Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2000 15:14:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Mate, Chap. 2

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
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First Mate

Chapter Two

Christmas Eve

	When the alarm went off the next morning, I was really disoriented.
Where was I, I thought?  Whose body is this I'm up against.
	I thought for a few moments and remembered the whole of the day
before.  I was rock hard from having to piss, so I got up and went to the
bathroom.  While I was up, I made a pot of coffee.  Then I went back to bed
and snuggled up against Rick again.
	When I heard the beeps from the coffee maker telling me the coffee
was ready, I nudged Rick awake.
	"Time to get up, beautiful."
	He stirred, but really didn't wake up fully.
	I got out of bed and fixed two cups of coffee.  I took them back to
bed.  By then, Rick was awake, but I could tell he wasn't fully conscious
yet.  I handed him his cup of coffee (he liked cream and sugar, just like
me), and he propped up in bed to drink it.
	"What time is it," he asked.
	"A little after nine."
	"You got a smoke on you, man," he asked.
	My pack, or his, was on the nightstand on my side of the bed, so I
took two out, one for him and one for me.  We lit up and luxuriated in the
warmth of each other.  We drank our coffee and smoked our cigarettes in
silence.  When he had drained his cup and set it on his nightstand, he
said,
	"I need a fucking shower in the worse way."
	He turned to me and licked my chest and nipple.  "And so do you,
dude."
	She shower was fun.  We actually bathed each other, paying
particular attention to our hard cocks.  He hadn't yet pissed, and he let
his stream go onto me.  Wow.  What a turn-on.  My hard-on grew to it's
maximum length.
	"You like me pissing on you," he asked.
	"Yeah," I said.  "I like everything you do to me."
	Kind of before I knew what was happening, he had my cock in his
hand.  Then he put the head of his cock onto mine and pulled my foreskin
forward.  It covered my cock head and his.  He started masturbating both of
us.
	"This is called docking," he said.  "It's something you uncut guys
can do for us guys who were mutilated when we were two days old."
	The sensation was incredible.  I had had no idea my skin could
stretch that much, and it was like we were fucking each other's dicks.
After about five minutes of that, I knew orgasm was imminent.
	"I'm gonna come, Rick," I said.
	"Me, too," he said.  And, in a few seconds, we both exploded.  He
held my foreskin tightly around the head of his cock, and it ballooned with
our cum.  Damn that was good.  He held it that way for about a minute and
finally let go.
	"You've never docked with a guy before," he asked.
	"No, I haven't," I said.
	"Well, I love doing it, and we'll do it again."
	I wanted more sex.  In fact, I wanted to be fucked again, but we
had shopping to do, so that would have to wait till later.
	We went into the house and told everyone good morning.  I wondered
if I appeared any different after what Rick and I had done together.  Of
course, I knew I didn't, but they were looking at a whole new boy.
	My mom had made a nice breakfast casserole, and Rick and I ate two
helpings each.  After we finished we told Mom we had some errands to run,
and I asked her if she wanted me to pick up anything for her.  She said she
and the girls were going to try to slip out while the kids took their naps
that afternoon to do a little last-minute shopping.
	"Well, I have my pager," I said, "if you need me for anything."
	Our first stop was the mall.  Rick had decided to buy ties for the
guys and, at my suggestion, gowns for the gals.  We split up.  He headed
for the men's department, and I went in search of nightgowns.  I found a
nice lady to help me, and in no time I was back in the men's department so
Rick could pay for everything all at one time.
	Our next stop was gift wrapping.  That took about twenty minutes,
but it took care of what would have been a major hassle for us to try to
do.  From there we walked across the street to Toys-R-Us and looked for
stuff for the kids.  They were both around three, so it had to be the kinds
of things they would like.  A saleslady helped us find toys for each of
them, and then she giftwrapped them for us.
	"That didn't take very long," I said when we went outside.
	"No.  Thanks to you.  But I still have the most important gift to
get."
	"Whose?"
	"Yours, asshole."
	"Man, I think you've already given me just about the best fucking
gift of my life."
	"Don't be silly.  I was thinking about what you said about having
your nipples pierced.  Would you like that as my Christmas present?"
	I had been thinking a lot about his nipples, too.
	"That's too expensive, man.  Buy me a tie."
	"Bullshit.  Where you're going with me, men don't even own ties.  I
had to borrow one the last time I had to go to the bank, and that was three
years ago.  Plus, nipple rings aren't expensive."
