Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2008 20:03:35 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Hitch-hiking can be Dangerous, Chapters 1 & 2

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		    Hitch-hiking can be Dangerous (M/B)

Chapter One

	He was just walking down the road, soda cup in hand, towel tucked
under his arm. It was two in the morning and he was heading home from a
beach party. A young local boy out this late...that probably meant he was
stoned. Flowered bathing suit and tight fitting T-shirt, the more I looked
the better it seemed.

	The blonde hair had caught my eye in the headlights; I had a thing
for blondes. I pulled over ahead of him to let him see the plates on the
car. Local rental, no identifying marks. The kid picked up his pace and ran
up to the open window.

	"Boy, those girls sure kept you out late tonight," I laughed,
getting right down to the matter. "Where was the party anyway?"

	"Pelican Point, but I have to go all the way down to the
Causeway. You going that far?"

	The kid was stunning, a rare beauty. One look and I was going as
far as he wanted. "You really need a ride, that's quite a distance. You
holding?"

	A brilliant smile," I got a little."

	"And good friends are hard to find...come on," I said.

	The kid didn't hesitate, he slid inside. "Nice car," he
said. Conversation to break up the unfamiliar situation, nerve tonic.

	"Like it? My truck is in the shop, broken axle. I had to borrow
this sucker." Lies, all lies to make him comfortable with me. He would be
easier to take on if he was relaxed.

	We were a mile down the road when he started telling me his life
story. Yeah, he was stoned. I caught bits of his blabber between thoughts
of how to run this caper. Beach, girls, weed, eighth grade, birthday party,
weed...there was a trend here.

	"Get stoned, get laid, all on a Saturday night," I sang. "Except in
your case it's Sunday morning."

	"Well, you got the stoned part right."

	"Sorry partner, didn't mean to hurt your feelings," I intoned.

	"I mean these girls are such bitches, they tease?" Blah, blah,
blah, I didn't want to hear it.

	His name was Chris, he was fourteen. Not an ounce of fat on his
well tanned body. He would fetch a good price from any slave broker but I
wasn't that kind of asshole. Young white boys were hot on the market right
now. Wrap him up, shoot him with joy juice and ship him off to the Middle
East. I could earn myself about six thousand on the deal. But it wasn't
going to break that way, he was all mine.

	"So, Chris," I said, interrupting his running mouth," Ever been
sailing on the deep blue sea?"

	"My friends took me out fishing, you going fishing?"

	"Not especially but I am going sailing. All the way to Rio and back
this time. Pretty hot part of the year, but it was the only vacation time I
could get."

	"Is this Rio place far?" Chris asked.

	"Rio de Janeiro, capital of Argentina. Don't they teach you
anything in school?"

	"About South America, are you kidding? School here sucks, man,
that's why I can party hardy all the time."

	"It's a risk, what if you get caught?" I asked.

	"I'm a kid, they'll just slap my wrist."

	"If you like taking risks go rob bank, at least you'll have
something to show for it," I laughed. Now we're getting somewhere.

	"No way. Just because I like a good time doesn't mean I'm crazy,"
Chris replied.

	"But you like risks? Then take one, sail to Rio with me. Travel and
see the world."

	"Huh? I can't do that...my mom would go ballistic if I asked."

	"So don't ask, just go. You can write her a letter saying you've
been kidnapped by South American drug lords and she can expect a ransom
note later. By the time it hits the fan we'll be outta here, sail for sixty
days and I'll put you back on the dock before school starts. Then you can
tell them all about your daring escape."

	Chris was sitting beside me with his mouth open, amazed at what I
was proposing but not rejecting it outright. The wheels were turning in his
head, I had to throw in a clincher.

	"All across the Caribbean they grow some of the finest weed you
ever tasted, we'll bring back pounds of the shit." My pitch was cast.

	"This is crazy, how can I just run off for two months?" At least he
wanted to go.

	"Ride with me to the boat and I'll show you. All I have to get is a
few provisions tomorrow morning and I'm off. I'm serious...we'll send your
mom a letter from the Bahamas. I think you need a little adventure this
summer, but it has to be your choice."

	The boat was docked in Lauderdale and that was where I
headed. Chris hadn't said yes, but I didn't hear a no either. We were fast
approaching his turn off, but I intended to keep going if he didn't stop
me.

	"You have a good boat?" Chris asked.

	I let out a sigh, he was going with me. "Thirty-six footer, sloop
rigged and all the latest electronics. I sailed to Italy last year and
Holland the year before. I'm fully qualified by the Coast Guard."

	Oh Lord, Italy had been fine. The Sicilian boys had been
incredible. It had been a non-stop orgy of delightful dark haired
beauties. But now there was Chris to think about. A little American beauty
sitting tight next to me.

	"My mom is gonna shit bricks," Chris said.

	"Come see the boat, then decide," I suggested.

	"The boat. OK. Yes, let's go see your boat. I'm already late,
what's a few more hours. She won't ground me anyway. Oh man, South America,
she's gonna shit boulders." Chris giggled at that and shoved a hand down
the front of his bathing suit. He pulled out a fat bag of weed and smiled.

	"Sorry, I lied to you. Copped an ounce at the party...got any
papers?"

	"Glove box," I said. "Wait until you see the bong I scored in
Amsterdam, it fucks you up pronto."

	The kid rolled a joint and didn't even notice as we passed the
Causeway and headed south into Lauderdale. The Brass Balls of Key West,
Florida sat at dock in a small private marina off the Inner Coastal. It was
three in the morning now and the place was dead quiet. Getting Chris aboard
without being seen would be no problem, most of the boats belonged to day
sailors.

	In fact Tony was the only other full timer here; it was his car I
was driving. But once he saw it was me he'd go back to bed. We rolled into
the gravel lot beside the dock, shreds of pot smoke still hanging in the
air around us. Chris had scored some nice stuff, but not as good as what I
was about to show him.

	"Which one is yours?" he asked.

	"Single mast, oh...the one with the blue light on the fantail," I
said. He didn't know beans about boats.

	"Oh, man, its real dark out here."

	I took his arm and guided him across the dock. Jumping across to
the foredeck I turned and reached back to guide the boy. We ducked under
the boom and I unlatched the companionway door leading below decks,
switching on a light in the cabin .
	"Watch your step," I cautioned," Takes some getting used to."

	Chris followed me down the steep ladder and stepped into the main
cabin.

	"Wow, awesome," he said.

	I would have thanked him for appreciating my nautical layout but of
course his eyes were on the entertainment center. I switched on the
satellite display and glanced at the current weather forecast, it looked
good for a go tomorrow.

	"You sure do travel in style," Chris said.

	"Thinking about joining me?"

	"It's still crazy. I don't know you. You haven't even told me your
name."

	"Gary Lewis, age thirty-four, financially independent. What else do
you want to know?"

	"I don't know, are you married? Got any kids?"

	"Never married, too busy. As for kids, I pick up strays here and
there. Got one boy in college, another running around somewhere. They
sailed with me, worked hard and I felt they needed a chance, a better
life."

	"Oh, I see. Did you think I was a stray?"

	"Didn't know, I was just curious. Look, I hate sailing alone. What
if I fell overboard, all my weed would go to waste and nobody would call
the Coast Guard."

	"You really want me to come?"

	What a loaded question. "Yes, Chris...yes I do."

	I got out the bong and loaded it with grade A killer weed. Two
tokes and Chris was in la-la land. I put him to bed in the forward cabin,
my space really but his for the night. I fell asleep on the couch and awoke
three hours later as the sun came up.

	Chris was softly snoring as I hustled over to Tony's and borrowed a
few essentials. I cast off the lines and started the engine. We were twelve
miles out when the boy finally awoke. I was sitting behind the wheel at the
stern when he stumbled out on deck.

	"Whoa, we're on the ocean," he yelped, glancing all around at the
vast stretch of water. "I didn't think...I mean maybe..."

	"Change your mind already?" I asked. "We'll hit the Bahamas about
four this afternoon. If you want to cop out I'll put you on a plane back to
Lauderdale, you'd be home in time for supper."

	"Would you...really?"

	"Yes, really."

	"It's just that...well, I've never done anything like this before."

	He became silent and I focused on the boat. The minutes ticked by
and I caught him stealing glances at me from the corner of his eye. I knew
what was coming.

	"Uh, Gary?"

	"Yeah, what's on your mind?"

	"This is real, right? I mean, you don't want to hurt me or
anything, do you?"

