Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2013 09:35:12 -0800 (PST) From: John Subject: The Mud Humper - Part 5 Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains graphic sex between a teenage boy and an adult man. However, the author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you're supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else to wank off to. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else to read. If you're looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it ... well actually, this one pretty much is, I guess. LOL Copyright AmateurishWriter 2013 - The author retains the copyright for this story. Reproducing and/or placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. 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I could feel his warm breath on my upper back as he too was awakened. Then the loud noise came again followed by a groggy boy's groan, "Wassat?" "Fog horn." I mumbled in response. "Why's it so loud?" I gently rolled onto my back. "The horn is right here at the Coast Guard station and it has to be heard miles out at sea." He pulled his pillow over his head and the horn sounded again. ************************ Author's Note: Here's a link to a similar sounding fog horn: http://www.sanpedro.com/sounds/foghorn.wav ************************ I fumbled on the shelf for my watch. It was 5:21 a.m. so I quietly crawled out of the bunk and went aft to open up the companionway and hatch to look out. The early pre-dawn light revealed a thick gray fog so thick that I could just make out Travis' boat 50 yards away. I hate fog but, at the same time, it was mysteriously beautiful. I thought of Carl Sandburg's poem, "Fog:" The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. I hoped that it would move on quickly because I wanted to as well. The next night's harbor was one of my favorites and I didn't want the fog to keep us from moving on so I could show it to Brox. I stepped down off the companionway steps and slid the hatch closed. Then I went back to the head to brush my teeth. I could see water drops in the sink and figured that Brox had just been there. I peed, washed my hands and brushed my teeth. Then I climbed back into the forward v-berth. Brox had already returned and was lying on his right side in the middle of the bunk. I climbed in next to him and lay down on my back. The fog horn continued to blow loudly. He slid his hand across my chest as he snuggled up to my side. "I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. We never had our cums." I slipped my left arm under his neck and around him. He rested his head on my shoulder and moved his left leg over mine. I could feel his boner against my side and I got hard. "That's okay sweetie." I kissed the top of his head. "Just cuddling with my boy makes me happy and feels very nice." The fog horn blew again and we both jumped a little. Brox giggled, "It's not easy getting sexy with that thing tooting so loud." Kissing the top of his head again, I said, "I think it is rather romantic lying here all cozy with the boy I love." He moved his head so he could look up at me and stretched up so he could kiss me on the lips. After, he pulled back and whispered, "I love you too." Then he turned around so his back was to me my pulling on my right arm. I was curious as to what he had in mind. He pulled on my arm some more and I realized that he wanted me to snuggle up behind him. Spooning this way is one of my favorite things and I loved the feel of his warm smooth round bum against me, my chest to his back and my nose in his hair. My left arm was under Brox's neck so his head rested on it. He gathered my right arm around him and sighed contentedly. He moved a little to adjust our position so my hardon was where he liked, fitting nicely along the crevice between his buns. "Mmmmmmm," Brox sighed. "You feel so good back there." I reached down and lifted his butt cheek a little and my hardon settled down between his buns a bit more. My cock throbbed. "That's even better." He giggled. I humped against him gently and he pushed back. I reached over him and took hold of his boner, moving my hand slowly. I was getting really turned on. Every once in a while he'd shift a little. He eased his hips forward a bit, move up a little and then settled back. I knew how he loved the feeling of me back there and what position he was trying to get us into. Finally, he just reached back and moved the head of my cock down so it pointed between his cheeks. That's when I noticed that he'd found the tube of KY. He must have used some while I was brushing my teeth. My hardon slipped easily between his buns and nestled against his pucker. I tensed, determined not to push even though my own instincts were screaming for me to. "Sweetie," I spoke into his ear. "I really don't think you're ready for this." He turned his head a little trying to look back at me. "Please John. Let's at least try? I just know that having you inside me is what I want." My resistance began to crumble. I began to gently push, just a tiny bit. I thought that maybe I'd cum before I lost all control and entered him. I really didn't want to hurt the boy. Then I felt the ring of his hole relax and open up a little. My cock started to enter him. I froze and pulled it back. "Oh please don't stop!" He pleaded. "But I don't want to hurt you Brox." "It doesn't hurt. It feels awesome. It felt so good when you finger fucked me and then when you put the rubber hot dog in me. Now I really want you in me, to fuck, ah, make love to me." "If you're sure Brox." "Yes, I'm sure. This is exactly what I've dreamed of." He pleaded again. "Please John, I want to feel you inside me. I want you to cum inside me. Please." "Okay. I really want to make love to you too, to be inside you sweetie." "Mmmmm, I love you calling me sweetie." "Well, you are a sweetie." I whispered as I leaned over and kissed his cheek. Then he wiggled his butt and pushed back. I felt the tip of my cock press the tight ring of his hole again. Then it opened and slipped over the head. "Oh wow." I groaned in pleasure as I felt his tightness and the heat if his insides. "Push in more. I doesn't hurt." He moaned. I slid my hand down over his hip and lifted his cheek. Then I slowly continued to ease into him as he pushed back. The KY was working well. My cock was engulfed in his hot tight little body and I could feel the round softness of his bum pressing against me. I couldn't get any more inside him. It had been a long time since I had made love to a boy. I wanted it to last. I wrapped my arm around him again and moved my right leg over his legs. My cock throbbed. "Oh cool." Brox whispered. "Make it jump inside me like that again." I did and he giggled. Then I pulled almost all the way out and he groaned, "Oh no. Put it back in." I gave him a slow but firm thrust and he moaned, "Oh God! Do that again." When I pushed in I noticed his boner throb. "You boner seems to like it." I whispered in his ear and then kissed him there. "Oh yeah, it does." He moaned. "Each time you push back in your boner rubs something that feels awesome." "You like that I guess?" I teased and stopped. "Yes, yes. I love it. Why did you stop?" "'Cause I don't want to cum yet. Then it will be over. I love it too." "Oh yeah, I never want it to end. I wish you could be inside me all the time." I giggled. "Or you inside me." "Wow! You'd let me do that?" "Sure sweetie." I answered and began to move inside him again. "Are you going to cum soon? I want to feel you cum in me." "Yes, soon." "Oh John. Oh yeah," he moaned. I continued to move in him slowly. "Oh God. Oh, fuck me John. I want your cum inside me. Oh God John." He moaned and groaned with each thrust. It was so hot knowing he so loved me inside him. I could feel his butt cheeks pressing against me and my cock thickened. "I'm going to cum Brox. Oh man, I'm gonna shoot inside you my love." My dick swelled and throbbed. "Oh God! I can feel it. Oh John. I'm gonna cum too!" With that he tensed, shuddered his boner began to twitch. I felt his muscles inside grip my cock. I stopped hunching into his butt and held still deep inside him as he finished his cum. That's when I felt the wetness on my hand. I let go of his still rock hard cock and moved my hand up to my face, sniffed it and then licked it. "That was the best cum I ever had," Brox moaned. "It even felt like I peed a little." "No you didn't pee sweetie," I giggled. "You really shot some cum." I reached my hand around so he could look. "Oh wow!" He exclaimed. As he looked at his first cum in my hand, I realized that it was full light out and I could hear someone over on Travis' boat. I gently withdrew from Brox and he moaned in complaint. I was surprised to realize that I was still