Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 20:20:36 +1200
From: orbis@waipa.com
Subject: Boating - Part 02

BOATING - AN OCEAN DISCOVERY

Part 2

This series involves vivid descriptions of sexual activity involving guys
aged between 17 and 22 years old. You don't like that - well - your in the
WRONG place! So - here we are at part two... The guys look like they are in
with a chance if they can convince Luke. Some of you may have noticed some
name and age changes in Part 1 from the original 94 extracts - well, after
a lot of revising and letting the story sit quietly on a dusty CD in a
cupboard - I felt it needed a few minor changes to make it work a bit
better. As always - comments are welcome at orbis@waipa.com.

Yours,
Orbis


"Looks like it's closing time guys. We have a lot of work to do in the next
two days. You guys have most of it. Remember, there will be no delays in
sailing. We need to meet again tomorrow evening to work on the ground rules
for the trip. Is here at 7 Ok for you?"

Displaying obvious pleasure the three young men nodded their agreement. The
four left for their respective homes. Luke left for the Hotel thinking that
what he was doing was one of the most stupid things he had considered in
his life. Perhaps it was the copious amounts of beer he had
consumed. Tomorrow things may seem different, he may yet have to disappoint
the three young men who had managed to win him over that evening.

During the day the three friends had things to do. Scott told his father
that negotiations had reached a point where he was quite prepared to say
"Sorry dad, this is my last morning working for you."  Grant Cameron knew
how persuasive his son could be, and had been half expecting to hear
this. He made a mental note to call Luke later that morning to check if
Scott was as accurate as he was hoping in his predictions.

Jason called his supermarket at 9 in the morning. He was already half an
hour late. He eventually got the manager on the phone.

"Look, I know this is really not fair on you, but I have just had some
terrible news from Britain. My brother has been in a really bad accident
and I am flying to be with him tomorrow morning. I'm afraid I don't know
how long I'll be gone, so I think you'll have to replace me."

Jason's boss took the story hook, line and sinker. He said he would get his
final pay sorted out immediately and have it paid into his bank account by
that afternoon.

Dean went to work as normal that morning, arriving at 5.50 am to be ready
to start at 6. During his morning smoko break Dean went into the duty
manager's office.

"Um, I know it's kind of the middle of the season, and this is not going to
make your day, but I'm handing in my notice."

Dean's boss rolled his eyes.

"Great. Got a better job have you?"

"Something like that."

"So when do you want to leave?"

"Today."

"Like hell!  There's no way we can roster anyone to take your place for at
least two weeks!  You are working under a contract you know."

"Yeah, I know. Have you read it?"

"Of course I've read it!"

"Then you should know that as a casual employee, I can do this. I can give
no notice if I want. I didn't even have to come in today. I thought it
would be better if I told you in person."

"Well, if you think it's funny to tell me this on the day that you intend
to leave, then I think it's better for all concerned if you just consider
yourself fired!"

"I think not!  I'll let you think about what you just said for a while, and
if you still feel that way at lunch time, then, I'll just have to call the
union I guess."

With that Dean walked out of the office with a satisfied smile on his
face. He had always thought that guy was a self centred, arrogant bastard.

At 10.45 Luke's phone rang. He had just been going out the door, so swore
as he walked back into the room to answer it.

"Yes?"

"Luke, it's Grant Cameron here, do you have a moment?"

"Sure, is there a problem?"

"Not at all, the Nova's finished and raring to go. I just wanted to ask you
about your meeting last night. Scott tells me that this morning is the last
time he will be working for me for a while. Now this either means he has
the wrong impression about going with you, or you changed your mind."

"Well, I guess he could have gotten that impression."

"I need to be on your side on this. Was it a guilt trip he used, or did he
use some other form of pressure on you?  I just want to be sure that you
are truly happy for this thing to happen."

"To be quite honest Grant, I have come to the conclusion that this could
actually work out, if the four of us put a hell of a lot of effort into
it."

"Oh, so he did manage to introduce those other two into the equation did
he?"

"Yeah. I think I should really arrange a meeting with all the parents
really soon though to discuss what is developing here. Does that sound like
a reasonable idea to you?"

"Absolutely Luke. I know them all quite well, well you can't really help it
can you when your kid seems to spend more time at another kid's house than
yours. I could get us all together if you like. When would be the best
time?"

"I'm meeting with the three of them this evening at seven to give my final
verdict, so I guess it would be best if we could do it before then."

"Today's Tuesday isn't it. Let's see. I think we could all be together
somewhere by about sixish. How about I arrange that we all meet on the Nova
at six this evening. I'll give you a call about five if there's any
problem, Ok?"