	"Yes, I'm a cannibal. You'll be a light snack for the next several
days. Get real, it's a little late to be asking those kind of questions. I
want you to have a wonderful time and learn all about sailing. Which
reminds me, how about we turn this into a sailboat?"

	"Uh, what does that mean?" Chris asked.

	I reached over and killed the ignition. The silence was sweet; the
only sounds were gentle waves lapping at the hull. "Let's put up the
sails."

	And Chris was a willing crew. He hauled on lines when told and
learned the workings of a winch. In short order we were under sail with the
boat heeled over at a respectable rake and running before the wind. The
change in the boy was delightful, he seemed to blossom in the morning sun.

	We ran hard most of the day with a good breeze off the mainland and
made landfall in Freeport by mid-afternoon. We docked and I did the usual
customs nonsense. The official looked Chris over and decided he could be
the son I had declared him to be. My travel documents were in order anyway,
I always kept them up to date.

	We ate at a small bistro beside the market where I bought the boy
some clothes and several bathing suits. I lived almost naked on my boat,
but he would have to be eased into that one. Didn't want to shock the kid
right away.

	Dark found us back on the boat passing the bong and playing video
games. We were both ready for bed by nine; I was pretty tired and more than
a little stoned.

	"Do you always sleep on the couch?" Chris asked. "I'll bet I'm in
your bed."

	"Couch is all right for now. I couldn't sleep in bed with you
anyway, I don't know you that well," I joked.

	He laughed but then frowned. "Maybe I should take the couch? Well,
how about you use the bed too, it's big enough for us both."

	"Sure you won't steal the covers?"

	"Covers? It's ninety-five degrees outside."

	We doused the lights and locked the door before heading off to
bed. The whole bow was taken up with the mattress of my bed. I began to
strip and Chris turned his back self-consciously to pull off his shirt. I
left my boxers on and he kept on his bathing suit.

	"Good night, mate," I said turning out the bedside lamp.

	"Good night, Captain," he replied.

	I lay in the dark listening to him breathe, he wasn't asleep.

	"You did real well today, Chris," I said. "I think you'll make a
fine sailor."

	"Thanks."

	Silence filled the cabin as gentle swells moved the boat up against
the dock .
	"Chris, let's skip the drug lord thing, ok? How about you've run
away to sea and are heading north on a slow tramp steamer. That way the
cops will be looking in the wrong place for you as we sail away to the
south."

	Silence again.

	"Chris...are you scared?"

	"Yes, this is all so weird."

	"We'll figure it out tomorrow, go to sleep now," I said. "Nothing
bad will ever happen to you while I'm around. Good night."

	Minutes later his soft breathing told me he was out. Tomorrow we
would head south and I would begin to teach him what I wanted.

	When I awoke the other side of the bed was empty and I panicked,
had the boy run? I heard noises from the galley and the smell of coffee
filled the air. Lord, the kid was making breakfast. I scampered out of bed
and went to see what he was brewing.

	In daylight the boy was stunning in only his bathing suit and I
admired his looks before he became aware of my presence.

	"You know how to cook?" I asked.

	"Oh, yeah. Around my house if you didn't learn you didn't always
eat."

	"Is that a good thing or bad?"

	"My mom drinks, Gary. I haven't seen my dad in....um, I was three
years old last time."

	"I'm sorry. I'll bet you had to look after yourself pretty much."

	"Yeah, something like that," Chris agreed .
	"Then after breakfast we'll write a letter to your mom, ok?"

	"Sure...maybe she'll even read it."

	So things were not so good at home for the kid. We ate his
scrambled eggs in silence. He wrote his mother a silly letter, all about
his running away from home to make money on the high seas. Promising to be
back in a few months, Chris signed it with a flourish and we posted it at
the mailbox down at the dock office...and then cast off.

	The weather forecast called for calm seas for the next three days,
after that I would start to monitor things more closely. Hurricane season
was several weeks off but we would be heading into the Bermuda Triangle and
it paid to be careful.

	I considered the risk of taking him into foreign waters without the
proper papers. I wasn't lying, there had been other boys, other trips and I
knew what lay ahead. But there were solutions I had used before, friends
who knew the ropes...and I decided we had to make another stop first.

	Chris helped me set sail after we cleared the breakwater,
performing his tasks as assigned. I pulled out a couple of fishing poles
and hung them off the stern. We were bound to catch something for dinner in
these waters. By ten o'clock it was pretty hot and I smelled my armpits, it
was time for a bath.

	Fresh water wasn't to be wasted out here, although we had more than
enough for our needs. I fetched a bucket with a rope attached, two towels
and a bar of soap. Chris watched my activities from the stern seat. I threw
the bucket overboard and hauled it back in full of sea water.

	"Bath time, Chris. It's a little different on a boat, we don't
waste fresh water." I stripped off my bathing suit and dumped the water
over my head. I lathered up from the neck down, a difficult task with salt
water. I hauled in another bucket of ocean and rinsed off. Once the soap
was gone down the scuppers I filled the bucket from the starboard water
tank mounted above the cabin and began to clean the salt off my skin.

	"See how easy that was? Rather than waste fresh water, you wait
until the final rinse. Your turn."

	Chris hadn't stared at my nakedness but he had taken a look at the
equipment. He shyly worked the string on his suit and was completely caught
unawares as I dumped the bucket of salt water over his head. He yelped, I
laughed and the embarrassment of becoming naked in front of me was
lessened. His suit came off to reveal a cock as beautiful as the rest of
him. Surrounded by a small thatch of tight blonde curls it immediately
became the focus of my attention because he was uncut.

	"Oh, still got your foreskin," I said.

	He shyly put a hand in front of his crotch. "My mom always said it
was more natural like this." He began to lather up.

	"She's right, wish my mother had felt the same way. I've heard it
feels better during sex, but I bet you don't know about that yet."

	"Hey, I'm no virgin...I did it once."

	"Good for you, how did it feel?"

	Chris blushed and then laughed. "I don't remember doing it, I was
too stoned."

	"What a bitch," I laughed with him. We both knew he was lying.

	Another bucket or two and he was clean. I didn't make any move to
put on clothes and instead went back to the stern and sat down. Chris
joined me as if being naked was finally all right if that was the way it
was going to be. I began to give him sailing lessons, for out here in the
vast blue emptiness there were things he needed to know.

	An hour later he was starting to show pink skin and I urged him
below. I lashed the wheel and followed him. My radar would give a warning
blare if anything approached within five miles. It would give me great
pleasure to rub sunscreen on his back and shoulders; in fact it gave me a
rise which I had to quickly conceal.

	"I enjoy naked when I'm out on the sea," I told him. " Your young
skin needs more protection. Fortunately you have a good tan but the waves
of ulta-violet light are stronger out here."

	Chris rubbed the lotion on his legs and thighs. "You might need
some there later on," I said, nodding at his crotch. " Lord knows you don't
want to roast your weany." We laughed at that one and Chris offered to
lotion my back.

	"How come you never married, Gary?"

	I suppose the time was ripe for revelation, he had to find out
sometime. "I have women friends, Chris, but I prefer sleeping with guys."

	The hands stopped moving on my back. "You're gay?"

	"Kind of makes you feel uncomfortable, doesn't it. Sitting here
naked, rubbing lotion on the back of a gay guy when sex is something you
know very little about. Sorry, I should have told you before."

	"Is that why you brought me out here...for sex?"

	"I don't rape boys, Chris. My partners are willing or it doesn't
happen. Sex is the sharing of pleasure; it only works when both sides
agree."

	"You don't think...I'm not..."

	"I know that, I'm not asking you to do anything." I turned around
and stared into his astonished face. "Right now sex for you is making love
to your right hand, I've been there. But there are lots of things I'd be
willing to do for you. It all comes down to trust. You will have to trust
me never to hurt you in any way." He needed to hear more.

	"Look. I picked up this very handsome blonde boy and he agreed to
join me on this adventure. We party together, laugh together, I really like
you, Chris. I don't want that to change just because I might want to suck
you off and enjoy the taste of your cum."

	Chris' face became pale. I guess the thought of swallowing cum
didn't appeal to him. I had to say something.

	"It really all comes down to science. I'm growing older and the
only thing that keeps me young is sperm from a boy like you. I can really
feel the difference in my body, it makes me stronger."

	Chris swallowed a hard lump in his throat. "You're kidding me."

	"No, it's true, I'm a cum junky. I know you can't believe me but I
can prove it to you."

	"Prove it? How?" Chris asked.