quite hard. Brox rolled over to face me, then he slid up beside me with his chin on my chest. "That was awesome! Can we do it again soon?" I giggled. "Fine by me. You're one hot, sexy boy." He looked happy. I could hear people talking now so I got up on my knees in the bunk and opened the hatch right above us. Then I stood up in the opening so my head, neck and arms were out in the air. The fog had thinned a lot and was clearly going to be all gone with in a half hour or so. Travis and his Dad were mopping the dew off their deck in preparation for leaving on their long haul home. I looked down at Brox and told him what I could see. He threw off the blanket and said, "I wanna see too." A moment later he squeezed up into the hatch in front of me. It was a close fit and my front was right up against his back. My cock, still almost fully hard, was reviving. I couldn't believe it. I'd just cum and was almost up for it again. Brox could feel it and he looked up over his shoulder at me with a sly grin. Then he dropped down out of the hatch for a moment and then returned to stand in front of me. This time he was taller and I looked down. He was standing on the folded up woolen blanket. Wiggling his buns against my now fully hard cock, he whispered. "John? Put it in me again?" I almost choked. "Out here?" He giggled. "No one will know." Then he reached back with both hands and I felt him spread his cheeks. I couldn't say no and moaned softly as I slid back into his tight warmth. "Oh God Brox. You feel so good." He leaned forward with his elbows on the edge of the hatch opening and I stayed standing straight up. Most anyone seeing us would just see a man and his boy, presumably his son, enjoying an early morning look around. But I was quickly reminded what was really happening as Brox moved ever so slightly making my cock move in him. Then he squeezed down on my cock and I gasped. Travis, up on the bow of his boat getting ready to pull up their anchor must have heard. "Morning!" He called over and waved. Brox giggled again and called out, "Hi Travis. Getting ready to leave?" This made him move against me again and I stifled another gasp. This was beyond hot. "Yeah," Travis called back. "We have a long haul today." I was thinking of other things as the boy was looking over and moved my hand to Brox's boner. When I wrapped my fingers around it he gasped and straightened up. Travis must have heard and glanced up from his task with a funny look on his young face. "We better go back down before he figures out what's going on." I whispered to Brox. "Ooohhhhh," he moaned. "This is so hot."
 I didn't give the lad a choice. "Have a safe trip Travis!" I called out and then slipped down into the cabin pulling out of Brox. "Ooooohhhhh," He moaned in complaint. As I looked up I saw him wave to Travis and call out. "See ya'" Brox knelt down on the bunk and gave me a look of disappointment. "That was so fun. Why'd you have to stop?" I gently moved him so he was lying on his back. "Because Travis was getting curious and besides, I wanted to make love to you properly." I moved to kneel between his legs. "Lift your legs up sweetie." He did and spread them, understanding right away what I wanted. "Oh man. This way we can kiss while you're inside me." I leaned over him, resting my weight on my left hand and guiding my cock into him. He groaned in the renewed pleasure as my balls settled against his butt. I moved my hands under his arms and up to grip him behind his shoulders. Then I leaned in and kissed him as I began to slowly fuck him. He wrapped his arms around me and locked his ankles behind my back. We rocked back and forth as we kissed and moaned and made slow love. It took me a while as this would be my second cum but he seemed to love every minute of it. We gasped out I love you's a few times and then he suddenly went ridged and groaned, "Cuming." I felt his butt grip on my cock and that sent me off. I held deep inside him as I throbbed and gave him my second cum of the morning. Still holding that position, with me deep in him, we slowly caught our breaths and kissed one more time. "That was amazing John." He sighed. I rose up as I slowly pulled out of him. When I looked down at him I smiled and pointed. "Looks like my love is definitely no longer having dry cums." He lifted his head and looked. There was a small dribble of watery boy cum on his abdomen and some on his still semi-hard cock. He grinned and touched the puddle, taking some with a finger, sniffing it and nodding. Then he licked it off his finger with a grin. "Yup! That's cum." I lowered my head to the puddle and licked it up. "Yum." I chuckled. Then I took his cock in my mouth and gave it a little suck and released it. "That's a yum too." There was a proud look on the boy's face. "I can make babies now!" However, he quickly added, "not that I'll ever want to." I laughed and lay down beside him. He snuggled up to my side with my arm around him and rested his head on my shoulder. ______________________________ Chapter Twenty-one - A Sail and a Picnic We lay quietly for a few minutes, then he moved his head to look up at me and asked, "what's for breakfast?" I had to chuckle inside. After two rather momentous experiences in his young life, losing his anal virginity and having his first wet cum, all he can think of is food. Typical boy. I chuckled out loud. "What?' he asked. "Oh, I'll explain later. Now, let's get up and explore the ice box." "Good!" He jumped up. "'Cause I'm starved!" I followed his cute bouncing buns aft to the galley and we rummaged through the ice box. There was a quart of orange juice, a small egg carton with four eggs, a small package of bacon and whole wheat bread and English muffins for toasting. After a hearty breakfast, I had Brox start in on washing the dishes while I put on a pair of shorts and headed on deck to mop up any left over dew from the now departed fog. The sun had come out in full force and there was a nice breeze filling in from the southwest. It would be a great sail out to the next island where we'd spend Saturday night. Just as I finished up mopping, Brox came up the companionway. "Ah! There's my handsome tanned boy in all his glory filling out that fine skimpy yellow and blue speedo!" The boy was a vision as he stood there grinning. "All finished. The dishes are in the drainer John. So, what's next?" "Good lad." I patted him on the back and let my hand slide down over his shoulder blades. "I'll come down, dry and stow them while you plot your courses. C'mom and I'll show you where on your chart." At the nav station I pointed out the small rocky island where we were headed and the two buoys that Brox would have to use as course markers. As I dried the dishes and put them away, the lad worked out his plots. Then, looking closely at the island he asked, is this a popular overnight harbor John?" "No, not really." I explained. "There might be one or two small fisherman spending the night but rarely do others come here as there's not much of a beach." "Then why are we going there?" "Well, because it's quite pretty, in a remote sort of way, and I know a few scenic spots ashore there. We'll get there by a little after noon and I thought that we could make a picnic lunch and have it on the island."
 He looked confused. "How will we get a picnic ashore without a dingy?" "Ah," I raised my finger motioning for him to hold that thought. "Be right back." I went and rummaged in a cubby under a bunk and produced a waterproof duffle. "We can pack our lunch, beach towels and whatever, in here and swim it ashore. We just have to be sure to bring back all our trash." "Oh cool!" He looked excited. "Okay then." I hung up the dish towel to dry. "I'm done here. If you're done, let's get underway." We climbed up on deck and I got the motor going. Then, with Brox instructed on how to maneuver, I went forward, raised the anchor and got it cleaned and secured on deck. Then, after we cleared the harbor buoy, we got the sails up and the boat onto the boy's plotted course. As we settled on a starboard beam reach I complimented Brox once again on his navigation. "The course looks right on kiddo. Good job." "Thanks," he beamed. The breeze was a fresh 10 to 12 knots. We were heeling over enough so that I had to sit up on the windward rail, steering with my left hand. Brox looked a bit disappointed that he couldn't fit in front of me in his usual position. Finally he found that he could sit on the cockpit seat just below me and between my knees. Then, on occasion, he could lean his head back into my lap and rub the back of it against my growing hardon. I chuckled. "What?" He asked. "Oh nothing," I giggled again and, with my free right hand, I lovingly caressed his cheek and tousled his hair. Then I suggested, "put