Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2000 21:36:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 4 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 4 The day finally came for my exam as a licensed massage therapist. I had spent almost every waking hour of the previous two weeks studying and practicing for it. Rick was really cooperative, but, after a while, he told me he thought one massage a day was enough for him. I laughed and had to agree. There weren't any more tense places on him that I could find, so I mostly just did relaxation massage. Mike went with me up to Miami for the test. Like the test for my first mate's license, it had a written part and a practical part. I had to answer lots of questions, some multiple choice and some essay, and then I had to give two massages. One was to a guy about my age who was a body builder with lots of hard muscle; the second one was to a woman who had cerebral palsy. These were two very different kinds of massages, but I felt good when I finished them. We hung around in Miami a couple of days, and I got my license before we left. That night I treated Mike to a wonderful dinner at the best restaurant we could get reservations for in Miami. After dinner I asked if he wanted to go out to some clubs or something. "Nope," he said. "What do you want to do," I asked. "I owe you a lot, man, and I want to show my gratitude." "What I really want to do it go back to our room and fuck the shit out of you." He grinned. I didn't know what to say. In all the time we spent together, he had never once suggested any kind of sexual activity between us, other than the erotic massages we gave one another. I knew he was gay, just as he knew I was, and I wondered why he hadn't put any moves on me. "You've got a puzzled look on your face," he said. "That's because I am puzzled." "Why is that? You know I'm attracted to you. Or you should know." "See, that's it. I've wanted to do it with you since I first laid eyes on you in that bookstore, but you never made a move or even a suggestion. I figured I wasn't your type." "Kevin, how can you be so naive? Didn't you see my hard-on every time we worked together?" "Well, yeah, but.... Hell, I didn't know what to think. I just thought you were easily aroused or something." "Until you got your license, you were my apprentice. My student. I do follow a code of ethics, you know. I hope you fucking know. You passed a test on it." All of a sudden a lightbulb went on in my brain. Damn. Of course, he had to stay off me while I was studying under him. Now I was his peer, his equal, at least in the eyes of the Florida law on the subject. I paid for our dinner, and we were out of there in a heartbeat. That night, Mike gave me everything he had been holding back for the previous three months, and I reciprocated in kind. It was a great night of fucking. When I got home the next day, Rick told me the boat was almost ready. He asked me if I wanted to go see it, and, of course, I did. I was amazed at the difference. I really couldn't tell much about the hull and that sort of thing, but the look inside and on deck was all new and really terrific. He had had a computer system installed so our guests could check their e-mail while we were out, if they wanted to, or even surf the Web. The system had full Internet access via satellite, and I had every reason to believe that would be a real plus. We'll have to advertise that, I thought. When we were standing on the lower deck, facing the water, Rick put his arms around me. "God, I love you. Do you know that?" "Yes, I do," I said, "and I love you, too," I replied. "Do you know that?" He responded by hugging me a little tighter. Then he did something that was a little out of the ordinary, considering the place and time. He reached down and started rubbing the bulge in my crotch. I was wearing regular jeans, instead of shorts. "Mmmmmm," I said. "Does that feel good," he asked. "Oh, yeaaaaaah." I was well on my way to a full boner when I said that. Rick didn't stop. In fact, he opened my fly and took my dick out. It was almost fully hard, but his touch made me stiffen up completely. He loved to play with my foreskin, and he started moving it back and forth over the head of my dick. He knew how to masturbate me in the way that I liked it best, and that's exactly what he did. Before I met Rick, I used to get myself off at least once every day; since Rick, though, I rarely did it. In fact, our sex life was all oral and anal, and I didn't even have to masturbate to come when he fucked me. What he was doing to me not only felt wonderful, it also added a little variety. "Is this feeling good," he asked. "You know it is, Babe. You're the best," I replied. "Just relax and enjoy, okay? This is just a little 'thank you' note for being my love." I was really touched by his saying that. It was almost like he wanted me to be the first person to experience pleasure on our newly remodeled boat. When I felt my orgasm growing in a few minutes, I decided not to hold back. I wanted to make cum for my guy, and, sure enough, I did. A lot of it. When I finished shooting, he held me to him tighter. "Do I get a turn," I asked. "Not now. Later. Just enjoy." Later that evening, Rick said the boat was ready for her "maiden" voyage as a remodeled craft. "Have you got anybody lined up," I asked. He told me the travel agent that generally booked our cruises had a group of six who would be in Key West on Sunday, which was only a couple of days away. "Is the boat fully ready," I asked. "Well, the upholsterer is supposed to bring over the last of his work tomorrow, so, yeah. I mean, we couldn't leave tonight, but we'll be able to leave by Sunday at noon." By then it was the first week of May, and Rick and I had been together almost five months. Our love for one another grew every day, it seemed, and I was eager to get back on the waves. That night, when we made love, I was like a man possessed. I did everything I knew to give Rick pleasure, and he responded to my every move, my every caress with every cell in his body. The next morning Rick and I had coffee and pastries on our deck, as usual. He had been up for some time when I dragged my sorry ass out of bed around ten, and I could tell he was in a kind of