	"Let me have it for one week, twice a day, and you'll see the
difference."

	"You want to suck my dick every day for a week, that's it?" Chris
asked.

	"Yes. I'll make it pleasurable, unlike anything you've ever
experienced and all you have to do is bust a nut. Most boys like to get
stoned and do it."

	"I don't have to touch you? I'm not sure I could..."

	"You just lie there and let me do all the work. If you don't like
it we'll stop."

	"But if I don't then the trip is over, right?" Chris asked.

	"No way, I like you. I know this whole thing is weird for you, but
it's really something I need and you can help me out. Is it something
you're willing to at least try?"

	His eyes gazed at me, such iridescent pools of blue. I saw the
frown of displeasure leave his face and his eyes twinkled. "Can we get
stoned first?"

	"It sure wouldn't hurt," I replied. Success always felt so
sweet. Once would never be enough for him, I would make sure of that.

	We did a joint of sweet, mellow weed, stuff I had saved for just
such an occasion. He sat in the middle of my grand bed and I watched his
eyes go red as the smoke hit his brain.

	"How does this work?" he asked.

	"I thought maybe I'd rub your back and put you in the mood. Why
don't you lie on your stomach for me."

	"You're not going to play with my ass are you?"

	"Not an option at this time."

	Chris sprawled on the bed and I knelt between his legs. And he had
such a nice ass too, but that path lay in the future. Maybe I'd let him
fuck me first. There was no need to hurry this any further right now.

	My fingers kneaded his flesh for a while, relaxing his muscles and
allowing his mind to accept what was about to happen. I would know when the
time was right, his body would tell me.

	Five minutes later he put a hand under his body and adjusted his
cock, I was sure he had become stiff. I eased him over on his back and
spread his legs. His stiff cock was tight against his belly, a good five
inches for now. The sheath of his foreskin clung to the shaft and I eased
back the foreskin to see how much room I had to play with. Chris didn't say
a word; he just lay there with his eyes closed as I lowered my mouth to the
head of his cock.

	Sucking cock is an art and I'd graduated from that school years
before. Every penis is unique and needs to be stimulated in its own
particular way. The head of Chris' cock would be sensitive as hell, the
sheath covering it most of the time. I tongued the tip and slowly allowed
the length to slide into my mouth. Down and down I went, until the whole
was buried in my throat. I glanced up and saw Chris was now watching my
act.

	I cupped his soft ball sac as I began to work the length of his
shaft. His reaction would come swift and sure when it happened, and at his
age it wouldn't take long. I slowly wiggled my tongue on the underside of
his cock and worked it up to the head. Chris' body bucked at the sudden
rush of pleasure. I could feel his body begin to tremble and twitch as the
pleasure signals shot to his brain. Wouldn't be long now.

	I heard an audible gasp the next time my tongue attacked the head
and I increased my suction. I began to feel his balls lift out of my hand;
they were ready to squirt his essence deep down my throat. Chris caught his
breath twice and groaned as I slid him all the way down my throat. The head
of his cock suddenly flared and he spewed forth his warm seed.

	Two and three shots of warm pearly liquid slid down my throat and
he was done. I felt his body collapse back on the bed and eased off his
cock without touching the sensitive head. His foreskin seemed to climb up
and over the head of his cock as it shrank back into its cocoon for
protection.

	I lay my head on the bed between his legs, the taste of his come
still sweetly embedded in my mouth and throat. His leg was inches away and
I gazed in wonder at the creamy skin covered in fine blonde fuzz. His
silence spoke volumes about what we had just done. I would bet it was the
first time someone else had ever given him an orgasm.

	His leg twitched and I raised my head to find he was looking down
at me.

	"And?" I asked, "Was it nice?"

	"Awesome...like wow."

	"Yeah...that's what it feels like. Thanks for allowing me."

	He grinned. "Whoa, I should be thanking you, Gary. I didn't
know...I mean...well thanks."

	I grinned back. "So any time you feel the urge just let me know. I
know you don't believe me but you'll see the change it makes in me."

	"OK...um, glad I can help out." Chris smiled and then burst out
laughing, the feeling was contagious and I joined him. I crawled up the bed
and gave him a hug and he squeezed back. But we were both naked and he
wasn't sure he wanted total contact with my body so I let him go.

	I led him back up on deck and checked the instruments. A few
distant blips on the radar screen. "See those, cargo ships I bet," pointing
at the screen for him. "The only time we have to be careful is when we
cross any major shipping lanes. Those big babies wouldn't even feel it if
they ran us down. They throw a wake that runs out miles behind and it gets
to be a pretty bumpy ride when we encounter one."

	"How did you learn all this stuff?" Chris asked.

	"Navy for six years, the rest I got from experience. I crewed a
boat much like this up north when I was your age. Best experience of my
life. So...I suppose I need to tell you where we're going...are you
curious?"

	"Yeah, you better tell me," Chris said. "This isn't like driving
down the road; it all looks the same out here."

	"Good point. See, this screen, it's a chart of the area around us
and over here we have the GPS system. That gives us the exact location we
occupy at the moment. I read the numbers off this and locate us on the
chart."

	I showed him how it worked and we spent several hours discussing
important things like the auto pilot, the navigation system and
communications. Finally I told him our destination.

	"Key West? I thought we were going to South America?" Chris said.

	"We are, but since there will be some stops in between I know we
need some paperwork to cover your ass. You didn't get a chance to see the
tail end of this baby last night, but this boat is registered down there. I
have friends in low places that can get us what we need...you'll see."

	"OK, I've never been there before anyways. Um...are these friends
of your gay too?"

	"Yes, they are...does that worry you? They're regular people,
Chris."

	"Uh, well it sorta feels strange...they won't think I'm gay will
they?"

	I smiled and put my arm on his shoulder. "This gay thing worries
you doesn't it. I guess you think that because you're here with me that
everyone will think you're gay, but that's wrong."

	I sat down in the swivel chair and pulled him in front of me. My
eyes looked straight up into his face. "No one will think anything bad
about you, Chris, so you don't have to be defensive. Just because I'm gay
doesn't mean any of my friends will assume you are. None of us are like
that.

	"What they will see in you is what I see right now...a smart and
very handsome young man, because that is what you are. Gay isn't something
that rubs off. You can't catch it from me or anyone else."

	"I know that," Chris said, "It's just...I don't want them assuming
anything, like I'm your boyfriend or something."

	I sighed, but it would be better to be open and honest with this
one. "I could only wish to have someone like you as my boyfriend, but I
understand your concerns. Hang with me and I promise you'll meet some
interesting people. Better yet, I think you'll like them very much just
like I do."

	"Gary...you're the only gay person I know," Chris said.

	"Am I that bad? Have I ever been anything but honest with you? If I
was a bad person then you might think all gay men were bad, and that would
be simply wrong. I like you, Chris. You're a fascinating young man and even
after this trip is over I want to stay friends with you. Do you think
that's possible?"

	Chris smiled. "I like you too. You're being gay just confuses me,
it's something I can't understand."

	"Well we have time to learn more about each other, at least that's
what I hope. Trust me, no one will assume you're anything but a nice
heterosexual boy, I'll make sure of that."

	Chris took that in and yet I saw other questions behind those
dreamy blue eyes.

	"Gary...have you had other boyfriends like me? I mean, boys like
me?"

	"Would you be surprised if I had? You know I find you attractive
and not all boys like you are so straight up. So the answer is yes, I've
had a few boys I fell in love with and they felt the same way about me. But
boys grow up, our lives all changed and I did whatever I could to help them
become good young men.

	"We may never grow any closer than we are now, Chris...that's
entirely up to you. But I can promise you something right now. I will be
here for you when you grow up, when you need help with anything all you
have to do is ask. I think you're a very special person."

	Chris grinned and then without thinking of what it might look like,
he threw his arms around my neck and hugged me. His body moved between my
legs and we touched chest to chest. It was warm and affectionate, as if
Chris had decided he really did like me and I basked in that feeling.

	I rubbed his back and allowed him to hold me for whatever length of
time he felt proper, this was his move not mine. After a few minutes he let
go and stood back, his eyes looking down. I followed the glance and saw his
cock standing straight out from his belly.

	"Oh...you really liked that hug," I said.

	Chris blushed as his hand went down to gently grasp the
stiffness. "Yeah, maybe you better do something about it."

	I smiled. "Well, when you ask like that how can I refuse?"

