Date: Tue, 2 May 2000 14:05:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 10

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First Mate, Part 2 is a continuation of First Mate, which can be found in
the Nifty Archive under gay/incest.  While there are some allusions to
events that occurred in First Mate, First Mate, Part 2 is largely a
free-standing work that can be read without having read First Mate.  My
other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's
Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, The Dancer in gay/encounters, and
From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian.

E-mail comments are always welcome.

First Mate, Part 2

Chapter 10

	The next morning Rick more than made up for the night before.  I
woke up first, made coffee in the coffee maker in our room (every cabin had
one), and presented him his first cup of the day.  It took him a few
minutes to orient himself to where we were.  We had only slept in that
cabin a few times in the six months we had been together, and the new decor
kind of surprised him.  He had to get up to piss (I had already done that),
and he came back to bed with me.  I handed him his coffee, and I got
cigarettes for both of us.
	"You are so fucking cute," he said to me, for no reason.
	"You're pretty fucking cute yourself, dude," I said.
	We drank our coffee and smoked our cigarettes.  Then I said,
	"Rick, I really want you to make love to me."
	"I know," he said.  "I wanted to last night, but you saw what
happened.  Or what didn't happen."
	"Shit happens," I said, and he laughed.
	That morning was the converse of the night before.  Rick got hard
just kissing me, and I got equally hard from us kissing.  He got me on my
back--my favorite position--and impaled me on his dick.  We made love with
him inside me for twenty minutes or more.  We each came several times, but
we didn't shoot off.  The fifth time, though, we both shot cum, and it was
by far the best.
	"Kevin, are you okay with what happened yesterday," he asked, as we
had our second cup of coffe and second cigarette.
	"I think so.  Dad and Stan both had private conversations with me,
and I think I'm okay.  Naw, hell.  I know I'm okay."
	"Just as long as you know that what you did was heroic, man.
That's all I care about."
	"Well, they both think you were a hero, too; so there."
	"Really," he asked in real surprise.
	"Yeah, man.  I assume it was you who jumped in the water when they
were taking y'all down to the Whaler."
	"Yeah, that was me.  I got away from that fucking Charlie, and then
I was in the water.  I got onto the Whaler and fired that mother up as soon
as I could."
	"Well, that was pretty fucking heroic, I think.  And the others
think so, too.  Hell, he fired at you five times."
	"Naw.  It was survival instinct."
	"Yeah, right," I said.  I kissed him on the neck, and then we went
back to sleep.
	When I woke up a little while later, Rick was between my legs
licking my nut sack.  Every now and then he'd stick his tonuge into my
asshole, and I knew some of his cum must still be up there, oozing out.  I
loved that feeling.  I felt completely vulnerable to him at that moment,
and that's the way I liked it.  He licked the cut on my sack, and it stung
a little.  I guessed he was giving me some of his famous saliva therapy.
	Despite the sex we'd already had, I was still horny as hell.
	"Fuck me again," I said.  He didn't have to be asked twice.  That
time he had me on my chest, and he got down with his feet and knees on the
bed with me between his legs.  He propped his upper body on his hands, and
he gave me a fucking like I used to dream about.  I was counter thrusting
to his thrusts, and the friction on my cock from the bed, coupled with the
wonderful sensations that were going on inside me, made me come another
three or four times.  I decided not to shoot because I didn't want to make
a mess in the bed.  When Rick finally unloaded into me, I knew I had a big
load waiting for release.  I got on my back and asked Rick to push my legs
back over my head.  In that position I was able to get about half my cock
in my mouth, and I sucked myself off to ejaculation.  Rick gently fingered
my hole as I did it.
	"Damn, Kevin.  You're a constant source of amazement.  I didn't
know you could do that."
	"I told you I could."
	"Yeah, but I didn't realize you could take so much of your dick
into your mouth.  That's a circus sideshow, man."  I chuckled.
	We took a shower and shaved at the same time.  We didn't fool
around, though.  For some reason I felt a need not to be naked first thing
when I went out onto the deck.  I slipped on a pair of blindly white
briefs.
	"In some ways you look sexier in those things than you do naked,"
Rick commented.
	"I just feel a little modest today.  I'm sure I'll get over it
pretty soon, but it's like I need a little protection today.  Is that okay
with you?"
	"Like I said, Babe, those things are as sexy as sin on you,
especially with that tan.  Plus, you can do whatever the fuck you want, and
you know it."
	I kissed him sweetly on the lips.
	"Thanks, Babe," I said.
	The three dads and Stan were already on the deck when we emerged.
They all three had big grins, and, all of a sudden, I realized they
probably heard everything we had done.
	"How are you feeling, Son," Dad asked me.
	"I'm feeling good, Dad.  How about you?"
	"My ass is a little sore.  I'd never had a telephone pole up it
before yesterday."
	I'm sure I turned as red as a pack of Marlboros, and everybody,
especially Stan and Rick, laughed hard.  I finally laughed, too.  I figured
his comment meant everything was okay with him.
	"Have you guys been checking me out," I asked in a serious tone.
	Rick started laughing immediately, and that let the others know I
was teasing them.
	"I suspected as much," I said, with my same mock serious tone.
	"Is that why you're in briefs this morning," Stan asked.
	"Could be," I said.
	"Well, they're about the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Stan said.
"You might even make me hard."
	"I thought you were hard," I shot back.  Stan's cockhead was just
barely visible.  I hadn't seen him hard, and didn't especially want to, but
he definitely didn't have what you'd call a swinging dick when he was fully
soft.
	The others laughed hard, especially my dad.  Stan, ever the good
sport, laughed with genuine merriment at my teasing.
	Rick got out the big coffee pot and brewed coffee for us.  He went
into the galley to get a few pastries, bagles, cream cheese, and some nice
proscuitto ham.  Bill and JJ came on deck right about then, and they both
checked me out in my briefs.  Neither guy had fully lost his piss hard-on,
and Bill started stiffening up when he looked at me.  I noticed, but I
don't think anybody else did.  I winked at him, and he blushed a little.
	After we had eaten and picked up the remains, I asked Rick, "So,
what do you have planned for today, Capt'n?  Are we going to meet up with
any more of your friends?"
	Everybody laughed, but Rick didn't laugh quite as hard as the
others.
	"Well, I thought I'd let the group decide.  We were supposed to
spend last night in Kingston, Jamaica.  It's not very far at all, and we
can make it in less than an hour, probably.  Or, we could rest a bit today,
check out that island, and motor into Kingston Harbour around six or so."
	"What's on the island," somebody asked.
	"I'm not sure.  It didn't look inhabited last night.  It might just
be one of the hundreds of tiny islands that never make it onto a chart.
