Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2000 14:00:57 -0800 (PST) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: First Mate, Chap. 7 Disclaimer: This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between and among young adult men, and anyone who finds this subject matter objectionable, or who is not of legal age in his or her political jurisdiction to read such material, must leave immediately. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the amusement and entertainment or readers. It may not be posted or reprinted in any other medium without the written consent of its author. Comments are always welcome. First Mate Chapter Seven The Fourth Cruise We got ready for my fourth cruise as we had the other three. I felt like an old hand at it now, and I was more than confident in my seamanship skills. I could tie all the knots on the first mate's test, plus a lot more. I could use all of the electronic navigational tools, read the navigational maps, and shoot the stars for position, if I ever had to. I had only been through one storm, but Rick assured me it had been a doozie. I finally felt like a real first mate. "You said the other day you thought this cruise would be more action-packed, on the sexual front," I said, as we were loading the last of our supplies on Saturday afternoon. "Why do you think that?" "Well, this is a kind of interesting group we've got coming on this trip. It's a set of twins, eighteen-years-old, their boyfriends, their dad, and his boyfriend." "Eighteen?" "Yeah, I've had requests to take even younger guys than that, but eighteen is the legal age in Florida, and, any younger, you run into potential legal problems. Apparently, the boyfriends are eighteen and nineteen. So, we're good to go." "Damn. You think those boys are gonna be hot to fuck?" "Are you a hot fuck at eighteen?" "Well, I hope so," I said. "You are. Trust me." He grinned and slapped me on the butt. "I think we ought to both pump up as big as we can tomorrow," he said. "All four of the young guys are jocks, and I want them to be impressed as hell when they come on board. I've got some of that stuff bodybuilders rub on themselves to make their muscles shine without being greasy. We'll put that on before they get there to really impress 'em." "You want me naked when they come on board?" "No. I want you in just really short cut-offs. Preferably 501's. You got any?" "I've got a real old pair of jeans that you can practically see through. I don't wear them much cause they're kinda tight." "Perfect. We'll cut them off, and you can wear them. They'll make your dick stand out really nice." "Cool," I said. I was starting to get into the fantasy of a week on board with four horny jocks. "By the way, this group wants to leave at noon tomorrow. Can you handle that?" "Sure I can. No problem for me. I think the six o'clock departure in winter is too late, anyway. You can't do anything that day because it's too dark." "You've got a point, there, stud. We might need to change that." We stayed at home Saturday night and cooked out. Rick rented a couple of movies, and we watched those. That night we made the same kind of hot, passionate love we had been making since we'd met, and I slept completely contented in his arms. The next morning we got up around seven o'clock. We had coffee and cigarettes, and then we went to Shoney's for their breakfast buffet. I ate a lot, but, then again, so did Rick. "I want to talk to you seriously about something," Rick said, as we were savoring our last cup of coffee and cigarettes. I had a kind of sinking feeling in my stomach. What if he has decided he doesn't love me, after all? "Yeah," I asked. I hoped he hadn't noticed the nervousness in my voice. "Yeah. I haven't paid you yet, and we haven't even talked about your salary." Phew!! I was really relieved. "Pay me? For what?" "Well, for being my first mate, asshole. What did you think? For fucking me?" "Why would you pay me," I asked. I was confused a little by this conversation. I never assumed Rick would pay me anything. "Well, I make $3,600 a week, for a full cruise. I couldn't do it without you, so I owe you some of that money." "Bullshit. You know damn good and well you could do it without me." "Yeah. I could do it. I could run my ass off doing the stuff you do, plus the stuff I do. I really could do that, and not have any fun. But my insurance carrier says I've got to have a certified first mate, and you, my love, are a certified first mate. Ergo, I need your ass." "I hope you need my ass for more than any fucking insurance." I was teasing him, and he knew it. "You're right. I do need your ass for more than insurance purposes. I need your ass 'cause I love you, but I also need your ass for business reasons. And it's the business reasons I want to pay you for." "Why? I've got plenty of money." "Yeah, I know all about your riches," he said, mockingly. "But I've also got a conscience, you know? I can't work your ass for free." "You can work my ass right here on this table for free, if you want to." He kicked me under the table, and we both laughed hard. When we finished laughing, he finally said, "Goddamn it, Kevin, I'm trying to be serious here. What if I paid you four hundred a week?" "What?!!!!" "You heard me, asshole. Four hundred a week." "Rick, that's way too much. You feed me, you house me, and you unclothe me..." He laughed. "I don't want your money, man." "Kevin, if I thought you did, I wouldn't want _you_. But fair is fair. You're a working stiff now, man, not some student. You deserve what you're worth. And I insist." "Well, unless you pay me in cash, I won't cash your checks." "Kevin, think about all that I just said. Our relationship is separate from the business. The business is cruising. The relationship is love. If you love me, you'll accept your salary and deposit my checks. I insist on it." The logic didn't make real good sense to me, but I could tell by his demeanor he had thought a lot about this. "Okay," I said. "Four hundred a week. But only for the weeks we sail. You don't pay me for the one week a month we stay home. Is that a deal?" A big grin came over his face. "That's a fucking deal, babe. That's a fucking deal." It was close to 8:30 by the time we finished at Shoney's. I didn't give a shit about the money Rick wanted to pay me, but I knew, in principle, he was right. I did work for him when we were on board the boat, and I really did have a right to some compensation. My problem was, he was introducing the reality that someday we might not be together, and that really bothered me to even contemplate. The rest