	I moved him back to the wall and went to my knees in front of
him. I took his balls in my hand and gently massaged them as I tongued his
cock. Chris gasped and then emitted a moan of delight. Oh...this was
progress. Our first encounter had been virtually silent.

	This was going to be a quick orgasm I could tell. There was no
telling what had excited the boy other than our embrace, was he that
sensitive? I slurped him down and allowed him to thrust into my mouth. He
pumped away in my mouth; giving off tiny gasps of delight and the
occasional moan...it was over in less than two minutes. His body shuddered;
he orgasmed and I had to hold him up as his knees buckled.

	He stood there panting as I lay my face against his belly. He ran
his fingers through my hair in what could only be a gesture of affection.

	"Damn...you sure know how to drive me crazy," Chris said.

	I looked up and he looked down. "You sure are a sexy little
monster. Am I gonna have to do this ten times a day?"

	Chris grinned. "Maybe...I don't hear you complaining. Are you sure
this makes you feel younger?"

	It was my turn to smile. "Just stop when I reach your age again, I
think that will be enough."

	"I think it would have been cool to know you when you were
fourteen. Um, did you know you were gay back then?"

	"Maybe, I'm not sure...things were pretty confusing for a long
time," I replied.

	"Do we have to stay on the boat when we get to Key West? I sure
would like a real shower," Chris said.

	"Just for you, we'll get a hotel room...how's that?"

	"Sweet, you're the greatest."


Chapter Two

	The Coast Guard patrol came on towards us pretty fast, but I saw
them before the radar alarm went off. We were on auto pilot and I didn't
touch a thing. Instead I turned Chris around and pointed.

	"We have company coming; I think we better get dressed. And if you
have that bag of weed you need to give it to me now so I can stash it."

	"Who is it...what do they want?" Chris asked.

	"It's the Coast Guard patrol. They have a right to search us if
they want but we just have to be casual and they usually just stop for a
chat to see where we've been."

	We ducked below and I threw on a pair of shorts while Chris did the
same. I took the bong and my stash out of the closet and took it out to the
galley. Chris handed me his stash and I placed it in a bag with my stuff.

	Reaching under the galley stove I pulled out a propane tank and
unscrewed the false top. The bag went inside and I screwed it back
together, putting the tank back in place.

	"Cool, that's clever," Chris said.

	"Yeah, I thought so too. It's held up through some pretty intense
searches," I explained. "Just forget it's there, OK?"

	"What do we do now?"

	"We go topside and greet our visitors. If they hold true to course
they'll swing around our stern to look at the name and call their base to
check us out. I've never been busted for anything so they probably won't
search us, depends upon how busy they are."

	I turned off the auto pilot and told Chris to take over the
wheel. I went over and took a few turns on the winch, allowing the mainsail
to spill enough wind to slow us down. As expected the patrol boat stood off
a hundred yards or so and circled our stern.

	"Ahoy Brass Balls," a signalman said from the bridge of the
craft. I could almost see the man laughing as he waited for my reply.

	I waved at him and they settled their craft in about thirty yards
away and downwind to keep from cutting my forward momentum. Once they had
slowed to match my speed we stared at one another.

	"Where too?" the signalman asked.

	"He wants to know where we came from and where we're going," I
explained to Chris. The boy stood rigidly beside me, fascinated and
probably a little terrified.

	"Bermuda to Key West," I called back.

	"Any manifest?" they asked.

	"No, just out for pleasure...anything to report?" I asked.

	"Clear sailing, enjoy the trip, Captain," they replied and I waved
in reply.

	The patrol boat eased away, and dropped behind. Once they were
clear they picked up speed and sped away towards the coast. Chris let out a
big sigh.

	"Wow, that was intense," he said. "Hey, he called you Captain"

	"I am Captain of this boat, they were just being polite."

	"Do they stop everyone?" Chris asked.

	"Only if the boat is big enough to smuggle drugs or illegal
folk. But you see that little blue and white pennant I have up on the mast?
That told them I was in the U.S. Navy once upon a time, I'm sure they saw
that too. Did they scare you?"

	Chris laughed. "Yeah, a little. I bet they have a tough job out
here."

	"The toughest, I guarantee it. But if you ever need help, those are
the guys to call," I said. "Now let's get this boat back in action."

	I reset the sail and checked out our course. It was just nearing
noon and the chart said we had enough time to reach the marina with
daylight to spare. I tuned in the navigation beacon from the Key West
Airport and pointed us straight and true. If the wind held we wouldn't have
to tack to come around the southern beaches and make way north to Sunset
Key.

	Chris was fascinated about how I could plot a course for a place we
couldn't see so I explained it to him carefully. The marina on the north
western tip of the island had a nice hotel and restaurants abounded in that
area. We would probably be here a few days at most, time enough to do the
tourist thing for the boy's benefit.

	Max and Shelby lived at the house off Duval Street in the heart of
the island, party central for most of the locals and some knowing
tourists. Max would get me the paperwork for Chris; he'd done it for most
of my boys.

	Max was the closest thing I had to a real friend in this world;
Shelby was still a work in progress. Max carried out my business affairs,
collected my mail from the post office and made sure the government got
their due from my estate.

	My first serious boyfriend, several years older than Chris at the
time, had settled down here with Max. I saw it coming and blessed their
togetherness; it was something I judged we all needed. Shelby was in
college now, although he might be on the island this time of year.

	Shelby had been replaced by Patrick, Patrick by Neil and so
on. Jerry was the boy I had enjoyed during the previous summer's sailing
trip. I had left them all in Max's care once they tired of following me
around; it was a fate he seemed to enjoy. Now he lived only with Shelby,
although the others seemed to return from time to time.

	Chris might meet one or two of them, they were now children of the
conch, and real Key West hellions from the emails Max sent me while I was
in Lauderdale. It was going to be my usual surprise visit, I never warned
anyone before I arrived.

	We made landfall by four and slipped past the southern tip of the
main island. Once Sunset Key loomed large over the bow, Chris and I dropped
the sails and I motored us into the marina. Two healthy young boys helped
us tie up in an empty slip belonging to the resort hotel. I really liked
this place, we'd been here five minutes and the view was already
spectacular.

	I thanked the two sweet young boys and made sure to tip them
generously, one look at Chris and they flashed me a knowing smile. Chris
stared out across the docks towards the hotel grounds.

	"Wow, this is some fancy place," he said.

	"If you had to pick a class wouldn't you rather go first class?" I
laughed.

	He responded with that awesome grin. "Never done this before,
Gary."

	"Ah, Chris my boy, life can be exciting...welcome to my world."

	We left our bags on the boat's deck, walking the planks to the
sidewalk and over to the hotel lobby. The staff was dressed impeccably;
Chris and I managed to pass in board shorts and T-shirts with sandals on
our feet. Key West had to be the most casual corner of the world. Here
money talked and even a man in rags would be assumed a valued customer if
he had a credit card.

	I booked us a room and the desk clerk smiled. I am sure her
computer screen told her I was a valued customer and maybe something
else. Max and I had a piece of this place in our portfolio, and why
not...it was a great investment. I mentioned our bags were still on the
deck and she offered to have them carried up to our room in short order.

	It was too early for dinner and we both craved a shower so I took
Chris into the coffee shop for a drink while we awaited the delivery of our
bags. I'd noticed he had an affinity for coffee just like I did. Probably
not a great habit for a growing boy, but then it was just another drug of
choice.

	This was the first full day that we hadn't indulged in getting high
and I knew that was a good thing for us both. Too much of that crap would
diffuse his sexual appetite over time and I sure didn't want that to
happen. Last night it had served to lower his inhibitions, but today he had
performed without the drugs as an excuse.

	His affection towards me was growing, I could feel it. Now if
meeting Max and some of the others didn't scare him off I might be able to
make a little progress in the bedroom department. He seemed perfectly
willing to initiate our activities when he was in the mood. And thus it
benefited us both for him to get as horny as possible.

	I gave it fifteen minutes with the coffee and some light
conversation, and then we went up to our room. The bags were laid out on a
luggage stand at the foot of the king sized bed. If Chris noticed there was
only one bed he never said a word, instead he gawked at the rich
appointments of the room. He turned to me with a laugh after gazing out the
window.

	"This sure beats Motel 6. I've never stayed in a real hotel
before."

	That seemed to call for a hug and he was more than willing as I
wrapped my arms around him.

	"I think you'll have a lot of new experiences in the next few
weeks," I said. "Just enjoy yourself and allow me the pleasure of watching
you have fun." With that I kissed him on the forehead and gave him a
squeeze.

