Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2014 19:07:40 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sami's Gay Initiation Pt.1

			   SAMI'S GAY INITIATION
				 Chapter 1

"Sami, if you have nothing better to do, come and give me a hand with my
boat."

That was how it all started, not something I planned, or even particularly
wanted. I had been celibate for so long that sexy thoughts or actions
seldom entered my head. When the thoughts did come, occasionally, I must
admit Sami featured in them. He was a local boy, probably less than half my
age, hell, not probably, definitely less than half my age, and at 20 he
stood about 5 foot 6 inches tall. He was a drifter, never seeming to stay
in one place very long but he always came back to our little corner of the
world. I had seen him sleeping on the netting of the kids Hobie Cat on
numerous occasions when I had gone down to the beach early. I never
disturbed him and sometime during the morning before the kids came down to
sail he would disappear. It always surprised me that he never looked dirty
or unkempt so he obviously managed a shower every day and his clothes were
washed and ironed by someone. The story around the bars was that he had a
very big chunk of man meat in his pants but I discounted that as wishful
thinking on the part of some of the younger gays because he never showed
anything. I had no idea whether he was gay and even less interest in
finding out because gorgeous young islanders didn't show any interest in
having a relationship with a guy fast approaching fifty.

He was a very pleasant sight, slim, but very nicely proportioned, very
light skinned, almost white, unusual for an islander and his hair was wavy
rather than kinky. He was also a pleasant enough youngster as well. He
scrounged money and places to sleep but was never a nuisance. In other
words he understood the word 'no'.

I had a quite heavy dinghy that I towed behind my yacht locally, and
hoisted onto the deck if I was going anywhere distant. That was easy
because I just hitched it with a harness to a spare halyard and hoisted it
using a deck winch. The problem this time was that I wanted to get it out
of the water for a thorough bottom clean and a bit of general maintenance
and that entailed getting it onto the deck at the back of my house where
the yacht was moored. Not too difficult but it needed two strong bodies and
I was by myself.

Well, he came and without too much trouble we got the engine off and boat
onto the deck. I could now work on the bottom and then turn it over by
myself to clean up the inside.

"I can stay and help if you like, Kit, and we could then get it back in the
water today."

That comment made sense, otherwise I would have been scrambling around to
find another body to help me put it back in the water the next day, or
whenever.

"Ok, I'll pay you the going rate and feed you when we finish. How does that
sound?"

Happy bunny so we set to. It was amazing how quickly two of us managed to
clean the bottom thoroughly and give it a coat of marine polish. She would
slide through the water more easily now with less friction. We turned her
over and did another very quick but thorough clean of the inflated tubes
and the hard deck. Paddles and anchor cleaned and she was ready to return
to her natural environment.

I let Sami shower and then I followed after settling him down on the deck
with a beer.

Late afternoon and time for sundowners. Instead of walking down to the
local bar, which is what I would normally do, I invited Sami to stay and
have another drink with me on my deck. The chairs were comfortable, the
heat of the day was abating and the sun was now sinking towards the sea
leaving my deck mostly in shadow. He only drank beer and I had a gin and
tonic. He was quite articulate and very relaxed around me after working
with me for a few hours. He would turn the conversation back to me if I
started quizzing him about his life, so he had a lot more knowledge of me
than I had of him. He knew that I was gay, but didn't have a boyfriend,
and, in fact, didn't want one. My last one had been with me for more than
20 years when he died, the pain was too much for me and I closed myself off
from close human contact. I liked it that way, I didn't think I could stand
the possibility of another loss. I wasn't a recluse, I just didn't want
anyone to get close to me.

Renewing Sami's beer, I noticed I had enough meat defrosted to serve two
people so I asked him if he would like to stay for dinner. We could have a
BBQ with a salad and baked potatoes, which was what I was going to have, so
doing it for two was no problem.  He sat at the breakfast bar watching me
as I prepared the salad and zapped the potatoes in the microwave so that
they wouldn't take too long to finish on the BBQ. Chicken breasts, small
chops and sausages made a quite substantial meal. Sami was a very contented
young man by the time we had finished. He helped me clear away and then we
sat and had another drink on the patio.