of the morning sped by. We went to the boat and loaded water, the food that had been delivered that morning, the cokes, the rum, the other shit we needed for the cruise. We finished all that by ten o'clock, and we walked back to the cottage to get personal stuff we needed. Actually, the only thing we needed was my cutoffs. I kept toiletries, three pairs of bikinis, and a couple of tanktops, and some shorts for Jamaica on board. My guitar was there, too, as was the book I was currently reading. Hell, the boat was a lot more my home than the cottage was. Rick made a big deal of cutting the cutoffs just so. They were very short, and it was a wonder my cock didn't stick out the bottom. We hustled our asses to the gym and worked out. It wasn't the kind of slow, leisurely workout I prefer. It was more like a forced march through the exercises. I wasn't sure why Rick was taking this approach, but I trusted his experience and intuition. We showered at the gym, we greased each other down with the bodybuilder stuff, and we went straight to the boat. We got there by 11:30. "You want me hard when these guys come on board," I asked. "Hell, no. I want you to show your stuff, but not hard." "Well, I'm gonna have to do something about this thing," I said, indicating my hard-on. "Shit. You sure will. Or I will." He led me to the side of the boat that faced the open harbor, unbuttoned my cutoffs, and jerked me off. "God, you're hot," he said. "Even just jerking you off is making me crazy." When I came, I knelt down in front of him and took his cock out. It was as hard as mine had been, so I sucked him off. The whole thing lasted maybe fifteen minutes, but both of us felt relieved and relaxed after that. The guests were a little late, but they got there by 12:15. "Hi," Rick said, as they walked up to the gang plank with their stuff. They all had large bags, which I knew they wouldn't need. As they came aboard, Rick introduced himself to each one and shook his hand. Then he told them who I was. Just as Rick had promised, the group consisted of a set of identical twins who looked about eighteen or a little older, a couple of other guys around their age, and two men in their late thirties or early forties. All of them were very attractive, and the younger guys were downright gorgeous. The twins were James and John, and their boyfriends were Wayne and Eddie, respectively. The father was Martin, and his boyfriend was called Duke. "Hey, you're the real Kevin, aren't you," one of the twins--John, I think--said. "Look at him, you guys. Doesn't he look like the real Kevin?" They all agreed I did look like the "real" Kevin. "Well, I'm Kevin, and I'm real. So I guess I'm the real Kevin." I meant that as a joke, of course, but they didn't laugh. "Goddamn," Wayne said. "I think he is the real Kevin." "What are you guys talking about," I asked. "The guy on the Internet. That Kevin guy." I think James said that. "What guy on the Internet," I asked. "Kevin, man. You." Eddie contributed that part. "There's a Web site that just popped up about two weeks ago called 'Kevin's Cruise,'" John said. "And it's full of pictures of a guy who looks just like you. We've all been jerking off to that guy for the last two weeks, and you look enough like him to be him." "Does the site have another name, man," I asked. "'Paul's Pleasure Place' is what it's called," Wayne said. "The Hunkhunters gave it a golden dick, so it's become everyone's favorite site. They talk about it all the time on IRC." Damn, I thought. Paul from the first cruise had asked me if he could post some pictures of me to the Internet, but I never dreamed these guys from Chicago would think I was a celebrity. I hadn't seen the site, so I didn't know what kind of pictures of me he had posted to it. "Are the pictures of me good," I asked. "Son, I've jerked off to you probably a dozen times," Duke said. "If you're as hot in person as you are in those pictures, I'll think I've died and gone to heaven. And from the looks of you, the pictures don't lie." "Haven't you seen it," Martin asked. "I popped a woody right away when these guys showed it to me." He meant his sons, of course, and I was just a little taken aback by the way they apparently dealt with one another regarding sex. "No. I haven't," I said. "I didn't even know it was up. I know Paul, and he said he wanted to put some pictures of me on the Internet, but..." "Well, I've got my laptop," Duke said. "Is there any way we can get a phone connection for the modem on board?" "I could probably rig something up," I said. I had actually been giving that a good bit of thought, and I thought I had it figured out. "Great. Let's do it later," Eddie said. My ego was as high as the highest cloud right about then. The man who said that he jerked off to me was a cardiologist and professor of medicine at the University of Chicago. He was at least forty years old, and I was only eighteen. "Why don't you show our guests to the cabins, Kevin, while I fire up the engine," Rick said. He pulled me aside: "You da boy, stud. You da boy." Then he squeezed the bulge in my crotch. "Fuck you," I said. "When?" We both laughed, and I'm sure our guests wondered what was so funny. After we worked out who would be bunking with whom, I showed them to their cabins. I explained that the only rule on this boat was there were no rules except to be considerate. "Oh, and no raping anybody. Unless he asks you to." They all laughed at that dumb line. While they were putting their things away, I went into the pilot house with Rick. "You think you're gonna have fun on this trip, babe," Rick asked me. "From the looks of those boys, I think I might find it passable," I said. "Asshole," he said, jokingly. "By the way, speaking of assholes, I wish some hot Internet stud had his cock up mine right about now," Rick said, after a pause. "Oh, yeah," I said playfully. "I know one who is willing." "Well, tell him to get his ass busy. I'm not sure I'll get much of him on this trip." A take-off fuck had gotten to be a regular thing since that first trip, and I loved it. Sometimes Rick fucked me and sometimes I fucked him. So, with those words I lowered Rick's shorts and fell to my knees behind him. I loved eating his ass, and he usually needed me to do it before I plugged him. I got him real lubed up with my spit, and I dropped my cutoffs. In a few seconds, without any real resistance, I was pumping my cock into him. Rick and I had gotten good at fucking each other standing up, and I knew I was right on his sweet spot almost immediately. He moaned loud enough for me to hear him over the engine. As Rick backed