean stifled a chuckle as he listened to the stern warning his brother was giving his son. "Quite clear, Uncle Mark." This time, Marie was silent. "However, whatever happens, Gabriel, we'll always be the best of friends." Marie nodded. There was a moment of silent tension. Gabriel turned, looked straight into his uncle's eyes, and calmly asserted, "Uncle Mark, you will absolutely LOVE living with me in your loft as well as aboard your boat." "You really are the son of your mother, Gabriel. I trust you're right!" "More coffee, anybody?" sharply inquired Marie, wiping a tear off her cheek. Mark raised his hand. "Let me heat it up, Mum!" chirped Gabriel, as he rose, touching Mark's shoulder on his way to the kitchen. ---------- Some background information: Gabriel's father, Sean, was an architect. He met Marie on his first job. She was a gorgeous, young, French interior decorator. They fell in love and married, forming a 'modern couple'. Gabriel was their first born. Six years later, Betty was there. The Sutherlands raised their children to be themselves, teaching them HOW to think and not WHAT to think. Mark Sutherland loved his big brother. Sean was twelve years older than Mark and was his idol. They really got to know each other when Sean was in high school. The brothers had lost their parents in a stupid car accident while Mark was in boarding school. He was fourteen. Sean took Mark under his wing, but Mark never seemed to get over being an orphan. He chose to live a solitary life and after his studies, he moved to Stromness. With his part of the inheritance, he bought a sailboat and a small fisherman's shed which he tranformed into a loft. When his watercolours began to sell, he often returned to Edinburgh for his exhibits and to work with the publishing house who created elegant art books with his paintings. He had seen his nephew grow but paid little attention to him. Children did not interest him. Neither did the idea of a steady relationship with a woman -- nor a man, for that matter. Mark took care of Mark and that was it. This being said, we should keep in mind that things can suddenly change very fast... ---------- Flying back to the Orkneys, Mark was confused. Gabriel was stuck in his mind. He was sometimes elated, other times, scared, and most of the time simply puzzled, being totally incapable of imagining what it could be like to live with a sixteen year old lad. If it wasn't for the infinite love and trust he had in his brother, he would have never taken Gabriel with him. Mark considered having young company could be fun. At least that's what he was trying to convince himself of as he got off the plane. The weather was miserable, as usual in the Orkneys, even a bit gloomy at times! Returning to his spartan loft, Mark suddenly felt that it was no longer stylishly 'minimalist'. It was simply empty. Deciding to unpack later, he went down to the marina to check on Gogan. He needed to picture Gabriel aboard with him. As he opened the cabin, a whiff of Gabriel's bittersweet scent seemed to float in the air. He knew that it was pure imagination, but also deducted that in his mind, Gabriel was already aboard. ---------- Gabriel finished school on July 3. He bade farewell to no one but Duncan, his one and only friend -- a refined, almost too beautiful young fellow like himself. They had withstood the bullying insults of the other lads such as 'fag princess' or 'arse eater' together. "I'm going to miss you a lot, Gaby," uttered Duncan as they hugged. "Me too... but I have to follow my star!" "Go! Fly! Soar!" "I won't be gone forever, Duncan!" "Who knows?" ---------- Gabriel and Marie shopped for correct sailing attire, boots, sweaters, caps, etc. Knowing that his space aboard was limited and that his Uncle Mark did not tolerate him 'invading' his loft, he packed and repacked his single seabag, reducing his needs a bit more each time. Sean informed his brother that Gabriel's medical checkup, insurance, emancipation papers, etc. were all taken care of and that he was booked on the Loganair flight arriving in Kirkwall on July 7 at 3:00 PM. As for Mark, he was now relaxed with the idea of Gabriel's presence and admitted to himself that he was even impatient. For Gabriel's arrival, had prepared Gogan as well as his loft for his nephew. Inside and out, both the boat and the loft were absolutely immaculate, including Mark's studio corner where he had his easel, frames, and paintings. Mark took the bus for Kirkwall with connections to the airport. He wanted to be at the gate when Gabriel came out. The flight landed almost on time. At 3:15 PM Gabriel strode through the gate, beaming like an angel. Mark caught his breath. He hadn't remembered Gabriel being that radiant. Hugging, Mark declared, "Welcome to your new world!" As they waited for his bag, Gabriel stated, "You can't believe how happy I am to be here with you, Mark!" "I'm glad you're here too, angel-boy!" "Angel?" "Gabriel's the name of an archangel, isn't it? And man, you are the most gorgeous young fellow I've ever seen. So from now on, I'll call you Angel!" Gabriel laughed and then exclaimed, "But I left my wings in Edinburgh, Uncle Mark!" "With or without wings, you're still a damn hot angel!" "Ah! There's my bag!" They took the 4:30 PM bus to Kirkwall and changed for Stromness, arriving at 5:20 PM. Gabriel commented on the pure fresh sea air as they walked to Mark's loft. Entering, Gabriel exclaimed, "Your loft is fantastic, Uncle Mark!" "Glad you like it. Put your bag over there. You can unpack later. The toilet's behind the door by the bed. I don't have a closed bathroom. I use the glass free standing shower for my evening bath and use the sink for the rest. On the boat we'll sponge bathe at the sink. There's no shower; it uses too much fresh water. By the way, talking about cleanliness, we'll wash up every evening. Since we're sleeping together and living in such close quarters, I don't want us to stink like... well you know how guys can stink... I hope you won't mind us being naked together." "We can wash each other! In my room back in Edinburgh, I stayed naked as much as possible, but I was just by myself. Of course, I don't mind us going naked, Uncle Mark! It's an honour!" "I'm glad that's settled. By the way, are you hungry?" "Starved!" "We'll go out to eat and then lounge around some here before turning in. How's that for you?" "That's great for me!" ---------- Gabriel ate, enjoying every mouthful of his fish and chips, followed by a big gooey dessert.

"Uncle Mark, that was a super meal!" "I glad you enjoy simple food. I don't do fancy cooking at home..." "I'm sure it's awesome. In the kitchen, I'm only good at making breakfast..." "Then breakfast will be your job. Also, I'd like for you to help keeping our space in the loft and aboard Gogan sparkling clean and always orderly." "No problem!" After dinner, they walked to the boat. At 8:30 PM, the sun was still high in the sky. "The forecast for the coming days is favourable for sailing, Gabriel. We're lucky." "I guess the weather changes a lot up here," replied Gabriel. "Yes, it does. It's the light that changes fast, and it's always interesting. As for the wind, to be honest, you can never tell what's going to happen next. That's why I love this part of the world." Gabriel loved his uncle's attitude. Once in the boat, Gabriel looked around, touched an item or two. Mark let him discover on his own. After a few minutes, Gabriel simply said, "I feel good aboard Gogan." "I'm glad..." "Oh! By the way, what does Gogan mean?" "Gogan is the Gaelic word for penis, you know...cock, dick, etc. She's a man's boat, and for me my cock is a very good friend!" Gabriel laughed out loud. "You are soooo coool! I love my cock too!" exclaimed Gabriel. "Listen, it's early. Let's go light a fire in the loft and enjoy a glass of wine or two as the sun sets..." "Perfect!" Mark showed Gabriel his shelves in the wardrobe. While he unpacked, Mark lit the fire. Gabriel had finished and was admiring Mark's latest work on the easel. Mark came up and handed Gabriel his glass of wine. "I love your watercolours. I have one framed in my room back in Edinburgh. It makes me dream." "I dream a lot while I paint..." "I was sure you did! May I ask you a question?" "Of course..." "Do you paint from imagination or do you work on the spot?" "I do both. Weather permitting, I work on the spot. Otherwise, I take a picture of the subject and work on it in the loft," replied Mark, walking over to the sofa. "Your photos must be beautiful too..." "I don't keep them... Let's lounge some and chat a bit. I'd like to get to know you better, Gabriel. Since we're just the two of us here, I'd like for you tell me more about yourself, your likes and dislikes, your love life, the problems you had with the school, you know, stuff like that." As they settled side by side on the sofa facing the fire, Gabriel wondered how much he could actually tell and be honest. "With pleasure, Uncle Mark, but I'm not used to talking about myself... I didn't have anybody to talk to, so to speak..." "Excuse me, before you begin, let's get one thing settled. You know that I'm your uncle and I know you're my nephew, so what's the use insisting on our kinship? I prefer that you drop the Uncle and just call me Mark. I want to live a direct relationship with you. Do you agree?" "I think that's a great idea, Mark, and if you don't mind, I'd prefer you calling me Gaby instead of Angel. My best friend, Duncan, calls me Gaby and I like that. Since you're my best-best