Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2005 12:23:35 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Sovereign State of Happiness

		     THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF HAPPINESS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     The day was overcast and threatening rain...threaten, hell, it was
downright looming!...when I got to the boat dock. I had to ask directions
to the pier where James had his boat. I'm a landlubber, the boats all
looked pretty much alike to me. James would disagree, he had "Summer's
Happiness, a beautiful forty-eight foot Shannon raised-salon yacht,
yadda-yadda-yadda." "Summer's Happiness" was his baby. Given he had paid
something like $200,000.00 for it, I can see why he was ready to take a
certain umbrage at my calling it simply "his boat." He had rigged it so
that he could sail it all by himself, and according to him, there was
nothing stopping him from taking this summer off and sailing completely
around the world with it.
     We weren't going that far, ourselves, just down to Florida, the reason
he had managed to talk me into taking a ride with him. The trip would take
us "a few days or so" and I had to be reassured that should the winds fail,
the motor would carry us most of the distance without need for
refueling. We would never be unable to make it to land, even if we had to
get there with the sails furled.
     But James planned to sail us the entire way. "The winds are
dependable." he'd said. I hadn't seen any reason...then...to argue.
     The amount of wind now wasn't my problem, it was that the there was
too darned much of it! You think of sailing to down the coast to Palm
Beach, and you think of sun and blue sky and gentle breezes. Not heavy
clouds, rain and the ocean getting choppier. That makes you think sea
sickness instead of suntanning!
     But I was committed and so I got on board, feeling the board swaying
under my feet as I made it on board.
     James was in the wheelhouse, of course (I learned a lot of these terms
later, he was in the topmost part of the yacht, where he had the big
steering wheel and controls), running the engine and getting us ready to
leave the dock. His sails were all furled, I understood that he had powered
winches that would let him deploy and roll them up without him and me
running lines and tying knots and what-all. I'd been promised a leisurely
cruise...and ample time to work on my tan before I hit Palm Beach!
     "Hey, Todd!" James called. "Welcome aboard!" He grinned at me with his
blond hair so carelessly in place, his patrician square jaw absurdly
clean-shaven, his clothes fitting him in a way that declared that this was
their proper lot in life, and that anyone else that dared to wear them were
only a poor substitute. A model has to pose so carefully, be lighted so
delicately, to get that look, but for James, it was simply himself without
any artifice. Born to his position in life. Me, I was just faking it as I
went along, hoping one day the clothes would fit.
     "Thanks." I said, struggling with my duffel bag. It had been his idea,
bringing hard suitcases didn't seem part of being an "old salt."
     "You get the guest cabin." James said, indicating a set of steps out
of the wheelhouse downwards and forwards. "That's the door at the end of
the companionway."
     That sounded promising, since I'd gotten aboard a boat about the size
of a medium trailer house! The hallway was eerily similar, too narrow, a
bit more than two feet wide, wide enough to walk down but not much
more. There was a desk at the foot of the stairs, and a door opposite it,
then the hall had cabinets on the left and, then the door at the end. I
opened it and saw two more doors, shower at left and toilet at right, and
beyond that... "What the hell?" I said. I was looking at the head of the
bed, I would have to crawl over my pillows to get into the bed, and the
foot of the bed was the point of the prow! Cabinets on either side, my bed
was "V" shaped!
     I wondered and went back, looked at James' cabin. A proper square room
and a big bed! It looked like a luxury motel room. My room looked like some
sort of demented prison cell!
     I went back up, with a bit of difficulty, as James was in the process
of moving the yacht out of the berth, he had started the engine revving up
as soon as I'd gotten on board. I got back up to the wheelhouse and he
said, without looking at me. "You find everything?"
     "Yeah, what there is." I said.
     He knew what I meant. "Long as you don't kick around a lot, you'll be
fine." he said.
     "How come you get the big bed?" I asked him.
     He grinned, but still didn't look at me, he was in a touchy situation,
the yacht was barely moving and for good reason, he had to get us out of
the berth and down a row of other yachts and such (again, my knowledge of
boats is sketchy, I guess some of them weren't yachts, but ask someone else
the definition!). "Only the one decent bed on board, and it's in the
owner's cabin. I'm the owner." He said. "I get the bed."
     "What about the rest of the boat?" I asked.
     "Thataway." he gestured with a thumb over his shoulder,
quickly. "Kitchen, pantry and lounge down through there." And of course,"
directly behind himself now, the door by which I'd entered, "there's the
sundeck."
     "Sundeck." I groused. It was misting a rain. "What are we going to do
with a sundeck?"
