Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 13:59:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Captain Ron (1) Can you even imagine how horny a barely fourteen year old boy would be after being denied any opportunity to jackoff for twelve whole days? Well, if you can, then you know how I was feeling right this minute. Horny, and then some. As I stood at the edge of the hiway with my thumb extended, hoping for a lift from some compassionate passing motorist, I began to doubt the wisdom of my earlier decision to try to catch a ride to the beach area, thinking maybe I should have stayed in camp, and hoped for a few precious minutes alone, during which I would have jacked off a couple of times. Or, maybe six. The event that precipitated this maximum horny condition that I found myself in had been a back country adventure I had just completed with two friends, brothers actually. We had back packed through a high sierra wilderness area over the past twelve days, camping out, fishing, and swimming in the numerous small lakes that dotted the landscape along our route, and, generally being constantly together. The elder of the two brothers was a virtual mother-hen type, and self-appointed trail master of our little group, who would all but suffer apoplexy if one of his younger charges so much as wandered briefly out of sight. Jeez, didn't he get it, for crying out loud, a fourteen year old boy had needs too, right? In any event, that had been the tone of the preceding twelve days, and, the prevailing reason for my young balls being totally backed up with the affliction commonly referred to in my circle as "D.S.B." or, dreaded semen backup. Our trail boss had carefully scheduled a total of fifteen days for our back-to-nature trek, but, given that he had failed to anticipate that two of the lakes on our itinerary would be populated with mosquito colonies that would easily outnumber the populace of, say, New York City, we had wisely skipped those stops, and emerged from the bush three days ahead of our scheduled parental pick-up. Thus, our current encampment at a Forest Service campground located at the terminating trail head that serviced emerging hikers such as ourselves. We struck camp, inventorying our remaining rations, and decided that we were sufficiently supplied to wait out the three day delay in being met by our parents, and settled in, sadly still very much together, adding further to the misery of my D.S.B. Upon finishing our rehydrated breakfast of whatever mystery protein it was that came packaged in those dehydrated food bags, I had decided that enough of this togetherness was, well, enough. I slipped into our small tent, and changed into my cleanest dirty shorts, briefs, and tee shirt, then, announced to the wagon master that I, alone mind you, was striking off for the lake, and beach, which was located some eight, or ten miles away, and, that I might return for dinner, failing a better offer of some sort. After enduring a few minutes of his pissyness regarding my well being, I escaped, and placed myself where I now stood, anxiously awaiting the charity of some kind motorist. Several strings of vehicles passed, none giving me so much as a second look, and I had taken to eyeballing the stand of large pine trees that lined the hiway, seriously considering stepping into the thicket, and giving first aid to the D.S.B. when a pickup trunk swerved onto the shoulder, and stopped. Briefly torn between acting on my first aid idea, and catching the ride, I reluctantly opted for the latter, and hustled to the pickup, and hopped in. The kind soul driving the pickup was on old timer who, I decided within minutes of getting in along side him, had only stopped in order to have someone to gab to, as he blabbered continuously from the moment I boarded, until we finally reached my desired destination, and I was let out. He drove away, still talking, I swear, and I threaded my way across the highway to the beach area, and the resort that surrounded it. I walked through the parking area, and aimed toward the beach, and paused, as I reached the edge of the sand. The spot was awesome, located on a small cove of the shimmering lake, and the crescent shaped beach was pure sugar-sand, so stunningly white in the bright sunlight that it almost hurt the eyes to look at it. Several rental type cabins fronted the South end of the harbor, and behind them was a snack shack, a small grocery, several ping-pong tables, and a Kayak rental place. The North end of the beach terminated into a small marina, which housed several boat slips, a bait shop, and a good sized pier that jetted out into the lake about a hundred feet, or so. Nice, I thought, really sweet, almost like a picture post card. I moved out onto the sand, and walked pretty much dead center of the beach, then, settled in near the large volley ball net that stretched across the width of sand. I peeled off my tee, and tennis shoes, then, rolled up the tee like a pillow, and stretched out in the bright, warm sun. It was awesome to just finally have some "me" time, and, it still being somewhat early for beach-goers, I pretty much had the beach to myself. After a short while, I felt the intensity of the high elevation sun baking my chest, and tummy, so I rolled over, stretching out on my front side. That might have been a mistake, in retrospect, as my dick instantly hardened upon contact with the warm sand, and the force of my body weight pressing down on it. Damn, I thought, that feels freeking good, and man, do I ever need to get off! Unconsciously, I began gently flexing my butt muscles, working my rigid penis against the warm sand, and I actually startled myself, when I suddenly felt a wetness in my briefs, as my