friend, please call me Gaby too." "Okay, Gaby. I'm listening..." "Where do you want me to start? School? Love-life? Whatever..." "Likes and dislikes." "That's a good one! I dislike hypocrites, you know the sneaky kind of guys. I like open guys, with broad minds. I like to think. I dislike ready-made thoughts, opinions, criticisms. I like touching the few people I really like -- and being touched too." "Duncan, for instance?" "Yes, Duncan, but not only him. I like it when you touch me too..." Mark just smiled. Feeling a bit more hardy, Gabriel stated, "I like wanking my gogan as well." "Normal... I like wanking mine as well... As you saw, there's not much privacy in the boat nor in the loft and since we're both heathy males with natural needs, if either of us need a wank, let's feel free. It's good for health, nerves, and stress relief!" stated Mark. "Super cool!" "Are you leaving a love-life behind?" "Zero! Girls and I seem to be allergic to each other. I guess it's because of my 'pretty' looks..." mumbled Gabriel. "Probably they're jealous. You are exceptionally beautiful, you know." "Yes, I know... but I don't know what to do about it! Duncan's beautiful too. I guess that's why we paired up. We had the same problem, so to speak, you know, the girls shunning us and the guys insulting us." "Do you love Duncan?" Gabriel took a sip of his wine, looked at the fire, then at Mark, simply stating, "No, I don't love him. I like him because he likes me. We just like each other because we are like each other. I don't know what love is, but I imagine you can only LOVE someone who is different from you. Don't you think so?" "I never thought about it... In fact, I never think about love." "Never?" "Almost never. I'm lucky that women don't shun me. But other than a good fuck every now and then, I don't expect anything more from a female. I'm a loner by choice and I never fell in love like your Dad and Mum did." Gabriel uttered, "Love isn't only a male-female thing, no?" Mark immediately replied, "Of course not! Now, let's get back to you." "Back to me... Okay... School... Mark, school was HELL. Thank God there was Duncan. He and I were bullied, called buggers, fags, and all kinds of trash like that, and the funniest about it all was that we never actually did anything more than just cuddle during our sleepovers. I sort of wanted us to wank togther, but he was afraid he'd go to hell. He's a church believer. It's not his fault." "Did your teachers give you any support?" "None! My Dad stood by me, so did my Mum. Being bullied by halfwits wasn't the worst. Other than my parents, the head master, the teachers, all of the whole bloody society pressured me to be like THEY wanted me to be, conforming to their norms, and above all, be blindly obedient." Gabriel suddenly had a gleam of contempt in his eyes. "I DO NOT believe that schools, state, churches, etc. have the key to happiness!" asserted Gabriel. Mark nodded, saying nothing. They remained in silence like that for a moment, then Gabriel added, "If you don't mind, I'd like to change subjects." "Okay... And what COULD happiness be for you, Gaby?" "It's being here with you now." Mark smiled, reached over, and touched Gabriel's smooth cheek. "Do you shave yet?" "About every two weeks for the time being..." "Not like me..." jested Mark, rubbing his chin. "I like your stubble..." Mark just smiled. Gabriel yawned. "Ready for bed, Gaby?" "Can we cuddle?" "With pleasure..." replied Mark as he put their glasses in the sink. They pissed in the loo, brushed their teeth at the sink and then took a quick shower together. "Uses less hot water!" Mark crawled in the big fluffy bed stark naked. Gabriel copied his uncle. Night was just fading into dark. Mark felt all warm inside as Gabriel melted in his arms, their legs entwined. Energy freely flowed between them. Of course, both were halfway erect... not from lust but from pure, simple tenderness. Gabriel immediately fell asleep, relishing Mark's reassuring presence. Mark delicately released the lad from his embrace. While laying there, he let a new kind of beauty fill his soul. The simple symphony of Gabriel's heavy breathing, the sounds of the distant harbour, and the delicate hum of the wind in the chimney slowly lulled him, with Gabriel by his side, into a deep, peaceful sleep. ---------- The early summer sunrise spilled its light through the window. The sky was clear and the wind rather lively. Gabriel woke up first. Mark was sleeping on his back with his hand over his head. The scent of his armpit enticed Gabriel to slip in a bit closer. At that very precise moment, Mark turned over on his side and opened his eyes. Their rigid cocks collided. Gabriel hesitated, then gave Mark a furtive kiss on the cheek. Mark laughed, seized Gabriel's head and pulled him in for a real kiss on the mouth in exchange. At first Gabriel stiffened, then surrendered to the wondrous sensations flowing through his body. Mark exclaimed, "Good morning to you too, my beautiful bedmate!" Gabriel giggled, "Mark, that was my first real kiss with the tongue and all! It was... Good God! It was WOW!" "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I did too. Sleep well?" "Like a pebble in the bottom of a well. But now I've really got to piss like mad!" "The loo is all yours. When you finish, I'll show you the cupboard so you can see what you can cook for our breakfast." Gabriel hopped out of bed and dashed to the loo, his dancing cock leading the way. He was one happy young man. Mark smiled. He was happy too. Neither bothered to dress. Looking in the pantry, Gabriel exclaimed, "I'm going to fry us some French toast for breakfast! How does that sound?" "Sounds great. Let me show you how to light the paraffin burner. It's the same as on the boat," replied Mark, giving Gabriel a cute tap on his round buttocks. Gabriel giggled. "We'll go shopping this morning. We need to fill the pantry aboard Gogan with staples and canned goods. I waited for you to come so we could shop for food together. I didn't want to buy stuff you don't like. We'll buy fresh stuff during our stopovers. This afternoon, we can go out for an afternoon sail, just to get started with your training. "I'm your man, Mark!" ---------- As they were putting the supplies away in the boat, Gabriel noticed that in the cabin under the cockpit, was equipped for all kinds of supplies: conserves, wine, paraffin, candles, extra lines, fenders, tool boxes, etc. "Mark, how long do think it'll take me to be really useful aboard?" "Depends on you matey. I'll try to give you clear explanations, but you have to ask questions, all kinds of questions. Aboard a boat, there are no stupid questions, just stupid crewmen." Back in the loft, they made sandwiches, then changed into their sailing attire and walked back down to the boat. Mark showed Gabriel where the slicker he had bought for him was kept. Then he began by teaching the knots Gabriel needed to know. After that he explained how to check the oil and turn the motor on and off. Then he explained the ropes: halyards for hoisting the sails, sheets for trimming them, mooring lines to secure the boat to a quay, a pier, or a buoy, etc. Gabriel caught on fast. Mark took the tiller and told Gabriel to start the motor. "Now go cast off the lee line first." Gabriel gave Mark a blank look. "Is the wind blowing from the bow, or from behind, from aft?" "The bow..." "You don't want the boat to swerve away and still be attached behind do you?" "Okay, I see!" "Windward, in the wind; leeward, under the wind. The lee line in this case is aft." Gabriel immediately cast off, aft, then bow. Once free from the mooring they motored out of the marina. Entering the bay, Mark pointed Gogan into the wind and shouted, "Gaby, hoist the sails!" The sea was choppy, the wind speed on the anemometer indicated close to 16 knots. Gabriel closely observed Mark as he secured the sheets. Then he turned off the motor and pushed the tiller to starboard. Gogan heeled, bucked, and then picked up speed until she was nearly planning on the wave crests. "Gogan's a French made sloop built for speed, Gaby. She's thirty feet of nautical lightning." "I see what you mean, Mark. We're flying. It's totally awesome!" exclaimed Gabriel, admiring the boiling wake behind. At sea they practiced coming about, tacking, trimming the sails using the winches, doing all the little, yet very important things needed to master Gogan. Mark was astonished at Gabriel's ease. He definitely could become a future master of Gogan. He was in his element, nimble on deck, alert, and above all, never perturbed, even when tacking upwind, they hit an unruly wave drenching him from head to foot! "Gaby, take the tiller!" Gabriel immediately got the feeling. He shouted, "The tiller's vibrating like a cock on the verge of shooting off! Wow!" Gabriel's direct way of saying what he felt made Mark laugh. "That's a clear way of saying it, Gaby!" Gabriel's frankness was luminous, like his smile -- a wonderful young fellow, overflowing with lusty energy and sensuous tenderness -- in other words, healthy! Their first night together had left Mark with a strange sensation quivering deep inside. He was wondering if the usual borderline between tenderness and lust really existed. He was feeling both, exactly at the same time, admiring his young nephew becoming a bonafide sailor. It was obvious that Gabriel was also feeling really good, judging from the bulge in his jeans... and for that matter, so was Mark. ---------- At the end of the day, they returned to