     "You don't have to go outside if you don't want to." He said. We were
now slowly cruising down the rows of the boats. "The storm is moving away
from us, we'll be in sunshine by tomorrow."
     "So what do I do?" I groused.
     "Want to learn how to sail a yacht?" he asked me.
     "Sure." I said. It was better than nothing. "So what do I do?"
     "Soon as we get out into the open water." he promised. "I'll show you
everything."
     "Okay." I said. "How long will that take?"
     "Oh...about three or four hours." he said nonchalantly. "Then it'll be
clear sailing."
     I just sort of gurgled. It was raining harder than before.
     "Maybe we should wait until tomorrow." James said. "Make yourself to
home. You get to cook the meals, remember?"
     Some leisure cruise this was turning out to be!
     The next morning was better. The clouds were still heavy and the sun
only shone occasionally, but the sky was clear and the weather was
better. The yacht didn't bob about that badly at all, actually, which
surprised me. Even the waves just sort of raised us gently up and down.
     I finished washing the dishes of breakfast and went up. We had dropped
anchor during the night, but now we were starting up again.
     James was jubilant, singing to himself a happy tune, not enough words
in what he sang to let me make out which one it was.
     I was feeling better, too. "Ahoy, captain!" I said to him.
     "Ahoy, matey!" he shot back at me. "This is the life, isn't it?"
     I wouldn't go that far, but didn't want to shoot down his good
mood. "It's better than yesterday." I conceded. "Of course, nearly anything
would be!" I had gotten a bit seasick yesterday, but the pills were working
pretty well, and again, the boat didn't bob about that badly. James said
there were some counterweights in the ballast that helped even out the
boat's movement from the waves. The waves were still kicking up a lot, but
we were making good time according to James.
     "Yeah, this is the life for me." James said. "I'd like to get a bigger
yacht, but then, I'll be one of those who rent it out for pleasure cruises
by the day or the week. Live on board and just sail around wherever the job
takes me." These words were spoken in a tone of longing I had never heard
from James.
     "You don't plan to finish college?" I asked him in some surprise. He
and I were both in our second year. My major was cuisine, I was thinking of
trying to get into the Sorbonne if I could (fat chance!) but to become a
full chef, get a job in a snooty restaurant preparing exotic delicacies,
and one day have my own restaurant. Still, I planned to stay in college and
finish with a bachelor's degree in business administration, first!
     "Well...maybe." James said. And the smile on his face faded away. It
was like watching the sun go out! Then he muttered, "It was Mom who wanted
me to go to college anyway."
     "Uh...you were going to show me how to steer the boat?" I said.
     "Yeah." That brought the sun peeking out of the clouds of his mood! A
bit of that and he was shining all over again.
     "I can see how you love sailing." I said to him.
     "Yeah, it's great!" he said. "You know, you get outside the 12-mile
limit, and we're into international waters." He grinned at me and said,
"That makes me your leader and you have to do everything I say."
     "Whether I want to or not?"
     "Especially if you don't want to." he grinned. He looked back at the
open waters. "We won't get that far out." he said, longing in his
voice. "No need if we're only going to Florida."
     "Could we make it to the Bahamas?" I asked.
     "Sure." He said. "I could take this baby around the entire world if I
wanted to." Then he got business-like again. "Okay, now you need to learn
the winches...." And my training went on.
     James and I spent the rest of the day talking, and I soon learned more
about James and why he had clouded up worse than the skies the day I had
arrived on board.
     James had problems, more than I had known before and more than I knew
then. His problems were his family, a mother that was driving him with
alternating expectations and ridicule that emasculated him, his father
hiding cruelty under the guise of discipline, anger under the mask of
love. He hadn't wanted to be married to James' mother, and he didn't want
James and he showed it in a hundred different ways. No matter what he did,
he couldn't please them. Why not get aboard a ship and just run away from
it all?
     On the fourth day, I was working with him to plot our course and I
noticed something. "Hey, James."
     "Yeah?"
     "We're beyond the twelve-mile limit." It was true, we were just beyond
it by about a mile.
     "Yeah." James said. "Once we rounded Virginia, we started getting away
from the coastline. If it makes you nervous, we can adjust our course to
the southwest now, I planned to go south a little further first."
     "What, and leave behind your sovereign power over me and this little
kingdom of yours?" I gestured to the yacht around us. By now, I had come to
appreciate its comforts, there was no good reason we couldn't stay aboard
this boat until we felt like getting off...or we ran out of provisions, but
James had us stocked with enough for two or three months, easy. "Whatever
would your loyal subjects think of you, Your Majesty?" and I gave him a
bow.
     "The proper term is Captain." James said with mock fury. "And if you
don't believe me, I can throw you in the brig."