precum nearly instantly began oozing from my pent up balls. I shuddered slightly, the very pleasant sensations coursing through me as I subtly humped the soft sand, and I was actually considering the merits of just shooting off inside my briefs, and shorts, then, taking a swim to clean up. At nearly the same moment I decided that idea was a hell of a good plan, my reverie was rudely interrupted by a melodic, female voice saying, "Hi....hey....do you play volley ball...?" I lifted my head, and looked over my shoulder, and up, squinting into the bright sun, and saw what appeared to be a bikini-clad girl somewhat close to my age. Well, actually, that turns out to be somewhat of an under statement, because, as my eyes adjusted to the bright backlight, and focused on her, I realized that she was a stone fox of about my age. The young lady was definitely anatomically gifted, the various bulges, and crannies, of her lithe body struggling for containment in the micro-bikini that she had somehow managed to pour her abundant endowments into. My poor cock, of course, noticed all of her abundant charms in an instant, reacting with another copious oozing of its warm-up fluid, and I swear it stretched another half inch, as well. I scooted myself into an awkward kind of half turn, really trying to keep my erection stuffed in the sand, while I managed to twist the upper half of my body toward her, and replied, "Yea, sure....I'm down with V-ball....why?" She dropped down on one knee, effectively bringing her band-aid covered pussy in alignment with my face, and I swear I could smell it, or could have, anyway, if I'd actually had a clue what one smelled like, which I didn't. Maybe, I thought, if she stays right there long enough, I'll get it figured out. Damn though, my aching boner had it all dialed in, and I flinched slightly as another dollop of wetness oozed into my briefs. She flashed me this heart-stopping smile, and extended a slender hand toward me, and I noticed the hot-pink polish on her smooth finger nails. Perfect, I decided, everything about this chick is hot, including her damn nail polish. I reached out, and took her delicate hand in mine, as she said, "Oh cool....that's awesome....I'm Cindy, by the way....and, we want to get a game up, but we need more players." She told me, indicating a small gathering of other teens standing near the net. "Hi....Brian..." I answered, trying not to drool at her ample tits, where they threatened to spill out of the skimpy top of the bikini. Jesus, this girl was freeking built....no.....assembled, I decided, and, whoever had designed the bikini she was sort of wearing deserved whatever award they gave out for sultry design. "So, ok....when are you going to start?" I added, thinking I would require maybe an hour under a very cold shower before I could actually consider standing. She added several degrees to the air temperature, as she flashed the killer smile once more, and replied, "As soon as Tony and Rick get here....they are bringing the ball.....but...come on over, whenever....I'll introduce you around." I nodded, thinking that I had way more than enough balls trapped between my legs to play at least an eleven point set, but let it slide, as she withdrew her hand from mine, and stood up. My eyes roamed up her long, shapely legs, and rested briefly on the delicious mound of her pussy, then, I managed to force the gaze up to look at her stunningly pretty face once more. "Ok, cool....be there in a sec..." I answered, quickly glancing around the area in search of a rest room, and chiding myself for not thinking of that when I first got here, hell, my boner could have already been a thing of the past, if I had. I spotted the public john near the marina, and glanced back at Cindy, saying, "Just need to....uh....yea, well...." She caught my drift, and did the hot smile thing again, and nodded, saying, "Oh....sure...right....see you...then..." and she turned, walking away down the beach in search of her next victim. I watched, yup, carefully, as her firm little ass wiggled away, then, worked a few fast mental math equations, willing my boner to give it a rest, already. It showed little sign of working, so I amped it up a notch, and worked them backwards, until the damn thing finally cut me a little slack, well, enough anyway, that I figured I could make the march to the john without everybody on the now crowded beach yelling "BONER" in unison, as they pointed, and laughed. About half way to the facility, I abandoned the math problem thing, figuring I was, at long last, mere minutes from bringing forth what might well be the ejaculation of my young life. I entered the cement block structure, little Brian already very much aware of the sensuous carnal delight he was about to enjoy, and stopped cold in my tracks. What the fuck, I thought, is there some kind of freeking conspiracy against me getting off, or what? Inside the small room were no less than five people, two older dudes at the urinals, one decked out like some kind of yacht admiral, complete with scrambled-egg hat, and pants with gold leg piping, and the other sporting a swim suit roughly half the size of the belly that overhung it. The solitary stall was equally occupied with a Dad, and two little dudes about four or five, who were whining about the cold cement floor, as Dad tried his best to get them into their little Speedo's. Jeez, I thought, so much for a quick jerk-n-shoot, as I silently apologized to my aching balls, and stepped over to the sink to at least toss some cold water on my face, which was a serious second-best to what I had come in here for. As I splashed water on my face, the admiral finished his business, and stepped up next to me, making eye contact in