	"Well, if you're sure you want to spend money on me, I'd love to
have them pierced."
	We checked the phone book, and there were three places on the beach
that advertised piercing.  I called the first one, and they were open.  The
woman said she could take me any time.  The traffic on 23rd Street was
pretty heavy, but we finally made it to the place.  It was very clean and
sanitary looking.
	We told the lady what we wanted.  She told us to pick out some
rings, and I got a pair that were identical to Rick's.  They were
twenty-five bucks apiece.  The actual piercing came next, of course.
First, she washed my chest really well with some anticeptic soap.  That
actually felt pretty good, and my cock started to stir.  Rick noticed and
grinned.
	Then she put some more anticeptic on each nipple and let it dry.
Next she sprayed some topical anesthetic on each nipple.
	"I can't watch this," I said and shut my eyes tight.  Rick took my
hand and held it hard.
	I felt pressure on my right nipple, but that was all.  Then the
same pressure on my left one.
	"All done," she said.
	I opened my eyes and looked down.  "Damn, that was easy," I said.
	Rick and the lady both laughed.
	"Come and look at yourself in the mirror," Rick said.  There they
were, two gold hoops through my tits.  Damn.
	Then the lady gave me some antibacterial soap and explained how to
clean the piercings.  She said they should be completely healed in a couple
of days, ready for anything.  Rick thought that was hilarious, and I
blushed.
	The shop was more than a piercing salon.  It was also an adult sex
shop.  We looked around at the toys.
	"Do you have a cock ring," Rick asked me.
	"No.  Should I have one?"
	"Well, of course, you should," he said.  He picked up what appeared
to be a really nice leather one.
	We browsed the porn videos, too.  Most of them were of guys and
girls, but there was also a gay section.  He picked up two by Bel Ami.
"These will be under the tree for you," he said with a wink.
	"Shit, I can't open those in front of the family, asshole."
	"I know, dickcheese.  But I noticed you have two unopened ones in
your apartment.  Those will actually go under the tree; not these."
	"Man, you're spending too much money on me," I said, loving
everything he was doing.
	"Shut up."
	Rick paid for his purchases, and the whole amount came to right at
a hundred dollars.  On impulse, I had bought him a really nice Tommy
Hilfigger shirt that I really wanted for myself and some Polo aftershave,
the kind I used.  I had spent about the same on him, and I was really glad
I had.
	We went into a couple more stores on the beach.  Rick bought some
stocking stuffers and another, smaller, gift for Grammy, Dad, and Mom.  We
bought gift bags for those so we wouldn't have to wrap them.
	Around two o'clock our substantial breakfast was gone, so we
stopped at a Burger King to eat lunch.  When we were through, Rick asked me
if I wanted to try on my cock ring.
	"Sure," I said.
	We went into the men's room and locked the door.  He told me to
drop my jeans, and he got down in front of me.  He lifted my cock and
balls, and put the ring in place.  It wasn't especially stimulating or
anything, but it made my whole package stand out away from my body.
	"What's this cock ring good for," I asked.
	"Pull your jeans up and you'll see."
	I did as instructed, and my crotch bulge looked enormous.
	"You like the look," he asked.
	"Well, yeah, I do.  It makes me look like I'm really hung."
	"Well, that's the point.  Also, if I put it on tighter, as I would
for sex, it'll make your dick harder, you'll last longer, and it'll make
you come harder.  You'll see."
	I gave him a kiss.  "Want to try it out?"
	Just then someone rattled the door.  Rick hurriedly got into the
stall, and I flushed the urinal so the guy wouldn't suspect anything.  I
let the man in and said something like "sorry."  Rick came out right after
the man, and we left for home.

	We got the new videos from the apartment and left the two we had
bought.  Then we took all of Rick's presents over to the house to put under
the tree.  The house was quiet, so I assumed the kids were asleep and the
women were shopping.  Dad was in the study, so I went in there.  I figured
this would be a good time to talk about my going to Key West.
	I told Dad the plans Rick and I had made the night before, and he
listened intently.  He told me it sounded like a great opportunity and that
he was kind of jealous.
	"How do you think Mom will react," I asked.
	"She'll thinks it's a good idea, too.  We've been a little worried
about your hanging around here with nothing much to do.  We agree with your
decision to postpone college, but you know as well as I do there aren't any
jobs here that amount to anything without a degree.  This way you'll be
learning a skill you'll have the rest of your life."
