Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 00:36:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 1 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the written permission of its author. First Mate, Part 2 is a continuation of First Mate, which can be found in the Nifty Archive under gay/incest. While there are some allusions to events that occurred in First Mate, First Mate, Part 2 is largely a free-standing work that can be read without having read First Mate. My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian. E-mail comments are always welcome. First Mate, Part 2 Chapter 1 After our adventure with the pirates, Rick and I stayed on land for a while. It wasn't his first choice of lifestyles, or mine, either, but, to play it safe, we decided to stay put for a while. Right after we settled in, I visited a bookstore and found a book on erotic massage. I had only had a couple of regular massages at that point in my life, and I thought they were wonderful. Rick was always getting me to give him back rubs, so I figured by reading the book I could do a better job. "Interesting book," the clerk said, when I put it on the counter to pay for it. "It sure looks interesting," I said. "My partner loves backrubs. I want to learn how to give him the best I can." "You probably ought to talk to the author," the guy behind the counter said. "Oh, man, I'd love to. In fact, I'd like to have one of these erotic massages myself." I grinned, and the store dude gave me a wink. "Well, to meet him, all you have to do it walk over there. That's him behind you." "No shit?" "No shit. His name is Mike Lawless. In fact...Mike," he called out. "I have someone here who wants to meet you." Mike came over, still holding the book he had been looking at. "Mike Lawless meet, er..." "Kevin Maxwell," I said. "Pleased to meet you, sir." "It's nice to meet you, too, Kevin. Only call me Mike." "Kevin, here, says he'd like to have one of your massages, Mike," the clerk said. Mike had been checking me out pretty well the whole time we had been standing there, and I thought his crotch even bulged up a little, although I could have been wrong. "Well, I'd love to work on you, Kevin." He rubbed my left bicep and part of my shoulder. I was wearing a tanktop, and I had worked out less than an hour before. "Muscles like yours inspire me to do my best work." I knew he was coming on to me, but I didn't care. He was pretty hot looking himself. He was around Rick's age, which appealed to me, and his body was very nicely put together. He was wearing shorts, of course, and I could tell he was as smooth as I was. "Should I call for an appointment," I asked. "Ordinarily, yes," he said, "but I happen to be free this afternoon. Right now, in fact." "Okay, okay, okay," the clerk guy said. "I want you two to have a fabulous time, but you simply cannot do that sort of thing in this store." Mike and I both laughed. I paid for the book and asked Mike to autograph it. He bought the book he was holding, and I followed him out into the parking lot. He gave me directions to his house, but, since I was really new to Key West then, we decided it would be best for me to follow him. When we were in Mike's house, the first thing he did was ask if I needed to use the bathroom. I didn't have any urgency about it, but I knew I could piss. He encouraged me to do it "so there won't be any interruptions," he said. In the bathroom there was a little sign that encouraged clients to wash their asses, although it was put much more delicately than that. I had showered after my workout, but I went ahead and washed my hole, just to be on the safe side. Once I was finished, Mike invited me to have a seat in what I assumed was his living room. "Kevin, have you ever had a massage before," he asked. I told him I had had two, but never an erotic massage. "That's what I want, by the way," I said, just to make sure we were clear on why I was there. "An erotic massage." "I assumed you did, what with the book and all," he said, grinning. "But I really do appreciate it when a client makes his desires known. "I do a massage that involves a combination of techniques. One of those is the tantric technique. Do you know what that is?" "No. I've never heard of it," I said. "Well, tantra is an Eastern discipline. Basically, it involves stimulating and channeling sexual energy into the rest of the body. In tantra, for example, young men are taught how to orgasm without ejaculating. They are taught how to control that response so the energy of the orgasm can be channeled into other parts of their bodies and souls." "They orgasm but don't shoot cum," I asked, just to make sure I understood. "That's right. That probably sounds like a contradiction in terms to you, but that's precisely what they do." "I can do that," I said. He looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure?" "I'm very sure. I climax five or six times when I have sex. Sometimes I don't shoot at all, but usually I wait till I know my partner can't go any longer. Either way, I decide when I shoot." "Oh, my God. I can't believe this." "Well, it's true, man." "Oh, I didn't mean you weren't telling the truth. I just mean I can't believe my own good fortune in finding somebody who can do that. Who taught you?" "Well, nobody, really. I just kind of figured it out." "Kevin, Kevin, Kevin. Oh, you will be a natural at tantric massage. You're only the second man I've worked with who could control ejaculations, and the first was from India, where they teach boys how to do that. Are you anally sensitive?" "What do you mean," I asked. "Well, do you take it up the ass?" "As often as I can," I said, and grinned. He laughed, too. "I like to be top, too, though. I'm not exclusively bottom." "Even better," he said. "I can't wait