the mirror. I gave him a polite smile, and nod, and he turned to face me, giving me close scrutiny. "Nope," he started, "you're not a local, I know most all of them, so, you would be one of our many summer visitors, I gather?" he inquired. I nodded kind of absently, my mind still very much on that dull ache in my poor balls, and mumbled, "Guess so, yea.....been back packing the high country, actually, and killing a few days till my ride home gets here." He began washing his hands, keeping up the eye contact in the mirror, and he commented, "Really....wow....that's pretty rugged country for a young guy to tackle alone." I chuckled, giving him more of my attention, and realized that he wasn't quite the geek I had first chalked him up to be, given the weird outfit. He was maybe in his early forties, and really quite handsome, in a rugged, very sun-scorched sort of way, and I began to think maybe he actually did captain a boat on the lake, or something. I smiled again, and replied, "Yea, true enough, but actually, I wasn't alone....until now, anyway....I sorta burned out on my bud's company, after twelve straight days, and nights." He smiled again, nodding his understanding, and said, "Ah....gotcha...and, I can understand that, definitely....guys your age really.....need.....some privacy, at times...twelve days, huh.....long time, for sure." I looked at him, my mind registering the fact that this dude actually seemed to get it, and understand it, unless my orgasm deprived brain was simply reading it the way I wanted to read it, but I smiled sheepishly anyway, feeling my cheeks heat up a tad, and said, "Exactly....like, a really long time!" He chuckled, giving me a little wink, and replied, "Thought so....well....a good looking young lad like you should have no trouble getting.....things.....taken care of....now that you are back among the living.....and....finally alone..." What the fuck, I wondered, is the captain.....admiral...whatever....hitting on me, or what?" I might have been just reading stuff into it, since my brain seemed totally centered on my balls these days, but, it had happened before, where older dudes had made some really thinly disguised innuendo type remarks to me, suggesting that they might enjoy taking me to places I had yet to go, and it had sounded a lot like this, just a bit less subtle. Just for shits, and giggles, I decided to nibble the bait just a touch, and see just where this was headed. I let myself blush some more, and slid into one of my better "boyish" expressions, then feigned seriousness, as I said, "Well, jeez....thanks.....um....for the good looking remark, I mean....and, dude....I so hope you are right....because....things....seriously need....taking care of." He smiled broadly at that, his pale blue eyes briefly flicking to my crotch, and he chuckled softly, as he leaned a bit closer, and said, softly, "Yes....well....I could....virtually guarantee.....things....would be taken care of....if you like." Son of a bitch, I thought, he actually was.... big time hitting on me! Holy shit! My dick seemed to love the mere suggestion, of course, as it instantly jetted to stiffness in my shorts, and oozed a little, just to make the point, and I felt my face redden, again. I was suddenly speechless, and, I'm sure, my glowing face clearly reflected my internal dilemma, to wit, cut and run, or, smile shyly, and nod my acquiescence to his none-to-subtle offer. His eyes went down to my crotch again, and I let mine follow, gasping slightly, as I saw the tent pole in my shorts, and my warm face got a whole lot warmer, as his eyes once more met mine, and he said, smiling brightly, "Oh yes....definitely....most definitely.....some things......definitely.....need.....taking care of....!" As I stood there, probably drooling, and racking my sick brain for a response, or an action, the two little dudes came charging up to the sinks, and clamored in between me and the admiral, thankfully breaking the tense moment that had been going down between us. We separated, both stepping back, out of the way of the boy-charge, and moved toward the door. He moved up behind me, and put his hand on my shoulder, gently kneading my bare skin, and making my hardon lurch in my shorts. I turned toward him, and he smiled, then, asked me my name, which I told him, still blushing, for whatever reason. He continued to work my shoulder, telling me that, among the locals, he was known as Captain Ron, then, slid his hand down my back, his fingers following the waist band of my shorts as my balls rolled over in my scrotum, and he asked, "So, Brian....are you at all interested in boats?" Wow, now that's a major coincidence, I thought, I freeking loved boats, and have ever since I could remember. I nodded, smiling up at him, and telling him for sure, I was a serious boat nut, not that I'd ever actually gotten to be around them much. He laughed at my enthusiasm, no doubt feeling like he had pretty much just set the hook in my lip, then, netted me neatly, as he dug in his pocket, and handed me a free pass for a boat tour of the lake, good anytime space was available on board. I of course expressed obvious excitement at the prospect of a round-the-lake boat ride, and he chuckled again, telling me, "Well, good looking Brian....just wander over to the marina when you are.....ready.....that's actually my job....I captain the tour boat." "Wow...really...?" I croaked, and he chuckled again, nodding, and answered, "Yup, really...what....you think I'd wear this getup just to wander the beach, and hit on a good looking lad like you?" I had to laugh at his reference to the admiral suit, but even as I did, I definitely did not miss his admission about hitting on me, and, I really wondered