strange mood. "What's the matter, Babe," I asked him. "You aren't yourself this morning." I knew I hadn't done anything to cause him to be in a bad mood, so I figured something else must have happened. "Ah, shit," he said. "I will later, but I really don't have to right now." That brought a glimmer of a smile to his face. "It's the fucking boat. I went down and started the engine first thing this morning, and it threw a fucking rod. Now the whole fucking engine has to be rebuilt." I didn't know what to say. After a long pause, and with a very sympathetic face, I asked, "How long will that take?" "Probably a minimum of three weeks. It'll have to be towed up to Miami, and the work will have to be done there." "Will that cost a lot of money," I asked. Since we had just put up so much for our share of the resort, I thought maybe Rick was worried about the expense. "Well, yes and no. Our insurance will cover the cost of the work, but we won't be able to go out. We'll lose that much revenue." "Oh, man. I wish I knew what to say." "Well, this kind of shit happens. Let's just be glad we weren't in the middle of the Caribbean when it happened." His mood lightened a little when he said that. There was a long pause. We each poured ourselves another cup of coffee and lit cigarettes. I wanted to say something, but there wasn't anything for me to say. Finally, Rick broke the silence. "I thought you wanted to get tattooed. Today would be a good day, if you're still interested." "I've thought about that a good bit since we've been home. I've even been to a couple of tattoo parlors to check out designs." "And..." "And I've decided against one. That's your distinctive mark. In years to come, I want guys who go out with us to remember the 'guy with the tattoo' as somebody special. If we both have them, you won't be special." "Goddamn, Kevin. Don't you ever think of yourself before me?" "No." He chuckled a bit; then I said, "I love you. I always think of you first." I was dead serious. "Jesus Christ. You're going to make me fucking cry, boy, 'cause I know you mean it." He actually started to tear up a little, but he wiped the tears away quickly with his paper napkin. "Man." A pause. "You really do love me, don't you?" "No, sir, Mister Rick. I love your tattoo." "You asshole," he said, as he threw his napkin across the table at me. "I ought to fuck your sorry ass right here and now." "But you can't get it up? Is that the problem?" Ohhhhh, that really got to the devil in his soul. He stood up, jerked his cock a few times to make it fully hard, and approached my side of the table. Without saying a word, he threw me onto the table, raised my legs over his shoulders, spit on my ass a couple of times, and drove his hard-on home. He fucked me good and proper right there on our deck in broad daylight. We'd made love there before, but almost always at night, when people at the pool couldn't see us. That morning he attacked my hole with a vengence, and we had one of the wildest session we had had since we had first gotten together. Nick and Charlie had teased me about hearing us at night, but I'm sure they heard us that morning. When it was over, and we were both sane again from the lust that had overtaken us temporarily, Rick again broached the subject of my tattoo. "I never really thought about it that way," he said. "What are you talking about," I asked. His abstract-random thought processes always confused me, and that morning, at that particular moment, he was as random as I had ever known him to be. "The tattoo." "Rick, Babe, you're being just a little random right now. Can you help me to understand what the _fuck_ you're talking about?" "Fuck you," he said. This was all teasing, of course. "Jesus, Rick, again?" He had to laugh at that, and so did I. "I was thinking about what you said before about my tattoo being my special mark. You're right. I was also thinking about what could be your special mark." "Okay," I said, non-commitally. "I was just wondering if you'd like to get a P.A." "You mean get my cock pierced?" "Yeah. Does that gross you out?" "Not at all, man. In fact, a guy I work out with at the gym has one, and he told me it's really cool for sex. He said his moves around during anal sex, when he's inside a guy, and the other guy can play with it with his tongue during oral sex, and that's wild, too." "It's great for the bottom guy, too," he said. "Yeah, I know." "How? Did you have sex with him?" I hung my head in shame. Usually, I told Rick about any sexual encounters I had the day they happened, but I had forgotten to tell him about that one. "Yes," I whispered. "What the fuck is this shit all about? Why are you acting like you're guilty of murder or something?" "'Cause I forgot to tell you about it." "Kevin, how many times have we been over this? You are a gay man in a very sexually charged environment. I expect you to have sex with other guys. In fact, I want you to, so you can learn from them. Not that you have a lot to learn, but you never can tell." "Well, it's just that I've always told you the day anything happened with another guy, and I feel kind of bad for not telling you about it." "Tell me about it now." "Okay," I said eagerly. "I will. "For a couple of weeks, a guy with a P.A. and I had been spotting each other at the gym. Every time I looked up from the bench, I saw his cock with that ring in it. "Finally, one day I worked up the nerve to ask him about it. "He told me that it didn't hurt all that much to get it and that it really made a difference in sex. "I asked him who it made the difference for, and he said both guys. "After we worked out, we showered off, and he asked me if I wanted to take a steam bath. I did, so we went into the steamroom together. He locked the door as we went in, which is supposed to be a sign the guy wants sex with you. "Well, one thing kind of led to another, and he fucked me. And it was wild. I loved it. Not like with you, of course, but I could see what he meant about his P.A. giving new and unusual pleasure to his partner, who happened to be me." He was quiet for a minute. Then he said, "I've been fucked by a guy with a P.A. A couple of guys, in fact, and I know what you mean." "Do you want me to get one," I asked. I was ready to do anything he said. "Kevin, it's