to work on you." "Well, let's go," I said. "Not just yet. There are some things I want to explain before we start. Ordinarily, the point of the erotic massage is to bring the man to the point of orgasm and then back him down. Repeatedly. When he finally does climax, it's one of the most powerful ones of his life. Once he shoots, it's over. In your case, though, I'll have to work differently. I'll still bring you close to orgasm a few times, but then I'll allow you to have one, as long as you don't shoot. This can go on for several hours, if you want it to." "I'm at your disposal," I said. "I don't have a damn thing else to do." "Great." He explained that we would both be nude and that he would probably become erect fairly early on. He would use techniques like deep massage and relaxation massage first, but he would use his whole body, not just his hands. "I will penetrate you, but only with my fingers. This is entirely for your pleasure and relaxation, not mine. I will probably leak pre-cum, but you also probably won't notice it because I'll use a generous amount of scented oils. If I orgasm, there won't be any ejaculation. At least, if I'm lucky." He grinned on that last statement. Having said that, he stood me up and started undressing me. It didn't take very long, since I wasn't wearing many clothes, and then he stripped. He led me outside onto his deck overlooking the water. It was quiet except for the sound of the wind, the waves, and some very gentle music that he turned on. He had me lie face down on a vinyl mat on the floor of the deck, and he got on top of me. The mat had a kind of roll at the end of it, so my head was on the same plane as the rest of my body. I could feel his ass lightly touching mine, but he wasn't really sitting on me. He actually had his knees on the mat on either side of me, and, occasionally, he would brush my ass with his as he began working my neck and shoulders. The oil he used felt good and smelled wonderful. The massage he gave me was first rate. I didn't have a whole lot to compare it to, but I knew what felt good. I had more knots in my muscles than I was aware of, and he found every one and worked them out. He moved down my body slowly and methodically. When he got to my ass, he caressed the cheeks, not as a lover would but as a professional masseur would. He found a couple of hard spots in my ass cheeks, and he worked them out for me. Then onto my legs. The backs of my thighs were hard and tense. He spent a lot of time on them and really made them feel good. Then he got to my feet. Up until then, I was in pretty good shape, bone-wise. I was a little hard, but that might have happened just from his touching me. When he started working on my feet...Whoa! I got a major hard-on. That surprised the hell out of me. "That made you hard, didn't it," he asked. "Yeah. What the hell did you do?" "I just started massaging your feet. You're obviously very erogenous in that area. Most people are, but they never explore their feet." He kept rubbing my feet, and I thought I was near coming. He stopped then, though, and flipped me over onto my back. He started with my temples and face. Then he worked his way down my body, doing my neck and shoulders and pecs. He lingered over my abs and navel, and that was really great. He was careful not to touch my groin area, but my hard-on was impossible not to see. I was turned on big time, and he knew it. My foreskin was pulled all the way back, so I looked like I was cut. That meant I was _really_ aroused. He deeply massaged the front of my thighs and shins, and then he returned to my feet. The tops weren't nearly as sensitive as the soles had been, though, so I was able to keep my composure. When he started rubbing my feet from both sides, I couldn't help it any more, and I had an orgasm. I didn't spew cum, but it was obvious I came. "Wow, dude. Was that good?" "Very good," I replied. "Don't stop." "Don't worry. We haven't even gotten to the erotic part, yet." By then we were probably forty-five minutes into the massage, and my body felt limp with relaxation. He let me relax even more for a few minutes. My cock was twitching as it stretched out a few inches above my stomach, almost parallel to it. A rather large dollop of pre-cum leaked out and pooled in my navel. "Now for the overtly erotic part," he said. He took my dick gently into his left hand and slowly worked up from the top of my asshole to the tip of my cock with his finger. He did that several times. "Concentrate on your penis," Mike said. "Think of it as being the center of your whole body, your whole universe. Nothing else matters. Chant with me. Say, 'penis, penis, penis," softly and slowly." I joined him in the chant, and I made every effort to do as he said. My penis was the only part of me that had any sensation. The rest of my body was numb as Mike continually rubbed it. He brought me very close to climax several times, but then he changed what he was doing and brought me down from my high. "This time I want you to orgasm, but don't shoot. Focus on the energy the orgasm will release into your whole being. Capture that energy and send it charging up your spine to your brain." I wasn't sure I could do what he described, but I was willing to try. When he let me climax, the effect was unbelievable. Rick had given me some of the most incredible sexual experiences of my life, but this one was more powerful than even his best. I focused on my hard contractions, and I made every effort to channel the energy as Mike had said. He no doubt helped me along by pushing hard into the spot between my asshole and my balls. He said that's where the energy builds up, and, by pushing it into me, he was forcing it into my spine. "You did that very well," he said. "I felt the energy flow." I didn't