the boat out of its berth and into the harbor, I thrust my meat in and out of him. Listening to those guys talk had sexed us both up pretty good, and it didn't take either of us long to pop. Rick's cum splattered onto the bulkhead in front of the wheel, joining what was becoming an increasingly thick build-up of the stuff. His orgasm triggered mine, and I shot my load deep inside him. I held him to me for another few minutes before I pulled out. "You're getting pretty good at that, you know it," he said. "Hell, I'm the fucking talk of the Internet." He knew I was teasing him, but he warned me about not getting too big a head. "I think the head's the best part," I said. We doubled over in laughter. "Go wash your cock and go see what the spermlets are doing," he ordered. "Ai-yi, capt'n," I said. I kissed him quickly and went to do as he suggested. I found the guys on the large central deck. They had already gotten naked and were busy greasing each other down with sunscreen. They stopped when they saw me approach naked. "Goddamn, Kevin. You're twice as good in person as in your pictures. Your tan is so much deeper. Your cock looks kinda swollen, too." John had said that. "Thanks, man, but you guys have got to stop making so much over me. I'm just a guy like yourselves. I'm not some fucking sex god." "Let us be the judge of that," Wayne said, and they all laughed. "So tell us about the cruise," one of them said. I told them the essentials--we could fish, swim, snorkel, visit islands, sunbathe, fuck, suck, jerk off. They thought that last part was funny and the best thing about the trip. "Seriously, this is a cruise. It's not really a ride somewhere. A lot of guys make that mistake. The point is just enjoying the sun and the water and the movement of the boat. The islands we'll visit are small. Some are uninhabited, and most aren't even on traditional maps. Except Jamaica, that is. We'll get there around mid morning on Tuesday, spend the day and party there at night. That's the only real civilized place we'll be." One of the twins lit up a cigarette, and I felt behind my ear for one of my own. I usually kept a pack and a lighter in my baseball cap, but I knew there weren't any there. My other favorite place to stow a smoke was behind my ear, but I didn't have any there, either. "You mind if I have one of those," I asked. "Hell, no, man." He tossed me his Marlboros and his lighter, and I fired up. "See, I told you he smoked," James, the one who had given me the cigarette, said. "Okay, you win," John said. "Well, pay up, you guys." "What the hell are y'all talking about," I asked, a bit confused by what appeared to be a bet about my nicotine addiction. "They each bet me twenty dollars that you didn't smoke cause you're such a stud athlete. They just fucking lost." "You guys had a bet about me," I asked in disbelief. "I'm telling you, Kevin, you've been the object of our fantasies for two fucking weeks, man. You're about all we talk about. Well, almost." They all laughed, and I'm sure I turned beet red. "Christ, man. I can't wait to see that fucking Web site. Paul's a hell of a nice guy, and a pretty good fuck, too, but he must have done a number on me." "Naw, man. You're much better looking in person. And a hell of a lot sexier, too." I had to change the subject, or I'd die of embarrassment. "You guys want to check to see if we can find any dolphins? We like to swim with 'em," I said. I went over to the compartment on the large deck where we keep binoculars, fins, masks, and other shit like that. That's also where the bar was. "By the way, boys, there are drinks in here. Cokes and beer in the frig; hard stuff next to that. There are cups and an ice machine, too." Their eyes all lit up when I mentioned refreshments. "Oh, and there are snacks down there, too. Just help yourself whenever you're ready. It's all part of your passage, so there's no charge for any of it." That made them even more excited. "I'll have a beer," Wayne said. He appeared to be the oldest of the group. "Me, too," they all chimed in. "You having one, Kevin," James asked. "Not right now. In a few minutes, I have to help Rick set the sails. But you guys help yourselves--that is, if your dad don't mind." "He don't mind," James said, "as long as we don't get shitfaced drunk. He told us that on the way down here." I got the boys settled with their beers and binoculars, and we started down the ladder to the stern deck. Once we were down there, and they were searching for dolphins, I heard Rick pipe for me. "I'll see you guys in a few minutes. I've got work to do now." Ordinarily, setting the sails took only about fifteen minutes if everything went smoothly. That day, though, I had to climb the mast and loosen some tangled rope. When I looked down, I saw four pairs of binoculars trained on me. I grabbed my cock and shook it at them, and they almost fell overboard laughing. I remember thinking they were all in love with me. Eventually, we did spot some dolphins, as I knew we would, and we hauled in the sails, dropped anchor, and all dove in to play with them. Rick and I had to show the boys how to ride the dolphins without injuring their delicate skin, and the kids were squealing with joy as they played with the friendly mammals. One dolphin, in particular, was especially cute. He, or she, kept gently nudging the boys' crotches with his/her snout, and they loved it. "Looks like he wants to make some dolphin love with you guys," I said. Everybody laughed, but Martin and Duke positively howled. Rick swam up beside me and said, "Goddamn, you're good. All six of these guys would let you shit down their throats, if you wanted to." "Maybe later," I said. Then Rick howled. After the swim and showers, nobody bothered to get dressed. We made it to a spot southwest of Cuba by nightfall. There we hauled in the sails, weighed anchor, and settled in for the night. After what everyone declared to be the most spectacular sunset they had ever seen (yeah, right! only if you live in Chicago where the sun doesn't shine for eight months out of the year), Rick suggested drinks. He set out the booze and mixers, got some cheese, crackers, nuts, and shit like that for them to munch on, and he and I went down to the galley to fix dinner. It was easy enough: salad, microwaved potatoes, and gigantic slabs of prime beef. I set the table on the stern deck, and they brought their drinks down there so we could all be together as I grilled the steaks. I had a bourbon and coke, but I had learned not to drink too much too early in the evening. It didn't inspire confidence in the passengers when the