Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2000 21:54:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 5 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the written permission of its author. First Mate, Part 2 is a continuation of First Mate, which can be found in the Nifty Archive under gay/incest. While there are some allusions to events that occurred in First Mate, First Mate, Part 2 is largely a free-standing work that can be read without having read First Mate. My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian. E-mail comments are always welcome. First Mate, Part 2 Chapter 5 Four days after my piercing, Rick and I went back to Willis' shop. He pronounced my PA healed. "The way I can tell is how freely it moves," he said, as he moved it from side to side and turned it through most of the arc of a circle. "How does it feel?" "When you do that," I asked. "Yeah." "Like I'm about to pop a woodie," I said, and we all laughed. "No, shit," he said, as my cock got stiffer and stiffer. "But is there any pain?" "None. It hurt to piss at first, but it was really only a little burning when my stream first started. Now, that doesn't even happen." "How about the sex?" "Oh, goddamn," Rick said, emphasizing with his voice how much he had enjoyed it. Willis laughed. "How about for you," he asked me. "Oh, goddamn," I said, imitating Rick. All of us laughed at that. "Well, it looks like this one is a total success. Would you like to go with a slightly larger gauge?" "What do you think," I asked Willis. "What do you wear?" "I wear a 6 gauge. You've got an 8 in you right now. If you go with a 6, it'll be as tight as it was when we first put it in. When you heal, the skin around the wound contracts, and that's why it's as loose as it is." "If I wear a 6, will the skin contract some more," I asked. "Probably a little bit, but not nearly as much as it already has. You can also put a bigger ball on it, if you or Rick or both of you want." "Let's go with the 6," I said. Willis went out to the front of his shop and came back with a gold 6 gauge ring. That time Rick and I both watched carefully as he took the 8 gauge off and put the 6 gauge in. "Any discomfort," Willis asked. "Nope. Not a bit," I replied. When he was finished, I stood up and looked in the mirror. You could see more of the ring than before, even when my foreskin was down as far as it went. In fact, the weight of the new ring kind of pulled the head of my dick down farther, so my dick even looked a little bigger. I loved the weight of the 6 gauge, too. "Oh, man," I said, "this is fucking great. I love it. What do you think, Rick?" When I turned to him, I could see his hard-on pushing out against his shorts. "Never mind," I said. "I can see what you think." I grabbed his cock, and Willis burst out laughing. Rick blushed slightly, which was completely out of character for him, and I thought that was about the cutest thing I had ever seen. After we had settled down from that little routine, Willis asked us about our nipple rings. "You're both wearing 12 gauge right now, but you could both stand to upgrade to 8 gauge. What do you think?" "Do you wear an 8," I asked. He said that he did and that he could assure us the 8 was a lot more fun than the 12." "I'm ready," I said. "Me, too," Rick echoed. Once again Willis went to get new rings. While he was gone, I said to Rick, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you by grabbing your cock like that." "Babe, there isn't a thing in this world you could do to me that would embarrass me. You are just so fucking hot, I want you all of the time." We were kissing when Willis returned. "Ah-hem," he said, pretending to clear his throat. He got down to the business at hand, and, within five minutes, we were both decked out in larger nipple rings. "I thought y'all might like to see some of these things," Willis said. He had a box of what looked like charms for a charm bracelet. "What are they," Rick asked. "Well, they're little charms, I guess you could say, that you can put on rings. This one here is a cock and balls. This is a skull and cross bones; this is an American flag. It's just more decorations, really." The stuff was fascinating. I had no idea you could wear jewelry on your jewelry. "Is this real gold," Rick asked. "Yeah, but it's not really all that expensive. It's like 12 karet gold or something," Willis said. Each pair is about $15.00." Rick and I both wanted a pair of cock and balls for our nipples. We also got little anchors, which seemed right, given our business. I also wanted a set of skull and cross bones to wear in memory of our encounter with the pirates. "What's this," I asked, picking