port. Mark explained how to properly furl the sails and check everything aboard before leaving the boat. Once that was done, and well done, Gabriel inquired, "How did I do?" "Great!" replied Mark, opening his arms. As they hugged, Mark inquired, "Not too tired?" "Me? Not at all! Hungry, yes, but not tired!" "Would you like to eat out again tonight?" "Mark, you're spoiling me!" "I'm spoiling myself too!" ---------- They went directly to the waterfront café. That evening they advertised lamb. They went in. The boss came up, "Hello Mark, who's the handsome young gadgie with you?" "Let me introduce you to Gabriel, my nephew from Edinburgh. He's living in with me for the time being." Turning to Gabriel, the boss exclaimed, "You're one lucky lad! Your uncle's a fine man, he is! Okay, mates, what'll it be?" "Can you serve Dark Island ale to Gabriel?" "I'll pour it in a tall Coca-Cola glass." "Good! Two pints of Dark Island, and two good portions of your lamb. The lad's hungry!" "I'm with you, Mark..." After a very copious dinner, strolling to the loft, Gabriel said, "That ale's strange at first, then delicious later. Really good!" "First strange, then delicious... that's like a lot of things in life," replied Mark. "I'll keep that in mind..." "I've a few bottles of Dark Island in the fridge at home, if you want another." Giggling, Gabriel put his arm around Mark's shoulder and declared, "I want!" They indulged in perhaps a bottle too much. At any rate, both were very relaxed and in a giddy mood. "Mark, let's wash and then cuddle... Okay?" "Okay..." Under the flowing shower, Gabriel carefully washed Mark, front and back, insisting on his uncle's splendid shoulders, not to mention his elegant, uncut erection. Mark returned the favour, captivated by the silken texture of Gabriel's alabaster skin, his delicate proportions, the sweet pink glans peeking out of the foreskin of his flawless cock. Nothing was said. All was understood in the quality of their silence, in the smiles they shared -- in the nature of their touch. More than relaxed by the ale, they crawled under the covers and cuddled. Gabriel tried to hold back a yawn as he whispered, "Mark, this has been the best day of my life up till now! Thank you so much. I really love you!" "Love you too, Gaby... Tomorrow, we'll go for a mini-cruise, anchor overnight in a cove and then spend another day on the water..." uttered Mark caressing the abundant curls on Gabriel's head. "Okay..." slurred Gabriel, barely awake. Minutes later, both were sound asleep, softly breathing in unison together. ---------- The scent of fresh coffee woke Mark up. His phone showed 7:09 AM. Gabriel was dressed, preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Gaby! Already on the job!" "Don't move!" commanded Gabriel as he darted to the bed, threw himself on Mark, and kissed his mouth like an accomplished lover. Mark hummed, then tickled Gabriel making him scream and laugh at the same time. "The kiss was delicious and I can't wait for breakfast!" stated Mark, pulling his boxers on. "By the time you're dressed, breakfast will be on the table." As they ate, Mark repeated the plans for the next twenty-four hours. This time Gabriel paid attention. "So, while I pack our food, you can make the bed and do the dishes," instructed Mark. It was 9:00 AM when they were ready to cast off. There was a good wind and the sky was still clear. They motored out of the marina, and then set sail going down the western side of Hoy Island, passing in front of the stack of Hoy and Rackwick Beach. Since the wind and sea were perfect for some fun, Mark headed into open waters, teaching Gabriel the thrills of speed. By the end of the afternoon Gabriel was nearly able to handle Gogan singlehanded. He still needed a captain to plot a course and handle the boat in extreme conditions, but for Mark's purposes, he was now more than satisfactory. As time flew by, they finally rounded the island by the south, passed by Cantick Head Lighthouse and entered Longhope Bay where they dropped anchor for the night. Mark sided up to Gabriel and inquired, "How do you feel?" "I don't know how to say it..." "You're doing a great job, Gaby." "Really? I feel like I've always been on Gogan. It's really weird..." "Maybe being where you are now, doing what you're doing, was always in your destiny. You just had to grow into it." "I have to think about that. For the time being, are you proud of me?" "More than proud, Gaby... For me it's weird too. Seeing you here aboard with me seems so normal... Sort of like you've always been here." "Shut up, Mark, that's getting spooky," laughed Gabriel. Once the anchor was safe and the sails furled, both were a bit chilled. Mark showed Gabriel how to light the paraffin heater. In only a few minutes, the cabin was cozy and warm, softly glowing. In silence, Gabriel and Mark began shedding their sweaters and pulling off their trousers. Clad only in their sweat shirts and boxers, they smiled at each other. Mark was surprised to see tears in Gabriel's eyes. "What's wrong, Gaby?" "Nothing... It's just that I'm too happy. I feel like I'm going to explode..." Mark replied, "Well, before you explode, don't you think you should enjoy one of my good dinners at anchor?" Gabriel burst out laughing, and then stated, "Well, now that you mentioned it..." "Uncork a bottle of wine, pour us each a good glass full and let's have a party while I cook us a mountain of spaghetti bolognese." "Aye aye, Captain!" Spirits were high. With the delicious dinner, they finished the bottle of wine, did the dishes, and settled in for a cosy evening together. By 10:00 PM the sun was setting. The bathing water was ready on the burner. Washing each other had become a kind of sacred ritual. Gabriel was the first to strip, standing close to the heater. A crystal drop of precum dangled from the tip of his very hard cock. Mark, nude and erect as well, began caressing Gabriel with the damp, soap scented washcloth. Gabriel shivered, almost melting under Mark's tender touch. Mark carefully cleansed Gabriel's neck, his cheeks, and forehead. Then he wiped the wispy pits. Their skin gleamed in the setting twilight. Mark then invited Gabriel to put his legs further apart. He cleansed the cleft beween the buttocks with his fingers. Then fondling Gabriel's delicate balls, Mark pulled back the foreskin and washed the rest. Gabriel hummed. It was now his turn to give Mark the same pleasure. Gabriel caressed Mark's face, his pits, his chest and back with the washcloth. Mark slightly quivered from delight. Then Gabriel knelt, seizing Mark's manly cock in his grip. When Gabriel licked the tip of his glans, Mark gasped. Gabriel's tongue worked miracles with Mark's cock as he sucked. After a minute or two, Mark pulled Gabriel to his feet. Suddenly fearing Mark's wrath, Gabriel froze, petrified. "We'd be more at our ease laying in the double berth, sucking each other together, Gaby." Gabriel jumped in bed faster than lightning. Mark joined him for a long, lusty kiss. Gogan slowly drifted from side to side on her anchor chain. Each, with the other's cock in his mouth, sucked, swirling tongues, stroking shafts with their eager fingers. Gabriel lasted only a few minutes before he began to shiver, moaning, his cock throbbing in the back of Mark's mouth. When Gabriel's orgasm hit him, it hit hard! Cum surged, blast after blast, straight down Mark's open throat. Mark's orgasm swelled then gushed. Gabriel sucked out each surge of semen, swallowing, humming, licking the last drop oozing out of Mark's cock. Catching their breath, they gently returned to earth. Gabriel started giggling as he writhed around to face Mark. "You're right... Strange at first, delicious after. I guess there won't be much wanking going on in here... sucking each other off like we did is so much better!" Pulling Gabriel in for a kiss, he whispered, "Way much better." The bond of their souls was sealed. "Are you sleepy, Mark?" "Not really... and you?" "No, I'm still hard... and you?" "Feel for yourself, Gaby..." Nothing more was said as Gabriel spun around. They grabbed each other's buttocks, and began to slowly suck once more. A full summer moon had risen, spilling its shimmering light through the window hatch overhead, their bodies glowing in a halo of silver. Enjoying each other's cock in their mouths, caressing thighs, slipping fingertips into the anal intimacy of each other, the cosmic energy of love built up deep inside. Sweat dripped from their pits, pearled on their foreheads. Saliva leaked out of the corner of their lips. They quaked, convulsed and then screamed, gagging, clawing each other's back. Then oblivion... ---------- Orgasms are never the same and yet they work the same way each time. Ejaculations are not necessarily orgasms. Orgasms wrack the body, make you drool, scream, sometimes faint for a second or two. A real orgasm is like lightning, giving a glimpse of heaven, releasing the bonding energy of genuine love. Wanking is just an approximation of an orgasm, same as fucking for fuck's sake, just for the fun, without releasing your souls to the other. Like a flame lit by lightning, man to man orgasms reveal and fuel genuine love. For Mark and Gabriel, together, that's how, in the midst of that midsummer night, their new lives began. ---------- The morning was glorious! The satiated lovers took their time waking up. Gabriel tiptoed topside. Shivering, he pissed overboard, then came back in to wash his face and crotch. "Already up..." mumbled Mark, stretching in the berth.

