Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2023 21:28:52 -0600 From: Bill Baker Subject: Brian's-Tale, Rescue Service, Chapter 2, Gay Adult-Youth Reader Warning; This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... boatsonbill@gmail.com Last Time After high school, seeing as I was already 18, I joined the Rescue service with out needing my parent's permission, much to the disapproval of our Fishing family elders. I was so impressed with the crew of the rescue cutter I was rescued by, in my mind that is what I was destined to do. It seems the family thought, once a fisherman always a fisherman... and sold my Alaska fishing license with out even telling me. Chapter #2 Rescue service. I turned 19 a month after reporting to my first assignment; after 12 weeks of bootcamp in California, I was sent to the Tillamook/Garibaldie surf and rescue station. We had a 17-foot Boston wailer, a 22-foot experimental bar tender, both on their own trailers. Then a 36-foot wooden self-righting motor surf boat, kept in the old boathouse on its launch ramp; an all steel 40-foot utility boat, and a new 44-foot self-righting motor surf boat, both moored at the covered boathouse. Two bars to patrol, the bay bar and the river bar, both nasty as they come. The summer season for us, starting in early May, I was assigned to the Nehailem river bar with the 36-footer and the 22-foot experimental bartender. [ The service was looking for a smaller, faster light weight rescue boat, so several designs were being tested, we happened to have this one for the summer to use and test.] During that first month I became familiar with both the 36 and the 22 foot bartender. The station Xo found out I had a talent driving the bar tender. He showed me how to run a bar even under hazerdous conditions. Having spent so much time at sea on commercial fishing boats I knew how to read the ocean; many times I would see a big breaker building before even our station chief would see it. Early on the first Friday of June the river bar was kicking up something terrible but as usual the locals were running the bar to check their crab pots. A 28-foot bow rider outboard was on the way out of the river bar with an adult male at the helm and a long-haired kid riding in the bow. Somehow a wave violently slapped the starboard side of the hull, ejecting the man from the boat, who tried to hang on as best as he could. He ended up pulling the wheel hard over making the boat continue running in a tight circle, at full speed, circling him, in an ever-shrinking circle. We were monitoring the bar in the bartender, and saw the operator thrown from the boat but by the time we arrived to rescue him he had been run over twice slicing him with the spinning prop, cutting his right-hand fingers off cleanly on the first pass, he had managed to push himself under the boat as it passed over him before the spinning prop took his right hand fingers. On the second pass he tried to push himself under the boat again but we saw his right-hand, a bloody stub slid up the boats hull, the boats out board prop severely lacerating him from chest to his right knee, the second time it hit him. Once on scene we tried to get the kid in the bow to go back to the controls and shut the boat down, but she was a terrified skinny little kid of about 8 years or so, unable to move from her spot, as the boat was being thrown wildly about by the high-speed turn and the waves from the bar. Just before the man was going to be hit again, we decided to nudge the boat, with ours, as it went by to try and move the boat away from him. It worked but as we hauled him onboard, we saw that we had split the entire port seam of our plywood constructed bartender open to the sea and we were taking on water. The 36-footer was on her way to the accident site so we decided to get him to the docks before our boat sank as well. I was quickly dropped off on to the 36-footer to help save the kid while the boatswain ran the bartender strait up the concrete launch ramp at full speed, stopping next to the ambulance. As the 36-footer approached the still out of control 28-foot boat with the kid still in the bow, a mid-sized breaker flipped the boat upside down stopping the circular momentum of the boat. Moments later we arrived at the overturned boat, we were unable to locate the kid. The out-board motor had drowned its self out so only the waves and shouts from the shore and jetty could be heard. We tried to secure the overturned boat with a grappling hook at the end of a line, the 36-footer trying to tow it away from the rocky jetty. After the grappling hook slipped off the boat, for a second time, I was told to grab a life jacket and a swimmer's harness, swim to the boat and secure a new line to the gunnel or eye ring with the big snap ring attached to the lines tow end, to help turn the boat over so we could pull it to the shore. All the while, we were looking for the kid but she had not been seen. As I approached the craft, I thought I heard the kid screaming its head off, inside the overturned boat. I shouted to the rescue boat the kids inside the