your left hand on the wheel next to mine." He looked back at me and then at the wheel, placing his hand on it. "Like that?" "Yes, good. Now, can you see the jib?" "Yes." "Okay. Than watch closely as I explain how to steer by the sails instead of the compass." I showed him how the jib would luff if he steered up too much, too close to the wind and showed him how to avoid steering to far down or away from the wind. He caught on quickly as the sail would show him the right course. Then I explained how to take a quick glance, once in a while, at the compass to make sure he was keeping close to the plotted course. Once I was confident in his being able to do the job, I took my hand off the wheel. After another 5 or 10 minutes I got up. "John!" He gave me a startled look. "Where're you going?" "Oh," I smiled. "I thought I'd go take a nap." "Huh!" He looked almost panicked. "But, what if I get in trouble?" I grinned. "I'm just teasing sweetie. You're doing a great job. I thought I'd go below and put together lunch and pack the duffle. That way we'll have more time on the island." "Oh." He still looked nervous. "Besides," I chuckled. "Once you see where we'll be for the picnic, I'm sure you'll be glad we have plenty of time." "But, but ..." "No buts sweetie ... well, maybe one, a cute one." I giggled again and went below. Once below I called back up. "Want a soda?" "N ... no, not right now." He sounded nervous. "Don't worry kiddo. Just call me if you really have a problem." In the galley I found stuff for sandwiches for lunch. That, cold drinks in a small soft cooler and even the cookies, would fit easily in the duffle. But I left them in the icebox to pack at the last minute. Then I packed in the duffle, a beach blanket, shirts for each of us, towels, sunscreen and other things that I thought we might need. With that all prepared I returned on deck and sat across the cockpit from Brox. He glanced at me tensely. "You seem to be doing just fine sweetie." "I can't steer the course and keep the sails set right." He complained. "Let's have a look." I went around behind the wheel and checked the compass. Then I looked forward and to starboard and saw the buoy a couple miles away and to windward. "You're doing fine Brox. The wind has gone a little more south as we got further offshore. That's to be expected and you handled it properly." "But we're off course." "That's okay. Try steering a little more to starboard and I'll trim in the sails." I went back around the wheel to port to trim the jib first. I cranked in the jib sheet winch slowly. "Let me know when you are steering at the buoy." "Okay." He called out. "I'm on it." I finished trimming the jib and then trimmed the mainsail. "That should hold us for a while." He pointed at the compass. "I could see that we were getting off course and was about to call you. Are you sure I didn't wait too long?" "Nope." I said. "But you were right to be thinking about calling me. However, I could tell by the shadows down below that you were steering a little to port." "Shadows? Really?" He asked. "Yup. You'll learn these things as we sail more." I came over a sat by him, patting his knee. "I think you really are a natural at this Brox." "Thanks," He grinned. "It's a lot of fun, even when it's kind of scary too." "Yeah, well, we'll try to limit the scary parts like that squall a couple weeks ago. That was my mistake." "I gotta pee. Okay if I go below a minute?" He asked. "No need to go below kiddo. Just pee over the side." "Really? What if I fall in?" I pointed forward. "See the stays holding up the mast?" "Yeah." "Well, their proper name is shrouds. You go and lean on one. Kind of put it in front of your right shoulder with your right arm around it, brace your knees against the lifelines, then pull out your dick and pee. Be careful and you'll get the idea." "Okay." I took over the wheel and he started forward on the starboard side which was the windward side. "Ah, Brox?" I called after him. He turned, holding onto the lifeline. "What?" "You plan on peeing into the wind?" "Huh?" He turned and looked to windward. "Try spitting?" He did and flinched. Then he turned to look back at me laughing. "I see what you mean." I watched as he climbed down to the low leeward side and lean up against the shroud. It took him a minute to get balanced and confident enough to pull out his penis but then he let go a good strong stream. Naturally, being a boy, he had to play a bit moving his stream about the waves the hull was making. When he was done he shook it off, put it away and looked back at me with a grin. Then he carefully made his way back. "That was fun." He said. "I guess we didn't do that on the last overnight because there was a girl onboard. "Yup. One of the advantages of being men and boys." He came back and settled down in front of me between my knees. "How much time to the buoy?" He asked. "Looks like maybe 20 minutes." I guessed. "We'll have to turn more to starboard and into the wind to get to the harbor. We could take a few tacks to get there but that's a lot of work and it's just a short way, so I think we'll motor. That okay with you?" "Sure. I'm getting hungry and it's almost noon." We rounded the buoy about 25 minutes later, started the motor and dropped the sails. Then Brox asked to steer and he put us on the course to the harbor. He wanted me to stand behind him like he likes but I had to go forward to ready the anchor. About 15 minutes later we were safely anchored about 75 feet from the rocky shore. There wasn't another boat in the small harbor. I went below and took the lunch and drinks from the icebox and put them in the duffle. With that on deck and the swim ladder in place, I went below and switched my shorts for my swimsuit. Back on deck, with the cabin locked, I explained to Brox that we'd swim ashore towing the waterproof duffle. He pointed to the shore. "It's all high rock. How do we get up?" I pointed to a crevice a little to our left. "There's a small gap there with a metal ladder in it that someone built. It's drilled into the granite. You can just see the top up higher. Just be careful of the barnacles." "We gotta bring a dingy next time." Brox declared. "Okay, but it slows the boat down." I explained. "Go ahead and jump in. Then I'll hand you the duffle." Once the lad had the duffle, I jumped in and we set out for the shore and the ladder. The barnacles weren't bad and, after a few awkward moments, we were up on the rounded granite rock face. "Where to from here?" Brox asked. "There's a path over there and it will take us up that short hill there to the right." We set out, each carrying one end of the duffle. ___________________________ Chapter Twenty-two - A Meadow Lark It wasn't far and as we squeezed through between some beach plumb bushes Brox actually gasped. "It's awesome. Look at the view and it's all a small short grassy meadow. Nice!" We walked over to the edge. It was a rock cliff that looked down on our boat from about a hundred feet up. We could see the water beyond the harbor and almost clear back a good 10 miles, nearly to the island we'd spent the night at last night. I dropped the duffle and took out the big beach blanket and spread it out just a little back from the edge. We had pretty much dried off but I took out the a towel so we could dry completely. Then I laid out our lunch. We sat down on the blanket and enjoyed our picnic, again thanks to Brox's Mom. After our lunch things were picked-up and put away Brox got up and walked around the meadow looking in all directions. When He came back to where I was sitting enjoying the view, he announced, "This place is really private." I looked about and then said, "Yeah, I've never seen anyone else up here when I've come to this harbor." The boy grinned at me and quickly slid off his speedo. He was already half hard. "Let go naked!" I watched as his cock grew to full hardness. "I must admit that the thought has occurred to me before." He pranced about for a minute or two, his boner bouncing delightfully as he did. "C'mom John! Get naked with me!" I laughed and stood up. I was already hard just watching my gorgeously sexy boy. My swim suit fell to the blanket and I walked around a bit. I felt a little silly but wouldn't say so to the boy. I returned the the blanket and the boy walked up to me, wrapping his arms around me. "Let's get sexy. It will be so hot out here." He suggested. "It's very romantic, I think." I kissed the top of his head. The boy pulled my head down and kissed me slowly. I kissed him back and went down with him onto the blanket. We hugged and ground our groins together. Then he began to kiss and lick his way down my chest. "Oh Brox," I moaned. "That is so hot." He licked all around my nipples and sucked on them a little. Then he headed down