	I was really pleased to hear him say that.  My parents' opinions
were very important to me, and I wanted them to be pleased.
	"Kevin, you do know that Rick is gay, don't you?"
	I nodded.  Oh, oh.  I didn't like the direction this had taken.
	"Are you all right with that?"
	"Oh, yes, sir.  I'm cool with that."
	"And what about yourself?  You're gay, too, aren't you?"
	Oh, shit.  Another ton of fucking bricks.  I must have gotten a
look of terror on my face because Dad put his hand on my shoulder and said,
	"Son, your mother and I have thought that for well over a year.
It's fine with us.  You're our son, and we will always love you."
	That's when the tears started.
	He moved over to the sofa and held me and comforted me.
	When I had calmed down, he continued.
	"We were worried you'd live your life in denial.  We want you to be
happy, and being gay is who you are.  Or part of who you are, anyway."
	"You're not disappointed?"
	"Disappointed in who?  God?  If God had given us a form to check
'gay' or 'straight,' I suspect all three of us would have checked
'straight.'  But He doesn't give us that option."
	"Dad, you don't know how relieved I am you feel this way.  I love
you guys so much.  And not just for this, either."
	"I know you do, Kevin, and we love you so much, too."
	"But how did you know?  Do I act gay?"
	"Do you mean, do you act effeminate?  Of course not.  Not any more
than Rick or Uncle Stanley."
	Uncle Stanley was my parents' partner and my dad's best friend
since like third grade.
	"Uncle Stanley's gay?"
	"Yes, he is.  I always assumed you knew.  He's the one who first
planted the idea that you might be."
	"Oh, man, Dad.  I love Uncle Stanley.  He's just like a regular
guy."
	"Well, of course he is, and I love him, too.  Very much, in fact."
	"Have you..."  I caught myself before I asked if they had ever done
anything together.
	"A person's sex life is completely private, Kevin.  That's the way
it has to be."
	"Yes, sir, I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have even thought about that."
	"Don't be embarrassed, son.  That was a natural reaction.  By the
way, when are you and Rick leaving?"
	"New Years Day.  If that's all right."
	"Well, of course it's all right.  You can make your announcement
tonight when everyone's here."
	Again, I must have had a look of terror on my face.
	"I don't mean about being gay.  That's nobody's business.  I mean
about your new job."
	"Do Grammy and the girls know?  About me being gay?"
	"As far as I know, they don't have a clue.  And they won't find out
from us."
	"God, Dad, thank you so much for making this so easy for me."
	He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, something he hadn't done
in a long time.  "We love you.  You're our boy."
	That made me start crying again.
	"Shit, Dad, I feel like a fucking baby."
	"That's okay, Kevin.  But I'm gonna need to run to the liquor store
to get supplies for tonight.  Are you okay."
	"Dad, I am so okay you wouldn't believe it."
	"Good, now get out of here."
	Back in the den, Rick was leafing through a magazine.  He looked up
when I came in.
	"What the hell happened.  You look like you've been crying."
	"Let's go," I said.
	Once we were outside, I told Rick what had happened and how
wonderful my dad had been about it all.
	"See, Kevin.  That's why I love your mom and dad so much.  They're
good people."

	Back in my apartment, Rick and I settled on the sofa.  He kissed
me, and the passion in that kiss was electrifying.  My cock got rock hard
instantly.  He started taking my shirt off.  He gently touched my left
nipple and asked if it hurt.
	"No.  But I can see what you mean about the sensitivity.  The good
sensitivity."
	He touched the other one, with the same result.  Then he started
moving the rings up and down.
	"Ouch," I said.  "That hurts a little."
	"Did you know that saliva makes wounds heal more quickly?  That's
why animals lick their wounds."
	Without saying another word, he bent forward and started caressing
my nipples with his tongue.  God, did that feel good.  He took my cock out
of my jeans, but I unbuttoned them, kicked off my shoes, and wiggled out of
them.  Then I got my shirt over my head.  I was completely naked, except
for my cock ring.  Rick never missed a lick on my tits.
	Rick then took my cock into his hand and started stroking me.  The
stimulation was incredible; it was the best handjob I'd ever had.  He
stopped stroking and licking for a few seconds and made my cock ring much
tighter.  I could feel my rod getting harder as soon as he was done.  Then
he went back to my chest and my tool.