"You filled me with energy, Mark... I needed to greet the morning, pee, and thank the gods for the life I'm discovering!" As Gabriel crawled back in bed, Mark took him in his arms and said, "Remember when you asked me about love?" "I remember, and you really didn't give me an answer." "Now I can answer you." "Okay... I'm listening." "Love is simply you, Gabriel Sutherland. That's my answer." Gabriel laughed, then melted on Mark's body, covering his face with kisses. Mark rolled over on Gabriel and exclaimed, "That's delicious Gaby, but I too need to go topside." "And I need to make breakfast!" The wind was calm in the lee of Hoy Island. They slowly sailed out beyond Flotta, then tacked upwind back to Stromness. It was close to 5:30 PM when they tied up in Stromness marina. "Gabriel, I'm letting you take care of the boat and fill the water tank for our departure tomorrow. I'm going to the loft and prepare our dinner. See you later." Gabriel suddenly felt abandoned then flattered that Mark already trusted him for the job. He went to work. When Gabriel arrived in the loft, he was met by the smell of a good beef stew simmering on the fire. "Everything okay with Gogan?" Gabriel burst out laughing and replied, "A bit sore for all the sucking but now it's fine..." "Oh, shut up!" laughed Mark. At the table, Mark spoke up, "Judging from our days on the water, I see that you were born to sail, Gaby. You catch on fast, you're at ease on Gogan. I feel that Gogan likes you a lot. Would you like for us to leave already tomorrow and begin a first expedition, touring the islands for inspiration. I need more material to start a new collection for my winter exhibit and you can begin learning my way of painting, watching me at work." "Whenever you want. I'm ready, as you say, 'to cast off'!" "Then, we can leave tomorrow..." They lifted their glasses and toasted, "To tomorrow!" During dinner, there was lust in the air. Gabriel cleaned up the table, did the dishes, and joined Mark on the sofa. "Mark, I was thinking, if we can spare a day, could we postpone the trip for... let's say twenty-four hours?" Mark shrugged, with a 'why' look on his face... "I'd really love to make love with you all day long tomorrow..." "Wow! All day long?" "Please..." Mark's smile already gave him away, "Okay! All day long..." Gabriel giggled and added, "You know, We can start tonight..." "Tonight..." echoed Mark. "You know, Mark, when we make love, we do exactly that. We MAKE love. We generate it, beget it. You and I, while we sucked each other, I felt energy spinning from me to you and you to me, like a dynamo. Love IS the energy of nature. When we make love, we're helping the earth heal from all the evils greedy humans inflict on the planet." "Sex between people who love each other is what you call 'making love" and if you fuck without love, you're fucking up the planet..." "Correct!" "So you love me." "Of course I do and I feel that you're even surprised to love me too." That last sentence hit Mark straight in the guts... He stood, went to poke the fire some, then turned facing Gabriel. "Gaby, you're right..." "My friend Duncan believed that people should only fuck when they are married and do it only to make babies... That's not making love; that's re-production, an investment so to speak. Society can warp love, put it in laws, with rules. Love is free like the wind... and wild as the wind too. It's not just squirting cum up a cunt, in an bum, or down a throat." "And sex between us?" "We make LOVE squirting cum wherever it needs to go: mouths, arses, hands, wherever! The love we make is our creation for the world. I know that sounds weird, but for me that's the truth and we've just started," stated Gabriel. Mark was awestruck by Gabriel. He felt no need to reply with words to what Gabriel was trying to convey. Once in bed together, tidal waves of desire, lust, and love submerged them both. Their flesh was on fire. Their entrails yearned to be flooded by cum, by the living lightning of each other's orgasm. They writhed together, sucking, licking, kissing. Pure instinct guided Mark's tongue to Gabriel's anus. His lips kissed, his tongue licked, prodded, then his fingers. He slavered, humming, entranced by Gabriel's total presence. Gabriel too was crazed by Mark's hunger. He too licked behind Mark's churning balls, forced the tip of his tongue into the twitching hole. His fingers found the silken delight inside Mark's anus as his own hole opened like a rose in the sun. Their hearts throbbed, sweat flowed, their cocks were drooling with impatience. Crazed and trembling, Gabriel surrendered to Mark's insistence. He laid back, pulled up his knees, and panted, "I need you inside me, Mark! I need it now!" Mark slathered his cock with spit. He pumped his abundant precum into Gabriel's now begging arse. He pushed a bit. His glans popped inside. Gabriel gasped then grabbed Mark's buttocks and pulled. The shaft slid in. Neither moved. Gabriel's most intimate muscles squeezed and released Mark's presence inside him -- then he began to undulate ever so gently. Mark pushed a bit more, then pulled some. Little by little, both began to move. Their motion was synchronised to perfection. Mark's cock danced inside Gabriel with increasing fervour. Their rhythm hastened. Gabriel screamed, his own cock shooting jets of semen in the air. Creamy young cum hit Mark's face, more fell on Gabriel's heaving chest. Lost in the whirlpool of orgasmic ecstasy, Mark grunted, growled as his cock erupted, gushing his own cum deep beyond Gabriel's anal grip. Mark then collapsed on Gabriel. Both remained immobile for a long moment before disconnecting. Mark slipped out of Gabriel, and with infinite tenderness, he sucked the last drops of cum out of the lad's still erect cock. Gabriel managed to utter, "That was mind-blowing." "Are you okay?" softly inquired Mark. "I've never been better... and you?" "I need you in me too." The night was short, and the following day brought them pleasures beyond all their wildest expectations. Mark discovered that Gabriel's cock could send him to heaven as it deeply fucked him with unlimited love. They made love drinking each other, breeding each other, loving each other more and more. By the end of the day, totally exhausted and starry-eyed, they went out to eat, then retired to bed, and slept, dreaming of each other until long after sunrise. ---------- Postface For the following days, they sailed from one island to the other, anchoring in secluded coves. On the third day out, a small summer gale gave them some excitement. Gabriel accompanied Mark when they went ashore to paint and/or take pictures. Mark taught him how to forget the subjet and focus on the light, the hue, the atmosphere of what he saw. In other words, see beyond what he was seeing... Back in the loft, Mark taught him the basic techniques of watercolour and left him to work by himself, giving him just the right amount of advice for him to acquire more and more freedom with his brush. Gabriel tended to remain a bit more attached to his subjects than Mark. Abstraction comes with maturity. Sailing, painting, travelling to Edinburgh for work and family visits filled their days, weeks, and finally months. Their special uncle/nephew relationship was never a problem for anybody, not even Duncan! In February of 2022, Mark proudly informed Gabriel that his first watercolour had been sold. Also, he mentionned that the tourist office in Kirkwall asked if they could rent out the loft during the summer. There was a high demand for original holiday accommodations. He just had to install a modern kitchen unit. "The money's good and since we're often gone, if we do that, maybe we could go on a long cruise while our paintings work for us in the Edinburgh gallery... What do you say?" Gabriel's reply was direct, simple, and precise, "Norway!" ---------- In the following story, all of the characters are totally fictive and the setting is real. For whomever it would be illegal, immoral or prohibited for any other reason whatsoever to read a story about love between two young men is kindly requested to refrain from continuing. A free picture album illustrating this story (pdf) is available upon request at . Please remember to help Nifty stay online by sending your contributions, using the link https://donate.nifty.org/. This being said, I hope you enjoy the tale. ---------- GABRIEL by Marin Giustinian ---------- Scotland, Summer 2021 ---------- Gabriel Sutherland, son of Sean and Marie Sutherland, from Edinburgh, turned sixteen on May 7, 2021, and was no longer compelled by law to attend school. Mark, Sean's brother and Gabriel's uncle, was in Edinburgh for the opening of his latest exhibit at Willows, a small art gallery on Cockburn Street. He was a guest in the Sutherland home and, of course, glad to be there for his nephew's birthday. Gabriel didn't want a party other than family. He said all he wanted was a Cassoulet dinner, his French mother's specialty, with his parents, little sister, and Uncle Mark. Uncle Mark was a young, strikingly handsome, and a very successful painter of semi-abstract watercolour seascapes. He lived in a loft on the old waterfront of Stromness, in the Orkneys. He often spent days cruising the islands aboard his 30 foot racer-cruiser named Gogan. Sailing inspired his work. Gabriel idolised his Uncle Mark, imagining him living free as the wind in a world of nature and adventure -- and, in fact, Gabriel was very close to Mark's reality. At the end of his birthday dinner, Gabriel spoke up and said, "I'd love to learn both sailing and watercolours with you, Uncle Mark. Can you take me aboard to sail and also teach me your art?" Mark was a bit surprised, as well as Gabriel's parents. Mark smiled and simply replied, "I'm flattered, Gabriel, but..." Sean interrupted his younger brother and exclaimed, "Gabriel, are you serious?" "Yes, very serious, Dad!" "Mark, Gabriel worships you, but beyond that, he dropped out of school," stated Sean. "Really?" exclaimed Mark, looking at his nephew. "Yes, really! As of July 3, he'll no longer be a student and he's totally undecided as to what he wants to do after that. He was never happy in school and had fallen behind in his studies during the first lockdown. He never really caught up." "But he's absolutely brilliant!" exclaimed Mark. "That he is, but school discipline, the hassle of competition and rivalry among the boys, the constant pressure of the teachers... well, let's say, school and Gabriel weren't made to get along," then turning to his son, Sean continued, "Gabriel, I'm pleasingly astonished! This is the first time you've actually expressed real interest in something." "I'm very deeply interested, Dad! Please, Uncle Mark... take me with you... I want to be your assistant, your apprentice, your sailor, your houseboy, everything and anything useful for you. Even if I'm a misfit in school, I'm a fast learner..." implored Gabriel. Mark glanced out the window, then at