first mate passed out. Although, those guys were so congenial, I could have shit on the table, and it would have been just a barrel of laughs to them. We served key lime pie (not one of my personal favorites, but everyone expects it on a boat out of Key West) and coffee for dessert. We went back up on the main deck, where Rick had thoughtfully pulled out the vinyl mat, after we finished at the table. Everyone pitched in to help us clean up, and we appreciated that. I got out my guitar, and we all made after-dinner drinks. I stuck with my favorite, bourbon and coke, and the other kids drank beer. I think Rick and the older men had brandy or scotch or something like that. We had a great time singing and telling stories and such for a couple of hours. By nine o'clock, though, Martin and Duke were ready for bed. I knew the spermlets were nowhere near ready, and, frankly, neither were Rick and I. "Are you guys lovers," Wayne asked. Rick and I looked at each other and answered "yes" simultaneously. "What's that mat for," Eddie, the next oldest one, asked. "Well, Ed, sometimes sex breaks out on this deck at night, and it's good to have sometime soft under you, unless you're the top man, of course. In which case you don't need it." Eddie blushed a little bit. "You think sex is liable to break out tonight," James asked. I think he was teasing, but it was hard to tell from the tone of his voice. Hell, he might have been dead serious in his question. "Son," Rick said in his Captain's voice, "given my many years of experience doing this, I'd say there was no way in fucking hell it won't." We all roared with laughter at the comment and at Rick's mock-seriousness. "In fact," he continued, "I sorta have a need to stretch out on that mat right now. Anyone care to join me?" It was as though Rick had been a Roman emperor and had just given the order for an orgy to begin to a group of men who had been on the battlefield for six years. We were all over each other in a matter of seconds. The orgy that ensued was just that--an orgy. It seemed like everyone wanted a part of me, my cock, my ass, my nipples, my mouth. I soon lost track of who was fucking me, who was sucking my cock, whose cock I was sucking. It was unbelievable and fabulous. I know I fucked Rick because I made it a point to find his ass. And I know he fucked me, for the same reason. Other than that, the darkness, the identical twins, the two other boys who were basically interchangeable to me, all made it seem like I was the object of invasion. And I loved it. I came five or six times, the last ones dry, I'm sure, but they sure felt good. It was sex on the mat the way I had imagined it would be, and there was no telling who was with whom. When it was over, and we had all had time to recover, Rick made us all drinks and brought us cigarettes. It was really nice lying against those guys. "We love you, Kevin," James said. "Yeah," said John and Eddie in unison. "Yeah," said Wayne and Rick in one voice. "I love you guys, too," I said. Then, as the cigarette between my fingers burned its way out, I fell asleep. I knew Rick took it out of my hand and crushed it out. In the half-sleep of just nodding off, I noticed the others leave the deck and head down to their cabins. Rick stayed with me, though, and covered me with part of his body. It was wonderful to have my man on top of me, I remember thinking, and then I passed into the sleep of the "innocent." First light came early on the Caribbean, even in winter. It must have been around five when I awoke. I had to piss really bad, so I got up and went to the side of the boat. I unloaded my bourbon and cokes from the night before. I had to shit, too, no doubt from all the cum that had been sent up me the night before. I stuck my ass over the rail, as Rick had taught me to do, and I dumbed a huge load. I used a napkin from the bar to whipe my ass, but it came off almost unblemished. I had a clean shit. The morning was cool, so I got a blanket from the supply chest on deck and wrapped it around Rick and me. He was still sound asleep, so I lay there luxuriating in his warmth. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I was totally and completely in love with this guy, and all the wild sex with the guys my age was as dross in the wind compared to him. We woke up in another hour and went below to set out the breakfast stuff. Rick had bought some pre-cooked bacon, and I warmed some in the microwave and had a bacon and toast sandwich. It tasted pretty good. Rick ate a couple of bagels and cream cheese, and that was probably pretty good, too. Rick and I went back onto the deck. "We ought to hose off this mat and put it up to dry before the others get up," he said. We did that. "Did you enjoy yourself last night," Rick asked with a knowing grin. "Not really," I said, teasing him. "You know I'm not all that hot for sex." He laughed when I said that. "You think those boys are hot," he said, ignoring my irony. "Yeah, they are. They're nice, too. Friendly, not stuck up or anything. Cool guys." "Which one do you like best," he asked. I wasn't sure where this was leading. "Hell. Fuck. I don't know, man. The guy I like best on this boat--no, this earth--is standing right here next to me, though." "You shithead, I wish I thought you meant it." That remark sent a chill through me. I turned to Rick with the most serious face I had worn in weeks. "You don't think I do?" "I'm sorry, babe. Of course I think you do. I was just teasing you. But your reaction just now made me doubly sure I'm your guy." "You fucking asshole! Why did you do that to me? Goddamn it, Rick. I love you. I'm _in_ fucking love with you." I was silent for a moment. "That hurts my feelings, man. Goddamn." He could see I was upset, and he took me in his arms. "Babe, I am so fucking sorry. I realize now that wasn't funny. I meant it to be, but you mean everything to me. I can't stand to think I hurt you." We stood in a clutched embrace for a long time. Both of us got hard, but neither of us acted upon that condition. I started sobbing. "Jesus, Kevin. Please don't cry. I know you love me. I'm just scared of losing you, is all. I want you to have a good time. In fact, I insist you have a good time. I'm just so scared you'll leave me. It would kill me." "I'm not going anywhere, babe. Ever. Not fucking ever. You got to know that. You got to know you're more important to me than I am to myself. If you were dying, and I could save you by dying instead, I'd demand to do it. That's how I feel about you. It isn't the sex, although that's great between us. It's _you_, man. Rick. It's _you_!" "Oh, God, Kevin. You