	I heard him sigh and then he squeezed me back. "You're the best guy
I ever met," Chris said, his face pressed against my chest. "No one has
ever been this nice to me."

	I held him back at arms length and smiled. "So you're not sorry you
hitched a ride with me?"

	He seemed shocked at the question. "No way, this is awesome. I
really, really like you, Gary."

	I gave him a kiss on the cheek for that declaration and on impulse
he kissed me back. He giggled and gave me that coy look. "You like this
kissing stuff, huh?"

	"Now Chris...it's not like we're making out or something, it's just
a sign of affection."

	And then I got a shock when he kissed me on the lips. "Making out
with you wouldn't be so bad; I just never did it before." He laughed aloud
when he saw the look on my face. "How's about that shower, I smell like a
dead fish," he said.

	"OK, you may go first," I said.

	"Oh...I kinda thought we'd shower together like we did on the
boat," Chris said.

	"So you do like someone washing your back," I replied.

	"Hell yeah, it makes me tingle."

	The shower arrangements were more than adequate; there was also a
tub for which I might consider getting some bubble bath later on. Chris was
beginning to break down the walls of his natural modesty. Being naked with
me didn't seem to bother him anymore, especially since it allowed me to see
that he was feeling horny yet again.

	I managed to wash his body from stem to stern while ignoring his
rampant erection. I pretended to overlook that signal as I turned to wash
myself, but Chris was not to be denied his little games. The boy took the
washcloth from my hands and proceeded to scrub me down in return. There was
no way he couldn't see my own reaction sticking straight out from my
crotch.

	"You got a nice one, Gary...it's huge," Chris said.

	"I bet you'll grow into yours pretty quickly, probably in the next
two years," I replied.

	He stood facing me, our cocks almost side by side for
comparison. "You really think I'll get that big?" he asked.

	I reached out a hand and grasped both our cocks together; his was
only three inches shorter at this point and half as wide. I felt his body
tremble as I slowly stroked our cocks with a soapy hand. This was the first
time we were joined in sexual activity and he seemed to delight in the
feelings.

	I saw him close his eyes, the broad sensual feelings sweeping
through his body at my touch. But I didn't want it to end this way. This
had only been meant to see if he was willing to touch me and still feel
excited. I had my answer so I released our cocks.

	"Why'd you stop?" he asked. "It was feeling so good."

	"I felt the same way, Chris, but I have a better idea."

	I turned the shower head to spray against the wall and sat down on
the floor. I lay on my back and I reached a hand up. Chris allowed himself
to be pulled down and lay on top of me. Our cocks were side by side pressed
between our bellies and covered in soap.

	I merely pressed up into him and slid a little upwards. The look on
his face was priceless as he realized how good it felt.  He pressed back
into me and we began a slow sensual sliding motion. The simulated fuck made
him groan with the intense feeling and he pushed into me to increase that
pressure. I don't know what made me think it would be all right with him
but his face was right there as I leaned up and kissed him on the lips.

	Chris didn't resist and seemed to lower his head keeping our lips
together as we moved. I reached a hand behind his head and held him as our
lips ground together. And from somewhere in the depths of his mind Chris
seemed to want to take it further, I felt his tongue press against my lips
and I opened my mouth.

	French kissing a beautiful boy always aroused me to the fullest; it
seems he was no different. I heard the groans in the back of his throat and
he increased his thrusting movement, he was getting close and I was right
there with him.

	He pushed his head up as the orgasm wracked his body and I felt the
flood across my stomach, it was enough to send me over the edge as
well. Chris moaned with the feeling as his cock emptied itself and I know
he could feel my orgasm spraying out between us. His head came back down
and he kissed me again, softer this time, even more sensual than
before. Finally he went limp, his body laid out fully on mine.

	This was a far cry from the chaste hug of yesterday. This was full
on body sex and we both had reveled in the feelings. Chris lay with his
head turned, his cheek on my chest, and his mouth against my neck. It was
sweet as I felt his lips kissing my throat. This was all so new for him,
where had these feelings come from?

	"Ah....wow," Chris finally said. "That was amazing." He giggled. A
sound I was beginning to enjoy so much. "You really know how to make me
feel good."

	I stroked his wet hair and rubbed his neck. "Where did you learn
how to kiss like that? You blew me away..."

	"Um...I dunno, it just seemed right," Chris replied. I could tell
he was embarrassed now, maybe feeling like he had gone too far.

	"Handsome and a good kisser...what other talents have you got
hidden away that I should know about?" I asked.

	The giggle, he was feeling better about himself. "That was pretty
close to actual fucking, wasn't it?" he asked.

	"Yeah...close as you can get without wearing a condom," I said. "It
was pretty brave of you...thanks, I loved it."

	Chris pushed up and held himself aloft with his arms, looking down
at my face. "I...well it seemed...I mean. Damn, Gary, I think I just wanted
you to get there too, OK? You've been so good to me..." His expression
changed and I could feel him approaching a real moment of emotion.

	"Hush, sweetie. I think it was brave and ...generous. You had to
cross a pretty big line to allow me to touch you like this and that's why
it was brave. The very best kind of sex isn't gay or straight, it's the
kind two people share...and you shared with me...thank you."

	He pushed back the emotions and I watched a smile come to his
face. "Did you think that was pretty gay? You know, I didn't even think
about it like that...I just wanted to make you happy."

	I smiled back at him. "Careful boy...I could learn to love you real
easy if you start being nice to me."

	"Don't worry...I might like that," Chris said. He leaned down and
kissed me on the lips, a short sweet ending to our first real sexual
encounter. Yeah, I was falling for the boy...but then I knew I would.

	We dried off and dressed for dinner, shorts and shirts as always. I
wanted to show him the town and the fun people had here. But in my heart
what I really wanted to do was to show him off. He would be the best
looking boy this old place had seen in a long while...and he was all mine.

	We set off towards Duval Street and the center of the
nightlife. Max would be there in a while, it was still early and the local
vampires didn't venture out until at least ten o'clock. We had dinner at
Squeaky's place, the best little seafood shack I knew. Barry, aka Squeaky,
was behind the bar and he came around to give me a big hug.

	"Gary...so good to have you back in town," he said. "And who is
this?" he asked, giving Chris the eye.

	"This is Chris, he's my crew for the summer," I said.

	"Welcome to the island...this your first visit?" Barry asked.

	"Yes sir, it sure is," Chris replied.

	I knew what was coming, the boy sure didn't. Oh well, they all had
to go through it first time here...and Barry knew how to make it special.

	"Well, we'll make sure you have a good time," Barry said, throwing
me a wink.

	He took us to a table at the back of the room, one with lots of
extra space around it for what was about to happen. "Be right back to take
your order," he said.

	Chris looked at me in all innocence and I thought about warning
him.

	"You know Key West is a special place, a place full of traditions,"
I began as the boy listened. "It's a place of artists and sailors,
shipwrecks and pirates and they say many of them still haunt the old
quarter of town. Being an island, the town virtually covers every square
inch of space and we've been told by some pretty smart people that the gods
of the ocean only tolerate our presence.

	"You'll see some pretty strange sights down on the beach in the
evening. The locals are called conch-heads, the real treasures of this
island. And they often gather to light a fire on the beach to make
offerings to the ocean gods, especially Neptune, King of the Deep..."

	That's all I had a chance to say before all hell broke loose and
Neptune himself appeared. Barry had thrown on the costume rather fast this
evening and his staff was with the program as well. There were bells
hanging on the walls of the bar and now they were all rung, causing the
place to suddenly become quiet. To the old timers this was a ceremony to be
witnessed with amusement for they knew what was about to happen.

	A roar came from behind the beaded curtain across the entrance to
the kitchen as the bells ceased their ringing, Neptune was here. Chris
looked shocked and I had to laugh. There was a flash and a bang as Neptune
burst through the curtain in all his glory. Chris nearly fell off his
chair.

	"Who comes to my kingdom unannounced," Neptune roared. "Off with
his head."

	A pretty girl dressed as a mermaid leapt forth and placed her hands
on Chris' shoulders. "Oh Great King, do not harm this sweet young sailor, I
implore you."

	Another guy stepped forward and draped a bright yellow rain slicker
over Chris' shoulders. This was a new touch, at least the boy wouldn't get
soaked and smelly. I had been prepared to take him back to the hotel for
another shower. He might still need it.

	Neptune rushed forward and draped yards of fresh seaweed around the
boy's neck. Fortunately Chris didn't resist, he was still too stunned. They
laid a large dead fish in his lap and Chris held onto it.