further. "I love all your hair John." His tongue found the head of my cock and he licked some pre-cum off. "And I love the taste of your boner." I reached for him and got him to move around so we could sixty-nine. I licked around his balls and along the length of his boner. There was a tiny drop of pre-cum on the tip. I licked it off and took him in. He groaned at the pleasure. In response, he returned to my cock and licked up the shaft and put his lips over it. He took as much in as he could and began to suck. His fingers fiddled with my balls and even fingered my hole a little. Then he pulled off my cock and moaned, "Some day I'd like to make love to you like you did to me this morning." He whispered. "Can I?" I let his dick slip from my mouth. "Would you like to now?" He sat up. "Really? Now?" "Yes sweetie." I smiled up at him. "I'd like that a lot." I reached into the duffle and pulled out the lube. Now he looked a bit nervous. "What do I do?" "Well, what position would you like?" He thought a moment then grinned. "Like when you fuck ... er, made love to me this morning. That way I can see it go in and we can watch each other and kiss too." "I like your thinking." I chuckled. I pulled the duffle over so I could rest my head on it and watch. Then I rolled onto my back and raised and spread my legs. "Oh wow." Brox said as he knelt behind me. He squeezed some lube on his fingers and smoothed some on my butt and around my hole. "Put some on your middle finger and slide it in me." I watched as he hesitated and then tried putting his finger in my hole. It resisted as was it's natural reaction. "It wont let me. When I try it squeezes my finger out." "That's it's natural reaction," I explained. "Get more lube and try again with more pressure." This time he succeeded and got his finger in to the second knuckle. "It's tight and warm in there, and all gushy." He said. I grinned. "If you think it feels warm, wait until you get that boner of yours inside me." He finger fucked me for a few moments and finally pulled out. Then he looked down at his rock hard boner. "Do you think I'm big enough John?" I smiled up at him as he looked at me. "Absolutely sweetie. You have a great cock and I think that your balls are big for your age. Putting that boner in me will feel great." He still looked nervous but took some more lube and applied it to his cock. "Oh man," he moaned. "I'm so hot I'm close to cuming." "Take a minute to use the towel to clean off your hands. That should calm you down a bit." I watched as he did and he seemed to relax a little. He must have remembered how I kneeled over him and put my hand by his side and used the other to guide my cock to his hole or, it was just natural instinct, because he did the same and I felt the tip of his boner touch my butt. He gave a gentle push but the tip slipped up. I giggled. "Try again a bit lower Brox." He looked at me and then back down, concentration all over his face. This time the tip slipped down. "Agh!" he grunted in frustration. "Keep trying. Some where in between." He did and this time I could tell he was right on target. With a gentle push I felt him start to open me up. With a little bit more of a push, his head popped in. "Oh Wow!" He gasped and looked at me. "I'm in you and it feels awesome." "Push in more my love." He looked up at me again and then back down. As he applied more pressure I felt him slide into me and then I felt his balls against my butt. "Oh my God! I'm all the way inside you and it's so hot in there." I could see him gulp and hold his breath trying not to cum but it was too new and hot an experience for him and he shuddered and I could feel his cock throb inside me. "Oh God! I'm cuming! I'm cuming in you John." His hips held tight against me as he continued to shudder with pleasure. Slowly, he let himself lay down on my chest. I held him as he came down from his cum. After a minute I heard a gentle sob. "What's the matter Brox?" "I ... I didn't do it good." He moaned. I rubbed his back gently. "What do you mean? You did fine." "But, I came so quick, I didn't give you much pleasure." I lifted his chin so I could look him in the eye. "It was awesome for me sweetie. Besides, you're still hard inside me. Wait a few minutes and maybe you can get off again. I'll love every minute of your trying." It was kind of nice lying there out of doors, in the sun, with a gentle breeze cooling our bodies. I ran my hands up and down the boy's back as best I could with my legs wrapped around him and my ankles crossed at the small of his back. Occasionally he'd kiss me but mostly he just rested his head on my chest. A few minutes later I felt his boner twitch a little inside me and he giggled. He looked at me and moved his hips back a tiny bit and pushed in again. "Mmmmmmm, feels nice," I whispered. "And more romantic." He smiled. "I guess it wasn't very romantic when I was first trying to put it in." I giggled. "Maybe not but it sure was hot to watch you. It was very sexy." He gave me one of his very hot wet kisses and then raised up on his arms and started to fuck me with more enthusiasm. "God this is hot," he gasped. Our breathing was getting faster and heavier and I was really turned on watching the look of lust building on my sweet boy's face. His mouth was part way open as he panted and arched his back. I reached up to pull him down to kiss me. After a couple of passionate wet kisses I whispered in his ear, "Your tummy rubbing on my cock is going to make me cum." He stayed hugging me with his hands gripping me from under my arms as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He seemed almost possessed and began to make that cute squeaking noise that he does as he gets close to cuming. I was close to cuming myself and, as he kissed me again, I grunted and began to throb and shoot a huge load between us. The squeezing of my butt muscles pushed him over the edge and he made one more strong thrust deep into me and as his heavy boy balls bounced against my ass he reared up on his arms and let out a huge grunt from his little body. "Oh John! Oh, I'm cuming." He grunted again. "Oh my God!" Finally, with a soft gasp for breath, he collapsed on my chest. Slowly, I let my legs down and his barely softening cock slipped from me. I gently rolled him off me and he snuggled up to my side. I pulled over the beach towel that he'd used to clean his hands and covered us just below the waist to avoid sunburn to areas that were usually covered by shorts or swim suits. Then I lay back with my arm around him and cuddled him close so he could rest his head on my shoulder. "I love you John," he mumbled softly. "I love you too my sweet boy." I caressed his check. We lay there in the sun for a while and maybe dozed off. I wasn't sure but it was a wonderful time, just enjoying being there, so close and peaceful. ________________________________________________ Chapter Twenty-three - A Clear Night and a Delightful Sail Home I don't know how long it had been but soon realized that I could hear the low soft rumble of diesel engines. Then, a couple minutes later came the rattling sound of chain and the rev of diesels in reverse. A fishing trawler had come in and was anchoring. It was time for us to get up, put our swim suits back on and head back to the boat. "Brox?" I gave him a gentle nudge. "A trawler just came in so we have to get moving." "Ooooohhhhh," he moaned. "I know sweetie but we have to get cleaned up and our swimsuits on in case they come ashore." "Okaaay," he moaned again and rolled onto his back. "But can we come here again?" I sat up. "Sure but there are other harbors I'd love to show you." "That'd be nice but I want to come here again too," he said as he sat up. "I want you to make love to me here. Like ... like ..." I looked over at him and he was almost blushing. "Like what sweetie." "Like it can be our special place." Then he really did blush. "Oh, that is so sweet." I pushed him back down and smothered him with a big kiss and then teased, "My boy IS a romantic for sure." Giggling, he pushed me away. We pulled on our swim suits, gathered our stuff together and repacked the duffle. Once back down the path at the ladder down to the water, Brox suggested that we could jump as it was only 6 or 8 feet below us. I knew, from past experience, that it was deep enough so I agreed. Brox jumped first with a loud whoop. Then I dropped the duffle to him and jumped after it. As we arrived at the boat I suggested to him that we try to rinse off and residue of out sexy activities. My butt still felt a bit lubed up. With that done I climbed up first so I could lift up the duffle from Brox. Then he hesitated. "What's up kiddo?" I asked. He was looking over at the two men working on the fishing trawler. "They'll see my speedo." I