overturned boat so the Boatswain said, secure the tow line to the eye ring, then go get her. I tried to dive under the boat, once I attached the snap hook onto the bow eye on the boat, but the kapok life jacket refused to let me go underwater, so I took it off grabbing the safety line as I went under the boat. Using my mini-mag light in the dark, there in the bow in a small pocket of air was the kid, her long hair tangled over her face. I shined the light into her freighted eyes saying let go of that rail so we can get out of here, she shook his head no, you have to let go so we can get out of here I said; but the kid would not let go. I reached for her but my hand got tangled in her long hair. With little time to think I slapped her in the face, trying to get her to let go and after two slaps she did for just long enough for me to pull her to me but she was stuck. Using the light, I saw her shorts were snagged on something so I pulled her free tearing her shorts mostly off, showing a flash of bright orange unders, then I pulled her out from under the boat. The crew was pulling my safety line as hard as they could but the waves and current were too strong so I unclipped the swimmer's line from me and put it on the kid. After all I was a big-time water rescuer and could make it back to our boat by myself... wrong... as the kid was being hauled onto the 36-footer, I was swept back toward the overturned boat, the boat kind of reared up and smacked me on the back of my hard head, or did I hit the boat, anyway it knocking me out cold. I was told later that it took the rescue crew almost 10 minutes to pull me from the water and they started using mouth to mouth on me, and a new thing called CPR as we headed full speed, all 6.8 knots to the local dock. ********************************************* I woke up in a clean dry bed with such a splitting headache, I thought I must be dead and in Hell. As my vision cleared the nurse and doctor were looking at me asking me how I felt. My first words where, am I dead? No but when the Howie gets here you might be, the doctor said, with a grin on his face. What? I asked, my confused mind was not understanding much of what was going on. I know Howie, an ex-marine and you broke his youngest boys jaw getting him out from under that boat. Don't worry there are two of your people just outside, here to protect you. With that and being so confused I must have lapsed back into a disturbed, but much-needed sleep. I woke a couple of hours later and there was a nurse there, so I asked her why the back of my head felt funny? Let me get the doctor she said as she left the room. Before they came back, I felt the back of my head finding a large bandage there. Well young sir nice to see you awake again, can you tell me your name and date of birth? Patrick Barber, June 20 1946 I said. Good, now what is the last thing you remember? I saw the crew pulling that kid onto the rescue boat, then I think there was a flash of bright lightning or something, then ... um... shit, I mean shoot, then waking up here in this room. Good that makes sense, now the tight feeling on the back of your head is from the 21 stitches I put in to your scalp to close the wound you got when the boat you pulled Brian out from under hit you, knocking you out cold. The crew of the rescue boat kept you alive by administering CPR for twenty minuets while they transported you to the ambulance, then here. Any chest pains. Yah it feels like my chest was crushed are there any broken ribs I asked. Brian who is Brian? Brian is the boy you pulled out from under the boat. He told us you pulled his hair then hit him to make him let go of the boat, by the way you broke his jaw, or I should say you cracked his jaw. Your ribs, no, you young folk are too pliable, unlike an old guy like me, lots of bruised ribs but nothing broken. Boy... no it was a little girl I pulled out. Nope, he's a boy, delivered him myself just over ten years ago, true he has long hair but he's all boy. Just then the station chief walked into the room saying good thing you didn't die on us, way too much paperwork he said smiling at me. Sorry about the bartender chief is it a total loss? That's why we test experiential boats in the field, to see if they will withstand the torcher, we put them through. I understand the next bartender will be all reinforced fiberglass and a bit longer, no more plywood construction. Just then a loud voice was heard out side the room. Get out of my way boy, is he in there? The chief turned holding his hand up saying, not now Howie. A mountain of a man entered the room, he was red in the face looking very dangerous asking, as he looked at me, is that him, is he the one that broke my boys jaw? The chief said, yes Howie he's the one "who saved your Brian's life". With an anguished and a contorted mask, flashing across his face, that man mountain fell to his knees as he grabbed my arm, tears streaming down his face, saying thankyou for saving my boy, thankyou... He looked up at the doctor asking what about my brother, is he here too. Sorry Howie he didn't make it, he was too