	The urge to come was building.  Rick had me lie down on the sofa on
my back.  He knelt beside me on the floor.  He raised my legs so that my
feet were planted on the sofa cushion, and, while continuing to lick and
suck my right nipple, he got a finger into my ass.  It was an amazing feat
of contortion.  He was sucking my tit, jerking my cock, and finger fucking
my ass all at the same time.
	"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned.  "I'm getting close," I said.
	"I know you are, but it'll take a while yet.  I've got the cock
ring as tight as it will go, and that will hold you back a little longer."
	He was right.  But, my God, the pleasure was incredible.  I had
read about being brought to the brink, only to be taken back down again,
and that's what Rick was doing to me.  I had a lot to learn about sex, but
I thought I had a fine teacher to work me through it.
	Eventually the pressure on my prostate got to be more than I could
stand.
	"I'm about to come," I said.  Rick just grinned.
	"I know," he said.
	In thirty seconds, my entire body went into orgasm.  The actual
contraction was the longest and hardest I had ever known, and my cock
spurted at least ten times.  I slumped down from arching my back and let
the afterglow enfold me.
	Rick got a washcloth and wiped my cum off his hands and my chest.
Then he took off the cock ring.
	"You can't keep this on for too long at a time when it's this
tight," he said.
	My dick was still rock hard, and I thought it even looked a little
bigger than usual.
	In a few minutes, Rick asked if I wanted to go again.
	"Sure."
	"I want to fuck you, but this time I want to mount you from the
back."  His use of "mount" excited me.
	He took off his clothes.  His cock was semi-hard but not hard
enough to fuck.  I took hold of it and popped it into my mouth.  That was
the first time I had had his cock in my mouth, and the taste and feel were
really good.  I sucked Rick as best I knew how, and, in no time at all, he
was hard.
	He got me on my knees with my arms propped up on the sofa.  He
decided that was too low, so he had me bend over, resting my elbows on the
floor.  The position wasn't the most comfortable one I'd ever been in, but
it wasn't bad, either.  He lubricated me with his tongue, and then he
forced a generous amount of KY up my ass.
	"I think you can take me full out," he said.  With that, he
positioned the head of his cock on my rectum and pushed forward.  He was
right.  He slid into me without any pain and with no obstruction.
	"Damn, Kevin, I've never seen an ass like yours before.  Even guys
who've been ass fucked a hundred times take more effort than you do.  But
you're still tight as hell.  You're a fucking miracle."
	We both laughed, and Rick got to work on me.  The sensation in that
position was different from the way it had felt with me on my back.  It was
about as intense as it had been, but it was different.  Rick found my
prostate--my sweet spot, as he called it--and rammed it over and over.  If
I hadn't already come a bucketful, I would have popped my nut after just a
couple of minutes.  As it was, though, I was able to stay with him.
	"I'm about to come," he said.  I could feel his dick harden and
enlarge.  That sent me over the edge, and I started contracting in my
asshole.  Then, the big O hit me, and I started bucking.  It was an
instinctive act, but boy did Rick get off on it.
	"Goddamn, man.  You're like a fucking stallion."
	When it was over and we had cleaned up the cum I splashed on the
floor, we snuggled on the sofa.  I sat on a towel to keep Rick's cream from
ruining the upholstery.  We didn't talk much.  We smoked cigarettes and
kind of petted and cuddled one another.
	After a little while, when we had both sort of come down from our
sexual high, I asked him what my life on the boat would be like.
	"Well, we take out a maximum of six passengers on each trip.  We
leave on Sunday at six in the evening, and we stay out until around noon on
Saturday.  Guys want to party in Key West on Saturday night and shop the
flea market and other attractions on Sunday during the day.  Plus, we need
time to re-provision and make any repairs that are necessary.  During the
week we sail from island to island.  We tend to stay away from cities and
concentrate on small towns and nude beaches.  It's a lot of fun."
	"What will I be doing?"
	"Fucking your ass off, for one thing."  We both laughed.
	"I'm serious," he continued.  "The guys I take out will be all over
you, so you've got to be ready for that.  You'll be naked most of the time,
except for maybe a pair of tennis shoes.  The deck gets pretty hot, so
you'll need them at first.  Your main job will be handling the food.  We
anchor for the night, usually.  You and I will have to be up early to take
care of setting the riggings and such."
	"How early is early?"
	"Oh, I don't know.  Eight, eight-thirty, something like that.
Anyway, that takes about a half hour with two of us working.  Then we'll
make breakfast.  A lot of the guys are pretty fitness conscious, so it's
usually just bagels and low-fat cream cheese.  Shit like that.  Cereal.