up a single item that was about three inches long and looked a little like a key chain. It was a gold chain with a ball at one end and a hook of some kind at the other. "I thought you might like that for your PA. It's just a decoration." Willis was being a rather shrewd salesman by showing us all that stuff. Rick and I both saw what he was doing, but, hell, it was fun. We ended up buying about $300.00 worth of stuff, including all our new rings. Willis showed us how to attach the charms, and Rick and I decided to wear the cock and balls charms home. "Kevin, you realize you're going to have to take this off your PA when you shove that monster up Rick's ass, don't you?" "We'll see, Willis. We'll see." I grinned an evil grin at both of them, and they both laughed. When we got home, we immediately got undressed. "I want you to fuck me," Rick said. He was already fully hard, like he had been thinking about it all the way home. "And no fucking condom anymore. You're healed." My response was to take him into my arms and plant a long, hot, wet kiss on him. I stuck my tongue into him deeply enough to do a strep throat culture, and I felt him tremble with passion in my arms. We went into our bedroom, and Rick ripped the spread and sheet back in an instant. He got on his back with his legs up behind his shoulders. I hadn't ever seen him that hot or that turned on. I got down to play with his hole with my mouth and tongue, and I saw his balls contract into tight elephant skin almost immediately. I lubed him and myself up with my spit as fast as I could, and I entered him. The pressure of the bigger ring was wonderful, and the fact that I wasn't wearing a condom made it much easier for the ring in my cock to move around. Rick loved it, and I was pretty close to ecstasy right from the start. I started fucking him slowly. Since I knew right where his prostate was, I focused my attention on it. Rick came after maybe six strokes, but he told me not to stop. "You know I can keep this up pretty much indefinitely, don't you," I asked him. "Oh, God, I hope so." I kept fucking him. I had several orgasms without shooting cum, and Rick had a couple more dry ones himself. Finally, after I was close to exhaustion from the sheer effort of fucking, I blasted into him. When I came, he came, too, and I lowered myself onto him, cock still in hole. We actually dozed off that way and slept for maybe twenty minutes or so. When we woke up, we fucked some more. By the time we finished, we were both drenched in cum from head hair to pubic hair. After a quick shower, I put the little ball and chain on my PA and walked around naked. It had just enough weight to keep steady pressure on my PA ring, and that, in turn, kept me close to arousal. I was shameless in showing off my new regalia. Out at the pool, every eye was on my cock, as the ball swung back and forth, moving my cock even more than it ordinarily moved when I walked. I shot some hoops on the half-court basketball set-up we had on the beach, and every guy who passed by stopped and watched me. I was in exhibitionist heaven. From that day on, I never took the ball and chain off except for sex. Rick loved it, he said, and he insisted I wear it all the time. I changed the charms on my nipple rings every few days, and they attracted attention, as well. The next day Rick got a call from the repair shop in Miami saying the engine on the boat was fixed. That was much quicker than he had thought it would be, and he was elated. He quickly called the travel agent that usually booked cruises with us to let him know we were back in business. I heard Rick talking, but I was in the living room and didn't really hear what he said. "It looks like we're back in business," he said. "The travel agent has a group lined up for us for Sunday." "Is there enough time to get the boat back down here," I asked. "If we leave now, we can be back here by tomorrow afternoon." Since it was a Friday, that meant we'd have at least part of Saturday and Sunday morning to see about provisions and such to be ready to go out on Sunday around noon. Rick called the airport, and, as we fully expected, there was a commuter plane leaving almost every hour. He gave his credit card number for two one-way tickets to Miami. We got dressed and were ready to leave in fifteen minutes. I put on jeans and a pocket tee shirt, and I was ready to go. Rick didn't take anything with him, either. I did have the presence of mind to grab a couple of fresh packs of smokes, and we each tucked them into our shirt pockets. "Wow, this larger nipple rings really feels good with this box of cigarettes in my pocket," he said. "I know," I replied. "And these