exactly what all that double talk we had just tossed around would mean in the end. Well, I decided, I was definitely not taking a pass on the boat ride, so I stood a pretty good chance of finding out, eventually. Outside the bathroom, I told him I had a v-ball game waiting, and he allowed as how he was running late for work, so we parted, and I pocketed the free pass for later use, as I jogged back to the volley ball court, and my new kinda friends. The pickup beach volley ball ended up going three full matches to 21, and by the end of the third, all of us were hot, and winded, so we called it good. I wandered over to the snack shack, and squandered one of my few remaining dollars on a cold bottle of water, and drained it like I had just crawled across the Sahara. It hit the spot, and, along with the strenuous v-ball, I had nearly forgotten my abject horniness. Nearly, but not totally, and, as I wandered the beach, checking out the tanned, and burning bodies, little Brian reared his cute little head once more, again craving the attention he had so long been denied. I worked a hand into the pocket of my shorts, and surreptitiously adjusted the rock hard penis I encountered there, hoping for some degree of modicum as I walked the very crowded beach. Working my way through a maze of brightly colored sand umbrella's, I nearly tripped over one of the guys from the v-ball game, Tony, I think, who was settled in with his parents, and little brother, just beginning to pass around sandwiches, and small bags of chips. "Hey, Brian....sup, dude....you want a sandwich?" he asked me, and I quickly nodded in the affirmative, suddenly realizing that it had been hours since I had ingested whatever it was that had come out of that little plastic bag of dehydrated stuff. I also suddenly realized that it had been twelve whole days since I had actually eaten any "real" food, and a soggy old sandwich, and chips, sounded absolutely wonderful. I dropped onto the sand, and dug into the offered treat with serious gusto, trying hard to converse politely with Tony, and his family, between enthusiastic bites of the food. Lunch settled, and at an excellent price, I might add, I said my heart-felt thanks, and departed, again moving along the beach, surprisingly enough, in the general direction of the marina, and Captain Ron. In case anyone is wondering, yes, I heard them, all of them. The alarm bells of my early years were all ringing, loud, and clear, and I could all but hear my Mom's voice cautioning me against having any dealings with strangers, particularly older men, and most especially the ones who referred to me as "good looking." I admit that I had a fair idea of Captain Ron's motivation, given that our recent bathroom verbal ballet had not been all that subtle, with the numerous thinly disguised references to my needs, and I was pretty clear on the concept of what his offer to take care of them entailed. What I had not yet fully decided was how I felt about the situation, beyond the obvious, which was that I clearly needed some relief of the orgasmic kind, and soon. I pretty easily could, I told myself, just slip back to the john at a less populated moment, or, wander into the surrounding woods, and "handle" things myself, as usual. The kicker there, though, was that I actually was intrigued, a lot, by the possibility of finally experiencing the thing called sex with a partner not actually attached to my own body. That part had me, I admit, and I really, really wanted to find out just what all the hoopla was about, and, had the same offer been tossed out there by the nubile young thing in the barely-there bikini from this morning, my wondering would now, very definitely, be over. The hang up I was wrestling with, of course, was that Captain Ron, nice as he seemed to be, was a guy, for Christ sake, and, an adult one, to boot. Not that I was by any means disinterested in the male anatomy, quite the contrary, actually. I was definitely a locker room sneak, frequently perving on my naked classmates in the school showers, or covertly hawking my friends during sleep overs, or during the somewhat frequent bouts of summer skinny dipping at the river back home. Oh, I was plenty interested, for sure, and had even let my demented brain percolate the steamy details of a naked romp with a friend or two as I worked my rigid penis into a lather in the solitude of my bedroom. But jeez, a man, I thought, an actual adult, probably older than my Dad, even. As I reached the marina, I pushed the ringing alarm bells, and the faint sound of my Mom's voice, to the back of my mind, letting the argument that had been taking place between my brain, and my balls, come down in favor of my balls. The flow of raging hormones that coursed through me was simply too strong to be overcome by logic, and training. Beside, Captain Ron hadn't struck me as dangerous at all, but rather, interested in, um, helping me out. Screw it, I decided, he might be bigger than me, but I was certain I could outrun him if I really needed to, but something told me that it wouldn't be necessary. I went down the ladder type stairway that took me down to the series of floating docks that made up the boat slips, and started following the signs that announced the location of "Captain Ron's Lake Tours," checking out all the very cool boats that were moored to the docks as I went. Reaching the "T" end of the dock, I looked lakeward, and spotted the slip that served as the departure point for the Captains concession, and headed that way. As I approached, I saw that the boat Ron used to run tourists around the lake was a classic Chris Craft wood hull runabout. It was beautiful, and appeared to be in pristine condition, considering it was an