There appears to be a mountain, or large hill, so I suspect there's fresh
water, maybe even water falls."
	"I wouldn't mind just staying on board and playing a few rubbers of
bridge, if anybody else is interested," Omar said.  Mike immediately said
that sounded good to him, and Dad and Stan chimed in their willingness.
	"I want to see the island," JJ said.  "Me, too," Bill seconded.
	"Well, that's it, then.  I'll stay on board and maybe swap out with
one of you guys for bridge now and then," Rick said, "and Kevin can take
Bill and JJ onto the island."
	I organized the boys for our trip to the island.  We packed a
cooler with beer, a few soft drinks, some stuff to make sandwiches, and the
like.  I also got out our "island exploration bag," which included shit
like sunscreen for anyone who might need it, toilet paper, a good length of
rope, a couple of hunting knives, a radio that would enable us to call the
boat, and a number of other things that would be useful under certain
circumstances.  We'd leave all of that on the beach where we left the
dinghy, but we'd have it if we needed it.  I got my black leather pouch and
put three fresh packs of cigarettes in it and three lighters.  All three of
us smoked, but I was sure they wouldn't think to bring any cigarettes.  We
were ready to go in about fifteen minutes.  I lowered the dinghy, and we
all got in.
	Once we were underway, Bill asked, "So, Kevin, what's with the
briefs today?"
	"I just felt like wearing them.  Would you guys be more comfortable
if I took them off?"
	"Oh, hell, no, man," he said, "I think they're about the sexiest
fucking things there are, especially on you."
	"I'll probably take them off later, when one of you guys wants to
get in them," I grinned.
	They both laughed.
	Our day on the island was great.  I did take off my briefs when we
landed.  I figured the sand in them, plus the real possibility that we'd be
in and out of water, made them somewhat impractical.  Human skin is the
best protection in the wilderness of a tropical island.
	We hiked along the beach for a while.  JJ fell behind us, and, when
we turned to wait for him, we saw he had a huge hard-on.
	"What's with the spike," I asked.
	He blushed a little.  "Well, walking behind two gorgeous asses made
me hard.  I'm sorry.  It just couldn't be helped."
	"Come here," I said.  "I can help with that."  I got down on my
knees and sucked his cock for him.  In just a matter of moments, he came
into my mouth.
	"Damn, that was good," he said.  "That was my first blowjob."
	"Are you shitting me," I asked.
	"No, I'm not.  I've never had my dick in a mouth before."
	"What about you," I said, as I turned to face Bill.  His cock was
as hard as JJ's had been.
	He shook his head no.  I sucked him off, too.  They both wanted to
try giving one, so we got into a daisy chain.
	"Be careful of getting sand in your mouth," I told them.  "It won't
taste good, and it'll feel like sandpaper on the cock you happen to be
sucking."  We did that several times, each one getting to taste the cum of
both other guys.  I decided not to hold back shooting for these guys' first
blowjobs, and I was glad I did.
	We spent the whole rest of the day exploring the island, swimming
in the river that Rick had predicted was there, and otherwise having a
ball.  We went back to the dinghy from time to time to get beers and
smokes, but mostly we just had a fantastic day in paradise.  There was
plenty of sex, to be sure, but it was a day for us to hang together, be
feral, and not give a shit about the rest of the world.
	We made it back to the boat by five, as we said we would, and we
found all of the other guys asleep in the sun.  I knew the course to
Kingston from where we were, so I didn't bother waking Rick up.  I gave the
guys minimal instructions on what to do, and, being very intelligent, they
caught on right away.  The three of us got us to Kingston Harbour in less
than an hour, and then we woke up the others.
	I had my briefs back on by then, but everybody else was completely
naked.  The sun was sill very bright, so they went scurrying.  I anchored
the boat so that the shower was on the side away from the harbor, and we
showered in sets of two or three.  I showered with Bill and JJ.  I let them
wash me, and I got hard.  I knew they wanted me to, so I made the sacrifice
for our guests.  They wanted enemas, like we had done the first day, so I
obliged.  I took one myself.  We all got over the rail to let the water,
shit, and cum out of our asses, and we were all once again hard.  I
positioned myself in the middle, I grabbed their cocks to jerk them off.
Bill took mine in hand, and we sat there, releasing our internal fluids and
spewing our loads.  I hadn't held back shooting cum all day with them, and
I didn't then, either.
	When we were done, I hosed down the deck and the side of the boat,
as I always did.  As I was working, JJ said to me, "Bill and I want you to
be with us tonight.  Today was just about the best day of our lives, and we
don't want it to stop."
	"Cool, guys.  I had a blast, too," I said, and I meant it.
	Rick and I usually stayed on board for two or three hours to let
the guests explore the city on their own.  We always met up with them
around nine for dinner, and then we stayed with them unitl the wee hours.
That night, we all went ashore together, promising to meet up at 3 AM at
the place where we tied up the two dinghys.
	I had a ball with JJ and Mike.  We all got loaded on Jamaican rum
in a couple of hours, and they decided they wanted to get tattooed.
	"Rick told me it's a lot safer to get your tattoos in Key West," I
told them.
	"Yeah, but Rick ain't fucking here," JJ said.
	"True, but let's find a place that looks clean, at least."
	"Are you getting one," Bill asked.
	"No.  I got my cock pierced because Rick alread had a tattoo.  We
want people to remember the tattooed guy and the guy with the ring through
his cock.  Y'all probably won't even remember our names in a year, but
you'll remember that much."
	They laughed, and Bill grabbed at my crotch.  "We damn sure will
remember your name, Rick."
	I knew he was drunk, but he wasn't that drunk.
	"Very funny, JJ," I said.  They both howled with laughter.
	We found a tattoo parlor that looked respectable, and they both
wanted a combination of the jolly roger and the rainbow flag.  It was kind
of pretty, really, and they both got them on their upper left bicep.
	"I think we're brothers now, man," JJ said to Bill.  Bill's
response was to give JJ a hot, wet kiss, right there in the street.  They
took their tee shirts off so everybody could see their new ink.
	We met up with the others at three o'clock, as we had promised, and
the boys still had their tee shirts off.  Mike noticed Bill's new ink
first.  He grabbed his arm and studied it under the light.
	"What the fuck is this shit," he asked.  He wasn't angry, at least
as far as I could tell.
	"It's a tattoo, what the fuck does it look like?"
	"Just checking," Mike said.
	"I've got one, too," JJ said to Omar.  "It's the same one.  Bill
and I have decided we're brothers."
	"Hmmmmm," was all Omar said.
	"Where's yours," Dad asked me.
	"I didn't get one.  Rick's got a tattoo.  I've got a cock piercing.
We want people to remember us as separate people.  Two tattoos would just
confuse them."
	"Did they give you guys any salve or anything to put on that new
ink," Rick asked.
	"No," they said in unison.
	"Well, let me get you something.  They'll hurt like a motherfucker
if you don't take care of them."
	Rick got some salve for the guys, and we all went back to the boat
and to bed.