your body, man. If you got one, it wouldn't make me sad, that's for sure. But I want you to get one only if you want one." "Brett, the guy at the gym, told me it took about three weeks to heal. No sex during that time." "No sex, or no anal sex?" "Well, I guess really no anal with me on top." "And did he know about saliva therapy?" "I don't know," I said. "I didn't think to ask him." I could tell that Rick really wanted me to get a P.A. piercing, and I wanted one for myself, too. I knew it would enhance anal sex, when I was on top, and I suspected it would make oral sex better for me, too. After a longish pause, I said, "Brett told me he got his at the Hole in One shop. Do you know that place?" Rick grinned. "The guy who runs that place is a friend of mine. He's the best." "Would you call him up for me," I asked. Rick really grinned when I said that. "I take it you want one." "Yeah, I do. I think they look really cool, and I'm willing." "You know they're reversible, don't you?" "What do you mean by 'reversible'?" "If you take the ring out, the hole will grow back together. Or you can get a doctor to stitch it back together. It isn't a life-long commitment." "Even better," I said. "Call him." That afternoon, Rick went with me to the piercing studio. I wasn't really scared, but I wanted him there with me for support. The guy who ran the place, Willis, greeted Rick warmly. "So, you want a Prince Albert, right," he asked me after we had shaken hands. "Yeah, I do." "Well, I've done a million of them, and I even wear one myself. See?" He undid his fly and took his cock out. He was uncut, too, and the ring made his foreskin flare out. He pulled his skin back and forth a few times to demonstrate that it wasn't constricted by the ring. "That looks hot, doesn't it," Rick asked. "It damn sure does," I said. "Have you ever had a piercing," Willis asked me. "My nipples," I said. "Great, so you kind of know what to expect. This won't be as painful as those nipples were, I'll bet. Hell, y'all can be fucking tonight, if you want to. Just wear a condom, Kevin, to avoid getting any of this rascal's shit in the wound." "What about pissing," I asked. "Let me show you how I do it," Willis said. "A lot of guys complain about splashing all over the place when they piss standing up, but I don't. And you won't either, if you do it this way." He got what looked like a glass beaker that you'd find in a chemistry lab from a shelf and set it on a chair. "Get down close so you can see how I do this. You see this little incision where the ring comes out? That's coming out of your urethra, which is the tube that carries piss and cum out of your body. I always pull back my skin to piss, and I kind of hold my index finger on the hole to keep the piss from spraying out." He demonstrated, and, sure enough, there wasn't any spray from the bottom of his dick. "It takes a few days of practice, but you can get it down, just as I have. You can also turn your cock upside down to piss. A lot of guys do it that way." "Cool," I said, for lack of any better response. "Are you ready to get started?" "Sure," I said. He led me into a room that looked as sanitary as an operating room. He washed his hands very carefully and then put on very tight latex gloves. He told me to take off all my clothes, which I did. "Get up on that table, Kevin. That's quite a cock you've got on you, son, and I see you're sporting skin, just like me." I did as he said, but I didn't reply to his compliment. I was kind of nervous. Willis noticed. "Relax, dude. This ain't going to be bad, believe me." "Yes, sir," I said, reverting to my automatic response from childhood. Willis didn't respond. "There are a couple of ways to do this. You can let me estimate how big a ring you need, or you can let this guy get you hard and let me take an exact measurement. I recommend the second method." "Why does the size of the ring matter," Rick asked. "Well, if this guy's hard-on is as big as I think it is, a ring that's even a little bit small will pinch the hell out of him when he gets hard. You mind getting hard in front of me?" "No, I don't mind. It's not like Rick's the only guy who's seen me hard." "Rick, work your magic, man. Pump this fucker up." Rick came over to me and picked up my cock. He pulled the skin back and popped it into his mouth. In just a few seconds, my hard-on appeared. "Now don't come until I measure you," Willis reminded us. Rick pulled off me. "Is that as big as it gets," Willis asked. "Yeah, pretty much," I said. Willis got a set of calipers. Then he grabbed my cock at the base, squeezed it tight, and pushed as much blood as he could up to the head. The head got noticably bigger. He lessened his grip and stroked me a few times the way an uncut guy strokes himself. I was amazed when he squeezed tight again and it got even bigger than it had been before. Then he applied the calipers and took his measurement. "Finish him off, Rick. He can't be hard for me to work." Willis left the room, and Rick got busy sucking me off. I fiddled with my nipples while he sucked me, and I came fast and very hard. "Wow," I said. Often my cock stays fully hard after I come, but that time it didn't. When Willis came back into the room with a ring, I was completely soft, but cum was oozing out onto my stomach. "I want you to take a piss to clear the cum out of your urethra." He handed me a beaker like the one he had used, and I pissed into it. I was surprised at the amount I produced because I really didn't think I had to piss. "Okay, lie back." He didn't really tell me what he was doing, but he shoved a Qtip with something wet on it into my cock. It immediately felt numb. Then he washed my cock really well. I didn't get hard, though, no doubt because it was numb. He pushed my foreskin all the way back and taped it in place. I closed my eyes and didn't watch, but I could feel pressure inside and outside of my cock. It didn't hurt in the least, but I figured he was doing what he had to do. "Okay, that's it," Willis said. "That's it? That's all there is to it?" I was surprised, and I'm sure I sounded that way. "Take a look." Willis helped me up and walked me to a full-length mirror. "Damn," I said. "I can't believe it." I turned to Rick. "You like?" "Oh, Babe. I'm