Gabriel. There was a moment of suspended silence. "I like you a lot, Gabriel... but... but this is all so sudden. I need time to think about it." Marie spoke up. "Of course, Mark, I understand. But while you're, as you say, 'thinking', do keep in mind that your older brother and I are behind our boy and that he's a part of you as well. I know that you enjoy your freedom and don't want to be tied down... but Gabriel could be a person with whom you can enjoy your freedom even more -- because it's shared! You're still a teenager at heart! When you say you've got to think about it, that means you're only focusing on your own selfish, immature person. If you have the guts, put him in your picture and see what happens!" Mark was used to Marie's direct way of expressing herself, but this time he thought she overdid it. "I hear you, Marie, but I'd like to also say that your immature brother-in-law, that is to say, ME, has his reasons to be careful." "Of course you do!" quipped back Marie as she rose to empty the table. Betty, Gabriel's little sister jumped up to help her mother. Sean took Mark by the arm, saying, "We need to talk in private, brother." Gabriel just stood there, then shrugged. He gathered his presents and shouted out, "Well, thank you for the birthday dinner everybody. I'm going to bed." "Good night, Gabriel," replied Mark as they were leaving. Sean glanced back at his son, gave him a wink, and ushered Mark into his office. Gabriel climbed the stairs to his room, praying that his father still had the power over his little brother... ---------- The following morning, Saturday, Gabriel washed and groomed himself to look the best he could. He was the last to join the others for breakfast. As they ate, Mark kept giving Gabriel glances. "Gabriel, Mark has something to say you," informed Sean. Gabriel crossed his fingers under the table. "Do I have to stay, Mum?" asked Betty. "No, you can leave the table sweetheart," Marie replied. Mark cleared his throat, looked at Gabriel, and simply said, "I'm going to cruise the Orkneys this summer, just wandering around wherever the wind takes me. You say you want to sail and learn art... I guess you mean my secrets... Listen, I'm willing to train you how to be useful on my boat... and try to train your eye, awaken your senses in order for you to feel the soul of the wind, the sea and the soul of the islands. That's a lot of work for me, and a lot more for you. Are you still interested in coming along?" Gabriel gasped. He tried to say something, but nothing came out. Then laughing with glee, he jumped up from the table and threw himself on Mark, nearly shouting, "YES!" Marie reached over and squeezed Sean's arm, both glad to see their son locking Mark in a strong embrace. Once Gabriel had calmed down, Mark continued. "Now let's get things clear. If we get along, you can stay as long as you want. You'll have to do your share of cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. Sean promised me that he would cover your expenses. I just want you to know that living together in a boat as well as in my loft can become a problem if we're not careful to respect each other. My loft is minimal. I do not tolerate disorder. My sloop, Gogan, is minimal too -- and tricky to sail. She's a swift, no-nonsense boat with no frills aboard. I have only the basic essentials for safe sailing. There's a paraffin heater for warmth, a motor to use only when it's absolutely necessary. The amount of water aboard is limited. When I'm cruising, I prefer anchoring in secluded coves instead of harbours. The loo is a bucket. There's a table, a navigation desk, a big berth in the bow... you get the picture..." Gabriel nodded. "If you adapt to that style of life, great! But, if you get on my nerves -- or I on yours -- it can become a tedious disaster." "I understand," uttered Gabriel, for the first time hearing the strict side of his Uncle Mark. "Therefore, I shall not put up with you being moody, lazy, or simply obnoxious. You're not yet a grown man, but you're not a child anymore, and I don't believe in "teenage problems". Even if I am, to quote your mother, a teenager at heart, I don't have that kind of problems and I don't want that kind of problems either. Problems are simply invitations to solutions. If you become a problem for me, or me for you, we'll have to find a solution together and if we don't find one that way, I'll simply notify your father and put you on the first plane back to Edinburgh. Am I clear?" Sean stifled a chuckle as he listened to the stern warning his brother was giving his son. "Quite clear, Uncle Mark." This time, Marie was silent. "However, whatever happens, Gabriel, we'll always be the best of friends." Marie nodded. There was a moment of silent tension. Gabriel turned, looked straight into his uncle's eyes, and calmly asserted, "Uncle Mark, you will absolutely LOVE living with me in your loft as well as aboard your boat." "You really are the son of your mother, Gabriel. I trust you're right!" "More coffee, anybody?" sharply inquired Marie, wiping a tear off her cheek. Mark raised his hand. "Let me heat it up, Mum!" chirped Gabriel, as he rose, touching Mark's shoulder on his way to the kitchen. ---------- Some background information: Gabriel's father, Sean, was an architect. He met Marie on his first job. She was a gorgeous, young, French interior decorator. They fell in love and married, forming a 'modern couple'. Gabriel was their first born. Six years later, Betty was there. The Sutherlands raised their children to be themselves, teaching them HOW to think and not WHAT to think. Mark Sutherland loved his big brother. Sean was twelve years older than Mark and was his idol. They really got to know each other when Sean was in high school. The brothers had lost their parents in a stupid car accident while Mark was in boarding school. He was fourteen. Sean took Mark under his wing, but Mark never seemed to get over being an orphan. He chose to live a solitary life and after his studies, he moved to Stromness. With his part of the inheritance, he bought a sailboat and a small fisherman's shed which he tranformed into a loft. When his watercolours began to sell, he often returned to Edinburgh for his exhibits and to work with the publishing house who created elegant art books with his paintings. He had seen his nephew grow but paid little attention to him. Children did not interest him. Neither did the idea of a steady relationship with a woman -- nor a man, for that matter. Mark took care of Mark and that was it. This being said, we should keep in mind that things can suddenly change very fast... ---------- Flying back to the Orkneys, Mark was confused. Gabriel was stuck in his mind. He was sometimes elated, other times, scared, and most of the time simply puzzled, being totally incapable of imagining what it could be like to live with a sixteen year old lad. If it wasn't for the infinite love and trust he had in his brother, he would have never taken Gabriel with him. Mark considered having young company could be fun. At least that's what he was trying to convince himself of as he got off the plane. The weather was miserable, as usual in the Orkneys, even a bit gloomy at times! Returning to his spartan loft, Mark suddenly felt that it was no longer stylishly 'minimalist'. It was simply empty. Deciding to unpack later, he went down to the marina to check on Gogan. He needed to picture Gabriel aboard with him. As he opened the cabin, a whiff of Gabriel's bittersweet scent seemed to float in the air. He knew that it was pure imagination, but also deducted that in his mind, Gabriel was already aboard. ---------- Gabriel finished school on July 3. He bade farewell to no one but Duncan, his one and only friend -- a refined, almost too beautiful young fellow like himself. They had withstood the bullying insults of the other lads such as 'fag princess' or 'arse eater' together. "I'm going to miss you a lot, Gaby," uttered Duncan as they hugged. "Me too... but I have to follow my star!" "Go! Fly! Soar!" "I won't be gone forever, Duncan!" "Who knows?" ---------- Gabriel and Marie shopped for correct sailing attire, boots, sweaters, caps, etc. Knowing that his space aboard was limited and that his Uncle Mark did not tolerate him 'invading' his loft, he packed and repacked his single seabag, reducing his needs a bit more each time. Sean informed his brother that Gabriel's medical checkup, insurance, emancipation papers, etc. were all taken care of and that he was booked on the Loganair flight arriving in Kirkwall on July 7 at 3:00 PM. As for Mark, he was now relaxed with the idea of Gabriel's presence and admitted to himself that he was even impatient. For Gabriel's arrival, had prepared Gogan as well as his loft for his nephew. Inside and out, both the boat and the loft were absolutely immaculate, including Mark's studio corner where he had his easel, frames, and paintings. Mark took the bus for Kirkwall with connections to the airport. He wanted to be at the gate when Gabriel came out. The flight landed almost on time. At 3:15 PM Gabriel strode through the gate, beaming like an angel. Mark caught his breath. He hadn't remembered Gabriel being that radiant. Hugging, Mark declared, "Welcome to your new world!" As they waited for his bag, Gabriel stated, "You can't believe how happy I am to be here with you, Mark!" "I'm glad you're here too, angel-boy!" "Angel?" "Gabriel's the name of an archangel, isn't it? And man, you are the most gorgeous young fellow I've ever seen. So from now on, I'll call you Angel!" Gabriel laughed and then exclaimed, "But I left my wings in Edinburgh, Uncle Mark!" "With or without wings, you're still a damn hot angel!" "Ah! There's my bag!" They took the 4:30 PM bus to Kirkwall and changed for Stromness, arriving at 5:20 PM. Gabriel commented on the pure fresh sea air as they walked to Mark's loft. Entering, Gabriel exclaimed, "Your loft is fantastic, Uncle Mark!" "Glad you like it. Put your bag over there. You can unpack later. The toilet's behind the door by the bed. I don't have a closed bathroom. I use the glass free standing shower for my evening bath and use the sink for the rest. On the boat we'll sponge bathe at the sink. There's no shower; it uses too much fresh water. By the way, talking about cleanliness, we'll wash up every evening. Since we're sleeping together and living in such close quarters, I don't want us to stink like... well you know how guys can stink... I hope you won't mind us being naked together." "We can wash each other! In my room back in Edinburgh, I stayed naked as much as possible, but I was just by myself. Of course, I don't mind us going naked, Uncle Mark! It's an honour!" "I'm glad that's settled. By the way, are you hungry?" "Starved!" "We'll go out to eat and then lounge around some here before turning in. How's that for you?" "That's great for me!" ---------- Gabriel ate, enjoying every mouthful of his fish and chips, followed by a big gooey dessert.