	"My daughter pleads for your salvation...what say my merry band of
conch lovers?" Neptune yelled.

	"Douse him," we all yelled in reply. Chris stared at me, slowly
realizing I was in on the whole thing.

	Neptune reached to the bar and picked up a pitcher of beer, pouring
it on the boy.

	"By the ancient customs of the conch, thee have been baptized,"
Neptune roared. Barry turned his head to me and winked yet again. "What
gifts do you bring to appease the gods of the deep?"

	Chris was unsure of what to do next, but he made the right choice,
he handed Neptune the fish. Barry grinned and held the fish above his
head. "Stand little conch and feel welcome here with your brothers."

	What a trooper, Chris stood and took a bow. The place broke into
applause and I joined in. And then with more ringing of bells, Neptune
vanished to the kitchen and someone took the seaweed and slicker off of
Chris. Amazingly he had stayed dry, although he smelled a bit of the beer
which had trickled down his neck.

	Chris grinned. "So I'm a conch now...like you? That was awesome."

	"Yeah, now you're one of us. I couldn't warn you but you did all
the right things. Barry has inducted hundreds right here in his bar. I'll
take you down to the beach one evening so you can see the ceremonies up
close."

	Suddenly Barry reappeared. "And what would you gentlemen like for
dinner?" he asked as if nothing had happened.

	"Seafood, of course," Chris said, and he laughed aloud. I was so
very proud of him at that moment; he was everything I valued in a boy.

	It was still early after we finished eating so I wandered up the
street in the early darkness. Chris was amazed at the chickens and ducks
which roamed the streets. I told him they were protected and people had
been arrested for hurting them. I led him up a quiet side street to a small
house fronted with a white picket fence.

	"Who lives here," Chris asked.

	"I do, this is my house, Chris. My friends, Max and Shelby, live
here too, and who knows...whatever guests they might have at the
moment. You'll like them I think, Max always has something interesting
going on."

	I walked right up to the front door and opened it, this was the way
I always came home. Shelby was sitting in the living room and he jumped up
when he saw me.

	"Gary," he yelled, giving me a great big hug. "And I was just
telling Max yesterday...it's the right time of year for you to come home."
He paused, suddenly aware of Chris standing in my shadow. He stuck out a
hand. "Hey...I'm Shelby."

	"Chris...nice to meet you."

	"So, did you guys have dinner?"

	"Yeah, I got conched," Chris said.

	"Oh no...really? That's so much fun. I should have known, you do
have a faint odor of beer about you," Shelby laughed. "Thank God Barry has
toned that ceremony down a bit, he used to start fights. Well Max is out
back...and we have a surprise visitor, Gary...Jerry dropped in on us last
week."

	Jerry, the boy's name still made my heart beat faster. I'd found
him on the streets of Miami the year before, abandoned and looking like
hell. But beneath all that unwashed clothing beat a heart of gold and I had
seen something special in his eyes. He would be sixteen now, and I wondered
what he was doing back.

	As if sensing my concern, Shelby gave me the condensed
version. "His sister got picked up again; he did the right thing coming
back here."

	Jerry had done last summer's cruise with me and then said he wanted
to go home. He was a different boy after three months with me and we sent
him to his sister, considering the parents were worthless to the bone. But
as I had told Chris, he would always have a place here if he needed
it. That was my price for loving him, or any of them for that matter.

	I usually favored the straight ones, or I might say the slightly
bent ones if I thought about what Chris and I might find ourselves doing
very soon. I had known Jerry was gay from the outset, but he was the
brightest boy and deeply handsome...another blonde beauty. I just hoped
Chris would understand what we had once been and that Jerry was no threat
to where we were now.

	I led Chris into the back, way in back since the house was six
times as long as it was wide. It was the typical Key West style of
construction. The back yard was a profusion of lights and plantings, pools
of water and birdcages...everything Max enjoyed. And standing next to the
grill was Max, beside him stood Jerry, bong in hand.

	Jerry was the first to see me. "Gary," he screamed, rushing into my
arms and nearly dropping the bong in his excitement. Max looked up stroking
his gray beard, his eyes zeroing right in on Chris.

	Jerry kissed me on the lips and then stood back. "Where you been?"
he asked. And like Shelby he stuck out a hand to Chris and introduced
himself, Chris did likewise. It was a know fact that I always brought my
new boys home like this, Jerry had been through it as well. And not knowing
how Chris, or any boy, would react to questioning, no one pushed to find
out what we meant to one another. They waited for me to tell them.

	I gave Max a hug, but he was cooking steaks...tuna steaks at
that. He was a serious cook and didn't like interruptions so Jerry, Chris
and I sat down at the table. Max would listen and learn as we talked.

	Jerry filled the bong and handed it to Chris who looked at me. I
nodded and he fired it up.

	"So you back on the high seas?" Jerry asked.

 	I knew what he wanted to hear. "Yes, thought about Rio all winter
and Chris came along just at the right time to crew for me."

	Chris handed the bong back and slowly let the smoke trickle out of
his mouth.

	"So you're an accomplished sailor?" Jerry asked, and Chris shook
his head.

	"Two days worth...that's it. I was hitching a ride home from a
party and this guy pulls up and asks me if I wanted to sail to Rio...next
thing I knew we're here."

	I was surprised that Chris felt comfortable enough to lay it all
out like that, but then the boy was growing stronger in his bond with me
every day.

	"Wow...Gary just picked you up and...that's amazing," Jerry
laughed. "But then he's a pretty amazing guy...I'm sure you know that by
now. I was his crew last summer to Mexico."

	That was enough to tell Chris of our past relationship, the rest
would fall in place very quickly. "The only thing I hate about sailing so
far is the salt water baths," Chris said.

	"Oh God, tell me about it," Jerry replied. And the boys were off
comparing notes. I did a bong hit and then stepped over to talk with Max by
the grill.

	"Damn, Gary...how do you do it?" Max asked. "He's incredible."

	"He wasn't kidding. He was out hitch-hiking at two in the morning
and I was faced with the trip down here alone...I just asked."

	"God you are so lucky. Is he...?"

	"Not yet, but he's learning....he'll do just fine in a few weeks,"
I said.

	"So you docked at the hotel?"

	"Yeah, got in around five. Hey, they have some new dockhands,
pretty impressive stuff," I said.

	"Yeah, the college crop is distinctly better his year...yeah
momma," Max laughed.

	"So how is Shelby doing?" I asked.

	"Great, last year of college, good grades...he's everything you
said he'd be, I am so proud of that boy."

	"Yeah, I knew he'd turn out all right. So what's with Jerry?"

	"Dumb ass sister of his...well, she's gonna be locked up a while,
we're all he has for the moment. I asked him to stay here and finish high
school; he gets along with Shelby very well so they aren't jealous of one
another."

	"Well that's good," I said.

	"I overheard your boy say Rio, but I don't think you'll want to
head down that far this season. Some bad currents flowing off the African
continent, we're gonna have some major storms brewing up down south very
soon."

	Max was usually right; I trusted his knowledge more than the
weather bureau and all their fancy forecasting.

	"Cancun, can I at least get that far?" I asked.

	"Probably, I think most of the activity will be along the east
coast of the mainland and on up into the Gulf. Just don't lollygag around
for too long in the Yucatan, go down have your fun and beat feet home. Hey,
you missed the Pride festival last week...hmm, of course you did, and you
always do. The college boys were out in force....awesome."

	"Chris isn't gay...but he has feelings towards me already. He's got
a nasty home life with his mom he says. I may have you check her out for
me."

	"Glad to, Gary...is he gonna be another inductee in the hall of
fame?" Max chuckled.

	"I don't know yet, it's his call. I will need some papers to take
him out of the country though, maybe we can shoot his photo tomorrow and
get that in the works," I suggested.

	"No problemo, I even have some authentic passport blanks this
time," Max said.

	"You do? Oh, I don't want to know how...you always amaze me."

	"Ask me no questions and I won't have to lie to you. Did you stop
in the Bahamas this time?"

	"Yup, I knew you'd want to see the customs stamp," I said.

	"Good man, nothing like a fresh imprint to copy before it gets
smeared," he chuckled.

	Within two days I would have an American passport with Chris' name
on it and my last name; he would officially be my son to any foreign
government. The customs stamp from the Bahamas was a kicker, our passports
would match and that made it look even better. I never had any doubts about
Max's ability to forge the best documents.