popping wood just looking at you. I fucking love it. Push your skin all the way down so we can see how it looks that way. I did as Rick requested, and the effect was awesome. Willis had a real look of pride on his face at a job well done. "I thought it would bleed," I said. "Most guys bleed a little, but some never see a drop of blood. You might bleed a little the next time you get hard, but it'll only last a day or two. Don't play with it too much for the next couple of days, though, just to be on the safe side." I put my clothes on and the effect was unbelievable. I wasn't usually aware of my cock unless it was hard, but the ring really made me aware of it. When I walked, it only made the sensation feel better. I knew I was really going to enjoy this. We went back to the outer room and sat at Willis' desk. He explained how to clean it, how I should drink lots of water to make myself piss more, how I should care for it when we had sex, and a few other things. He told me to come back in three or four days for him to check it. He seemed to think I'd be ready for a lower gauge shortly. "What does that mean," I asked. "The gauge refers to the thickness of the ring. I put an 8 gauge in you, but I think you'll be ready to move down to a four. That's when the sex really gets good. You're probably ready to change out those nipple rings for a lower gauge, too. I'll check you out for that when you come back in--if you want me to, that is." "Sure. What about Rick?" Willis got kind of a puzzled look on his face. "Rick's nipples are pierced, too. Maybe he's ready for a lower gauge, too." "Damn, I forgot about you, Rick. Come in with Kevin, and I'll check both of you guys out." I put the cost of the procedure on my credit card, and Rick and I left. On the way home, I felt the anesthetic wear off, but there was no pain. Once we got home, I drank a couple of full glasses of water. Apparently, piss had a healing effect on it, and I wanted it healed as fully and quickly as possible. I took my clothes off so I could admire it. Rick stripped, too, and he got hard. Seeing him hard made me get hard, and I thought that would cause it to bleed. I waited, but it didn't. I fiddled with the ring a little bit, and it sent shock waves up my dick and into my balls. "Ohhhhhhh," I moaned. "Did that hurt," Rick asked solicitously. "No, man. Just the opposite. The feeling was indescribably good. I can't wait to fuck you." "I think we'd better wait, though, don't you," he said. "The last thing I want is my baby's dick to be in trouble." "Okay, but I still can't wait." "You horn-dog," he said, grinning. I sat down and clicked on the TV set. In a little while, I was dozing. After a little while, my hard-on went down, and I fell asleep. I had no idea how long I had slept, but I awakened with a start. There was a terrible pain in my bladder, and I had to piss something fierce. I remembered my new P.A. and decided not to risk using the toilet for fear of spraying all over the place. Instead, I went out onto the deck, where Rick was reading, and started pissing over the edge. He jumped up to watch me piss. To my great surprise, there was a little seepage from under my cock, but nothing more. It burned a little at first, but not much. The burning sensation went away pretty quickly, and I pumped out a stream that must have gone ten feet into the yard. I shook off really carefully, and turned to face my man. "Did you get a good nap," he asked. "Yeah. I don't know why I was so tired. How long did I sleep?" "About two hours. Any bleeding?" I hadn't noticed any. Rick got down in front of me to check me out, and he assured me there was no blood. "Well, you survived your first hard-on and your first piss without bleeding. Willis must have done a really good job." "Yeah," I said. "But will I survive my first come?" "Are you ready to try that?" "I think so, but I want you to jerk me off onto something so I can see if there's any blood in my cum. Are you up for that?" "No, but I'll bet you can get me up in about twenty seconds," he said, playing on my use of the word "up." I took his dick into my hand and started playing with it. He was right. He got hard in about twenty seconds. Then he positioned himself behind me, one hand on my cock and the other arm draped across my chest so he could reach my right nipple. He started working both at the same time, and I got hard immediately. He positioned his own erection between the cheeks of my ass, and he humped me in the same rhythm he jerked my cock and diddled my nipple. It was amazingly good. He was careful not to put too much pressure on my dick on his forward strokes, but he rubbed my foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock like I had taught him to do. I felt the slight tug when he got to the end and hit the ring, and, every time he touched it, an electrical charge went through me. "I'm not gonna last long," I said. "That's okay. This is an experiment, remember. Just gimme that hot boy juice of yours, blood-free, of course." "Boy juice? You've been reading porn on the Internet again, haven't you?" "Yeaaaaaah, I have," he said in a low, seductive voice. "I want your sperm flying out. I want to feel you pumping out your bull gravy, your hot fucking cum." He licked my ear gently from behind. His chatter was turning me on pretty seriously, and, in a few seconds, I felt my orgasm start. I decided not to shoot cum on that first one. I was having too much fun, and I knew he wasn't really close to coming yet. I had a pretty hard orgasm, and, when I looked down, there was no blood. "Did you shoot," Rick asked me. He couldn't really see whether I had from the position he was in, but he obviously could tell I had orgasmed. "This is an experiment, remember. There's still no blood." He kept pumin' and humpin', and, pretty soon, I felt the urge to climax again. "I'm there, Kevin, so if you're waiting for me, wait no longer, Babe." I felt his dick spasm in my crack, and I spasmed internally. I shot a huge load onto the newspaper he had set out on the table, and, at first glance, there was still no blood. After we came, we separated, and he licked his own cum off my back and ass. We sat down in deck chairs and lit up smokes. That had been my first one in several hours, and it tasted