"Have you got somewhere to sleep tonight Sami?"

He shook his head and replied, "No, I'll just crash on the beach again."

I was surprised he didn't ask to sleep in the villa, but I guess he knew
that I had turned the second bedroom into a study library so the only bed
was mine.

I told him he could sleep here if he wanted to, I was sure we could conjure
up a more comfortable place than the netting on a cat. He appeared
delighted so as it was still early I asked him if he played cards, or
backgammon. I didn't have a TV and didn't want one. When I was by myself I
either listened to music or read.

"I learnt how to play poker but never have the money to get into a school."

I laughed, "I can play as well but we always used to play strip poker, much
more fun and nobody lost any money. Of course a few lost their virginity as
the card game deteriorated into an orgy, frequently."

He was obviously curious so I told him the story.

"A group of us, nearly always gay guys, or very liberal straights would
play for clothes, but to make it more interesting than just dealing the
cards and finding out the loser, we would play with Monopoly money so that
we could bet as normal. When you lost 50 pounds you had to top up your
stake and lose an article of clothing. If you bet too heavily on one hand
you could easily lose two or three articles in one go. When you were naked
you still retrieved money to play, but the guy you retrieved it from would
claim a forfeit. They were held in a list until the game finished, then the
winners would take their forfeits. Forfeits were almost invariably sex so
we would get to watch guys sucking and fucking. Even the straight boys
would submit to a cock in their arse if they lost. It was fun because we
didn't play very often so it never got boring. To make it even more
interesting when we had new boys we would sometimes give the loser the
chance to reverse the forfeit. `If you have a bigger cock than me, I'll let
you fuck me, otherwise I am going to fuck you', that sort of comment always
made the forfeits more interesting. I used to like those if I was a loser
because despite being a white boy I had enough to nearly always win that
kind of bet."

Sami looked down at my groin, which made me laugh.

"Nothing showing Sami, tight briefs keep it well synched."

He looked a little embarrassed but nodded and replied, "Yes, me too, or
baggy shorts if I'm wearing boxers."

So, I thought, it's true then that he has a large cock. That peaked my
interest, but I wasn't going to suggest anything. We chatted for a little
bit longer and then Sami, looking a little embarrassed asked if I would
like to play cards. It didn't have to be strip poker. We could still use
Monopoly money without the retrieval situation, so I said yes. I was lucky
enough to deal us both good hands to start with but mine was the best. I
was therefore quite surprised when he stood up and lost his T shirt.

"I didn't lose 100 so I only need to lose one article."

I gulped, "We don't need to play like I used to."

"I suppose not, but the game will go on longer if we do."

So, I shrugged and gave him back 50.

The game swung back and forth quite well with both of us being a little
careful. Sami lost his shorts after I had lost my shirt and I could then
see that he was packing. All he had on now was a pair of boxer briefs that
didn't leave too much to the imagination. Seeing him like that was going to
be embarrassing when I lost my shorts because I got a hard on. I realised
he was very sexy. I did lose my shorts but managed to sit down quickly
enough to avoid Sami seeing my hard on, until I lost again. I couldn't
believe his luck when I had to play another two games before he was
naked. I now owed him three forfeits, but I also had the opportunity to see
his cock, and very attractive it was. Like the rest of him it was a light
coffee colour and gorgeous. Long and thick, uncut, that was unusual I
thought. Flaccid it was about six inches long with a nice ball sac hanging
down behind it, not low hangers, but not tight either, I hoped that they
would still have some play left in them when he was erect because I
expected to be sucking on that pretty soon.

"How do we play this now, Kit?"

"Any way you like. You have three forfeits so effectively you can ask for
anything you like of my body. You could, for instance, get a blowjob now, a
fuck later, and you could get to spank me if you were into corporal
punishment. To make it easy for you why don't we just say that for the next
two hours you can have free use of my body for any purpose you like?"

He liked that, so we cleared away the cards and Monopoly before he
started. The next two hours were just about the most interesting sexual
romp I ever had.

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