jeans feel like heaven on my cock. I'm probably going to be hard until I can take them off." "No complaint from me, Babe," he said, grinning. We made it to the airport in about fifteen minutes. One of the advantages of living on an island as small as Key West is that everything is close. I was wearing my ball and chain in my PA, and we almost didn't make the plane because of what happened at the security check point. Rick set off the machine when he went through. They made him empty out his pockets, and he set it off a second time. They went over him with the wan, as they usually do, and the charms hanging from his nipple rings set it off. All he did was raise his tee shirt and show the woman his chest. She was satisfied with that. When it was my turn, I set the damn thing off big time. They did the wan routine, and it went off in both places I had metal sticking in me. I raised my shirt to show my nipple rings, and the lady said that was okay. "What you got down here," she said, nudging me a little with the wan. I got the feeling she knew what she was doing. "I have a penis piercing," I said. "So do ten percent of the fellas on this island, but they never set off the machine." "Mine had something hanging from it," I said. I was getting more embarrassed by the second. "Oh, do you now? Step over here, please." She indicated a small booth-like thing that was nothing but two-by-fours with some kind of curtain hanging from it. "Show it to me," she said. "Can't you just take my word for it," I pleaded. That woman was in her mid-forties, and she looked like she had been around the block a few times. "Sir, I've seen penises before." I'll bet you have, I thought. "This is just part of my job. Now, will you show it to me, or do I have to have you arrested?" "Ma'am, please don't make me do this." I was pleading with her. I heard Rick right outside the booth laughing his ass off. "Honey," she said, "I've got three sons, and the youngest one is about your age. How old are you? Eighteen, twenty?" I nodded. "Are you gay? Two of my sons are, and that don't make no difference to me." "Yes, ma'am," I said. "Now will you show me your pee-pee so I can let you go? I'm seen all sizes, honey, and size don't matter. Trust me." She evidently thought I had a little one and was embarrassed about that. "Okay," I said. I unbuttoned my fly and pulled it out. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, boy. Whoooa! Put it back before you get me too hot to control myself." Rick screamed with laughter when he heard that. I raced to put my cock away, and she let me through security without having to go back through the metal detector. For the rest of the trip, every now and then Rick would say, "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, boy" to make me blush. After a while, that got to be his favorite interjection. We almost missed the flight because of my little problem, but they held it for us for five minutes or so. After we were finally in the air, and Rick had had more fun making fun of me, he said, "Kevin, this group we're taking out will be six guys." "Cool," I said. Since that was the usual number, I wasn't surprised. "Two masters and four slaves." "Whooa!" "I know. I've only ever had a few groups like this, and it can range anywhere from two nice older guys who treat their boys like puppies to two mean-ass sons of bitches who want to beat the boys all the time. Let's hope it's the first type." "So fill me in on this stuff. Will they expect us to be slaves, too?" "Oh, no. You and I will both be considered masters. The senior master will probably want you to work with him, especially when he sees this thing." The "thing" Rick was referring to was my cock, which had actually subsided until he rubbed it when he said that. I started boning up again, and I was really afraid the wet spot I knew was developing in my briefs would work its way through to my jeans and embarrass me. Fuck it, I thought; I'm a horny young guy, and people just have to live with wet spots. "He'll probably have you fucking him and the boys right and left, especially with that PA you've got now." "Let's talk about that, okay?" "About what," he asked. "You know, I love being the top guy, but I hope you'll still fuck me from time to time. I like that, too, you know." Rick laughed out loud, and several other passengers turned around to see what was so funny. "Oh, Babe, don't you worry about that. Your Ricky's gonna take good care of your sweet ass. Probably tonight, in fact. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, boy!" I laughed. The plane seated nineteen people, with a single seat on each side of the aisle. The nineteenth seat was in the center of the aisle at the very back of the plane. Fortunately, we were in the back seat, and there wasn't anybody else back there with us. Rick rubbed my cock again through my jeans, and I knew I'd still have that hard-on when we landed. The flight to Miami took maybe thirty minutes. We didn't land at Miami International; instead we landed at a much smaller secondary airport that used to be some sort of military installation. There was a terminal building, though, that was about the size of the one in Panama City (two gates), and there were even taxis waiting out front. A couple of guys stared at my crotch in the airport, and I made eye contact with both of them. I kind of cocked my head toward Rick to let them know I was his, and both guys grinned at me. Neither one of us had much cash, so we stopped at an ATM machine in the airport. We just knew the cab driver wouldn't take American Express. The taxi ride to the boatyard took almost forty-five minutes and cost sixty bucks. What a fucking ripoff, I thought, as Rick paid him and gave him a tip. Sheesh. We took care of our business with the guy in charge of the place, and Rick and I were on the boat in less than half an hour. It took some pretty careful maneuvering to get us out of their harbor, so I left Rick alone to steer the boat. Once we were in open water, though, and away from the sight of land, off came our clothes. We hoisted the sails, and it felt damn good to be naked and under way. I assumed Rick would turn on the auto-pilot after we were under sail, but he didn't. Instead, he told me to take the wheel. I didn't know what was up, but that quickly became apparent when he got behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He was hard as a rock (How had I not noticed that?), and he wanted to play our usual game of the morning (even though it was after two in the afternoon). He rubbed the slimy head of his cock on my asshole, and that made me pop up in an instant. Even the extra weight of the ball and chain didn't prevent my cock from standing up at full mast. He slowly slipped his cock into me, and we stood there, one with each other and with the sea. Now and then one of us would pump a little or he would finger my nipples or cock, but only enough to keep us both fully hard. I have no idea how long we stayed joined that way, but it was a wonderful feeling. "You know, I think I like moments like this as much as anything we do sexually," I said. "I know. Me, too. It's like we're one person or something. Does it feel good inside." "Oh, yeah. You're right on my sweet spot, and there's just enough pressure to keep me near the brink." "I figured I was. You're leaking like a fucking basket up front here." He jerked my cock when he said that. Several dollops of pre-cum had already hit my foot, so I knew I was really putting it out. "What does it feel like when I do this," he asked, as he moved my PA around and tugged on my ball and chain. "It's hard to say, exactly. It feels great, not like any other sensation I've ever had." He kept doing that, off and on, the whole time we were linked. After a very long time hooked together like that, Rick licked my right ear. Then he whispered into it, making sure his breath was all over it. "Er, Kevin." "Yeah?" "I'm getting tired of standing. I just checked my watch, and we've been like this for almost ninety minutes. Do you want to come?" "Of course, I do. And I want you to come inside me." After I said that, Rick started fucking me. I responded with counter thrusts, and, in less than ten minutes, we both blasted our cum, him into me, me onto the bulkhead. We separated. Before he left to put on the auto-pilot, he got down behind me and sucked his cum out of my ass. Then he cleaned the head of my cock and my jewelry with his mouth. That almost got me hard again, but I guess the blood vessels in your penis can only stay full for so long. We went under the bridge at Key Largo and into Florida Bay. We lived on the Gulf side of Key West, but it was a more direct route to go through the Bay than to take on the open Gulf. And it was safer, too: no priates in the Bay, at least not pirates on the prowl. We had to dodge the hundreds of small keys that litter the Bay, but the Coast Guard or the Florida Marine Patrol or somebody had the clear channel well marked with lighted buoys. We toyed with the idea of dropping anchor and spending the night off one of the little keys, but we decided to go for it, instead. The wind was great for night sailing, and we made terrific time. We ended up pulling into our berth at the marina in Key West by two o'clock Saturday morning. We were home and asleep by 2:30. We woke up at 10:30 Saturday