make me so happy." He was crying, too, by now. "Don't ever challenge me again, man. Okay?" "I won't babe. I won't." We stood on the deck, wrapped tight in each other's arms, for a long time. I realized Rick was a little jealous of the attention I had gotten from the younger guys. I didn't understand it or know what I could do about it, but I loved him the more for it. After a long time, he said, "Let's get underway. Let's set the sails." "Ay-ay, capt'n," I said. He kissed me, and we got the sails hoisted for the day. It had become our custom to then move to the bow of the boat and couple. Sometimes I was in Rick, sometimes he was in me. That morning, I stood behind him and entered him. It wasn't fucking, exactly. It was more like just standing there joined as one. That particular morning, after what was probably our first "argument," that simple act was more meaningful than it had ever been. My cock was my gift to him, and his ass, his body, his being, was his gift to me. We swayed gently, as we usually did, and both of us enjoyed the tenderness and closeness we felt for that half hour. Eventually, of course, the gentle swaying of the boat under sail made us come. I didn't shoot the first or second or third times we came. By the fourth, my orgasm erupted in semen, and it was one of the hardest and best of my life. Everyone else on board slept late or made their way to the galley without disturbing us, and I felt a closeness to Rick that morning that I had never known before. By nine o'clock, everyone was up. The spermlets had gotten huge breakfasts, as I figured they would, and we joined them and the older guys on the mid-deck. "We're going to sail for about five more hours," Rick said. "Then we'll anchor off the coast of the island where we'll spend the night. This island happends to be surrounded by a spectacular coral reef, so we can do some snorkeling or diving, if you guys want to. Any of you certified divers?" None of them were. "Ok, snorkeling it will be, then," he said. "Kevin and I can teach you how." We spent the rest of the day lounging in the sun. The spermlets were burned from the day before, so Rick and I applied his special ointment to them. I think it turned them on a little to have us rubbing all over their bodies. The twins both got hard. They were gorgeous to look at--perfect faces, well-developed bodies, seductive hair-patterns on their lower extremities. Their cocks, though, weren't all that big. Soft, they were little buds growing out of the abundant pubic hair they both had. Hard, they were maybe five inches. Wayne was about the same, and Eddie was only slightly bigger. Martin and Duke wouldn't have qualified as porn stars, either, but they were fully grown, so their cocks were a little bigger than the boys'. We decided to fish, and they all wanted me to fish, too. Martin caught a really nice red snapper, maybe five pounds. The boys kept hooking trash fish, so we let them all go back into the water. I had the best luck of the day, hauling in a twenty-pound yellow-fin tuna. They all got really excited when I started fighting it, and, frankly, I did, too. Rick gaffed it and pulled it aboard. "This could feed us the rest of the trip," he said, with obvious pride in his voice. He looked at me and grinned, and I knew that our love was as solid as granite. Rick and I both secretly wished one of our guests would catch something really worthwhile, and, finally, James hooked a blue marlin. Wow! We wouldn't eat it, of course, but it was _The Old Man and the Sea_ re-enacted on our deck. He fought that fish for over an hour, and Rick kept giving him advice about how to handle it. I took a bunch of Poloroids of him, and he looked strong and handsome and manly reeling in that fish. Possibly from the excitement of the fight, possibly from having to piss, James got rock hard as he fought the marlin. I continued taking pictures until the roll of film ran out, and, in the last ones, his hard-on was clearly visible. He wasn't huge, but his cock was really nicely formed. The pictures of him hard were the best I took. Finally, when he landed it, we all applauded. James was exhausted, so we got him a beer and some snacks, and we hoisted it onto the mast for pictures. After the pictures, Martin asked if that fish could be mounted. "Probably," I said, "but I wouldn't ask it for a blowjob." They all screamed with laughter. "You're about as cute as anyting I've ever seen," Dr. Duke said. I blushed, I'm sure, and they all laughed at me. We ended up putting the fish in the walk-in freezer off the galley so they could have it stuffed. I didn't blame them. It was a trophy of the first order. Just about the time we picked up the fishing tackle for the day, the radar siren went off, signaling we were close to something. Rick and I knew it was the island and the reef, but it scared the shit out of the spermlets. After we weighed anchor, we distributed the snorkeling gear, Rick gave an orientation to the sport, and we all dove in. As with the times before, the reef and sea life it supported were gorgeous, and everyone was wonderfully impressed. I took a spear gun, as I usually did, but, once again, there was no need to use it. I did find a bunch of lobsters, though, and I tucked them away in the bag I carried. Altogether, I caught nine. That would be enough for us for dinner, with one for someone who wanted seconds. Rick was in search of crabs, but he ended up picking up a couple of lobsters, too. When I told him how many I had, he released his crabs and gathered clams and muscles. Everybody always had a great time snorkeling on that reef. There were other chances to snorkel on the trip, and some of the reefs were much larger and better. But that one was always the first, so it was always the most memorable. Rick asked whether we wanted tuna or lobster for dinner. I wanted lobster, but I knew I had to give in to what the guests wanted. They wanted lobster, too, though, so we set up a huge pot over a fire on the beach and waited for the water to boil. While it was boiling, we had drinks and snacks. I had brought a sketch pad with me from the boat on this particular outing, and I sketched John and James lying beside one another. They were naked, of course, as were the rest of us, and I made it a point of making their cocks a little bigger than they were in real life. When I was finished, I presented it to Martin. "My God, Kevin, this is perfect," he said. Everyone wanted to see it, and John and James thought it was wonderful. "You've got some real talent, son," Duke said. "Thank you, sir," I said, reverting to my Panama City