"Sounds great. If I'm not here at five, leave a message with reception and
I'll check around ten past. See you then."

Luke hung up and headed toward the door once again. There was still a lot
he had to sort out for himself in the next two days.

A few minutes before six Luke arrived at the marina and boarded his new
boat for the fourteenth time that day. He had spent most of the day
learning and testing his computer controlled navigation and communication
system. He was now the proud owner of one of the most advanced navigational
systems in the country.

Not long after he arrived two cars parked near the pier and five people
made their way to the Nova. As they boarded Grant introduced them.

"Luke, I'd like you to meet my wife, Andrea, Penny and Sean Anderson,
Dean's parents and Jason's dad, Steve Stringer."

After the obligatory handshakes Luke gave the grand tour of his new
toy. After emerging from the cabin to the aft deck Penny walked to the
stern of the boat and rested her hand on the strangely shaped railing.

"Why is the railing here like this?  It looks a little strange."

Luke smiled and answered. "You'll notice that it bows out towards the water
there. And there's that flat piece of steel running across there just below
the bowed out bit?  Well try sitting on that flat piece."

Penny gingerly turned around to face the cabin door and grasping the
railing, lowered herself down onto the steel slat.

"Now if you slide back a bit so your back is against the railing, and the
slat is under your thighs. That's right. Now look down below you."

"I'm sitting over the water!"

"That's right. When we're at sea that's where Dean will be sitting when he
needs to, um, relieve himself."

"Why on earth would you want to wave you bum out over the water when
there's a toilet in the cabin?"

Grant Cameron answered her. "It's a water usage thing. Because of the
design of the boat and the plumbing system the toilet must use fresh water
to avoid some rather nasty corrosion problems. This way, when on a long
haul where conserving water is especially important the, um, direct
delivery approach is much better."

Jason's father laughed and said, "Does Jason know about this yet?"

"No, I haven't mentioned that one to them yet. I guess Scott knows, but he
may not have even thought to mention it."

"Well, I'd love to be there the first time he needs to go and you tell him
he has to use that!  I might have to ask you to take a photo of the look on
his face!"

The conversation continued for about half an hour as the assembled parents
quizzed Luke on every aspect of his intended route and safety aspects of
the boat. Grant was able to help with explaining the design decisions and
Luke showed off the high tech features he had just managed to get working.

The final question of the evening came from Steve Stringer.

"Now, if you are happy to take Jason and the other boys along with you,
what do you expect from them in return?  I don't necessarily mean in terms
of money, more like behaviour and attitudes I guess. I'm asking this so I
know what to tell him he has to do to get my blessing for this."

Luke thought for a moment. "That's a tough question to answer because it
wasn't too long ago that I had no inclination to take anyone. But I guess
what I would have to have from him, from all of them, is an agreement to
comply with a few guidelines. Things like openness and honesty, tolerance
for my foibles and each other's, a willingness to accept my word as master
of the vessel. Oh, and probably most important of all, cooperation."

"The makings of a politician here I think. Yep, that answers my questions,
and as far as I'm concerned, Jason can now make up his own mind weather he
really wants to do this after your meeting tonight. I'm quite satisfied
that he won't drown unless it's his own stupid fault."

Sean Anderson followed up, "About the meeting tonight, are you going to
explain all those guidelines to them and let them know all the gory details
then?"

"Yep. I'll lay out the worst case scenario for them tonight, that may still
put them off."

Sean and Penny spoke together for a moment the Penny said;

"We're happy for things to carry on too. If Dean comes home tonight still
keen to go, then we won't stop him. Thank you Luke for asking to meet with
us like this. We really appreciate it."

Grant nodded his agreement and lead the other three off the boat. As he was
stepping ashore he called back to Luke.

"I may not see you again before you leave. I have to go away on business
tomorrow morning. Don't let Scott kill himself will you?  And more
importantly, don't hurt my boat!"

As the two cars pulled away Luke looked at his watch. He had five minutes
to make it to the pub for his important meeting with his passengers to be.



"Hi guys, sorry I'm late. I was having a chat with your parents."

"You were what?!" asked Jason.

"I was talking to your parents about your ideas. Simple really, I mean they
do still have some say in your lives."

"But my dad's such a prick that he'll find any excuse to say no now."

"Steve's quite a nice guy Jason. If we hadn't met I'm sure all your parents
would have more reason to say no."