"Uncle Mark, that was a super meal!" "I glad you enjoy simple food. I don't do fancy cooking at home..." "I'm sure it's awesome. In the kitchen, I'm only good at making breakfast..." "Then breakfast will be your job. Also, I'd like for you to help keeping our space in the loft and aboard Gogan sparkling clean and always orderly." "No problem!" After dinner, they walked to the boat. At 8:30 PM, the sun was still high in the sky. "The forecast for the coming days is favourable for sailing, Gabriel. We're lucky." "I guess the weather changes a lot up here," replied Gabriel. "Yes, it does. It's the light that changes fast, and it's always interesting. As for the wind, to be honest, you can never tell what's going to happen next. That's why I love this part of the world." Gabriel loved his uncle's attitude. Once in the boat, Gabriel looked around, touched an item or two. Mark let him discover on his own. After a few minutes, Gabriel simply said, "I feel good aboard Gogan." "I'm glad..." "Oh! By the way, what does Gogan mean?" "Gogan is the Gaelic word for penis, you know...cock, dick, etc. She's a man's boat, and for me my cock is a very good friend!" Gabriel laughed out loud. "You are soooo coool! I love my cock too!" exclaimed Gabriel. "Listen, it's early. Let's go light a fire in the loft and enjoy a glass of wine or two as the sun sets..." "Perfect!" Mark showed Gabriel his shelves in the wardrobe. While he unpacked, Mark lit the fire. Gabriel had finished and was admiring Mark's latest work on the easel. Mark came up and handed Gabriel his glass of wine. "I love your watercolours. I have one framed in my room back in Edinburgh. It makes me dream." "I dream a lot while I paint..." "I was sure you did! May I ask you a question?" "Of course..." "Do you paint from imagination or do you work on the spot?" "I do both. Weather permitting, I work on the spot. Otherwise, I take a picture of the subject and work on it in the loft," replied Mark, walking over to the sofa. "Your photos must be beautiful too..." "I don't keep them... Let's lounge some and chat a bit. I'd like to get to know you better, Gabriel. Since we're just the two of us here, I'd like for you tell me more about yourself, your likes and dislikes, your love life, the problems you had with the school, you know, stuff like that." As they settled side by side on the sofa facing the fire, Gabriel wondered how much he could actually tell and be honest. "With pleasure, Uncle Mark, but I'm not used to talking about myself... I didn't have anybody to talk to, so to speak..." "Excuse me, before you begin, let's get one thing settled. You know that I'm your uncle and I know you're my nephew, so what's the use insisting on our kinship? I prefer that you drop the Uncle and just call me Mark. I want to live a direct relationship with you. Do you agree?" "I think that's a great idea, Mark, and if you don't mind, I'd prefer you calling me Gaby instead of Angel. My best friend, Duncan, calls me Gaby and I like that. Since you're my best-best friend, please call me Gaby too." "Okay, Gaby. I'm listening..." "Where do you want me to start? School? Love-life? Whatever..." "Likes and dislikes." "That's a good one! I dislike hypocrites, you know the sneaky kind of guys. I like open guys, with broad minds. I like to think. I dislike ready-made thoughts, opinions, criticisms. I like touching the few people I really like -- and being touched too." "Duncan, for instance?" "Yes, Duncan, but not only him. I like it when you touch me too..." Mark just smiled. Feeling a bit more hardy, Gabriel stated, "I like wanking my gogan as well." "Normal... I like wanking mine as well... As you saw, there's not much privacy in the boat nor in the loft and since we're both heathy males with natural needs, if either of us need a wank, let's feel free. It's good for health, nerves, and stress relief!" stated Mark. "Super cool!" "Are you leaving a love-life behind?" "Zero! Girls and I seem to be allergic to each other. I guess it's because of my 'pretty' looks..." mumbled Gabriel. "Probably they're jealous. You are exceptionally beautiful, you know." "Yes, I know... but I don't know what to do about it! Duncan's beautiful too. I guess that's why we paired up. We had the same problem, so to speak, you know, the girls shunning us and the guys insulting us." "Do you love Duncan?" Gabriel took a sip of his wine, looked at the fire, then at Mark, simply stating, "No, I don't love him. I like him because he likes me. We just like each other because we are like each other. I don't know what love is, but I imagine you can only LOVE someone who is different from you. Don't you think so?" "I never thought about it... In fact, I never think about love." "Never?" "Almost never. I'm lucky that women don't shun me. But other than a good fuck every now and then, I don't expect anything more from a female. I'm a loner by choice and I never fell in love like your Dad and Mum did." Gabriel uttered, "Love isn't only a male-female thing, no?" Mark immediately replied, "Of course not! Now, let's get back to you." "Back to me... Okay... School... Mark, school was HELL. Thank God there was Duncan. He and I were bullied, called buggers, fags, and all kinds of trash like that, and the funniest about it all was that we never actually did anything more than just cuddle during our sleepovers. I sort of wanted us to wank togther, but he was afraid he'd go to hell. He's a church believer. It's not his fault." "Did your teachers give you any support?" "None! My Dad stood by me, so did my Mum. Being bullied by halfwits wasn't the worst. Other than my parents, the head master, the teachers, all of the whole bloody society pressured me to be like THEY wanted me to be, conforming to their norms, and above all, be blindly obedient." Gabriel suddenly had a gleam of contempt in his eyes. "I DO NOT believe that schools, state, churches, etc. have the key to happiness!" asserted Gabriel. Mark nodded, saying nothing. They remained in silence like that for a moment, then Gabriel added, "If you don't mind, I'd like to change subjects." "Okay... And what COULD happiness be for you, Gaby?" "It's being here with you now." Mark smiled, reached over, and touched Gabriel's smooth cheek. "Do you shave yet?" "About every two weeks for the time being..." "Not like me..." jested Mark, rubbing his chin. "I like your stubble..." Mark just smiled. Gabriel yawned. "Ready for bed, Gaby?" "Can we cuddle?" "With pleasure..." replied Mark as he put their glasses in the sink. They pissed in the loo, brushed their teeth at the sink and then took a quick shower together. "Uses less hot water!" Mark crawled in the big fluffy bed stark naked. Gabriel copied his uncle. Night was just fading into dark. Mark felt all warm inside as Gabriel melted in his arms, their legs entwined. Energy freely flowed between them. Of course, both were halfway erect... not from lust but from pure, simple tenderness. Gabriel immediately fell asleep, relishing Mark's reassuring presence. Mark delicately released the lad from his embrace. While laying there, he let a new kind of beauty fill his soul. The simple symphony of Gabriel's heavy breathing, the sounds of the distant harbour, and the delicate hum of the wind in the chimney slowly lulled him, with Gabriel by his side, into a deep, peaceful sleep. ---------- The early summer sunrise spilled its light through the window. The sky was clear and the wind rather lively. Gabriel woke up first. Mark was sleeping on his back with his hand over his head. The scent of his armpit enticed Gabriel to slip in a bit closer. At that very precise moment, Mark turned over on his side and opened his eyes. Their rigid cocks collided. Gabriel hesitated, then gave Mark a furtive kiss on the cheek. Mark laughed, seized Gabriel's head and pulled him in for a real kiss on the mouth in exchange. At first Gabriel stiffened, then surrendered to the wondrous sensations flowing through his body. Mark exclaimed, "Good morning to you too, my beautiful bedmate!" Gabriel giggled, "Mark, that was my first real kiss with the tongue and all! It was... Good God! It was WOW!" "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I did too. Sleep well?" "Like a pebble in the bottom of a well. But now I've really got to piss like mad!" "The loo is all yours. When you finish, I'll show you the cupboard so you can see what you can cook for our breakfast." Gabriel hopped out of bed and dashed to the loo, his dancing cock leading the way. He was one happy young man. Mark smiled. He was happy too. Neither bothered to dress. Looking in the pantry, Gabriel exclaimed, "I'm going to fry us some French toast for breakfast! How does that sound?" "Sounds great. Let me show you how to light the paraffin burner. It's the same as on the boat," replied Mark, giving Gabriel a cute tap on his round buttocks. Gabriel giggled. "We'll go shopping this morning. We need to fill the pantry aboard Gogan with staples and canned goods. I waited for you to come so we could shop for food together. I didn't want to buy stuff you don't like. We'll buy fresh stuff during our stopovers. This afternoon, we can go out for an afternoon sail, just to get started with your training. "I'm your man, Mark!" ---------- As they were putting the supplies away in the boat, Gabriel noticed that in the cabin under the cockpit, was equipped for all kinds of supplies: conserves, wine, paraffin, candles, extra lines, fenders, tool boxes, etc. "Mark, how long do think it'll take me to be really useful aboard?" "Depends on you matey. I'll try to give you clear explanations, but you have to ask questions, all kinds of questions. Aboard a boat, there are no stupid questions, just stupid crewmen." Back in the loft, they made sandwiches, then changed into their sailing attire and walked back down to the boat. Mark showed Gabriel where the slicker he had bought for him was kept. Then he began by teaching the knots Gabriel needed to know. After that he explained how to check the oil and turn the motor on and off. Then he explained the ropes: halyards for hoisting the sails, sheets for trimming them, mooring lines to secure the boat to a quay, a pier, or a buoy, etc. Gabriel caught on fast. Mark took the tiller and told Gabriel to start the motor. "Now go cast off the lee line first." Gabriel gave Mark a blank look. "Is the wind blowing from the bow, or from behind, from aft?" "The bow..." "You don't want the boat to swerve away and still be attached behind do you?" "Okay, I see!" "Windward, in the wind; leeward, under the wind. The lee line in this case is aft." Gabriel immediately cast off, aft, then bow. Once free from the mooring they motored out of the marina. Entering the bay, Mark pointed Gogan into the wind and shouted, "Gaby, hoist the sails!" The sea was choppy, the wind speed on the anemometer indicated close to 16 knots. Gabriel closely observed Mark as he secured the sheets. Then he turned off the motor and pushed the tiller to starboard. Gogan heeled, bucked, and then picked up speed until she was