habit. He didn't object to being called "sir," though. "You've obviously had some training," Duke continued. "Just in high school," I said. "I took AP art. That's all." " 'AP'?" "Advanced Placement," I said. I explained that Advanced Placement is a program of the College Board whereby you can take college-level courses in high school and actually earn college credit at many colleges if you pass the exam. "Do they have that at your school, boys," Martin asked his sons. They didn't know, but Wayne and Eddie, who were graduates, assured him they didn't. "Shit, I thought Southern schools were behind us. I guess I was wrong," Martin said. I just shrugged. "I got thirty college credits through AP," I said. "That's pretty good, but it's hardly a record." "Damn," Martin said. I had to take a leak, so I excused myself from the group on the beach. James came with me. As we were standing off to the side, cocks in hand, James asked, "Will you draw a picture of me catching that fish? I'll pay you." I was completely taken by surprise. "Yeah. Sure, man," I said. "You've got those Poloroids, right? Can you use them?" This boy had obviously thought about this and saw an opportunity to get a drawing of just him catching a heroic fish. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. I'll do it, man." He reached over and grabbed my cock. We had finished pissing by then, and he turned me toward him. "I think I'm in love with you," he said, and he kissed me. I returned the kiss, and I started getting a little turned on. My cock put on weight, and James's cock got almost half hard. "Whooa, man," I said. "I'd love to fuck you right here and now, but we ought to wait till later. We'll have time to be together." "Yeah, you're right," he said. We went back to the group at the fire. John noticed our cocks right away and stiffled a laugh. Considering all of us had been partially hard at various times during the day, the others took no notice. Or, if they did, they didn't say anything. After we ate and cleaned up, Rick asked if anyone was interested in a moon-lit stroll on the beach. It was a full moon, and the water glistened and sparkled like it had stars in it. The night was warm and mild, and it was just right for a beach stroll. Rick pulled me aside. "I noticed you and James were partially hard when you came back from pissing. Why don't you walk with him and let me walk with Wayne. I think the boy wants you bad." "You sure, man," I asked, remembering our "argument" of earlier in the day. "Of course, I'm sure. I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't sure." "He wants me to draw a picture of him catching the fish. He even offered to pay me." "Cool," Rick said. "Do it. These guys have lots of money. Draw several versions of it, but only offer him one. I think we can market those pictures of yours. And maybe prints, too. I didn't know you were such a good artist." "Market them? What do you mean?" "Sell them, man. Have some copies printed and matted, and we could sell those to guys in Key West in a heartbeat. Make him as sexy as you can, okay?" "Okay. Enjoy your walk with Wayne," I said. I winked at Rick and tweaked his nipple. He grabbed my ass. Rick was right about James wanting to walk with me. I took my pack of smokes and a lighter with us. That might give us an excuse to stop and sit for a while. Sure enough, after we had walked for about fifteen minutes, bumping each other into the surf and rubbing against one another, I asked James if he wanted to smoke. He did, so we moved up to the tree line and sat down. "Do you and John smoke in front of your dad," I asked. Martin and Duke were non-smokers. "Not usually. He knows we smoke, and we smoke in our rooms, but Duke hates it worst than anything. We never smoke in front of him." "Does Duke live with you guys? Or with your dad, I mean?" "No. Dad spends lots of nights at his place, though. He comes out to our house sometimes, but it's usually just to pick up Dad. I think Duke is uncomfortable around John and me." "Do you guys spend any time with your mom," I asked. "She's dead." "Jesus, man. I'm sorry. I didn't know." "That's okay. She was killed in a car wreck when we were two. Dad has raised us by himself." "Do you remember her," I asked. "Not really. We have some pictures, so we know what she looked like. But as far as actual memories, we don't have any." We finished our cigarettes about half-way through that conversation, but neither of us made a move to get up and walk any more. Instead, I turned to James and kissed him. He returned my kiss with considerable passion, and, soon, our tongues were in each other's mouths. We made out for a few minutes, and we both got hard. I put my hand on his cock and gently stroked it. He purred and moaned slightly. I knew it felt good. I moved him onto his back and got between his legs. I put his calves on my shoulders and got his asshole up high enough for me to reach. I was careful not to get any sand on my dick; that would have been a killer inside him, which is where I intended it to be in a few minutes. He loved having his hole eaten, and it seemed to open to my tongue of its own accord. I was literally leaking precum, and the skin on the head of my cock was pulled all the way back. I slowly entered him, and he took me like a veteran. I started fucking him, slowly at first, but he told me to do it harder and faster. I could feel the crinkled surface of his prostate, and I knew I was giving him a fucking to remember. We fucked for a few minutes, and then I felt him tense up like he was about to come. "Come for me, babe," I said. "Shoot it." "I'm gonna shoot, but don't stop, okay? I can shoot more than once." "Okay," I said. When his orgasm hit, it made me climax, as well. I tightened all my internal muscles, and I had an orgasm but didn't shoot cum. I kept fucking him, though. His cock never went down. I was the first to climax on the second round, but, again, I didn't shoot. My orgasm was twice as strong as the first one had been, and that had been considerable. We kept that up for a much longer time before he came a third time. Again, I came, too, but no cum. Finally, very out of breath, I rested my head on his chest. "Goddamn, those were good," I said. "Did you shoot? I didn't feel anything." "Not yet. I climaxed, but I don't always shoot when I come." "Really," he asked, sounding surprised. "How do you keep from shooting?" "It's something I do with my internal muscles. Let's just shut up and rest." We rested for ten minutes or so. I could feel his heart beating against my ear on his chest, and, unless I was imagining things, I thought