original classic probably built sometime in the 1920's. I had long been a fan of classic wood hull boats, and this one was a rare triple cockpit style, having a compact driver compartment with room for maybe two small passengers. Then the enclosed engine compartment, and two forward facing seats at the stern end. In all it would seat about ten, plus the captain. I had to chuckle to myself when I noticed the boats name etched in script writing across the stern, "Lickety Split," because seeing it caused me to conjure up a brief image of the very fair Cindy, who had so casually displayed her bikini clad pussy for my enjoyment back there on the beach this morning. Pretty ironic, I thought, because the boat name is exactly the thought I had had regarding Ms. Cindy. Hormones.....jeez! It appeared as if the passengers were in the process of disembarking the boat, and I spotted Ron assisting the ladies as they stepped out onto the dock, so I walked over near him, staying back out of the way of the passengers. As the last of them cleared the boat, Ron turned, and spotted me standing there, and he smiled broadly, saying, "Hey, Brian....cool.....how did the volley ball go?" I smiled back, and replied, "Awesome.....it got kind of hot before it ended, but it was pretty cool, actually." He nodded, saying that yes, the afternoons definitely got warm on the beach, then asked me, "So, that was my last run of the day, unless you wanted to use that free pass for a private run up the lake?" I grinned, fishing in my shorts pocket for the pass he had given me earlier, then, handed it to him, saying, "I'd really like a ride in this beauty, if you aren't too burned out from the sun." He chuckled, telling me that he practically lived in the sun, and hardly even noticed it any more, and, that I should hop aboard, while he freed the lines. I did just that, gingerly stepping on the polished mahogany deck, and settling into the compact front seat. The vinyl upholstery was as pristine as the exterior of the classic boat, and I all but drooled, looking at the neat display of the instrument panel, and the classic huge steering wheel. As I marveled over the boats accoutrements, Captain Ron deftly slid under that giant sized steering wheel, and touched the key, bringing the boat instantly to life under us. I drank in the rumbling sound of the very healthy sounding engine, and asked Ron about it, and he smiled proudly, telling me that the boat was powered by a Ford 428 v8, with a horsepower rating of 450hp, a definite reason for his prideful smile, indeed. He slipped the selector into reverse, and the sleek craft eased out of the slip, as he spun the huge wheel, bringing the bow around. He shifted to forward gear, and eased down on the foot pedal, and the craft moved smoothly forward, her exhaust bubbling happily at the water line. As we passed the channel buoy at the outer end of the marina, Ron added throttle, and the big boat leapt forward, rapidly coming to a smooth, flat plane, and the wind increased, passing over the windshield in front of us. I grinned, happy as a pig in shit, as Captain Ron put the boat through its paces, happily showing off for me. After about a half an hour of him demonstrating the boats agility, and his own skill at handling her, Ron guided the boat to spot maybe a mile off shore, and throttled back, letting the boat drop off its plane, and just idled along, barely moving. We were close together on the small front seat, and he turned toward me, and placed his hand high up on my bare thigh, causing my already half hard cock to jet to full erection in about two seconds. He watched the gathered material in my lap swell, and jut out with my rigid erection, and he smiled, sliding his hand into my lap, and gripped my turgid cock. I groaned, my whole body trembling with sudden sensation, and I very nearly shot my load, so pent up were my young, horny balls. "Ohhh jeez!" I chirped, struggling to hold it back. Ron gave my cock a firm squeeze, nearly painfully, which helped distract my sudden urge to shoot, then, began fumbling with the button, and zipper of my seriously tented shorts, as he mumbled, "Poor boy....so very horny, and so backed up with that creamy boy cum....!' My heart was racing, and I actually felt slightly dizzy, as he worked the fly open, and tugged at my shorts. Realizing that he was trying to push my shorts down my legs, I lifted my butt off the seat, and he quickly shoved both my shorts, and briefs down my thighs, freeing my straining erection. I leaned back in the seat, kicking my feet, and letting my clothing fall free, leaving me naked, except for my tennis shoes. Ron paused briefly, staring down at my throbbing cock, and aching balls, and smiled again, as I felt a dollop of precum ooze from the small clit in my cock head. "Oh Brian!" he said softly, "what a truly lovely cock....just perfect!" I nearly crawled out of my skin, as he once again gripped my pulsing cock, and I looked into my lap, my jaw sagging with incredulity, as I saw his large hand holding my drooling boyhood. The size of his large man hand nearly surrounded my five inches, the only visible part being the shiny, wet head, and my scrunched scrotum below his fist. Holy shit, I thought as I watched him slowly stroking me, holy shit, he's actually touching me, jacking me, whatever, and fuck, does it feel freeking awesome, too! His other hand moved to my heaving chest, and he ran his fingers lightly over my skin, and my nipples, causing me to administer another deep moan of pleasure, as he gently pinched at my nipples, and passed his thumb back and forth over the leaking head of my cock several times. The pinching of my nipples sent shock waves directly to my balls, as if the two areas were