	Jerry and Chris were pretty toasted by the time I sat back down. I
watched their interaction for a moment and then made a decision.

	"Max says Rio is out of the picture because of the hurricane season
this year," I said. "Maybe we'll just make a run to Cancun like I did last
summer."

	"Yeah, Chris will love that place," Jerry said.

	Max announced that the tuna was done and Jerry got up to fetch the
plates, leaving Chris and I alone for the moment.

	I looked at Chris. "So, how would you feel if I asked Jerry to come
with us...he might enjoy our company?"

	Chris looked surprised but he nodded an approval. "I like him, he's
cool. He was your boyfriend last summer wasn't he?"

	"Yes, he's a sweet kid. But he wanted to go home to his family and
that didn't work out I'm afraid."

	"Yeah, he told me that. Does he think I'm your boyfriend this
summer?"

	"No, Chris. None of my friends would think that unless you said it
yourself. You know I like the company of handsome boys, but that doesn't
mean you automatically become my boyfriend. Jerry is gay like me; he'll
tell you about it if you want to know what it's like for him."

	"You mean I can ask?"

	"Yes, he knew all about himself even before he met me. He's a
pretty incredible young man...just like you."

	That made Chris smile. "I think it would be fun to have him along,
besides he knows a lot more about boats than I do."

	"You'll both be experts by the time we come back, I assure you. OK,
I'll ask him, or would you rather do it?"

	"Can I...you'd let me?" Chris asked. "Um...well...what about our
deal? I want you to get younger you know."

	"Deal is still on, we'll make time for that," I said.

	"Um...damn, I don't believe I'm asking you this...what if he wants
to join us in the deal?" Chris asked.

	Oh yeah, there's my boy. I smiled. "That will be entirely up to
you, OK?"

	Chris nodded and I could see a possible threesome in the making. It
would be nice for him to have a companion for the trip. I wasn't pressed
for alone time with him, he would still share my bed. Jerry was kinky
enough to enjoy the both of us separately or all three together. Somehow I
knew this trip would open some doors for Chris.

	Chris was the embodiment of patience as we watched Max, Shelby and
Jerry finish off their meal; maybe it was because we were both pretty
stoned by then. We shared the strawberry shortcake for dessert and then out
of the blue Chris laid his request on Jerry, and he did it with such style.

	"Jerry, you went to Cancun last year, is it a hard trip?" Chris
asked.

	"Not really, well you might get some weather like we did. I was
pretty scared during the storms but Gary is a pro, I was never in any
danger," Jerry replied.

	"I don't know if I'm good enough to do this alone...why don't you
come with us?"

	Jerry looked over at me and I nodded. "You want me to come...for
real?"

	"Yeah, I want you to come," Chris said.

	Jerry jumped up and hugged us both; I guess we had our answer. He
could sleep in the middle berth unless Chris decided to have him in with
us. If Chris was looking for a sailing lesson Jerry was the right boy, if
he wanted sex lessons then he had outdone himself. Jerry was the least
inhibited kid I had ever bedded, but then he was gay....what was Chris
going to decide about himself?

	To my mind there wasn't anything wrong with a normal boy like Chris
deciding to dabble on the gay side for a while. It was sex and damn good
sex at that. Maybe girls would become a part of his life at some point,
which would be fine with me too. But by then he would be an expert at
sexual activity of the male kind. That would put him in touch with his own
body on a level few straight men had ever experienced, he would be a great
lover no matter who he chose.

	As the evening progressed I had to consider my feelings about
having them together. The nudity on board would be their first introduction
body to body. Neither of them was shy about their equipment and the two
year age difference wasn't an issue. Jerry was well hung, something Chris
was bound to notice, and he was uncut just like Chris, something else in
common.

	Jerry had an ass to die for...fertile ground that I had plowed for
months giving us both pleasure. Chris had a beautiful boyish butt, virgin
territory I might get to explore at some point. But what if Jerry got there
first, how would I feel?

	No, it was more likely that Jerry would want Chris to be a top in
any activity. Now there was an eye opener, how would Chris respond to that?
Condoms, I would need to stock up if that was going to be the case. Knowing
Chris, if they got that far he'd be at it five times a day.

	Our first day out on the ocean I had begun to comb a ten percent
solution of lemon juice into my hair. I did it every summer and had since I
was young. We'd had a Panamanian housekeeper when I was a boy and she told
me it would make me handsome. What vain kid could resist? And every summer
my hair turned almost white from the juice and the sun. It made me look
younger but I would never tell Chris the reason for it, let him think it
was his essence at work.

	We all walked down Duvall after the evening became late enough. I
knew that the conch's all slept late so they could party early. Chris and I
would fall over early since we had been up at dawn to make the full day's
sailing. But we visited the bars and the boys seemed to enjoy the music and
silly acting grownups that surrounded them. Max was one of the old men of
the island even though he was just barely fifty. But it also meant he was
offered free beer at most places so he would stick around. Yeah, Max was a
tourist attraction all to himself.

	By midnight I could see Chris was dead on his feet so I excused
us. Jerry walked back to the hotel with us but left us in the lobby. It was
nice that he didn't even consider staying over and possibly spoiling my
night with the new boy. I hugged and kissed Jerry, and even Chris gave the
boy a peck on the lips. Yeah, this trip was going to be a blast.

	I made Chris shower off the beer odor even though he was asleep on
his feet, but then he hit the sack and was out for the count. I showered
myself and then crawled in beside him. Our first night in a huge bed and we
would both sleep like the dead, there were always tomorrows.

	I awoke first and went off to empty my bladder. I crawled back in
bed just as Chris got up to empty himself. He came running back into the
bedroom and pounced on me like a young lion. I tried to tickle him but he
was all over me, batting my hands away. We laughed and struggled until I
allowed him to pin my hands as he sat astride my body. Chris looked down
into my face and I could see a fiery passion burning in his eyes, he was
already horny.

	He dipped his head, kissing me on the lips and shoving his tongue
in my mouth. He kissed my lips, my ears and my neck before deciding what he
wanted. Pulling back the covers he grasped my cock and began a slow teasing
stroke. I reached out for a leg and pulled his body around so I could get
to his cock which I quickly inhaled.

	This left him stroking my cock which was only inches from his face,
and that occurred to me just as I felt him give the tip of my cock a little
kiss. He was brave again this morning and I wondered what he would do
now. His lips were replaced with a tongue lapping at the slit of my
cock...oh, was he tasting my natural lube as it oozed forth?

	I wasn't in a hurry to bring him off, allowing him time to do what
he wanted in his current explorations. The tongue progressed to lips and
then I felt the head of my cock in his mouth. His teeth scraped a little
but he soon covered them and took several inches down his throat. My nose
was already in his pubes making him moan with delight, I think he wanted a
reaction from me and so I moaned back.

	It was the most unhurried bout of oral sex I'd had in years because
I allowed him to set the pace. He didn't want to push me because I might
cum in his mouth, but I knew he wasn't ready for that quite yet. Instead I
matched him moan for moan and he did his very best to please me.

	I felt his cock swell and he groaned deep in his throat as he came
in mine. His essence coated my tongue and palette, the most wonderful taste
in the world. But as he finished I felt him take his mouth off me and
resume his hand work. He wanted to bring me off; I'm sure he felt like he
had to.

	I moaned and thrust up into his hand as his strokes increased with
a frenzy in response. "Oh...God...sweetie," I groaned. And his hand
tightened as my cock swelled and shot out streams of cum. The best part was
that he didn't back away or stop stroking until I was spent. I had a
completely pleasurable experience that way.

	He turned around to face me and I saw cum had splashed across his
neck and face, but the boy was grinning.

	"You sure make a lot," Chris laughed.

	He didn't seem the least bit dismayed at the mess. I picked him up
and carried him into the bathroom, his legs straddling my waist. I put him
down and got a cloth to wipe his face. Chris laughed at the concern on my
face.

	"I'm sorry..." I began.

	"No way, I pointed it at my face like a dummy...it's my
fault. Gary...I tasted some of it too; it wasn't as bad as I thought. I
might have kept it in my mouth but you make so much...hey, I could have
drowned."

	"I think you do these things to shock me. That was pretty brave." I
said.

	"Did I do OK...did it feel good?" Chris asked.

	"It was awesome and I wasn't expecting it at all, what a nice
surprise," I replied.

	"Does Jerry suck cock like that?"

	OK, so that's where this came from. "Chris, you are not in
competition with Jerry, you're two different people. Sweetie, I love you
just the way you are....don't change just because you think Jerry is better
at anything...that's not the point... I mean..."