badly injured and was gone before he made it here. Howie why don't you go stay with Brian, I'll have the sheriff pick up Terry at the farm and bring him to the hospital. Ok doc, thankyou he said to me as he left the room. The chief turned to look at me saying yup you wouldn't have stood a chance if Howie had of wanted to hurt you, but I figured he needed to thank you, he's always been an emotional kind of guy when his kids are involved. Now if the doctor doesn't need to speak to you again, I think you need to sleep some more. After all of that, I may never sleep, I said as the nurse administered a sedative to my hanging IV bag. As I was drifting off into a drugged induced sleep my mind kept saying, boy, what boy is everyone talking about, that was a little girl ... It was morning some time when I woke next, no watch, no clock in the room to tell me how long I slept this time but other than a slight head ach, and my chest still hurt some, I felt pretty good. Hi, are you feeling better a teenaged boys voice asked from the chair to my left? What, was that I croaked, oh shit my throat hurts, who the hell are you, oh sorry you startled me I wasn't expecting anyone to be here, I squeaked, trying to clear my throat, do you know where the bathroom is, I got to piss something terrible. The dirty blond headed boy looked at my mid section saying you been hard down there for the last hour. Oh shit, sorry about that, bathroom? Over there the kid said but you got all these tubes sticking out of you, here let me help, this thing is on wheels so I can move it for you. I tried to sit up but a wave of dizziness violently attacked me so I lay back down, saying I really got to go, bad. Try this, the boy said, when my friend was in here the nurse made him use this kind of plastic bottle to take a whiz in. I reached for the piss bottle, he was holding up and tried to get it under my engorged dick but was having a hard time moving it to the right spot. Shit let me help before you piss all over yourself the boy said as he took the bottle from my hand holding it under my dick, then taking hold of my privates maneuvered it into the bottle. Ok its in, you can piss now he said. I lay back as a torrent of piss started filling the bottle. The boy held tight with both hands one holding the bottle the other directing my privates in side the bottle. When I was finished, I said Oh shit thanks then realized that this strange teen was still holding my most private part slowly squeezing it, moving his hand slowly, almost jacking me off, or trying too. Nice "man toy" he said, as he let go. What, I said, who are you? My name is Terry and I'm Brian's big brother, you know the boy you saved two days ago. Boy, no, um... I pulled a little girl out from under that boat. Two days ago? You said two days ago, who are you, how old are you, and what did you call my...? I'm Terry and I'll be 16 in two months and my uncle always called my thing a "boy toy" so I guess yours is a "man toy", only mine is almost as big as yours when its stiff. It's a shame you couldn't have saved my Uncle, I really liked him a lot, he taught me how to do lots of things I might never get to do again. What, I said, sounding confused? Oh sorry, you met my dad Howie the other day, he's in with my brother Brian right now and I asked him if I could do anything for him so he sent me in here to tell him when you woke up. Um, I think we should keep your helping me piss our little secret I said sounding as concerned as I could. So, yours is almost as big as mine I said, pointing at his crotch? Mine is just over 7 and a half inches, yours that big? Well, I play with mine all the time and yup it's almost as big as yours. I'm just about as big as my Uncle was, he said, looking sad. Cool I said, sorry we couldn't save him, I said looking down seeing the swelling of Terry's crotch. Wait you said I saved your brother, but with that long hair I thought it was a girl I found. Nope he's a boy, Terry said. Even though I think he has the cutest ass in town, so do our cousins, I better go tell dad that your awake, and I'll tell the nurse too. The nurse came in first saying good you used the urinal; we can take these I.V. lines out once the doctor gives you the once over, but you are scheduled to be with us for several more days, to make sure there are no lasting effects from your drowning and revival, not to mention the stitches in the back of your head, and the concussion. So young sir you stay in that bed till the doctor says you can get out. Yes, miss Hartford, I said, reading the name plate on her uniform. When the doctor left, I had both of the I.V.s removed and the doctor asked if it would be alright if I was moved into the male word to free up the private room, I was in. It will only be for at least three more days and nights, then you can go home and rest for two to three weeks. You will need to come back twice a week and we will remove the stitches from your head, then we will determine what comes next. After the doc left, I wondered where I would go to conviless quietly because my parents lived all the way in Washington