nearly planning on the wave crests. "Gogan's a French made sloop built for speed, Gaby. She's thirty feet of nautical lightning." "I see what you mean, Mark. We're flying. It's totally awesome!" exclaimed Gabriel, admiring the boiling wake behind. At sea they practiced coming about, tacking, trimming the sails using the winches, doing all the little, yet very important things needed to master Gogan. Mark was astonished at Gabriel's ease. He definitely could become a future master of Gogan. He was in his element, nimble on deck, alert, and above all, never perturbed, even when tacking upwind, they hit an unruly wave drenching him from head to foot! "Gaby, take the tiller!" Gabriel immediately got the feeling. He shouted, "The tiller's vibrating like a cock on the verge of shooting off! Wow!" Gabriel's direct way of saying what he felt made Mark laugh. "That's a clear way of saying it, Gaby!" Gabriel's frankness was luminous, like his smile -- a wonderful young fellow, overflowing with lusty energy and sensuous tenderness -- in other words, healthy! Their first night together had left Mark with a strange sensation quivering deep inside. He was wondering if the usual borderline between tenderness and lust really existed. He was feeling both, exactly at the same time, admiring his young nephew becoming a bonafide sailor. It was obvious that Gabriel was also feeling really good, judging from the bulge in his jeans... and for that matter, so was Mark. ---------- At the end of the day, they returned to port. Mark explained how to properly furl the sails and check everything aboard before leaving the boat. Once that was done, and well done, Gabriel inquired, "How did I do?" "Great!" replied Mark, opening his arms. As they hugged, Mark inquired, "Not too tired?" "Me? Not at all! Hungry, yes, but not tired!" "Would you like to eat out again tonight?" "Mark, you're spoiling me!" "I'm spoiling myself too!" ---------- They went directly to the waterfront café. That evening they advertised lamb. They went in. The boss came up, "Hello Mark, who's the handsome young gadgie with you?" "Let me introduce you to Gabriel, my nephew from Edinburgh. He's living in with me for the time being." Turning to Gabriel, the boss exclaimed, "You're one lucky lad! Your uncle's a fine man, he is! Okay, mates, what'll it be?" "Can you serve Dark Island ale to Gabriel?" "I'll pour it in a tall Coca-Cola glass." "Good! Two pints of Dark Island, and two good portions of your lamb. The lad's hungry!" "I'm with you, Mark..." After a very copious dinner, strolling to the loft, Gabriel said, "That ale's strange at first, then delicious later. Really good!" "First strange, then delicious... that's like a lot of things in life," replied Mark. "I'll keep that in mind..." "I've a few bottles of Dark Island in the fridge at home, if you want another." Giggling, Gabriel put his arm around Mark's shoulder and declared, "I want!" They indulged in perhaps a bottle too much. At any rate, both were very relaxed and in a giddy mood. "Mark, let's wash and then cuddle... Okay?" "Okay..." Under the flowing shower, Gabriel carefully washed Mark, front and back, insisting on his uncle's splendid shoulders, not to mention his elegant, uncut erection. Mark returned the favour, captivated by the silken texture of Gabriel's alabaster skin, his delicate proportions, the sweet pink glans peeking out of the foreskin of his flawless cock. Nothing was said. All was understood in the quality of their silence, in the smiles they shared -- in the nature of their touch. More than relaxed by the ale, they crawled under the covers and cuddled. Gabriel tried to hold back a yawn as he whispered, "Mark, this has been the best day of my life up till now! Thank you so much. I really love you!" "Love you too, Gaby... Tomorrow, we'll go for a mini-cruise, anchor overnight in a cove and then spend another day on the water..." uttered Mark caressing the abundant curls on Gabriel's head. "Okay..." slurred Gabriel, barely awake. Minutes later, both were sound asleep, softly breathing in unison together. ---------- The scent of fresh coffee woke Mark up. His phone showed 7:09 AM. Gabriel was dressed, preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Gaby! Already on the job!" "Don't move!" commanded Gabriel as he darted to the bed, threw himself on Mark, and kissed his mouth like an accomplished lover. Mark hummed, then tickled Gabriel making him scream and laugh at the same time. "The kiss was delicious and I can't wait for breakfast!" stated Mark, pulling his boxers on. "By the time you're dressed, breakfast will be on the table." As they ate, Mark repeated the plans for the next twenty-four hours. This time Gabriel paid attention. "So, while I pack our food, you can make the bed and do the dishes," instructed Mark. It was 9:00 AM when they were ready to cast off. There was a good wind and the sky was still clear. They motored out of the marina, and then set sail going down the western side of Hoy Island, passing in front of the stack of Hoy and Rackwick Beach. Since the wind and sea were perfect for some fun, Mark headed into open waters, teaching Gabriel the thrills of speed. By the end of the afternoon Gabriel was nearly able to handle Gogan singlehanded. He still needed a captain to plot a course and handle the boat in extreme conditions, but for Mark's purposes, he was now more than satisfactory. As time flew by, they finally rounded the island by the south, passed by Cantick Head Lighthouse and entered Longhope Bay where they dropped anchor for the night. Mark sided up to Gabriel and inquired, "How do you feel?" "I don't know how to say it..." "You're doing a great job, Gaby." "Really? I feel like I've always been on Gogan. It's really weird..." "Maybe being where you are now, doing what you're doing, was always in your destiny. You just had to grow into it." "I have to think about that. For the time being, are you proud of me?" "More than proud, Gaby... For me it's weird too. Seeing you here aboard with me seems so normal... Sort of like you've always been here." "Shut up, Mark, that's getting spooky," laughed Gabriel. Once the anchor was safe and the sails furled, both were a bit chilled. Mark showed Gabriel how to light the paraffin heater. In only a few minutes, the cabin was cozy and warm, softly glowing. In silence, Gabriel and Mark began shedding their sweaters and pulling off their trousers. Clad only in their sweat shirts and boxers, they smiled at each other. Mark was surprised to see tears in Gabriel's eyes. "What's wrong, Gaby?" "Nothing... It's just that I'm too happy. I feel like I'm going to explode..." Mark replied, "Well, before you explode, don't you think you should enjoy one of my good dinners at anchor?" Gabriel burst out laughing, and then stated, "Well, now that you mentioned it..." "Uncork a bottle of wine, pour us each a good glass full and let's have a party while I cook us a mountain of spaghetti bolognese." "Aye aye, Captain!" Spirits were high. With the delicious dinner, they finished the bottle of wine, did the dishes, and settled in for a cosy evening together. By 10:00 PM the sun was setting. The bathing water was ready on the burner. Washing each other had become a kind of sacred ritual. Gabriel was the first to strip, standing close to the heater. A crystal drop of precum dangled from the tip of his very hard cock. Mark, nude and erect as well, began caressing Gabriel with the damp, soap scented washcloth. Gabriel shivered, almost melting under Mark's tender touch. Mark carefully cleansed Gabriel's neck, his cheeks, and forehead. Then he wiped the wispy pits. Their skin gleamed in the setting twilight. Mark then invited Gabriel to put his legs further apart. He cleansed the cleft beween the buttocks with his fingers. Then fondling Gabriel's delicate balls, Mark pulled back the foreskin and washed the rest. Gabriel hummed. It was now his turn to give Mark the same pleasure. Gabriel caressed Mark's face, his pits, his chest and back with the washcloth. Mark slightly quivered from delight. Then Gabriel knelt, seizing Mark's manly cock in his grip. When Gabriel licked the tip of his glans, Mark gasped. Gabriel's tongue worked miracles with Mark's cock as he sucked. After a minute or two, Mark pulled Gabriel to his feet. Suddenly fearing Mark's wrath, Gabriel froze, petrified. "We'd be more at our ease laying in the double berth, sucking each other together, Gaby." Gabriel jumped in bed faster than lightning. Mark joined him for a long, lusty kiss. Gogan slowly drifted from side to side on her anchor chain. Each, with the other's cock in his mouth, sucked, swirling tongues, stroking shafts with their eager fingers. Gabriel lasted only a few minutes before he began to shiver, moaning, his cock throbbing in the back of Mark's mouth. When Gabriel's orgasm hit him, it hit hard! Cum surged, blast after blast, straight down Mark's open throat. Mark's orgasm swelled then gushed. Gabriel sucked out each surge of semen, swallowing, humming, licking the last drop oozing out of Mark's cock. Catching their breath, they gently returned to earth. Gabriel started giggling as he writhed around to face Mark. "You're right... Strange at first, delicious after. I guess there won't be much wanking going on in here... sucking each other off like we did is so much better!" Pulling Gabriel in for a kiss, he whispered, "Way much better." The bond of their souls was sealed. "Are you sleepy, Mark?" "Not really... and you?" "No, I'm still hard... and you?" "Feel for yourself, Gaby..." Nothing more was said as Gabriel spun around. They grabbed each other's buttocks, and began to slowly suck once more. A full summer moon had risen, spilling its shimmering light through the window hatch overhead, their bodies glowing in a halo of silver. Enjoying each other's cock in their mouths, caressing thighs, slipping fingertips into the anal intimacy of each other, the cosmic energy of love built up deep inside. Sweat dripped from their pits, pearled on their foreheads. Saliva leaked out of the corner of their lips. They quaked, convulsed and then screamed, gagging, clawing each other's back. Then oblivion... ---------- Orgasms are never the same and yet they work the same way each time. Ejaculations are not necessarily orgasms. Orgasms wrack the body, make you drool, scream, sometimes faint for a second or two. A real orgasm is like lightning, giving a glimpse of heaven, releasing the bonding energy of genuine love. Wanking is just an approximation of an orgasm, same as fucking for fuck's sake, just for the fun, without releasing your soul to the other. Like a flame lit by lightning, man to man orgasms reveal and fuel genuine love. For Mark and Gabriel, together, that's how, in the midst of that midsummer night, their new lives began. ---------- The morning was glorious! The satiated lovers took their time waking up. Gabriel tiptoed topside. Shivering, he pissed overboard, then came back in to wash his face and crotch. "Already up..." mumbled Mark, stretching in the berth.