I could feel it pulsating against my cock inside him. He was beginning to lose his hard-on, as guys will, even eighteen-year-olds, after three stupendous orgasms. "I want to shoot cum this time," I whispered in his ear. "Can you handle more of this?" "You just try, me, boy." I could see his gorgeous grin in the moonlight. I started pumping again. My cock hadn't lost any of its rigidity, but he was only half-hard. I pushed him back almost onto his shoulders and got on my knees. I fucked my cock in and out of him, just as I had done before. This time, though, I managed to get his cock in my mouth and sucked it. It stiffened right up, but I didn't let it go. We fucked for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, trying to reach orgasm. Finally, I felt him stiffen, and I knew he was there. I went into auto-fuck at that point and plunged in and out of him by instinct. His climax made his ass clamp onto my cock like a warm, smooth vice, and I dumped my load into him. When my cock finally got too soft to stay inside him, we lay next to one another, smoking. "I love you," he said. "Come on, man. We've only known one another for a little more than a day. Besides, I'm in love with Rick." "Oh, I know. And I'm in love with Wayne. But I still love you." We both laughed. "You love sex," I said. "That's what you love." "Guilty," he said, with a chuckle. "But so do you. And you're so handsome and talented and built and all. How can anybody not love you?" I felt myself blush. I was glad he couldn't see that in the moonlight. "Well, nobody's gonna turn away from _you_ in disgust, that's for damn sure, dude." "You really think I'm cute?" "Shit, James. You and John are about the cutest boys I've ever seen. Duh." "Nobody has ever told me I'm cute. Nobody I was attracted to, at least." "Wayne doesn't tell you that," I asked in disbelief. "I don't think he ever has," James said. "Do you tell him you think he's cute. Cause he is, you know. Very cute." "No, I don't think so." "Well, tell him, man. You're both cute and hot and horny and gorgeous. All four of you guys are. You got to communicate how you feel about a guy. Then he'll tell you how he feels." "I guess you're right," he said. Just then, I put my hand on James's chest and felt all the cum that was still on him. "Let's get in the water and wash off. We're both a mess," I said. We ran down to the surf and got in. The water was cooler then than it had been earlier in the day, but it felt good to wash the sweat and cum off ourselves. After we finished in the water, I suggested we walk back to camp. When we got there, everyone else was waiting for us. John grinned knowingly, as did Rick. Rick took Martin and Duke back to the boat for the night, and he brought back blankets, booze, and snacks. "I thought it might be fun to camp on the island," he said. We all agreed. I suggested we find more fire wood, and we did, in no time at all. We snuggled up against our boyfriends. "I've been meaning to ask you guys," Eddie started. "Why do you wear those nipple rings?" "Don't you like 'em," I asked. "Man, I think they're fucking cool. But is that the only reason? Just for decoration?" "Are your nipples sensitive, Eddie," Rick asked by way of reply. "What do you mean?" "Not very," John answered for him. "Well, these things make your nipples three or four times more sensitive than they already are. We wear 'em for sex, plain and simple. Ain't that right, Kevin?" "You got it, man. Rick can make me come, or I can do it to myself, just by playing with my nips with these rings in them." "No shit," the twins said in unison. "That's right. You guys ought to give 'em some thought," Rick said. "Do they ever hurt," Wayne asked. "Naw. Didn't even hurt when I had mine done," I replied. "Make yourself come," Wayne said. "With just your nips, I mean." "He's probably comed out," James said. Rick laughed, and I could tell James was a little embarrassed. "No, I can probably do it," I said. "Remember, I didn't shoot as much as you did." "Busted," John said to his brother. "Are you pissed, Wayne?" "Naw. He told me this afternoon he was gonna get some of that cock. I ain't the jealous type." That made us all laugh, but I also thought he was serious. I knelt down then lowered my ass onto my feet. I got in position for all to see, and I started playing with my nipples. I had only done that a couple of times, and never in front of Rick. I knew he didn't care, though. I got hard in about thirty seconds. I concentrated on the electricity that ran between my nipples and my cock. I wanted to come. Pretty soon my cock was leaking precum. Then it started twitching involuntarily. I was enjoying myself, and I had the undivided attention of everyone around me, including Rick. This was a new stunt for him, too. After ten minutes of nipple play, I felt the first contraction begin. In seconds, I was pumping out a rather healthy load. They all cheered when I shot my cum, and a drop of it even hissed on the fire. "I'm getting mine pierced," Wayne said. "I want to be able to do that, too." We all laughed. We had a couple more drinks. We sat quietly, talking of this and that. Then, one by one, each couple started making out. For some reason, I was unusually horny that night, and Rick was like a tiger in heat. We kissed and sucked and rimmed each other, bringing each other to the brink of ecstasy and pulling each other back, over and over. Finally, I got on my back, and Rick entered my ass. I felt more in touch with him at that moment than I ever had before, and I never wanted the fucking to end. I had several dry orgasms, each one harder and longer and more intense than the one before it. When I finally gave up my cum, the orgasm almost made me lose consciousness. We moved to our sides so we could go to sleep joined together. I fell asleep soon after that, with Rick still in me. I woke up the next morning to Rick licking my neck and ear. He was still inside me, and my cock was raging hard. "Hey, handsome," he whispered. "Hey, babe," I said. "Are the others still asleep?" "Yeah. Look around." I propped myself up on my right elbow to survey the situation. Rick had his arms around me to hold me to him, and that kept him securely in my hole. "It feels soooooo good having you in me. Did you stay in all night?" "Yep. That's the first time I've ever done that," he replied. "Me, too. So are you gonna fuck me?" "You want me to," he asked. This was a game we sometimes played. We both knew the answer to that question. I had never been fucked on a full bladder before, and I couldn't wait to see what it felt like. "Does a bear shit in the