	The rest of the trip was really great.  I spent most of my time
with Bill and JJ, who, I think, eventually fell in love with one another.
We did all the swimming, snorkeling, fishing, sailing, and diving that we
usually did, and the older guys--the dads and Stan--seemed to revel in
watching us have a great time.  They read a lot, played a lot of bridge,
and just took life easy.
	When the trip was finally over, we said goodbye to our new friends
with tears in our eyes.  They had really been troopers and great guys to be
with, and Rick and I both felt a special bond with them.
	Dad and Stan were spending a couple of nights in Key West.  We had
a week off coming to us, so we could spend time with them without losing
any planned business.  On our first night home, Rick broached the subject
with me of future cruises.
	"Kev, what would you say to taking a few months off?"
	"Isn't this your busiest season," I asked.
	"Yeah, it is, but this last pirate thing really scared me.  When I
saw that guy draw blood on your nuts, I knew right then and there I needed
a break."
	"He didn't really hurt me, Rick," I said, missing his point, I
think now.
	"Maybe not, but the point is he could have.  And what he made you
and your dad do was just more than I ever want to face again."
	"Isn't there something you could do to the boat to increase the
security?  I mean, why didn't the radar pick up that Boston Whaler?"
	"We could increase the sensitivity of the radar, sure," Rick
explained, "and it would pick up every school of dolphins and large fish in
the vicinity."
	"Hmmmmm," I said, indicating I was thinking.  "Damn, man, I really
love the cruises.  Even the so-so crowds are fun some of the time.  And
it's what you love doing."
	"Yeah, but I don't love doing it as much as I love you."
	"Is that why you want to give it up?  Because of what they did to
me?"
	He looked at me with the most serious expression I had ever seen
him wear.  It was a little scary, and I almost thought he was angry with
me.
	"No.  I want to give it up because of me.  Because if anything bad
happened to you and I thought I could have prevented it by giving up my
business, I'd kill myself."
	There wasn't a trace of humor or irony in his voice, and I knew he
meant it.  God, what a feeling rushed over me.  I moved next to him on the
sofa and kissed him.  His mouth opened for my tongue, and I sucked his
mouth with all the love I had in me for him.  I got hard almost
immediately, and he did, too.  I gently placed my hand on the head of his
cock through his shorts.  I wanted to give that man all the pleasure his
nervous system could endure.
	I made love to Rick slowly and deeply and with almost no sound
except the sounds of our bodies enjoying one another.  In the six months we
had been together, we had come to know our own bodies and the body of the
other in ways too intimate to describe, and I put every ounce of my
knowledge into our love making that night.  When we were finally
orgasmed-out, Rick made us each a drink, but we were still unwilling to let
each other go.  We held one another, rubbing, caressing, occasionally
kissing, and revelling in our love.
	"Yes," I finally said.
	"Okay," he replied, and that ended Rainbow Cruises as we had known
it.