almost laughed but caught myself. I didn't want to add to his reticence. "Remember? All the boys wearing them at the country club." I reminded him. He looked up at me and then back at the trawler. "Oh, yeah. I guess maybe they wont notice." He climbed up the ladder as fast as he could and dashed below, dripping all over everything. Seeing that, I did chuckle and tossed him the unused towel from the duffle. "Here speedo boy. Dry off with this and then dry off where you dripped." He looked back at all the water. "Oh, sorry." "It's okay. Toss me a fresh towel from the head please?" He got one for me and I dried off on deck, dried up my own drippings and went below with the duffle. I unpacked the duffle and a dried off Brox stripped off his speedo and tossed it back on deck along with the towel. He grinned as he saw me admiring his nakedness. I grinned back. "You know sweetie, you really are quite nice to look at naked." "You are too." He said as he reached over and pulled my suit's draw string and stripped the suit off me. I stepped out of it and he tossed it on deck with the other stuff. Then he rubbed my hairy belly. "What time is it?" "Why do you ask you randy little devil you?" I chuckled and looked at my watch. "It's about 3 o'clock." He laughed. "Is that all you think I have on my mind?" I pointed at his rising boner. "Well?" "I can't help that, it has a mind of it's own." He grinned. "I was thinking about being hungry." "Oh," I mumbled. "Come to think of it, I'm kind of hungry too. Let's see what we have for snacks." I found a bag of chips, which he snatched up, and some cheese. I got out some crackers and a knife, along with a soda for Brox and a beer for me. Then we both put on some shorts and climbed back up on deck. Before I sat down, I hung up our towels and swim suits, being careful to hang the lad's speedo on the other side of the boat from the fishing trawler. We sat there enjoying our snacks and drinks while watching the men working on the fishing trawler. It looked like they were trying to fix something on one of their outriggers. After a while Brox got up to go below. "Where you headed sweetie?" I asked. "To get my book." He replied. "Book?" "Yeah." He sounded a little defensive. I smiled to myself. "Could you get mine too please? It's on the shelf." In a minute he returned and handed me my book. I looked over at his and saw that it was a UFO book with a flying saucer on the cover. "I believe in UFO's, do you?" I asked.
 "You do?" He looked surprised. "My Dad thinks I'm dumb for believing in them." "Well, I know you're not dumb. Do you know who Carl Sagan is?" "Sure. He's a famous astronomer." "Yes, and he just wrote the book 'Contact.' It's about radio astronomers who get an intelligent communication from another star system." "Oh cool! I'll have to read it." "Yes, I think you'll like it a lot but you may be disappointed that he's doubtful that UFO's are visiting aliens. However, he does believe that there is intelligent life out there. Otherwise, as one of the characters in his story says; 'If it is just us ... seems like an awful waste of space.'" We continued to chat about UFO's, space and life out there and ignored our books. We lost track of time and the sudden roar of diesels starting up and the rattle of anchor chain caught us by surprise. The men on the fishing trawler had evidently made their repairs and were headed back out to fish. That meant that we had the harbor to ourselves, at least for the time being. Brox immediately got up and shucked off his shorts and sat back down. I looked over at him as he did this and then kept looking. "What?" He sheepishly asked. "I like being naked outside. Maybe I'll be a nudist when I grow up." I laughed, stood, took my shorts off as well and sat back down again. Now he looked at me but I just smiled at him and picked up my book. We read quietly for a while. Soon I noticed it was getting cooler and I looked at my watch. It was close to 5 o'clock. I put my book down with the idea of going below to see what was for supper when Brox set his book aside too and got up. I thought maybe he was chilly or had to take a leak. He must have been chilly though because he came over and settled down between my legs and leaned back on me, taking my arms and wrapping them around him. We both boned up right away as I slowly rubbed his tummy. "You getting hungry for supper sweetie?" He gently shook his head. "No, but soon, maybe. I'm just a little chilly." "Yeah, it will be cooler out here tonight." "Mmmmmmm, sounds nice for snuggling up in the forward bunk." "I was thinking of a nice quiet evening sitting in the main cabin reading my book." I teased. "You're just so mean." He whined back at me. I awkwardly slid us down so I was flat on my back. "Turn over sweetie. I need a kiss." He got up and as he did I brought my legs together. He kneeled on the cushion straddling my legs and lay down on my chest so we could kiss. His boner was pressed against my stomach. His beautiful round buns were within easy reach and I gently ran my hands over them. Because he was straddling me they were slightly spread and I could feel the curve of his crack and down to his tight pucker. He felt delicious and tasted so as we kissed softly. He broke the kiss and nuzzled his face into my neck. I continued to caress his buns. "I love the feel of your buns." I whispered into his ear. "Just my buns?" He giggled. "I love the feel of all of you and I love to look at you naked, anytime. But right now, your buns just feel so nice and I love feeling them." He giggled but didn't say anything. I giggled back. "And I love looking at them too." I lifted my head straining to see them over his shoulder. "You're just a dirty old man." He chuckled. "Yes, I know and you love me for it." He raised his head. "Yup, I do. Knowing I make you hot makes me hot." I grinned. "I think I'll buy you a tight pair of white short shorts with no pockets in back." Now he laughed. "You are so strange John." "Well, think about it. They'll show off your buns really nice." He giggled more. "I'd not be caught dead in public in shorts like that." "I know. But, it's a nice picture in my mind." Just then his stomach growled. "Sounds like you're stomach is telling you something." "Yeah, I guess I am kind of hungry." Reluctantly, he got up and the two of us followed our boners below to see what was in the ice box for supper. Brox wrapped up in a blanket and sat in the nav station looking over his charting of the past two days and watched as I rummaged in the ice box. I found two rather large chicken pot pies. "How's chicken pot pie sound?" I asked. "Mmmmmm, yum." He replied. "I love chicken pot pie." "I guess your Mom knows that as they're nice big ones." I said as I primed and lit the stove to heat them up. "There's some cheese and crackers here too. Want a snack?" "Yes, please. Is there a soda in there too?" "Yup." I grabbed one and handed it to the lad. Then I took out a beer out for me. I went and sat on the settee berth and waited for the pot pies to warm. As they did, the cabin warmed up too, followed shortly by a young boy who got up, dropped his blanket to the cabin sole, revealing his smooth nakedness, and came over to stand in front of me. I looked up and smiled. "What?" He turned his back to me. "I thought you might like to look at my buns." Then he giggled. I was looking and admiring. I turned him sideways, explaining, "The side view shows off the nice roundness of you bum." I ran my hand over the curve and watched as his boyhood filled and rose to full hardness. I smiled up at him, "It also allows me to watch as your beautiful cock gets hard." The boy turned to face me. "Make me cum John, Please?" I placed my hands on his hips and drew him closer so he stood between my knees. The tip of his boner bobbed just in front of my mouth. I leaned forward and kissed it. It throbbed at the touch of my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his boner and I heard him moan softly. With my mouth open, I reached around on each side of him, placed my hands on those sweet smooth buns, pulling him to me and taking in his hard boy cock until it touched the back of my throat. Then I swallowed on its head and laved the underside of his boner with my tongue. He groaned and push against my face. I began a slow sucking motion and moved one hand to the crack of his bum. When I fingered his hole he pushed back against my finger. I knew he wanted me inside him. I brought my finger to my own hardon, which was leaking plenty of precum. I got some on it and returned it to his tight little hole. While still slowing sucking on him, I repeated this a couple times until he was nice and slippery back there. When I slowly slipped my middle finger inside him he began his little whimpering sounds