"You filled me with energy, Mark... I needed to greet the morning, pee, and thank the gods for the life I'm discovering!" As Gabriel crawled back in bed, Mark took him in his arms and said, "Remember when you asked me about love?" "I remember, and you really didn't give me an answer." "Now I can answer you." "Okay... I'm listening." "Love is simply you, Gabriel Sutherland. That's my answer." Gabriel laughed, then melted on Mark's body, covering his face with kisses. Mark rolled over on Gabriel and exclaimed, "That's delicious Gaby, but I too need to go topside." "And I need to make breakfast!" The wind was calm in the lee of Hoy Island. They slowly sailed out beyond Flotta, then tacked upwind back to Stromness. It was close to 5:30 PM when they tied up in Stromness marina. "Gabriel, I'm letting you take care of the boat and fill the water tank for our departure tomorrow. I'm going to the loft and prepare our dinner. See you later." Gabriel suddenly felt abandoned then flattered that Mark already trusted him for the job. He went to work. When Gabriel arrived in the loft, he was met by the smell of a good beef stew simmering on the fire. "Everything okay with Gogan?" Gabriel burst out laughing and replied, "A bit sore for all the sucking but now it's fine..." "Oh, shut up!" laughed Mark. At the table, Mark spoke up, "Judging from our days on the water, I see that you were born to sail, Gaby. You catch on fast, you're at ease on Gogan. I feel that Gogan likes you a lot. Would you like for us to leave already tomorrow and begin a first expedition, touring the islands for inspiration. I need more material to start a new collection for my winter exhibit and you can begin learning my way of painting, watching me at work." "Whenever you want. I'm ready, as you say, 'to cast off'!" "Then, we can leave tomorrow..." They lifted their glasses and toasted, "To tomorrow!" During dinner, there was lust in the air. Gabriel cleaned up the table, did the dishes, and joined Mark on the sofa. "Mark, I was thinking, if we can spare a day, could we postpone the trip for... let's say twenty-four hours?" Mark shrugged, with a 'why' look on his face... "I'd really love to make love with you all day long tomorrow..." "Wow! All day long?" "Please..." Mark's smile already gave him away, "Okay! All day long..." Gabriel giggled and added, "You know, We can start tonight..." "Tonight..." echoed Mark. "You know, Mark, when we make love, we do exactly that. We MAKE love. We generate it, beget it. You and I, while we sucked each other, I felt energy spinning from me to you and you to me, like a dynamo. Love IS the energy of nature. When we make love, we're helping the earth heal from all the evils greedy humans inflict on the planet." "Sex between people who love each other is what you call 'making love" and if you fuck without love, you're fucking up the planet..." "Correct!" "So you love me." "Of course I do and I feel that you're even surprised to love me too." That last sentence hit Mark straight in the guts... He stood, went to poke the fire some, then turned facing Gabriel. "Gaby, you're right..." "My friend Duncan believed that people should only fuck when they are married and do it only to make babies... That's not making love; that's re-production, an investment so to speak. Society can warp love, put it in laws, with rules. Love is free like the wind... and wild as the wind too. It's not just squirting cum up a cunt, in an bum, or down a throat." "And sex between us?" "We make LOVE squirting cum wherever it needs to go: mouths, arses, hands, wherever! The love we make is our creation for the world. I know that sounds weird, but for me that's the truth and we've just started," stated Gabriel. Mark was awestruck by Gabriel. He felt no need to reply with words to what Gabriel was trying to convey. Once in bed together, tidal waves of desire, lust, and love submerged them both. Their flesh was on fire. Their entrails yearned to be flooded by cum, by the living lightning of each other's orgasm. They writhed together, sucking, licking, kissing. Pure instinct guided Mark's tongue to Gabriel's anus. His lips kissed, his tongue licked, prodded, then his fingers. He slavered, humming, entranced by Gabriel's total presence. Gabriel too was crazed by Mark's hunger. He too licked behind Mark's churning balls, forced the tip of his tongue into the twitching hole. His fingers found the silken delight inside Mark's anus as his own hole opened like a rose in the sun. Their hearts throbbed, sweat flowed, their cocks were drooling with impatience. Crazed and trembling, Gabriel surrendered to Mark's insistence. He laid back, pulled up his knees, and panted, "I need you inside me, Mark! I need it now!" Mark slathered his cock with spit. He pumped his abundant precum into Gabriel's now begging arse. He pushed a bit. His glans popped inside. Gabriel gasped then grabbed Mark's buttocks and pulled. The shaft slid in. Neither moved. Gabriel's most intimate muscles squeezed and released Mark's presence inside him -- then he began to undulate ever so gently. Mark pushed a bit more, then pulled some. Little by little, both began to move. Their motion was synchronised to perfection. Mark's cock danced inside Gabriel with increasing fervour. Their rhythm hastened. Gabriel screamed, his own cock shooting jets of semen in the air. Creamy young cum hit Mark's face, more fell on Gabriel's heaving chest. Lost in the whirlpool of orgasmic ecstasy, Mark grunted, growled as his cock erupted, gushing his own cum deep beyond Gabriel's anal grip. Mark then collapsed on Gabriel. Both remained immobile for a long moment before disconnecting. Mark slipped out of Gabriel, and with infinite tenderness, he sucked the last drops of cum out of the lad's still erect cock. Gabriel managed to utter, "That was mind-blowing." "Are you okay?" softly inquired Mark. "I've never been better... and you?" "I need you in me too." The night was short, and the following day brought them pleasures beyond all their wildest expectations. Mark discovered that Gabriel's cock could send him to heaven as it deeply fucked him with unlimited love. They made love drinking each other, breeding each other, loving each other more and more. By the end of the day, totally exhausted and starry-eyed, they went out to eat, then retired to bed, and slept, dreaming of each other until long after sunrise. ---------- Postface For the following days, they sailed from one island to the other, anchoring in secluded coves. On the third day out, a small summer gale gave them some excitement. Gabriel accompanied Mark when they went ashore to paint and/or take pictures. Mark taught him how to forget the subjet and focus on the light, the hue, the atmosphere of what he saw. In other words, see beyond what he was seeing... Back in the loft, Mark taught him the basic techniques of watercolour and left him to work by himself, giving him just the right amount of advice for him to acquire more and more freedom with his brush. Gabriel tended to remain a bit more attached to his subjects than Mark. Abstraction comes with maturity. Sailing, painting, travelling to Edinburgh for work and family visits filled their days, weeks, and finally months. Their special uncle/nephew relationship was never a problem for anybody, not even Duncan! In February of 2022, Mark proudly informed Gabriel that his first watercolour had been sold. Also, he mentionned that the tourist office in Kirkwall asked if they could rent out the loft during the summer. There was a high demand for original holiday accommodations. He just had to install a modern kitchen unit. "The money's good and since we're often gone, if we do that, maybe we could go on a long cruise while our paintings work for us in the Edinburgh gallery... What do you say?" Gabriel's reply was direct, simple, and precise, "Norway!" ---------- 'NORWAY' will be the title of a new story and album with Gabriel and Mark later on. ---------- A free picture album illustrating this story (pdf) is available upon request at .