Scott and Dean nodded while Jason looked dubious. Over the next hour the
three of them told Luke what preparations they had been making that day and
what they planned to do the next day. Luke spoke very little while they
enthusiastically planned the next six months of their lives. As their
babbling came to a stuttering halt Luke began the business end of the
evening's conversation.

"Ok, now what I want to do guys is speak uninterrupted for a while. I want
to outline for you the basic facts I see as important for you to know at
this stage, and some of the ground rules I feel are necessary. Before I
start though, I want to make it clear that what we talk about tonight is
personal and confidential. This is strictly between us, even if you guys
don't end up going on the trip. Agreed?"

All three nodded in unison.

"Good. Now I am going to be very blunt in what I say here. That's because
that's the way it's going to be throughout. First of all, some of the
things we discussed last night. The clothing thing is first I guess. As
soon as we are out of the harbour, and weather permits, I will be stripping
off all my clothes. I won't put anything back on for any reason other than
safety. Now that of course includes weather conditions, I mean I don't want
to freeze if it gets cold.

"As for you guys, if you want to get naked too, that's fine, in fact, to be
quite honest, I would probably feel a bit more comfortable if you did. But
there would be no compulsion of course. Being naked the whole time raises a
few issues other than the main, obvious ones. I get hardons about as often
as anyone else, especially - to be frank - if there are three cute guys in
close proximity. Being naked, this fact would be pretty hard, pun intended,
to hide. I have no intention of trying to hide it when it happens. That
means you would have to be prepared to get used to seeing me walking around
some of the time with a hardon. It's as simple as that.

"That instantly raises the second issues we talked about last night,
masturbation. Going solely from what you told me last night, you three
appear to have no problem with the fact that guys wank. That's good,
because I certainly do, and will, whenever I feel the need to. Now that
doesn't just mean sneaking off to try and get some privacy late at night.
It means that if, for example, I am standing on the deck at midday one day
with all three of you standing around doing whatever, and I decide to have
a wank, then I will, there and then.

"Like the nakedness issue, this obviously has implications for you as
well. The same thing applies as with the clothing. I would expect you to
feel free to do exactly as I do, but of course wouldn't expect you to do it
if you didn't feel Ok about it. There would have to be some special
guidelines about some aspects of it of course, but that could be worked out
as it happens. Just a warning though, I can guarantee that you would find
me wanking two out of three mornings first thing after waking up, in bed
that is.

"Another thing that may seem a bit strange is the situation with using the
toilet. The toilet in the cabin is not for your general use. That has to be
reserved for special conditions. The toilet we will all be using almost all
of the time is one with natural plumbing and ventilation. Yes, I do mean
shitting in the ocean. There is a special section of railing in the stern
of the boat that has been designed so that when you sit in it your arse is
hanging out over the water. That's where we all shit. And pissing is just
as simple. Stand at the stern and aim for the water. The reasons are all to
do with fresh water conservation, as Scott hopefully knows.

"Now here's a very important rule. No drugs or illegal contraband of any
type on the boat. There's no way I'm going to get done for smuggling. Now
that means total cleanliness. I mean not even a joint, or even an old roach
lost in the bottom of a bag. I will be checking everything you bring on
board, not just for that, but also I don't want anything stupid cluttering
up the space. Smokes and a few beers and that kind of thing are Ok of
course, but you have to keep bulk down as much as possible.

"Another important rule is that I am master of the boat, it's not a
committee type thing. That means whatever I say goes, without question. If
at any stage you decide you can't live with my rules, then we will make for
the nearest port so you can leave.

"The last one I want to mention now is probably the most important of all.
At all times, starting from now, we all have to agree to a policy of full
openness and honesty. If we don't then this just won't work. This means you
have to say whatever is on your mind at the time, no matter what it is,
even if it might hurt someone. Also, if you are asked a question, by me, or
any of us, then you must answer truthfully to the best of your ability.
Even if it is something you would rather not say. Consider it like an
extended game of truth or dare, without the dare part I guess.

"So, how do you guys feel about all that?"

Scott answered first.

"You've been thinking about this all day haven't you?"

"Yep, since last night actually."

"Well I can live with those things Ok. Just one thing I'd like to say right
now though. I'd prefer if, when you're wanking, you didn't deliberately aim
the results at me, if that's alright with you."

The three others at the table burst out laughing and a lot of jostling and
hassling ensued. The sombre spirit Luke's monologue had caused was broken
and the questions began.

"Well guys, if you're happy with that one basic rule, that what I say goes,
then I guess we're going to do it eh?"

After the reaction had died down from Luke's decision the four spoke for
the next two hours deciding on the details of what was to happen the next
day. They all realised that they only had one full day left to be ready to
sail.