Microwave stuff, too, if anybody wants a hot meal.  Few do, though.  Then
we get underway.  I have an automatic pilot to steer.  Plus, I encourage
every guy to learn how to steer the boat, so a lot of the time when we're
sailing you and I will be free to play.  Our longest sail is only a day, so
it's not like we have a lot of sail time to endure.  You and I will also
take care of putting out salad stuff and coldcuts for lunch.  At night we
usually grill something on deck.  I've got a standard menu that I've worked
out over the years.  The food stuff is really pretty easy.  Also, the
guests like to fish, so we have fresh grilled fish often."
	"It sounds like a continuous vacation."
	"Well, it is, really.  The guys are there for fun, and we have to
keep them happy by having fun with them.  We snorkel, swim with the
dolphins in places, fish, screw, suck, rim, jerk off."
	I laughed when he said that.  "Do you think I'll work out in that
department?"
	"What?  Snorkeling?"
	I laughed hard at that one.
	"Babe, I'm telling you.  You're gonna be so much in demand, your
ass'll stay sore."  Then, after a pause, "By the way, is your ass sore
now?"
	"No.  Should it be?"
	"Well, a lot of guys would be sore after the fuckings I've given
you.  I'm glad you're not.  How about the nipples?  Are they sore?"
	I reach up and moved the ring in the left one.  Most of the
tenderness of earlier was gone.  I did the same to the right one, and it
felt even better.  That made my cock stir a little.
	"They both feel a lot better than they did earlier.  I guess your
saliva therapy worked."
	"I wasn't shitting you about that.  It made mine heal in a day.  In
fact, I think you need another treatment."
	Saying that, he bent over me and started licking and sucking my
left nipple.  He moved the ring up and down with his tongue, and the effect
of that on my penis was amazing.  I got hard within seconds.
	"Don't touch your cock, okay?  I want to see if I can make you come
just from nipple action."
	"Okay," I said.  He had me lie down on the sofa, and he, once
again, knelt on the floor next to me.  He worked first one, then the other,
nipple, gently licking and sucking and moving the ring around.  He tugged
on it a time or two, but the response was pleasure, not pain.  The feeling
was really incredible, and it had its desired effect.  My cock was dripping
precum onto my belly.  After twenty minutes, I reached the point of no
return.  My cock had been twitching all on its own.  Then, suddenly, my
climax set in, and I started spewing cum like a fountain.  Like all the
other orgasms Rick had given me, this one, too, was incredible.  I wondered
if they would just keep getting better and better.  When I was done, he
wiped me clean, and we returned to our positions on the sofa.
	"That feels good, doesn't it," he asked.
	"Every time you so much as fucking touch me, it feels good, dude.
I'm pretty close to starting to like you."
	That made him laugh.
	"Liking me, or liking my cock?"
	"What's the difference," I teased.
	"Very fucking funny, helmet boy."
	"Helmet boy?"
	"The helmet on your cock.  Your skin."
	"Duh," I said, making fun of myself.
	"I could probably even love a helmet boy," he said in a much more
serious tone.
	Oh, God, make it so, I prayed.
	"And I could probably even love a teeny, weeny cut-cock."
	"I hope so," he replied, again rather seriously.  "But don't make
fun of my little weeny, dude, or I'll have to kill you."
	I almost panicked.  "Man, I wasn't making fun.  I swear to God."
	"Lighten up, man.  I know you weren't.  At least not malicious fun.
I know I'm on the small side, but I get the job done.  You didn't hurt my
feelings.  You're not the first guy who's noticed I'm only average in the
hose department."
	"Rick, I would never say anything to hurt your feelings.  I want
you to know that."
	"I think I knew that, babe.  And that feeling is mutual.  And the
fact of the matter is, I _am_ falling in love with you."
	For the third time in two days, I burst into tears.  "Rick, you
must think I'm some kind of emotional pussy, crying all the time, but
hearing you say that has made me so happy, I can't stand it.  I love you,
and I want you to love me."
	He kissed me, and that kiss said all I ever needed or wanted to
know about our relationship.  I was so high I couldn't stand it, and I
kissed him back with all the ardour I could muster.
	"I've been in love since we met in the airport, Kevin.  If you had
turned out to be straight or a homophobe, I probably would have had a
breakdown.  I want you to be with me forever."
	Then he started crying.  There we were, two emotional fags, albeit
very masculine ones, crying all over each other.  But, dammit, I was the
happiest I had ever been.