wonderful. "So, what have you been doing while I've been asleep," I asked. "Out here reading all that time?" "Actually, I just came out about fifteen minutes ago. I've been on the Web, searching for information about Prince Albert piercings." "What'd you find out?" "Well, do you know why they're called that? Prince Alberts, I mean?" "No. Why?" "Well, it seems that this dude Prince Albert was married to Queen Victoria of England in the eighteen hundreds. It was fashionable for men to wear really super-tight pants, and they didn't want their cocks to show. So, they had the piercing, and the tailor would put a little hook someplace high up in the front of the pants. They hooked their dicks to the little hook, and they didn't show." I laughed at the seriousness with which he was teaching me. "What the fuck are you laughing at? That's true." "I'm laughing 'cause you're so fucking cute and you delight every cell in my body. I'm not laughing at what you said. I believe you. What else did you learn?" "Well, piss really does help it to heal. Piss is sterile, apparently, after it's purified by the kidneys, and it washes off germs and shit that might get inside the cut." "Speaking of which," I said, "I should drink some more water." I didn't say that for him to wait on me, but he jumped up and came back with a pitcher of ice water and a glass in no time. I poured a glassful and drank it down. That glassful was cool but not really cold. I poured a second glass, but I just kind of nursed it because that one was really too cold to swallow all at once. "Another thing I learned is that salt water, especially warm-to-hot salt water is good for it." Before I could say anything, he was up again. In a minute, he was back with another glass, this time of hot water with salt in it. He made me stick my dick into the glass, and felt like a complete idiot sitting there holding my cock in a glass of hot salt water. It tingled a little, but it didn't really burn like I thought it would. The combination of the water I had drunk earlier, the water I had just drunk, and having my dick in water made me have to piss again. I set the salt water glass down and got up to piss off the end of the deck. Once again, I didn't hold the hole, as Willis had shown me, and once again it burned for only a few seconds right when I started to piss. Again, though, there was no blood. The head of my cock was a little sensitive when I touched it, but it wasn't anything I could truthfully describe as pain. Since it was early May, the days were much longer than they had been when I had first moved to Key West back in January. I was starting to get really hungry. "What time is it," I asked. "Damn, it's almost seven o'clock. Are you hungry?" "Very," I said. I hadn't eaten much for lunch because I had been a little nervous, but that was all behind me by then. I wanted food. "Let's go to the Golden Corral," I said. That was an all-you-can-eat buffet, and they had real mashed potatoes, real roast, real everything. Rick agreed with my choice, and we got dressed to go out. "Do you have any condoms," I asked him. "No. Do you want to stop for some?" "Do you want me to fuck you tonight?" He laughed, and a drugstore was our first stop. We bought a dozen-pack. I didn't know if that would be enough for my healing period, but it would certainly be enough for that night. We could always buy more the next day, if we needed to. When I said that to Rick, he said, "Yeah. Right." Then he chuckled. We had a really nice dinner. I loaded my plate three times, and Rick marvelled at how much I could eat. I reminded him I hadn't had much lunch because of my nervousness, and he assured me he didn't give a shit if I ate out the whole place. "Besides, I'm a growing boy," I said. He looked at me really funny. "What?" I couldn't imagine what I had said to elicit that kind of response. "Nothing," he said. "What did I say that caused that look," I demanded. "You said you're a growing boy, and the other day I thought I noticed you had grown a little since we've been together. That's all." "I meant it as a joke, but I think I've grown, too. I'm still not past the growing stage of my life. They say your cock can grow until you're twenty-one. You can grow in height until then, too." "Today at Willis', your cock looked bigger to me than I thought it was. And you seem to be a little bit taller, too." "You've seen my cock a thousand times, man." "I know, but not from the perspective I had on it today. Also, when I see you hard, I have other things on my mind than its size." He grinned when he said that. "I understand that. For example, I hadn't realized yours had been shrinking until I saw you hard in the bathroom the other day." "Goddamn you, Kevin. You always get me, and I can never get you." He laughed hard at what I had said. He also put his bare foot against my groin and started rubbing it. "That feels so good, I think I'm going to skip dessert," I said. "And I really wanted some of that banana pudding. Oh, the sacrifices I have to make for you." He jumped up like his pants were on fire and rushed over to the dessert bar. He was back in a minute or two with two huge bowls of banana pudding. I dove right in, and it was just as good as it looked. Rick wasn't touching his. "I'd like to rub that all over your banana and eat it that way," he said. I paused in my pig-a-thon to look at him. He grinned at me, and I grinned back. "Get it to go, I said." We both drank coffee and smoked cigarettes after that heavy meal, and I felt satisfied but not completely stuffed, as I sometimes do when I eat like a hog. Rick actually asked the waitress for a "go box," and she obliged. I wondered what the rest of the evening would hold. When we got home, I drank another two big glasses of water. I had pissed like six times since the piercing that afternoon, and, with each piss, the burning got less and less. That last time, there wasn't any burning at all. There was a little bit of leakage from the underside of my cock, but I did what Willis had told me to do and that cut it off. We wasted no time in getting ready for bed. I showered and washed my cock piercing really well. I moved the ring around, and it seemed to move very freely. Willis had told me that I could gauge the healing by the amount of