somehow connected, and I felt my balls draw tight in their sac. Ron kept mumbling softly, as his touches lit me on fire, generating sensations all through me that were previously unknown, and I knew it wasn't going to be much longer. I gritted my teeth, and grunted, still staring unbelievingly into my lap, and at the incredible sight of his large hand working my dick. Fuck, I thought, I never imagined anything could feel so good, not even close. He let go of my cock then, and I groaned again, a little feeling of panic washing over me, as I thought he was stopping, and leaving me boiling on the stove. He moved his big mitt onto my thigh, and pushed my legs widely apart, then, gently captured my plump scrotum in his palm, and hefted my balls, almost as if he was weighing them. I groaned loudly again, my head lolling on the seat back, as he manipulated my balls back and forth, poking at each swollen orb with his fingers, as his other hand left my nipples, and reached to grip my straining penis once more. I felt my balls tug upward, and my cock jumped in his grip, as he stroked me in an even, steady rhythm, until I lost it totally, and my balls boiled over, sending my backed up load coursing rapidly up the shaft of my aching cock. The first volley of my cum erupted through the now gaping slit, and arched high into the air, coming to rest as a long, creamy streak across my chest, and stomach, nearly reaching my nipple, as the second, and third ropes of warm fluid immediately followed, landing in close proximity to the first. The fourth, and fifth, spasms were slightly weaker in volume, but every bit as intense, and I felt as if my balls themselves might just come flying out of my now purple colored cock head. Ron stayed right with me, steadily milking my jerking cock, as several smaller dribbles of my semen emerged, and painted over the back of his pumping fist, then, finally, ended. Spent, and feeling as if I had just run a four minute mile, I sagged against the seat, panting, and gulping in huge swallows of air. Captain Ron gave my wilting cock a final stroke, and gently tugged downward on my very tingly balls, then leaned back, releasing my equipment, and admired his handy work, a wide smile on his tanned face. I looked down, following his gaze to my well slimed torso, and kind of giggled at seeing what appeared to be maybe a gallon of my ball juice streaking my chest, and stomach. I looked at Captain Ron, a slightly sheepish expression on my face, and muttered, "Oh, jeez.....oh man....oh.....wow....!" Captain Ron laughed, nodding his agreement at my succinct proclamation, and added, "I'd say so, yup.....jeez....man.....and, wow....yup....exactly....that, little man, was one very fine discharge, indeed.....and....these bad boys....have got to be feeling much lighter, I'd bet!" he said, lightly cupping my now drained balls in his hand once more. I giggled again, nodding rapidly, and managed to croak, "Oh yea....big time....man, that was.....soooo awesome!" He smiled, releasing my balls, and moving his large hand to my cum coated torso, he began smearing the congealing fluid into my sun warmed skin, as he told me, "Indeed it was, little man, indeed it was.....and.....trust me...now that we have handled the necessary relief....the rest, only gets better!" Oh man, I thought....the rest....?......and.....no way....better...?...shit.....it couldn't get better than this....could it?? After getting my normal breathing, and heart rate back, I followed Ron's suggestion, and slipped naked into the cool lake to wash the sticky cum away, then climbed back into the boat, feeling really embarrassed at my now tiny, cold water shriveled, little penis. Captain Ron chuckled at me as I fished around on the deck looking for my shorts, and he lightly slapped my naked ass, saying, "Don't let that cold dick bother you, Brian....it's actually cute that way too, and, it will be tons of fun bringing it back to life, if you let me." I found the shorts, and stood, awkwardly getting back into them, suddenly feeling extra naked with him sitting there fully dressed in his dorky little uniform, but all the while thinking of what he had said, that part about "the rest," and, the part about "bringing it back to life" if I let him. Oh yea, definitely, I thought, I'm definitely going to let him.....let him.....whatever! I thought about it some, as Captain Ron again got the boat under way, and steered a course back toward the marina. I guess what had just happened had to defined as "gay," I mean, what else could you call it, a man jerking off a boy, beside "gay?" Was I gay, I wondered? Hell, I'd never actually thought much about it, other than the locker room peeks, and the ideas of playing with some of my friends that I sometimes thought about when I jacked off. Well, ok, so I had even surfed up some gay stuff on the net a few times, just out of curiosity, and yea, ok, it was kind of a turn-on, for sure, but hey, everything turned me on these days. My thoughts turned then to Captain Ron, and what his deal might be. It figured for sure that he was gay, and, I surmised, one of those guys who liked young boys, a boylover, I think, is what this dude I once did an online chat with called himself, defining it as some kind of bent that drew him to seek sex with young boys. So yea, I decided, he must be gay, and a boylover, so then, what did that make me, I wondered again, gay...?....a man-lover...?....just plain weird...?....shit, it was too confusing to put a label on, I decided, so I stopped that train of thought, and reflected on the actual events of the past hour or so. The plain truth of it was, in spite of that nagging sound of my Mothers voice way off in the background, his touching me, rubbing my