morning. We hadn't bothered to set a clock or anything, knowing we'd both be ready for the day after eight hours of sleep. We showered and shaved individually. Rick went first and then cooked bacon and eggs for breakfast. When I was finished my bathroom routine, the aroma of the food filled the house. I knew he was on the deck, though, so I went out to join him. Breakfast was delicious. We had eaten some junk food in Miami the day before, but that was all we had had. I must have eaten six eggs and a good half pound of bacon that morning. After our second cup of coffee, we got ready to face the day. Rick had called the chandler before we had left for Miami. In a sense, that was to be a maiden voyage, since the boat had been completely overhauled, so he ordered a "maiden voyage" package of stuff. Not only did that include a freezer full of food, but it also included sheets, towels, other bedding material, and a lot of other stuff. We met the chandler at the boat at two o'clock, and, by five, we had it all stowed. We were ready for the next day. We called our friends Nick and Charlie to see if they wanted to go out with us that night to celebrate the resumption of our cruises. They did, so around eight that night we met them at a very good local restaurant. We hadn't seen much of them in the previous couple of weeks, so it was good to go out with them that night. "Kevin," Nick asked, "do you have a new PA?" I grinned. "Yup." "Do you like it, Rick?" "Oh, mannnnnn, do I. It's fabulous." I knew they were talking about the sexual aspects of my PA, not its aesthetic appeal. "You see, Charlie." "Wait. I'm missing something, here," I said, even though I thought I knew what was going on. "Nick has wanted me to get one for years, but the thought of somebody sticking a needle in my dick just hurts too much." I told them my experience, and Nick was all ears. "You see," Nick said, when I had finished. Charlie just smiled. After dinner, we went to a place to shoot pool. I was a better-than-average pool shooter, and that night I was really hot. We played Nine-Ball, and I sank the nine ball twice on my break. Rick and I had shot pool a few times, but he had never seen me at my best. I was at my best that night. I had worn an oldish pair of Levis, and the place where my cock rested was slightly lighter than the rest of the pants. When I went into the restroom, I checked myself out, and, not only could you see my bulge, you could also see the outline of my PA and the ball and chain. I got lots of stares in the pool hall, which was no more than half gay, and I could tell Nick was totally distracted by it all night. We finished up at a coffee house, and we all had Irish coffee as a nightcap. When we were in bed, Rick started playing with my PA. He still hadn't sucked my cock with the ring in it, but that ring didn't remain an oral virgin much longer. He had no trouble getting the whole thing in his mouth, and he took as much of me with the ring has he had been able to take without it. He played with it with his tongue, sliding the tip of his tongue between the ring and the head of my dick. "That really feels good, Rick," I said. He sort of grunted a response. He came off of me long enough to tell me to play with my nipples. I did as he suggested, and the sensation was more than double what it had been pre-PA and pre-enlarged rings in my nips. Rick started playing with my hole with his fingers, and, before long, he had the longest finger on his right hand up my ass. He used some of the techniques I had learned in erotic massage, and, when I came the first time, I thought I wouldn't be able to hold back my cum. I did, though, and we kept it up through four more orgasms. When I finally shot my load, my cock started deflating. I was determined to give Rick a good time, though, so I got between his legs and ate his ass. He liked that a lot, and said so. While I was rimming him and sucking on his balls, I was hand-pumping my own cock to make it hard again. It didn't take much time or much stimulation, and I lubed myself with the cum that I had shot earlier. I settled Rick on his back and entered his ass in one long thrust. "Oh, God," he said, as I continually grazed his prostate with the ring in my dick. He squirmed more than he usually did, and I could tell he was really close to ecstasy. When he finally came, it was so powerful that it almost pushed my cock out of his ass. I plunged in deeper, though, and I came again, shooting cum into him. We lay together, cuddling and petting for a long time. My dick finally got soft, though, so I had to take it out. We went to sleep almost immediately, even before we smoked, and we slept in each others' arms.