state. Oh well the station will be alright. The nurse rolled me into the male ward and there was Howie, Terry and a cute long blond-haired boy in bed I assumed was Brian. Well look who is back from sleeping all day Howie said. Look whose here Brian, don't worry we won't let him smack you anymore Terry said, with a big grin on his face. Brian was quiet because his lower jaw was wired shut so it could heal. His dad gave Terry a stern look saying don't tease your brother young man. I looked at Brian saying sorry I pulled your hair and broke your jaw, but I had to make you let go of the boat and I didn't think I slapped you that hard. Brian held up 2 fingers saying wise unable to make the T sound. Yah, ok, I slapped you twice sorry about that. Are you alright now any other problems, did the swimmer's harness bruise you or anything? Howie handed a pencil and note pad to little Brian and he wrote. No, just the gash on my leg, but I'm fine and you scared the Hell out of me, he showed me. I'm so sorry about scarring you I was kind of scared when I first heard you shouting from under the boat, I wasn't sure how to get you out of there. Brian started to shake his head no then wrote, No... I saw the boat hit you, then you didn't move, the rescue people pulled you out of the water. Well at least they saved us both I said as joyfully as I could, feeling as bad as I did. Writing quickly, he showed me his pad again, and it said; I never saw anyone drown, I thought you were dead, there was blood everywhere and they were doing CPR on you, right next to me, I heard your ribs cracking and everything, I was so scared. Scribbling quickly again, he showed me his writing, they told me to look away because one man was doing CPR the other was driving the boat and shouting over the radio, but I couldn't, all I could do was to grab your hand and hold it. I got up out of bed, Shakely staggered over to his bed, as Howie moved to support me, Terry said No, I was by the boy's bed and he grabbed my hand as I sat on the edge then I put an arm round him telling him everything will be Ok. Brian cried for several minutes as I sat there, then Brian screeched, kind of, look at your chest its all black and blue, he wrote. What are you doing up? I heard Nurse Hartford say, get back into bed. Brian quit crying, Howie said this way Patrick and Terry said Busted... Next time I catch you out of bed young sir I will strap you down so you can't get up. You need to get up you call me she said in her stern voice. Brian was giggling and Terry kept saying busted... By the way your chest and ribs were bruised during the CPR and it will look like that for up to several weeks. You will have to take two shots in your stomach every day, to make sure you don't have any of that turn into blood clots, while you are here. The doctor will give you some pills to take once you are discharged for that too. Howie sat in a chair between our beds keeping an eye on us both after he came back from taking Terry to school. What day is it I asked? Friday Howie said, the dock told me that you get discharged and Brian gets his jaw snipped open, on Monday, or Tuesday, no more wires but he will have to wear a chin and neck brace for two weeks at home, that should be fun. He will have the stiches in his upper leg pulled out in ten days or so Brian leaned over and wrote his dad that he really liked Patrick because he was funny. I asked what stitches? When you were pulling him out from under the boat his leg got cut and he has 6 stitches in his right leg. Damn, I mean Darn did I do any more damage to you? No, Howie said, nothing that will be permanent, and he is alive thanks to you. Howie was there when the chief came in on Saturday afternoon asking where I wanted to go for two plus weeks rest, we can send you to your parents home in Seattle on the bus he offered. Nope, Howie said, he's coming to our place for the two weeks or as long as he has to. Well, I don't want to be a bother, I said. It's the least we can do for the man that saved my boy, besides I think both boy's kind of like you. By the way how old are you Patrick or should I call you just Pat? Patrick is fine and I turned 19 last month I told Howie. Damn, only three years older than my Terry, cool. Done the chief said thanks Howie now I know where he will be and I don't have to worry about him, besides our rescue season is starting off a lot earlier than usual. If he gives you any problems just give me a shout and Ill come get him the chief said to Howie. Do what your told, young Seaman Barker, the chief said to me, Howie is your chief till you report back to me. So, Tuesday morning Brian had the wires holding his jaw in place partially removed and the nylon brace fitted then we were both discharged into the care of Howie and sons. On the way to their house Terry pointed out the cheese factory where all of their milk was sold too, as we turned off the main road. So, you live on a dairy farm, I asked? Yes, didn't anyone tell you that? The farm has been in our family for three generations now, Howie said. Cool, I said and I've never been on a dairy farm before.