of pleasure. My boy was most definitely a bottom. The slow sucking and finger fucking was getting Brox very hot. His breathing was rapidly increasing as were his little noises of pleasure. It wasn't long before I felt his boner swell a little and then, with a grunt, it began to twitch in my mouth and his whimper became loud squeaks of pure sexual delight. That's when I tasted it. He'd had another wet cum. Not much but it sure tasted like it. Sweet boy cum. I let the boy's still hard dick slip from my mouth as I looked up and smiled at him. "You had another wet cum. How was it?" He brushed his hair back off his forehead, turned sideway and sat on my knee. "That was awesome. Thanks. It's different than the dry ones but the same too. Only more so. It's hard to explain." I kissed his cheek. "You know kiddo, I never had a dry cum." "Really?" He looked surprised. "Yeah. I didn't really know about cuming until I was 13 and fooling around with my friend Paul. My first cum was a wet one and scared the crap out of me." Brox chuckled. "You mean it scared the cum out of you." I laughed. "Your getting as bad as me with the silly comments. He smiled and asked, "You think the pot pies are ready? I'm starved." The pies were indeed ready, piping hot in fact. We sat in the dinette and, taking our time blowing on the first few spoons full to cool them. It once again proved that Brox's mom provided us with very tasty meals. After we finished and had cleaned up the dinette and galley, we pulled on shorts and T-shirts to go to check things up on deck. Brox gathered up our still damp towels and swim suits to hang in the galley below and I hung up the anchor light. It was getting pretty chilly topsides while the cabin was still nice and toasty from having run the stove. So, we decided to spend the rest of the evening below reading. I sat on the aft end of the settee birth wedged into the corner with a pillow. Brox stretched out on his back with his head resting on my right thigh. Every once in a while I'd gently stroke his hair and his shoulder and he'd rub the back of his head on my thigh. Along about 9:30 Brox lay his book down on his stomach and let his eyes close. It wasn't long before his breathing slowed and he was fast asleep. I continued to read for another 20 or 30 minutes and then began to nod off. I knew that if I fell asleep that way I'd awake with a crick in my neck. So, I carefully extricated myself from under Brox's head and got up, picking up our books and putting them on the dinette table. Then I gently slid the pillow under the sleeping boy's head. As I did so he sighed softly and rolled onto his right side facing the backrest. I got a blanket from up forward and covered him with it. After brushing my teeth and using the head, I stripped down, climbed into the forward v-birth and bundled up in the blanket all alone. I was pretty tired what with all the sailing, swimming, hiking and, of course, having more sex in the past 24 hours than I can remember in a long time. I was out cold in a matter of minutes. Some time later, I don't know when, I was having a nice dream that a naked little boy was climbing into bed with me, snuggling up to my back and wrapping his arm around me. It was a delightful dream and I sighed contentedly as I felt his warm breath on my back, his boner press against my bum and his hand softly caress my chest. The last thing I remember of the dream wass a sweet small voice that whispered, "I love you John." The next time I opened my eyes there was enough light to see and I felt something warm and firm slide between my butt cheeks. I smiled to myself and wiggled my butt a little. A sweet mischievous giggle was my reward. I reached back and patted his hip. "Good morning my horny young boy. Are you looking to give me a little morning loving?" "Yes please. May I?" he so politely asked. "I'd be delighted." I chuckled and pushed back against him. He must have found the lube because his boner easily slipped further between my buns and pressed against my hole. And, when I reached back and raised my butt check, his cock slid into me and I heard him sigh deeply with pleasure. He wrapped his left leg over my legs and pushed in as deep as he could. Then he slowly made love to me, kissing the back of my neck and groaning sweet 'I love yous'. After a few moments I could feel his arm and leg grip me tighter and he lunged hard into me and made his cute squeaking noises. Then he grunted as his boner throbbed inside me. Afterward he slowly pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. I rolled over to face him and pulled him into my arms. "You sure know how to wake a guy up sweetheart," I whispered. He grinned. "Really?" "Really," I confirmed. "No. Am I really your sweetheart?" I smiled at him. "Yes my boy, you have stolen my heart with your love ... and your cute buns." "Just my buns?" he teased. "And your hot boner and tasty boy cum." I teased back. He grinned again. "I love your big boner and love it when you put it in me and fill me with some of your hot man cum." "Wow, this has turned from being a sweet affectionate morning awakening to a mutual man/boy sex admiration society meeting." I laughed. "But I have to pee and my mouth tastes terrible." He gave me a devilish little giggle and tried to tickle me but I squirmed out of the bunk and went into the head to pee and brush my teeth. When I was done a naked boy dashed past me into the head and I chuckled as I heard a grateful sigh of relief as he peed. I went aft, slid back the companionway slide and stuck my head out to look around and check the weather. It was clear and looked like it would be a sunny hot day. I hoped that there would be a nice breeze for our sail home. I also noticed that the fishing trawler must have come back in during the night and was, once again, working on that same outrigger that they had repaired yesterday afternoon. That's a tough way to make a living, I thought. Just then two warm arms slipped around my waist and my boy planted a kiss between my shoulder blades. "What's for breakfast? I'm starved." I again rummaged in the ice box and cubbies and found that breakfast would have to be cereal. I pulled out a couple containers of cold orange juice and the milk and we had our fill. Then Brox offered to go topsides and mop up the dew on the deck. I forgot to tell him about the trawler and he bounded past me and up on deck in all his naked glory. That was followed by a loud squawk. "Yikes!" I cracked up laughing. "Wassa Mattah?" I teased as the boy dashed back below. "You bum!" He laughed. "You knew they were there didn't you." "Yes, I suppose," I continued to chuckle. "But they're working so hard on that outrigger to notice a naked little boy." He stuck out his tongue out at me, gave me a raspberry and jabbed me in the ribs. Then he grinned. "I'll have to find a way to get even before we get home." "All's fair I guess. Here, help me with the dishes please?" I grinned and kept one eye on the lad as we cleaned up the galley and put things away. When we were done, to my surprise, Brox slipped on his speedo to go back topsides and dry off the decks with the mop. After a couple minutes I took a peak and watched as he wiggled his butt suggestively in the direction of the trawler and was sporting a serious boner. "Why you little minx you!" I teased. He was so intent on what he was doing that I startled him and he nearly fell overboard. "John!" He exclaimed. "You scared me to death." I grinned at him. He glared back. "Now I really have to get even!" "I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean to scare you. I actually thought you were being kind of cute and sexy." "I'll bet. So, what's a minx," he asked. I laughed. "Well, the proper definition is an impudent, cunning, or boldly flirtatious young girl but I think it can be just as easily applied to horny young boys. But that's okay 'cause you're my minx." He grinned at that. "Truce?" I asked. "For now." He continued to grin. "Okay then," I grinned back. "With a good breeze, it's a 3 hour sail back home and I don't see one out there yet. So, let's get underway and see how it goes." "Aye, aye Cap'n John, sir!" Brox shouted with a giggle. I put on my swim suit and came topsides and started up the motor. Then I turned over the controls to the boy and went forward to haul up and clean the anchor. Once the anchor was all squared away I came aft and took the helm back. "Brox, would you go below and plot our courses home?" He looked a bit confused. "But, you didn't show me what buoys to use." "Nope, I didn't. This will be a test to see if you can figure that out. Okay? I'm confident that you'll do just fine." Looking a little nervous, he went below and after about 5 minutes he returned bringing the chart with the courses drawn on it. I checked it over and gave him a thumbs up. "Excellent work my boy." I smiled, winked and gave him a pat on the back. "I'm proud of you." He beamed. "Yeah, it was pretty easy once I looked at the previous day's plots. They showed me where we started and I could see how to get back there directly without having to go back to where we anchored the first night."