movement I could do. As the wound healed, it made the opening bigger, and that appeared to be what was happening. After my shower, I got into bed with Rick. He was very horny, and we kissed and caressed and sucked one another's bodies all over for a long time. I went down on his ass and tongued it for a while. He opened to my tongue like the veteran he was, and I knew he was ready for me. He helped me get the condom on, and then he lubed me up with KY. We didn't usually use that, or any other lube, but I was wearing an unlubricated condom, so we both thought we needed something. Pushing into him was a new sensation. The PA ring pushed into my penis in a way I had never felt before, and the sensation was incredible for me. "How're you doing, Babe," I asked. "Mmmmmmmm," was his response. I took that to mean he was doing just fine. I got the head of my cock inside him, and I aimed it for his prostate. Apparently, the ring in my dick really hit home, and he started bucking and fucking me fast and hard. I barely had a chance to thrust into him. I guessed that meant he was liking it pretty much. I felt sensations I never knew existed in my cock, and, within minutes, we both came. I didn't hold back that time but delivered a full load into the condom. We both stayed hard, so I continued fucking him, that time more like a regular fuck. It took us another five or so minutes to reach climax, and we both blasted our cum into our respective places--me into the condom, him onto his chest. Pulling out of him was pretty pleasurable, too, even though I was mostly soft by then. I pulled the condom off, grimmacing when it got caught in some of the hair that grew down my dick from my pubes, but I noticed there was no blood. After we had recovered from the experience, we lit cigarettes and talked. "Goddamn, Kevin. When that ring of yours raked over my sweet spot, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. Was it good for you." "Naw. Just about three times as good a usual. Nothing to write home about." "You are such a fucking asshole. Why do I put up with you?" "Because you love me? and I'm cute? and I make you happy? and I make you laugh? and I'm very good looking? and, oh, because you love me?" "You're right, and I ought to bite that right tit right off your chest." As we were luxuriating in the afterglow of fabulous sex, the phone rang. We let the answering machine pick up the call, and it was from my older sister. She was pretty frantic-sounding, and she wanted me to call her as soon as possible. "I'd better call," I said to Rick. We hadn't even finished our cigarettes when the message came through. "Yeah, I think you'd better." I called Susan's number, and she answered it on the first ring. "Hey, it's me. Kevin." "Oh, my God." That's all she said. "What's up? Why are you acting like this?" "I'm not acting, Kevin. It's a disaster." "What is?" "Mom filed for divorce today." "What?!" "You heard me right. She filed for divorce today. Dad's devastated. I've been on the phone with him for two hours, and he just can't understand." "What the fuck's going on? Why'd she do it?" "She's got another man. Thirty years of marriage went down the tubes today." "And you say Dad's real upset?" "Wouldn't you be, Kevin? She was his life. They were partners in every sense of the word." "Have you talked to her? Have you heard her side of it," I asked. "No. And I don't want to right now. She has crushed the sweetest, dearest man in the world, and I don't think I can talk to the bitch rationally." "Susan, please calm down." I could sense she was getting hysterical. "Does Catherine know?" "Yes, I called her an hour ago." "What was her read?" "The same as mine. Our mother is a fucking bitch." "Now, wait a minute. There are always two sides of a story. She's never been a bitch to me. In fact, she and Dad were great when I came out to them." "Came out?" "You don't know I'm gay?" There was an incredibly long pause. I thought she had fainted or something. "Gay?" "Yeah, Susan, I'm gay, and my lover is Rick." "Rick who?" "Rick Walsingham. Our ex-step-uncle. He's my lover." After another long pause she said, "I'll call you back later. Maybe tomorrow. Good night." Before I could respond, she had hung up the phone. Jesus Christ. What a fucking day that had been. First, I had gotten my dick pierced; then, I found out my mom had a lover and had filed for divorce; then, I came out to my sister and she freaked. I was stunned. I was numb. I was--hell, I didn't know what the fuck I was. Rick had gotten out of bed to take a leak and to get us each a scotch. When he came back into the room, he knew I was shaken. He put the drinks down and came over to me. "What's the matter, Babe," he asked in his kindest, most sincere tone of voice. I explained the call. "Holy fucking shit!" I just stood there looking at him. My cock was still oozing cum, and it was starting to drip onto the carpet. "Call your dad. He needs to hear from you." "Let me calm down first. I can't talk to him right now." Rick moved me into the living room and handed me my drink. He also lit a cigarette for me and gave me that as well. "Jesus, what a day," I said. He put his arm around me and petted me. When he did that, I started to cry. He didn't say a word, but he held me in a way that made me know what love really meant. When I had finished crying, and my cigarette had gone out in the ashtray on the coffee table, I finally said, "Rick, why am I so upset? I've known they haven't been the perfect happy couple for years. I used to hear whispered rumors at school or at parties I went to." "Shiiiiit!" "I know. There were rumors about him and Uncle Stan, which I just wrote off as bullshit, but there were also rumors about my mom and other men." "Jesus Christ, Kevin, I don't know what to say, man." "You don't have to say anything. A few minutes ago you communicated to me all you'll ever have to say." "What'd I say," he asked, genuinely puzzled. "When you held me, I think I knew, really knew, what love means. I know you love me, and that's enough." "Well, you're right on that score. Dead right." "I know." I rested my head against his shoulder and must have gone to sleep. He also must have carried me or walked me to bed while I was still sleeping because, the next morning, I woke