dick, and playing with my balls, and making me shoot the load of my freeking life, had felt awesome, the best ever, and, according to him there was more, a lot more, that would feel even better! Shit, call it whatever, I seriously wanted to know about that, for sure, so fuck the "gay" inference, if him doing stuff with me that felt that good, and he wanted to do it, then I damn sure was down with letting him. Period. As we approached the harbor channel, Captain Ron throttled back, and let the boat glide smoothly into the channel, and idle toward the marina. He settled back in the seat, and dropped his hand into my lap, gently gripping my cock, as he smiled, and asked, "Feeling better here, I'd guess, huh Brian?" I jumped some when he touched me, and felt my dick snap to attention, going instantly hard as a rock, and glanced down to my lap, still finding it strange to see another hand massaging my tool. Strange, maybe, but damn nice, too, I decided, as the good tingles again coursed through me, as he continued to rub my now rigid dick outside my shorts. "Um....yea....for sure....at least I did feel better.....now, I'm, like, all boned up again!" I croaked, shuddering slightly, as he rubbed up and down on my erection. Captain Ron chuckled at that, adding pressure to his grip on my cock, and said, "That you are, Son, that you are.....damn, you young boys are like walking erections......beautiful, smooth, walking erections.....oh yea!" We were nearing his boat slip by now, so he released my cock, and turned his attention to berthing the boat, then, hopped onto the floating dock to tie her down. As he worked the lines, I worked some more math equations, trying to distract my brain from the solid post that was poking at my shorts again. It worked, at least sufficient to let me stand up, and step off the boat without looking like that walking erection he had made reference to. Glancing down, I could still make out the outline of my semi-hardon, but, that was all I was going to get it to wilt, so I just shrugged it off, and followed Captain Ron into his small office. He put the keys to the boat in his desk, checked his answering machine, then, sat down on the small sofa, indicating that I should sit beside him, so I did. "So, Brian..." he started, "I'm finished here for the day, and heading home for a hot shower, and a big barbecued steak, and you are definitely invited to join me, and spend the night learning exactly what I meant when I referred to the "other," and "better," things we could do to make you feel good, if your still interested." Interested?? Was he kidding me, for Christ sake, I mean, jeez, the dude had managed to get me off like a freeking volcano out there on the lake, and was now promising a night of "other," and "better," whatever that could possibly mean, and he wondered if I was interested....? Yikes, was I ever! "It's strictly your call," he went on, "and before you decide, let me explain a couple of things to you, so you understand what you are getting into, if you decide to come home with me, ok?" I nodded, already feeling the stirrings of yet another hardon inside my shorts, as I vividly recalled the intensity of sensation that his rubbing my dick, and balls, had given me. He was aware of the effect he was having on me, and he chuckled, probably reading my face like a freeking magazine with pictures, and he paused to glance at my again tented crotch, then continued, "Ok, about me then.....I am what is known as a boylover, Brian, a gay man with a definite preference for sex with young boys, boys very much like yourself. Don't bother asking me why, I really don't have an answer, other than that is just how I am, and have been, since I was a young boy myself, playing with other young boys. As I became a man, I discovered that even though my body had become adult, my sexual tastes remained fixated on young boys, with very little interest in other adult males, and at that point, I realized that I had become a boylover, much like the men that I had experiences with as a boy. If any of that makes sense to you, then you will better understand what took place out there on the lake, and why I very much hope that you will accept my invitation. I can promise you a night of great adventure, and intense pleasure, probably well beyond your own imagination, if you will trust me, and allow me to derive my own greatest pleasure through providing yours. I promise you that absolutely no harm will come to you, and, tomorrow, I will deposit you safely back with your friends, a much wiser, and sexually satisfied young boy, who will be well armed with the knowledge, and experience, to set the course of his life......so then, young Brian, what do you say?" Wow, I thought, that is some speech. Eloquent, definitely, and very straight forward, as well, but actually, it was kind of wasted on trying to sell me, since I had already made up my mind I wanted more, a lot more, at just about the same second that my nuts had popped out there in the boat. I looked at Captain Ron, wishing that we were already at his house, and getting into the "other," and better," stuff, and meekly offered up my last bastion of defense, saying, "The thing is, my friends will be worried about me if I don't eventually show up at camp, and might even go to my parents, or maybe the cops, like I'm lost, or something.....but man, Captain Ron, I, like, so wanna go with you, and, um, you know...!" He grinned widely, an expression of relief, followed by excitement crossing his rugged face, and he answered, "Oh Brian.....that is just excellent...excellent....and, as for your friends, I assume you are camped at the Forest Service trail head, right, well, we can phone the ranger there, and ask him to tell