 "Yup. It makes kind of a triangle doesn't it." I asked. "Yeah, and we'll be crossing a large open area. Will there be many boats out there?" "Oh, there may be a couple being that it's Sunday. But, most boats tend to favor staying closer to the islands or the mainland. Why do you ask?" "Oh, I just wondered. I wouldn't want to hit anyone while I was steering." "Would you like to take over the wheel now then?" "Sure," he smiled. "I'll just put the chart away and come right back. Then we can raise the sails?" I looked around and didn't see much of a breeze. "Let's just raise the mainsail and keep motoring while we wait for more wind." "Okay. Be right back." The boy went below, stowed the chart and returned up on deck. I let him take the wheel and got the mainsail up. Then I sat down in the cockpit and leaned back against the cabin so I could watch my boy who clearly loved steering and did it so well for only having just learned a few weeks ago. He looked so ruggedly handsome behind the wheel. Oh yes, and sexy too in that skimpy tight speedo that showed off his maleness oh so well ... not to mention his sweet curvy buns when he was turned just right. Slowly I noticed that he was boning up. I was sure that he had realized that I was admiring him. That caused me to bone up too. After a couple minutes I heard him chuckle. "What's funny?" I asked. He grinned. "Okay old man, you can come and stand behind me. I can see that you want to." I grinned back, got up and brought him a cushion to stand on. Then I moved in behind and slipped my arms around him. The boy wiggled his behind until he was satisfied with the fit and we both sighed with contentment. There was no sexual urgency. We just enjoyed the warmth and pleasure of the close contact. When a slight breeze finally filtered in I moved forward to set the genoa and when both sails were properly trimmed I returned to snuggle behind my boy and he wiggled again to get things just right where they belonged. After another hour or so we took turns peeing over the leeward rail. I asked Brox to go below and check our progress while I steered. A couple minutes later he said he thought we were about on course but only a third of the way along. I was pleased that when he came back on deck he went forward so he could see around the genoa. When he came back aft he told me that there wasn't another boat in sight and asked if I wanted a soda. "No thanks sweetie," I replied. "You going to come back and steer?" "In a minute." I watched as he went below and up forward. I thought maybe he was getting his book or a T-shirt but, after a couple minutes I heard the water pump run and him flushing the head. Then he came back up on deck empty handed. He stood in the cockpit and looked around. Nodding his head and seemingly satisfied, he hooked his thumbs in his speedo and slipped it off. He giggled, "Don't see no boats and it's the last chance to be naked outdoors this trip." He boned up right away and then stepped between me and the steering wheel. Once he had everything where he wanted it he took over the steering. The breeze was quite light and the boat wasn't heeling over much at all, so standing behind the wheel was still the best way to steer. And standing there snuggled up to the backside of a naked sexy boy was even better. I was now as hard as a rock and, with my arms around the lad and gently caressing his chest and stomach, it was difficult for me not to wrap a hand around his boner and stroke him. I restrained that impulse but couldn't help kissing him on the neck. "Mmmmm, that's nice John," he sighed scrunching his neck like he had a chill run through it. I continued to nuzzle him and finally he whispered, "Take your suit off." I looked around but didn't see a boat so I stepped back and slipped my suit off and tossed it on the cockpit floor beside the boy's. As I stepped back close behind him and he wiggled to get my boner lined up along the crack of his bum, we both moaned. I quickly returned to nuzzling and caressing him and kissing his ear which made him giggle and shiver. "John?" Yes, sweetie?" "Put it in me? Please? I looked around again. "Out here?" "It'll be so hot." I hesitated but the boy took his right hand off the wheel, reached behind himself and gently aimed my cock down. He carefully moved back and guided me between his buns. I then knew what he had gone to get below. He had lubed himself up. He had planned this and I was delighted at its naughtiness. When I felt the head of my cock touch his hole he shivered and whispered again, "Put it in me but just hold it there." He pushed back a little and I pushed against him and slid inside his tight warmth. It was my turn to shiver with pleasure. I reached down and spread his cheeks so I could get in as deep as possible. Then I returned to hugging him and stroking his chest and stomach. When I reached down to touch his boner he asked me not to. "I'm so close to cuming John and I want this to last." It was so hard not to withdraw a little and slid into him again but I loved just being inside him and holding him. I kissed the back of his neck and his ear. "You know sweetie, this is so deliciously naughty." He giggled. "Yeah, that's part of what makes it so fun." We stood like that for another 20 minutes or so and then I finally had to withdraw a tiny bit and slide back in. "Oh John?" Brox whined. "I know sweetie but I don't think I can hold off any longer. I have to cum." "Okay," he moaned. I reached down and held his balls for a moment and felt him shiver. I moved my hand up and gently wrapped my fingers around his boner. "You want to try to cum when I do?" "Mmmmmm, sounds hot. Okay." I began to slowly fuck my sweet boy and softly stroke him. After a minute or so I asked, "how close are you?" "Pretty close. You?" "I'm almost there." I moaned In another moment or two Brox began to make his cute squeaking noises. They got more intense and then he grunted out, "Oh John ... oh man ... I'm gunna ... oh God! I love you John." I felt his insides squeeze my cock rhythmically and his boner throb as he shot and I let go with my own grunts and moans. "Oh God Brox. I love you so. I love being inside you." We both slumped over the wheel and, as we got back some of our senses, we realized that the sails were luffing and we were off course. I didn't pull out of the boy but both of us grabbed the wheel and guided the boat back on course. Then we both giggled. "That might have been quite something to see if someone was nearby." I chuckled and started to pull out. "Wait!" Brox yelped. "Can't you stay in me a while? Please?" I kissed his neck. "I'll try but, as you know sweetie, when you get to my age one often loses his boner after a good cum and that, my boy, was an awesome cum." "Yeah, I could feel your spurts in me and it was an awesome cum for me too." I looked over his shoulder and saw decent sized pecker tracks on the cockpit floor. "Yeah, look at how much you shot." "Mmmmm, that's why I love to have you inside me when I cum. It makes me cum harder." I was wilting now and finally slipped out of him. "Sorry Brox." He turned and gave me a nice wet kiss. "That's okay John. I'm sure you'll be back." We both grinned at each other. "Why don't you go below and grab some paper towel to mop up all that delightful boy cum on the cockpit floor." "Okay. I wonder why it's called a cockpit?" ************* Author's Note: Cockpit - The term described the sailing term for the coxswain's (The person in charge of the boat, particularly its navigation and steering.) station in a Royal Navy ship. Cockpit appeared in the English language in the 1580's, "a pit for fighting cocks". Used in the nautical sense for the midshipmen's compartment below decks. A midshipman is an officer cadet in the Royal Navy. Midshipmen back then would often be as young as 12 or 13. So, I can just imagine what non-nautical activities those lads might have been involved in in their "cockpit." ... boy cock fights perhaps? But then, after all, I am a dirty old man. ************* "I have no clue but I know what I will picture in my mind from now on whenever I hear or use the word." "Really." He chuckled. I watched his cute butt as he went below. After he had cleaned up the cockpit floor and disposed of the evidence, we both put our swim suits back on and Brox resumed his favored position in front of me, taking back the helm. As I'd hoped, the breeze soon freshened and we finished our