up spooned into him in our bed. "Did you just wake up," he asked in a whisper, presumably because he didn't want to wake me up if I hadn't awakened. "Yeah," I said. "Are you ready to get up?" "This feels so good, man, I don't know that I'll ever be ready. Of course, I may flood the bed with piss if I don't, so maybe I'd better." We got up together and made the bed. That was a rule and a ritual: we always made the bed when we got up. My cock was rock hard from having to piss, and I remembered my PA all of a sudden. I looked down at it, and there still wasn't any blood. It was kind of crusty with my cum from the night before and with whatever the clear shit is that healing wounds exude. "It looks like you need a shower," Rick said. "Yeah. Come on," I said. "No. Take one by yourself. I've already had my shower." I felt his face, and it was smooth, so I knew he wasn't lying. He had showered and shaved, and then gotten back in bed with me. God, I loved that boy. "Meet me on the deck for coffee when you're done," he said. I didn't reply. Instead, I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and got in. I started pissing the instant the warm water hit me, and the relief was intense. I bathed myself and shaved, trying not to think about the phone call from my sister the night before. Once dried and combed, I went out to greet Rick. He handed me a cup of coffee as I sat at the table on our deck. I took a couple of sips and lit up a smoke before I said anything. "Well, yesterday was quite a day, wasn't it?" "I'll say," he agreed. "How are you feeling?" "Physically, never better. Emotionally, kind of drained." Then, after a pause, I said, "Thank you for being you." He touched my face from across the table, and that was all the reassurance I needed. We lolled about on the deck for a long time, drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes, and eating the frozen sweet rolls Rick baked for us. "I want to call my dad," I finally said. Rick got the chordless phone for me. As late as it was, I knew he would be at the office. Plus, I didn't have a clue if he was at our house still, or not. The switchboard operator answered, and I asked to speak to George Maxwell. She put me through to his secretary. "Irene, it's me, Kevin. Can I speak to my dad, please." There was an unusual pause on her end. "He's not here, Kevin." "Do you know where he is? Do you have the number? This is kind of important." "I know it's important, Kevin, but I really don't know how to contact him. And your mother is out today, too." "Does Brenda know how to get in touch with her," I asked. Brenda was my mom's secretary. "No, I'm afraid she doesn't. Susan and Catherine have both called this morning, and I had to tell them the same thing. This is embarrassing, but we really don't know how to reach either one of them." "Is my Uncle Stan there," I asked. "Yeah, he's here. Let me transfer you." Irene put me through to Deena, Uncle Stan's secretary. I had known all these people virtually all my life, and they knew me. "Deena, this is Kevin. Can I speak to my Uncle Stan." "Oh, hi, Kevin. Long time, no hear--or see. Sure. Hold a second." When she said that, I felt a little embarrassed about being so abrupt with her and the other women I had spoken with. I had been raised much better than that, but that morning I wasn't thinking right. She transferred me to Uncle Stan. "How's my man," Stan said immediately. "Not so fucking good, Uncle Stan," I said. "So you've heard?" "Yes, sir, Susan called me last night. And on top of the news about Mom and Dad, I came out to her. I assumed she knew about Rick and me, but apparently she didn't. She freaked. "She'll get over it," he said. "Everybody is pretty testy right now." "Do you know where either one of them is," I asked. "I know where your dad is. He's at my place at the beach. I really don't know where your mom is." "Is there a phone number where I can reach him?" He gave me the number of his beach house. "Can you tell me what the hell is going on with those two," I asked. "Kevin, there's been trouble between them for several years. I thought you were aware of that." "Well, sort of vaguely aware of it, I guess, but they never fought in front of me. There was a kind of coldness sometimes, but I just figured one or the other of them was in a bad mood." "You mom has been seeing somebody for over a year, and she's finally decided to leave your dad and marry the man. George is devastated, of course, even though he had strong suspicions about her affair." "Do I know the guy?" "No. He's a highly respected surgeon in Atlanta. I have no idea how they met or anything, but Debbie has had to spend a lot of time in Atlanta in the last year on legitimate business for us. I'm sure that's given them plenty of opportunities to be together." "What about all that family togetherness shit at Christmas? Was that all an act?" "Basically, I think that's exactly what it was. That was the first time the whole family had been together, including Rick, in years, and they managed to get through it for the family's sake." "What about their trip to New York the day after Christmas?" "There's a story, there, too. You know, you always have to fly into Atlanta when you go almost anywhere from Panama City. Well, your dad lost your mom in the Atlanta airport. They had a tight connection, and she disappeared into a ladies' room. He heard the final boarding call, but she wasn't around. He went ahead and got on the plane, assuming she would join him in a few minutes. Well, she didn't." "Damn." "Yeah, and it gets worse. He assumed she'd be on the next flight to New York, but she never showed up. He tried calling her at home, but, of course, she wasn't there. Evidently, she stayed in Atlanta with her doctor friend." I was silent for a few moments. "Kevin? Are you still there?" "Yes, sir. I just can't believe it." "Well, I'm afraid it's true." A terrible sadness came over me at that moment, and I think I communicated that to Uncle Stan through my sighs. "Is Rick there, Kevin?" "Yes, sir, he's here. Thank God." "May I speak to him, please?" "Sure. Hold on." As I was handing the phone to Rick, I said, "He wants to talk to you." When Rick took the phone, I got up and walked to the edge of our deck. I was too far away to hear