respond because I couldn't. Moments later, he was back working my cock. Then, though, he rubbed my asshole gently with his well-oiled finger. Again, I got close, but he pulled me back. Then, I felt a finger enter me and dive straight for my prostate. He didn't poke it or rub it hard, the way Rick's cock did. Instead, he very gently massaged it. In no time, I was ready for another orgasm, and Mike gave me permission to climax again. If the last one had been fabulous, that one was double fabulous with chocolate and whipped cream on it. I trembled for what seemed like a minute or more. He again put external pressure on the spot between ass and balls. "Very good," he said. "Very, very good." In another minute, he had two fingers inside me, gently rubbing my sweet spot. My lips tingled and my nipples became so hard the rings in them stood up off my chest. I was totally and completely sexually aroused for the first time in my life. Once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times Mike brought me to the point of no return and rescued me from climax. Finally he said, "Okay. This time I want you to shoot." When my final climax occurred, it was like five gigantic orgasms rolled into one. There were several medium contractions and then one giant one that lasted forever. When I shot, my cum hit my face and hair and the deck behind me. The experience was so intense, so overwhelming, I lost consciousness. Mike shook me awake in a few minutes. I was pure jello. My muscles were so weak he had to help me sit up. He moved me to a lounge chair and laid me onto it. "Rest awhile and enjoy the afterglow," he said, and that's exactly what I did. In about forty-five minutes he came back fully dressed. He had obviously showered. "Are you back to reality yet," he asked with a grin. "I think so," I sighed. "That was indescribable." "I know. You're the best I've ever worked with." "Did you come," I asked, without thinking. Then, "Sorry, man, that's too personal. I wasn't thinking." "No, that's fine. And, yes, I did, four times. Nobody watching you, much less working on you, could have controlled himself." Mike handed me my cigarettes and lighter, and we sat on his deck smoking. "Damn, I'd love to be able to do to Rick what you just did to me," I said. "Rick? Your lover?" "Yeah. How can I learn how to do that," I asked. Mike pondered that question a moment. Then he said, "Are you serious about wanting to learn massage?" "Yeah, I sure am. But how? Where?" "Well, I'm a master masseur..." "No, shit," I interjected ironically, and he laughed. "...and what that means is, I'm allowed to train others. In fact, I'm required to train at least two others in erotic massage in my lifetime. I've never had an apprentice, but, if you're willing to put in the time and the work of learning how, I would be willing to take you on." "What's involved in it," I asked. "Well, a good bit of study, for one thing. And massage is pretty demanding physically on the masseur. You've got the muscle for it, but you'll probably have to triple the strength of your hands. And that takes work, sometimes painful work." He took my left hand in his. "You're right-handed, right?" "Yeah," I said. "Okay, squeeze my hand as hard as you can and hold it that way until you can't hold it any more." I did as he said, and I could tell from the look on his face that he was impressed. "Your left hand is necessarily weaker than your right, and I'd say you're already pretty close to having the strength in your hands that you need. Your endurance is good, too. It shouldn't take you long to learn." I then thought about the boat and about our business. "How much time are we really talking here," I asked. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe three months, if you work and study hard. You'll have a state board exam to pass to get your license. Not in erotic massage, of course, just massage. The erotic part is an add-on." "I really want to do this," I said. "Can I talk to Rick tonight and get back to you tomorrow? Oh, and what will it cost?" "Well, actually, nothing. I'm not allowed to charge an apprentice." "This is too fucking good to be true," I said, and meant it. When I told Rick about it that night, he was all for it. "Hell, that's just another feature we can add to our cruises. You can charge for erotic massages, and that'll bring in some extra bucks." "Yeah, but what about the time. It'll be three months," I said. "That's actually not a problem. I have been thinking for some time that the boat needs a major overhaul. It's twenty years old, and the decorating could sure use some modernizing. Plus, the hull needs to be stripped, repaired in weak places, and repainted. It'll take at least that long to have all of that work done, and this is as good a time as any. Go for it, Kevin." With that, he kissed me long, wet, and hard. The next morning I called Mike Lawless and told him I was a definite yes to becoming his apprentice. He asked me to come over right then, and he and I worked out the specifics. I would work with him every weekday morning, but I'd be finished with him by noon. Some of it would be theory and physiology and all, but most of it would be practice. "Do you think you could round up some guys to practice on," he asked. I thought of all the guests at the resort and told him about them. "Wow. You'll have more takers than you can handle," he said. We got started that very morning, and the next day I put my hands on my first client, under Mike's very careful supervision. The training went by in a heartbeat, and, in three months' time, I had my Florida massage license and was as good as Mike, or so he said, at the erotic part. I practiced quite a bit on Rick, of course, and, in a couple of months, he got to where he could hold off shooting, too, just like me.