first private weekend cruise together with fine sailing over the last 6 or 7 miles. Once back at the dock we unloaded our gear, the leftover food and trash. Then we gave the boat a good cleaning and headed up to my house. Brox helped me put everything away and then we settled down on the couch with a couple of sodas. "That was a really great weekend John." The lad thanked me. I smiled at his gracious appreciation. "No, thank you Brox for being such a good shipmate and, well," I chuckled, "and a great bunkmate." He giggled, "I love sleeping with you but the hottest thing was getting you to fuck me out in the open air while I was steering." I laughed, "Yeah. I must admit, it was pretty hot." "Can we do it again like that next time?" "Mmmmmm, I'd love to but we'll have to be sure there are no boats around." "How soon can we go out again?" He asked excitedly. "I'll see but don't worry, we'll get more cruises in. There are other neat harbors I'd love to show you." Brox finished his soda and got up to put the can back in the kitchen. When he returned he climbed up onto my lap straddling me and sat down. I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed. Then he leaned back and looked at me. "I'm so glad that we were able to get you inside me. I know now that was what my dreams were all about." "Well sweetie, I'm glad too. It's really special to love you that way." I kissed his cheek and he leaned back against me and hugged me. "I liked fucking you too but I think you fucking me is my favorite. Especially when I'm on my back and you are above me so we can kiss or we can watch each others' expressions." "Mmmmmm, me too. I love looking at my handsome boy when I'm inside him and he's so turned on." "I'm turned on now," he whispered. I chuckled, "yeah, I can tell." "Can we have one more cum before I have to go home?" "Sure." "Right here? Like this?" "Okay but let me get a big towel to put on the couch." We got up and I went to get a towel. When I returned Brox was standing there in all his naked boned up glory. As I spread the towel on the couch he was attacking my shorts and when he had them down, I stepped out of them and he pushed me down to sit on the couch. Then he returned to straddle me. We kissed and my hands wandered up and down his warm smooth back and over his soft yet firm round boy buns. We were breathless as we humped against each other and continued to sloppily kiss, our boners grinding together. After a few minutes Brox lifted up and reached down to aim my cock at his hole. "Make him rub me back there please?" That rubbing made my boy shiver with even more passion and I knew he'd want me inside him if it continued. I wanted to be in him too. I loved being inside my boy. In between kisses he whispered in my ear, "I need you inside me John." I thought maybe he'd be slippery enough back there from before and that there was plenty of pre-cum there now too. "Yes," I moaned. "Me too." Sure enough, Brox pushed down gently and I could feel the ring of his boy hole slip over the head of my cock and his tight warmth slide slowly down me. We both sighed from the deep pleasure and satisfaction of our union. I was never more sure of the rightness of this if a man and boy are in love and want it. "Oh Brox, I do so love you my boy." "I love you too John, my man." We made it last as long as we could but eventually we both reached our peaks together and he shot his thin boy cum all over my stomach while I filled him with my own thick cream. We sat there for a few minutes, basking in the blissful afterglow of our mutual lust and love. But finally, we had to get up and, using the towel, I carefully cleaned up my love so he could head home. At the door we exchanged a last kiss for the day and I watched as my sweet Broxton appeared down below in the driveway and turned to wave goodnight. ______________________________________ Chapter Twenty-four - Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow The summer rolled on with Brox continuing to "work" for me in exchange for all that I could teach him about sailing, seamanship, which included navigation, his favorite activity, apart from the sailing. Well actually, his favorite activity really was sex. Boys that age are nearly insatiable sexually and Brox was no exception. Whether it was early weekday mornings or evenings after I'd gotten home from work and he'd had his supper, his visits were for sex and the accompanying love and affection. He thrived, helping in taking care of my boat and crewing on alternate weekends, either when I took out friends or just the two of us explored harbors along the coast that were new to the boy. I insisted that every other weekend he either spend time with his parents, if they were so inclined, which most often they were not, or with his new found friends at the country club. I'd come to realize that, while his parents did love and care about him, their relationships were nearly devoid of affection. Brox craved physical affection. Pats and caresses of his shoulder, back and backside, tousling of his hair, hugs and cuddles didn't always lead to sex but were clearly welcomed, appreciated and returned. And, genuine and deserved complements often were returned with a grateful smile and/or a hug. I reveled in the friendship, the relationship and the mutual love. I hadn't had this close a satisfying and happy relationship with a boy since a lad in whose home I rented a room while in college or the young neighbor boy, in the late 60's and early 70's, who I had taken under my wing and taught sailing as well. However, it was on a warm Saturday afternoon in mid-August up in our special little meadow above the harbor on our favorite little island and after some particularly pleasurable love making, that a subject we had so far avoided, came up. Brox was cuddled up to my side running his fingers through the hair on my chest while I held him in my arms. "What are we gunna do when I have to go back to the city?" He moaned. I ran my hand up his side and kissed the top of his head. "I don't know sweetie," I sighed. "I'm gunna miss you something awful." "I'll miss you too but maybe you can visit a few weekends," I offered. "That would be awesome but my mom would likely ask questions." "Well, I'll still need help with the boat until mid-October and then, for sure, when I have to unload her and take her to the boatyard for the winter." "I suppose." "And," I tried to boost his spirits. "I'll need help again in early April getting the boat ready to launch and then bring her back to the dock." "Oh man, that's forever," he whined. I patted his butt. "It's just six months sweetie, but I know that to a boy that can seem like forever." "Bu ... but, you'll prah ... probably fah ... forget about mehe." He snuffled his nose and was almost in tears. "Hey, hay." I pulled up his chin so he could look at me. "What's this? I love you and I would never forget you." "I love you too and I will miss times like this." "Oh, you mean the sex?" "No. Well, yes but no, I meant our being like this. Cuddling, just being together, talking and doing other stuff. Not just sex stuff." "Sweetie, that's part of why I insist that you make time to be with your parents and to make friends and do things with them. Remember, you do know kids at the school from last year and there's that boy Travis who you met on the boat." "I guess." "You'll be fine and, who knows, maybe you'll find a boyfriend your own age." He rose up on his elbow and scowled at me. "I'd never do that to you!" He declared. "I love you." I pulled him over so that he was laying on top of me again. "I know you do sweetheart and I love you too, very much. Because I do, I ask that you keep an open mind about maybe finding a boyfriend your age." Then I kissed him and we made love again. The summer wound down and Brox cried when he came over to say goodbye just before they left for the city. He did visit twice that fall, once to go out overnight on the boat one last time and the second time to help me get her over to the boatyard. Over the winter he did make more friends and finally let himself find a boyfriend. It turned out to be the boy Travis, who he had met from another boat while we were overnighting on my boat. Travis' seeming like a ladies man to Brox was all just an act and he told my boy that he had a pretty good idea what was going on that morning when we were standing up together in the forward hatch. He remembered that I wasn't Brox's father and, well, just figured it out and thought it was cool. That next summer Brox and his family did return to the island and Brox continued to help me with the boat. He even invited Travis to come down and go out for a few nights with us. The forward v-birth was very crowded and no one got much sleep but then, that's another story.