your buddies that you have decided to go home with a new friend for the night, and that you will be back tomorrow, all of which is totally true." How incredibly simple, I thought, realizing that Mike, and Chip would totally buy that, given my adventurous personality, and well known proclivity for making friends out of strangers. Oh man, I suddenly realized, I am pretty much just giving myself to this man for the night, and, strangely enough, I can't freeking wait! The phone call, and story, were delivered to the park ranger, who agreed to deliver the message to my bud's, and Captain Mike had secured his small office for the night, and as he and I walked to his pickup truck, my cock throbbed with anticipation of the coming events, if you will forgive the small pun. We climbed aboard, and drove out of the resort, entering the hiway, where we headed toward Captain Mikes home, and once he was settled into the light traffic, he smiled at me, and asked, "Is that pretty penis of yours still hard, Brian?" Well, it was, of course, but even if hadn't been, that amazing question would have certainly made it instantly hard, and I felt my cheeks go hot, as I nodded my head, and sheepishly squeaked out a small "yes." Still beaming at me, he nodded, and calmly said, "Excellent....great....let me see it, then, please Brian." Fuck! Just like that....? I wondered, as I looked over at him, not totally sure that I had heard what I just heard. "Um.....you mean.....um.....here.....um.....now...I should....?" I managed to croak, my voice suddenly deciding to crack. He chuckled, again nodding his head, and replied, "Yes, exactly......here, and now....I'd very much enjoy looking at your pretty cock, if you would like to show me." Holy shit, he is totally serious, I realized, as my blood boiled through my body, and my cock felt like a granite pole in my shorts. I glanced over at him once more, then, feeling slightly silly, and a whole bunch excited, I opened the front of my shorts, and pushed them, and my undies, down under my balls, letting my rock hard dick stand straight up off my groin. It bounced a little, then settled, pretty much pointed right at me, and I saw the smooth head shining with the wetness of my leaking precum. Looking timidly over at Captain Ron, I saw his tongue pass over his lips a few times, as he glanced back and forth between my boner, and the road. "Thank you, Brian..." he said, as if I'd just passed him the potatoes, or something, then added, "I'd like you to just slip the shorts all the way off, please, if you would." "Uh....be naked...? I squeaked. "Exactly right..." he answered, "after all, I am going to ask you to jack off for me, and cum, as well, and we don't want to soil your clothes, do we?" Well, of course not, I thought, silly me.....as I eagerly slid the shorts and undies to my feet, and kicked them free. Oh man, how freeking bizarre, and hot, is this. I wondered......cooly tooling along the road, naked, and hard, next to a man older than my Dad. Jeez! "Oh Brian!" he purred, "I am so lucky to have met you....your body is just perfect....so lean, and smooth....hardly a hair on you....and, your penis....sweet boy cock....beautiful....just totally beautiful.....now please, Son...play with it for me...stroke it, and let me see that creamy boy cum squirt!" Much as it amazed me, this little scene had me totally going, and I gripped my rigid stick like it was something I did every day, finding a good rhythm, and calmly jacking off, while the man watched me between hurried glimpses at the road. Pretty damn cool, I decided, and, if he didn't drive us into a freeking tree in the process, I suddenly knew that I was going to probably seriously slime the inside of his truck, so freeking hot I had suddenly become to have him see me shoot off. I continued to work it, the precum endless now, and I used my other hand to tug at my balls as he asked, and in no time, my load was on the way to daylight. My hips bucked on the slick seat of the truck, and my back arched, pushing my cock into my fist, as my nuts went tight, and I erupted, the first jet of creamy cum flying from the slit in my cock head, and splattering over the dashboard in front of me. The second rope ejected, and then the third, and fourth, as I grunted in cadence with each ejaculation. My legs were streaked with the stuff, and the remaining little drizzles kind of oozed out, and ran down over the back of my hand, as I sagged against the seat, my head spinning from the force, and excitement, of the orgasm. "Excellent, Brian....oh yea....damned fine load, too.....well done, boy.....very well done!" Captain Ron enthused, his eyes spending more time taking in the copious results of my effort, than actually driving the truck. "Taste is, Son...." he urged, and I cringed slightly at the suggestion, never actually having thought of such a thing, but, as he continued to urge me, my natural curiosity took over, and I lifted the back of my hand to my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, lapping up a large pool of my thick, warm semen, and running it into my mouth. A little bitter, and salty, were the first words that ran through my mind, as I smacked my mouth, savoring the strange texture, and slickness of the stuff, and I looked sheepishly at Captain Ron, who was grinning like he had just been told he won the lottery, as he nodded his head up and down. "You are such a good boy, Brian....perfect....and we are going to have a night to remember, you and me, very definitely, a night to remember." Well, I thought, he has that nailed, big time, it had already been a time I wasn't likely to ever forget, and hell, we weren't even to his home yet! (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com