     "You mean the one with the V-shaped bed?" I asked him.
     "You got a problem with the bed?" He asked me.
     "Only that there's no room for my feet." I pointed out. "I spend every
night kicking the walls a dozen or so times." I was exaggerating, but only
somewhat, there were pads on the walls at the narrow part, so that kicking
it was only annoying, not injurious.
     "So what should I do about it?" James asked. "You can rig out the
settee in the lounge, or on one of the chairs on the sundeck."
     "I'd rather move into the owner's cabin." I said. "Nice, big,
comfortable bed in there."
     A palpable silence of about ten seconds and then, in a low voice,
James said, "There's enough room in it for two."
     I looked at James, a bit surprised by this. "Uh...."
     "Hey, forget I said that." James said a bit sharply. "I was just
making a joke."
     "Okay." I said.
     Another stretch of silence.
     "You know why I don't just take off in Summer's Happiness and sail
right around the world?" he asked me.
     Given what he'd said so far, it was a reasonable question for me to
have. "Why not?" I agreed.
     "Because while it's possible to sail Summer's Happiness alone, it's no
fun being all alone." he said. "While I'm on board Summer's Happiness, I'm
king of my own little world...but who wants to live in a world all by
himself? I got enough of that while I was living at home."
     Then he turned away and went back to the wheel. He had a thing on it
that would hold it on course for him, turn it to keep it on a particular
compass heading, though he couldn't completely walk off and forget about
it, it let him do things like eat meals and go to the bathroom and talk
with me. He took the wheel and flipped off the "cruise control" and held
the wheel savagely.
     I walked over and behind and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey,
James?" I said to him.
     "Yeah?"
     "That offer still open? If so...I'd like very much to move into your
cabin with you."
     And I flipped the cruise control back on with my free hand.
     When I kissed the side of his neck, he let out a breath, not just a
sigh, it was all the tension he'd held back in his life for ages, it all
just blew out in that breath. With the loss of the tension, he let his head
loll back onto my shoulder, and I kissed his ear, kissed his cheek, he
turned his head and I kissed his lips as my hands slid down to wrap around
his waist, I was nearly having to hold him up, he was nearly falling down!
     I had my mouth fully on his now, I was kissing him completely, his
tongue and mine met and matched and wrapped around each other, not fighting
at all, but dancing together as an old married couple dances a slow dance,
together, knowing each other, comfortable with each other.
     With that kiss came a return of his strength, he firmed his resolve
and he rose erect and he turned and now he was holding me and that kiss of
his was the king sitting on his throne, crown in place, scepter in hand,
confirming his place and his right and his sovereignty.
     And in that sovereignty, his rightful realm, I let myself be his
subject, his social inferior, he was deigning to include me and that was
honor enough for me, I was permitted to humbly run my hands over his chest,
feel the strength that had been formed in the fires of his life, his will
to be his own person, this same will had burnt itself into this body,
turning it into the perfection that I had marveled at when I had boarded
the boat, and now I could raise up his t-shirt and kiss that line of hair
that ran down the midline of his abdomen, dig my tongue-tip into the dent
of his navel that was a mere slit, up to taste the marvelous nectar of his
nipple ringed in more of that delectable blond hair of his, and he gave a
single, imperious thrust to his hips and his manhood kissed my stomach
through his pants, and I imagined I could feel the sweaty touch of salty
eagerness there as well, though that was my fancy alone, and I could not
contain myself; I dropped to my knees and subjugated myself to his need.
     The buttons of his chinos were easily undone, I could see the hard
outline of his masculine column beckoning to me, and when they were open,
and the cotton white of his briefs yanked away, I had it then, I had it, I
had it!
     I didn't just take him into my mouth, I rammed it into myself, not
caring how it was yet dry and unlubricated, I only wanted to get him inside
of me, and when I pulled back, James moaned again, and this time the moan
was not a release of his tension, but the building of a new and better sort
of tension.
     I laved his pud with my saliva as I worked my mouth back and forth,
his cock was alive within my mouth as a pulsing, pounding probe of male
pulchritude, I only wanted to keep it within me forever, love this hard
tube of manflesh that I mauled with my saliva-melted lips into tormented
tumescence.
     "God, Todd!" James breathed. "Jesus, man, you are so hot! God, man,
yes, God, yes!"
     There was such a surfeit of sultry solicitude in his voice that it
hissed to me like the snake in the tree of the Garden of Eden, tantalizing
me and urging me on, take it, take this apple of Adam and delight in it,
for this is all of the good you could ever want, and evil only exists by
comparing it to this ecstasy of desire.