what Rick was saying, and I was too caught up in my own thoughts to really care. It had sounded from what Stan said that the divorce was a done deal. I loved both of my parents, and I wanted both of them to be happy. It seemed so unfair that my mother would start a happy new life and leave my dad in misery. After about ten minutes, maybe less, maybe more, Rick called to me. "Stan wants to talk to you again." I took the phone. "I'm here," I said. "Kevin, I know you're pretty upset right now, but you'll work through this." "Yes, sir," I said. Then, "Do you think the timing had anything to do with me," I asked. "You mean your coming out to them? No. Of course not." "No. I meant my leaving home. Had they stayed together too long because of me?" There was a long pause. "Son, you are wise beyond your years. I think that's exactly what happened. But that's not your fault. You got the hell out of Dodge the first minute you could have. It was their decision to do what they did. Your dad suspected this was coming, but that doesn't make it any easier." "Thanks for everything, Uncle Stan. I need to call my dad now." "Talk to Rick first, okay. Wait a little while before you call him." "Okay. But I know he's hurtin', and I want to comfort him." "You will, Kevin." "When will the divorce be final," I asked. "Well, it's kind of complicated because of the business. Your parents and I are three equal partners, and we're in negotiations right now about how to handle the business. Your dad and I will buy your mom out, but we're working on the terms of the settlement. The lawyers are getting rich, of course, and we're getting poorer." "Well, I'm probably going to call you from time to time, okay? Do you think it could be weeks or months or years, or what?" "Oh, more like weeks. Maybe even less. But you call me any time you want to. You have my home number, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Okay. Well, talk to Rick, and then call your dad. I love you, Kevin." "I love you, too, Uncle Stan." "I thought we agreed at Christmas you'd call me just plain Stan." I teared up when he said that, and I knew he could tell. "I will, but not now. Right now, you're my uncle. 'Bye." I pushed the button to break the connection and set the phone down on the table. Then I sobbed. Rick had seen me cry several times before, but they were always tears of joy or tears of relief. My tears that day were genuinely tears of sorrow. Rick nurtured me like the real lover he was, and he helped me get myself under control. "I don't know why I'm this upset," I said. "Evidently, they haven't been happy together for a long time. I want my parents to be happy, but I never thought of them apart from one another." "I know. Cry as much as you want to, Babe. I'll always be here." I nestled in Rick's arms in one of the big lounge chairs we had on the deck. We were both naked, as we usually were at home, and his skin really felt good against my skin. It felt comforting, safe, reassuring. "What did you and Stan talk about," I asked, after a long silence. "Let's sit up. You're making my arm numb." I got up and sat in a chair opposite him. I lit a cigarette, and he lit up, too. "He wanted me to tell you that your mom's decision to have an affair with another man isn't all her fault." I didn't know what was coming, but I sensed it. Rick was going to tell me my dad was gay. "He's fooled around, too," I asked. "Yeah. And with guys." I didn't respond. I just looked at Rick. "Are you okay?" "I'm okay," I said. "I suspected that's what you were going to tell me." "Really? Why's that?" "The way he reacted when I came out to him. I point-blank asked him if he and Stan had ever fooled around, and he told me that a person's sex life, including my own, was his private business. I sort of knew right then that they had." "He's with Stan right now. Stan loves George at least as much as I love you, and that's going some." That didn't surprise me, either. In fact, I was glad it was Stan he was with, instead of some guy I'd never met or cared about. I loved Stan, and I was glad he and Dad had come to terms with how they felt about one another. "Did you ever see the show 'My Two Dads'," I asked. "I don't think so," Rick responded. "Well, it was about a little girl whose mother had died and two guys who could have been her father were raising her. That's kind of how I feel right now. I've got two dads--my dad and Stan." "You're not upset about that?" "Hell, I've loved Uncle Stan all my life. He's always been a part of my family. Much more than you have, until Christmas, of course, when you became my family." Rick kissed my forehead when I said that. "Naw. I actually feel better, now. I thought Dad was hurting at the core of his being, but I guess Stan has taken care of that for him. And thank God he has." After a short while, I called my dad. We talked for over an hour, and the business about Stan and how I felt about him all came out. I ended that conversation realizing that Dad was okay, and that put an end to my grief over the divorce. My mother called me three or four days later, and I told her I supported her and Dad equally. I wasn't about to take sides. I still loved both of them as much as I ever had, and I wanted both of them to be happy. "Kevin, thank you so much for saying that, she said. I just wish your sisters would talk to me and hear my side of the matter." "They'll come around soon, Mom," I said. "God, I hope so. At least I have my little man on my side." I chuckled when she said that. When I was a little kid, she always referred to my penis as my "little man." I thought of that then. "Just work out the financial stuff, will you? Make it a clean, clear break." "Son, you're amazing. That's exactly what we both want. In fact, yesterday I accepted their offer. It's a done deal." I don't know how my parents worked it all out with my sisters. The two of them were very close to one another, and they had always been a team that really hadn't included me. I spoke to Susan again right before our next trip out, and she seemed to be a lot more reconciled with it all. I'm not sure she understood or accepted my relationship with Rick or my dad's with Stan, but she wasn't hostile. I guess she wrote them both off as mysteries she would never comprehend.