woods," I asked. "Does a stud come in his boy," he asked. We both laughed, careful not to be too loud to awaken the others. Rick started a gentle in and out thrust, and I matched his rhythm. Not only was he right on my prostate, but he was also right on my bladder. God, the feeling was unbelievable. He moved a hand up to my left nipple and played with the ring in it as he pumped my ass. That was more than I could stand, and I climaxed hard. This time, I didn't try to hold my cum back. My internal contractions made Rick come, too. "Let loose in me, okay," I asked. "You mean my piss?" "Yeah." As I felt the hot piss drain into my ass, my own bladder exploded. My cock was still hard, pointed up toward my chest, so my piss hit my chest and helped wash away the cum from my orgasm of moments before. I was in heaven, I thought. Rick and I separated, and I ran to the water. I had to unload my bowels, and that seemed like the best place to do it. I washed the cum and piss off my chest, and I emptied out the piss and cum and shit that was inside me. It felt great. I went back on the beach, and Rick and I had cigarettes. "Should we wake them up," I asked. "No. Let's go back to the boat and set out breakfast and get ready for the day. We can come back for them in an hour or so. It's still pretty early, and they were up late last night. We're working, but this is their vacation." "True," I responded. We did as we planned. Martin and Duke were already up, and they had made coffee with the stuff Rick had set out the night before. They didn't mind doing that in the least, and it was nice to have a cup of hot coffee waiting when we got back to the boat. It didn't take us long to set out the breakfast stuff. We did some minor straightening up on the deck, then Rick and I showered and shaved. It was still pretty early, and Rick looked through binoculars to see if he could see anyone stirring on the island. They were all still sound asleep. We joined Marty and Duke on the deck for coffee. "Are my boys wearing you out," Marty asked. "They consider you a celebrity, you know?" "They're not wearing me out, at least not yet," I replied. "But I _did_ get to know James a lot better last night." Marty, Duke, and Rick all chuckled. "James is a lot more aggressive sexually than John is," Marty said. "I'll agree with that assessment," I said, and, again, everyone chuckled. We finished our coffee and had another cup. When I had finished mine, Rick asked me if I would mind going back to the island to get the boys. I packed up juice, breakfast food, coffee, sugar, cream, cups, napkins, and everything else we needed for a picnic breakfast. "Take your time, okay," Marty said with a wink. "Sure," I said, grinning back at him. I wasn't sure what that meant, exactly. Marty and Duke had both eyed Rick pretty carefully, and I wondered if they were going to put a move on him. Later, Rick told me that's exactly what happened, and they had a rather vigorous three-some on the deck opposite the island. When I got to the island, James was already awake and sporting a raging hard-on. I couldn't tell if he was sexually excited or just had to piss real bad. "Hi," I said. "Looks like you're ready for something," I joked. "I gotta piss," he said. He kind of staggered off to the edge of the rain forest and added to the moisture of the place. When he came back, he got some coffee and lit a cigarette. "Did you like fucking me last night," he asked, a bit sheepishly. "Couldn't you tell I did," I replied. "Well, you didn't make cum. I've never heard of that before." "I didn't shoot; that's true. But I did _come_. In fact, if I remember right, I came four times. And I did shoot that last time. You just don't remember." "Does it feel good to come without shooting?" "Oh, man. Much better than shooting cum. In fact, the intensity builds with each one. When I finally shoot, sometimes it's so hard and so intense I almost pass out." "Fuck, I wish I could do that." I tried my best to explain how I did it, but I'm not sure James fully understood. I told him to practice while he jerked off, and he assured me he would. Gradually the others woke up. Like James, they were hard with piss, and, when they had relieved themselves, joined us for breakfast. I wasn't sure how much time Marty wanted me to take, but I decided to err on the side of too much, rather than too little. "Y'all want to do some exploring," I asked. They all did. We took off into the forest. We were all completely naked, and it felt kind of itchy to have the ferns and palmettos and other vegetation rubbing against our bodies. Eventually, we came to a freshwater lake in the middle of the island. That was unusual for those islands. Most of them were dry. We played around in the water, and, all of a sudden, Eddie screamed. "What the fuck's wrong, man," I asked. "Goddamn. There's a huge motherfucking snake over there," he said. "Where," Wayne demanded. Eddie pointed, and Wayne took off in that direction. We kind of lost sight of him behind some plants growning out of the water. When he emerged, he had a huge snake, four feet long and about eight inches thick, on his shoulders. "Jesus Christ, Wayne. What the fuck is that thing," James demanded. "My new pet," Wayne said. "It's an anaconda. I'm going to take it home with me." "That fucker will bite you, man," James said with obvious worry in his voice. Wayne grinned and opened the snake's mouth. There were some tiny teeth, but certainly no fanges. "Not likely," Wayne said, and grinned. "He loves snakes," James said. "I can't stand them, but he loves 'em." "Are you guys ready to go back to the boat," I asked. They were. We cleaned up our campsite and loaded everything, including the snake, on board the dingy. Then we headed back to the boat. The other guys were alternately scared, excited, and fascinated by the snake. Rick got out a crab trap to put it in, and we all agreed it would be a wonderful souvenier of the trip for Wayne. We spent that morning as we spent most days, fishing, sunning, hanging out, and, occasionally, getting it on with one another. That day was special, though, because it was the day we made it to Jamaica. We got within sight of the island around one o'clock. Everybody but me got dressed to go ashore. I promised the boys I would join them that night, but Rick and I didn't usually go ashore with the guests in the afternoon. For one thing, we had already done it several times--Rick, many times--and, for another thing, it was one of the rare times on each trip that he and I could be alone on the boat. Rick took them ashore in the dingy while I stayed back, still naked.