     James pulled my mouth off his pud by brute force, his hands on my
head. "God, man, let up." He heaved. "I damned near came already. God,
you're hot!"
     "Want to try out that bed for a fit?" I panted as I looked up into his
passion-softened eyes.
     His eyes cast about. "How about just over to the bench?" He
offered. There was a bench against the back wall of the wheelhouse, a man
could lie upon it but his feet would have to remain on the floor for him to
do so. Good enough. I rose up and I backed him arrogantly onto the bench,
and when he got to there, instead o pushing him down, I instead lifted off
his t-shirt and bared his upper half.
     Then I did push him down, for his pants had fallen to below his knees,
and he said, "Hey, hey, first mate, I meant for us both to get here."
     And he scooted down the bench and his hands reach to remove my t-shirt
as I had removed his.
     In a daze I undressed myself as he kicked off his deck shoes and
kicked off the chinos and briefs into a pile of white-on-white. My own
clothes took but a moment more than that (I was attired the same as him, if
not as perfectly) and he smiled at my leading point of a prick and caught
it in his hand and said, "Now, get down here and we'll both have some fun
here."
     "Aye, aye, Captain." I said and climbed onto the bench, with my knees
on either side of his head, and I felt like creaming immediately when the
silken caress of his lips fastened up on my dong.
     I returned to his pillar of a prong with eagerness, and our movements
were a symphony. I at first mourned the loss of the four days that had
transpired, and yet, had we done this on our first night, it couldn't have
been as good as this, now that I understood him, knew what drove him in his
life, and what drove him even here and now.
     I nursed his prick with joy while his own mouth slipped up and down
upon mine with an adeptness borne not of great experience, but rather of
the intense need and satisfaction of that need, the solitary king had found
his consort, and that was the completion which his reign had lacked for so
long, had kept him in a sort of limbo in his life, unable to move forward,
unable to remain where he was, and then I had come aboard and he had
offered, and I had accepted, and now we were one.
     That gave me a joy I had lacked in my few prior experiences, and that
lent wings to my desire and it flew into my brain with a speed and a
directness that I hadn't felt save seldom and always alone with my
fantasies...but wasn't this the fantasy become reality?
     And I felt my climax rising in me with a speed that was welcomed only
because James was himself nearing his own orgasm, I could feel this man,
the king of my world, rising to his joy and it would have been traitorous
for me to linger behind when he was charging in the lead into the fray,
ready to sacrifice himself on the altar of lust and thus seal our union
forever!
     So when he began to groan with the intensity of impeding climax, I
felt my own need rising up exponentially, and when his groans took over his
body, when he was thrashing beneath me with the power of his lust, my own
body was only happy to join in the delight and I matched his ecstasy with
my own, and when his orgasm burst out into my mouth and he drenched me with
his explosion of hot white jizz, I ejaculated immediately down into his own
mouth and felt the added delight of his mouth working as he drank me down
eagerly and I hastened to return this favor to him, gulping at the fount of
his virility and blessing him with my own.
     Done, we were a limp mass of tangled limbs on a too-small base, and
were overflowing this little bench only meant for two to sit upon (and that
only if they were friendly) and it was easier after a time to roll off of
him and sit upon the floor, and from there to reach and kiss his
salt-dappled lips with my own.
     "That was damned good." James observed.
     "It sure was." I agreed. "Is this the way you plan on treating your
crew?"
     "Only when it's just you and me." James said. And the captain in him
knew that he needed to check the course. And the teacher took over. "First
Mate?"
     "Aye, Captain?" I knew my cue.
     "What is our heading?"
     I grinned. This was an impromptu test, he knew our heading but hadn't
communicated it to me.
     I walked over and said, "Uh, it's south by southwest, uh, fourteen
degrees?"
     "Should be fifteen."
     I looked again. "Now it's sixteen. Okay, now it's fifteen."
     "The wind's picking up again." James said as he looked outside. "I
think that storm or its younger brother may be turning our way again."
     "What do you suggest?"
     "We can either turn for port and try to beat it in." James said. "Or
we can rough it out and get to Florida a day earlier."
     I considered that. "Or we could keep our course as present and go to
Bermuda instead."
     James considered that as if it were a novel idea. "I suppose we
could." he said. "We have the power to go anywhere in the world we want,
you know."
     "And the summer is still young." I agreed.
     James could get a bigger yacht. With the bigger yacht to carry
passengers, and me as his ship's cook and steward to pamper the passengers
while James operated the yacht, and we could make a living out of this life
of ours. We would make our own little world here, the two of us, a
sovereign state of lovers, happy forever.

				  THE END
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