	We took a long European vacation that lasted until the middle of
August, and we returned to Key West in time for me to register for classes
at the local community college.  Rick and I were still part owners of the
resort, of course, and that, not to mention all the pirate money, made it
unnecessary for us to work in the traditional sense.  We hadn't sold the
boat, and he started having clothing-optional day cruises for guests at the
resort.  He'd go out on Tuesdays and Thursdays because I'd arranged to not
have classes on those days.  Now and then sex would break out, but it was
an altogether much tamer crowd.  Business picked up quickly, so he started
taking the boat out by himself on Wednesdays but abruptly stopped that
after a few weeks.  When I asked him why he said it was personal.
	"Personal," I asked in disbelief.  "What could be so personal you
can't tell me?"
	"It's just personal, okay?  Let's drop the subject."
	"Have you missed your period?  Huh?  Is that it?"
	"Asshole," he said, laughing.
	"All right, I'll tell you.  Last week this really hot guy wanted
sex, and I almost gave in."
	"Why didn't you," I asked, remembering the agreement we had about
an open relationship.
	"Because I don't want to have sex with anyone but you, that's why."
	I was flattered, of course, but also a bit curious.
	"Does that mean we're no longer in an open relationship," I asked.
	"Of course not," he replied immediately.  "I said I don't want to
have sex with anyone but you.  You're as free as ever to have sex with
anybody you want to."
	"Phew," I said, mopping my forehead in a mock sweat.
	"You're not, though, are you?"
	The truth was I wasn't.  In fact, I hadn't had sex with anyone but
Rick since the last pirate cruise, and I hadn't really wanted to.
	"No, because I haven't wanted to," I said.  "But that doesn't mean
I might not want to some day."
	He grinned.
	"Come here to me, you monkey," he said.  He grabbed me hard around
the waist and pulled me to him for a hot, hard kiss.
	That happened over a year ago, and I still haven't wanted to.  The
way things are going, it looks like I'll be Rick's First Mate for life.

The End