	"Do you really love me?" Chris asked.

	I had let the word slip...but I knew it was true. I loved
everything about Chris, even before we met. He was the best kind of boy to
my mind, the one I always wanted to have beside me. So if it was love I
felt it was because I'd always loved boys like him and had felt trapped by
my emotions when I was with them.

	"I love so many things about you, Chris. I want to love you, but
that's not fair to you. Why would a sweet young man like you want to be
loved by me? You don't even know me very well; we have to give it
time. Love is something shared between two people, you know that. One of
these days I would feel so lucky if you felt that way about me...and then I
would be free to love you in return."

	"I think Jerry loves you...I saw the way he looks at you," Chris
said.

	"I do love Jerry, I will always love him...but it's not the same
thing. I want him to grow up and succeed in life, I'll do anything I can to
support him...and that's how much I love him. Now you hop in the shower and
wash off that goo before it sticks to you."

	"You come in with me...please?"

	I would always remember the words Chris said as we stood under the
water together. I don't know from what depth he brought up these feelings
he was having, I only know it made him dear beyond belief.

	"Gary...I want you to love me," Chris said. "Is that possible?"

	I hugged him so tight I thought he might break. Anything was
possible, I knew that now. I just needed to know him better, to find out
his emotional needs and feed them. Something told me his sexual appetite
would not be appeased until we had done everything possible. It would give
him the excuse to love me and the reason I couldn't resist doing so in
return. What a lucky man I was indeed.

	Max had chosen Shelby six years before. I had seen their immediate
attraction from the moment I brought the boy home. My life was full of boys
by then, I could hand over this one to someone I loved and valued
deeply. Max had never betrayed that love for Shelby; I was so envious of
what they had.

	All those years, the many boys, the search for my own true
love...all gone past in a haze of pot smoke. The whole time asking
myself...is this the one? And now Chris...a magnificent boy...and those
words...he wanted me to love him. Never before had a boy said that to me so
freely...he wanted what I had to offer and nothing less.

	"Chris...anything is possible. I think you are one special boy and
I want us to become closer and closer. When the time comes we'll know if
it's love. I promise you."

	We kissed and I felt something poking me in the thigh. I gasped and
looked down; he was hard as a pole again.

	"My God...again?" I said.

	Chris blushed...it was adorable. "It's all your fault," he giggled.

	I backed him against the wall and went to my knees. I sucked on his
cock, and played with his balls. His body thrust towards me as my fingers
trailed under his ball sac and rubbed up and down the crack of his ass. I
felt him shudder at the touch and knew that soon I would have to explore
that area in much more detail. The boy was moving our sexual encounters
forward with leaps and bounds, who was I to resist?

	He gave that mighty groan as he shot what little offering he had
left inside, but it was enough to satisfy I was sure. His knees gave way
and he slid slowly down until he sat on the shower floor before me. I
quickly leaned forward and kissed him and as expected his tongue shot into
my mouth...but he quickly backed off.

	"Oh...you still have my cum in your mouth...I tasted it."

	"Was it sweet? I think you taste like candy," I said.

	"I never tasted mine before...yours is kinda salty...but nice."

	"Are we done, or are you gonna pop another boner before I stand
up?" I asked.

	Chris gave my face a playful slap. "Silly man...now I'm hungry. Can
we go have breakfast with Jerry and Max?"

	We climbed out of the shower as I explained we might get a late
lunch with them. Max always said his heart didn't start beating until noon,
Chris thought that was very funny. But Jerry wasn't a sleep addict; he
might get up if we went over to the house. Chris thought we should give it
a try since it was already nine o'clock, so we started walking down Duval.

	"Morning, Gary" was said by a half a dozen people before we'd even
left the block. To be polite I returned the greeting and introduced Chris
as part of my sailing crew for the summer. The neighborhood knew I sailed,
they knew I took boys on as crew, and whatever else they thought was kept
to themselves.

	"Gosh, does everybody here know you?" Chris asked.

	"I sure seem to know a lot of people, huh?"

	"How long have you lived here?"

	"Hmm, I'd say about twenty years more or less."

	Chris knew how old I was, all he had to do was the math. "You were
my age...did your parents come here to live?"

	Now that was harder to answer. "No...I came alone actually and then
I met Max."

	"Oh...um, was Max...was..."

	"Yes, he was my boyfriend for almost six years, Chris. Now you know
why I think he's so dear. Anything else you want to know, my life is open
for you to see."

	"Sorry, I don't mean to be nosey. Wow, you and Max. That was a long
time ago."

	"He took me off the street; he loved me and made me go to school
and then college. He did all the things my parents couldn't do for
me...wouldn't do for me."

	I stopped at the tiny park on the corner and sat Chris down on a
bench. It was time he knew it all.

	"My parents threw me out when I told them I was gay. I was
fourteen, it hurt real bad. My dad was an important man in the town where
we lived and my mother was too weak to stop him. I took off south because I
didn't want to be stuck sleeping under a bridge when it started to snow. I
hitched rides for over a week to get down here, but this is the place I
chose."

	"And you met Max down here...how did that happen?" Chris asked.

	"On the beach two days after I arrived. He took one look at me and
said I needed a bath and some food, he was right. I went home with him and
never left...but that's not quite the end. He made me go to school and paid
for my college. Then I joined the Navy because Max said I should see the
world, and he was right as always."

	"But you lived here; did you have a job after you got out of the
Navy?"

	"Nope, didn't need one then, I have my own business now," I
replied.

	"I'm missing something, but maybe it's none of my business."

	"I won't hide anything from you...well, maybe my stash if you start
smoking too damn much."
	Chris giggled. "I mean the money. I can tell you're a rich man."

	"Rich? Never, but I am comfortable...maybe even wealthy...it all
came from my dad."

	"I thought he threw you out. Oh, he died...I'm sorry."

	"While I was in the Navy Max tracked my parents down. I was their
only child and I don't know what he said to them, he still won't tell
me. But seven years ago they both died in a hurricane when their car went
off a bridge on the Outer Banks in Carolina. A lawyer got in touch with me
thanks to Max and I took leave from the Navy to come home."

	"That's so sad...I would miss my mom if something happened to her,"
Chris said.

	"Yeah, I missed my mom the most. They had a nice funeral and then I
got a real surprise, they left everything to me. It seems my dad had
invested in the stock market and did it right, I was pretty well off after
that. I resigned from the Navy and bought the sailboat up in Lauderdale,
Shelby was my first crew that summer...the rest you already know."

	"But Shelby is Max's boyfriend. Oh, you did that for him didn't
you?"

	"Yes, I knew they had feelings for one another the first time I
introduced them, it felt good to be able to do something for Max."

	Chris placed his hand on my thigh. "I think you're about the nicest
guy I ever met, Gary. I understand why people like you, it's easy."

	"I haven't always liked myself, Chris. I do drugs and I have sex
with boys like you...I can't help myself."

	"You never forced a boy before have you?" Chris asked.

	"No, I love boys...I could never hurt one. But it's illegal,
everyone thinks it's wrong and I ought to be in jail. I would be if I ever
get caught."

	"So stop doing it, you don't need to anymore," Chris said.

	"I can't stop looking, Chris. Boys are a passion inside of
me...look what I've done to you, I almost feel like I kidnapped you the
other night."

	Chris scooted over as close as he could. "I don't feel that way,
I'm glad I came here with you. But you're sad and I know why."

	"OK, wise man...why am I sad?"

	"Because you see how happy Max is and you want to feel the same
way. Shelby went for him and not you, but you allowed it to happen because
of the great guy you are. And all the other boys in between, including
Jerry, it just didn't happen, did it?"

	"No, O Wise One, it didn't. I don't believe I'm talking to you
about this, are you sure you're only fourteen?"

	"Yes, fourteen until just before Christmas, December
eighteenth. But Gary...um, this is hard to say. Gary, you have me...I want
you to love me, remember."

	The tears came to my eyes without warning and I didn't know how the
emotions had washed over me so fast. Chris grabbed my hand and squeezed. He
was upset only because I was crying, I wasn't upset at all.

	I let the tears flow and felt Chris put his arm around me. He was
being protective; he needed something from me almost as much as I needed
him. Every boy I encountered had needed something from me, but only one had
given so much back. I wanted him to be the one, Chris would be my
everything and he was trying to tell me this.

	I hugged him back, wiping the tears with the back of my hand.

	"Sorry, I don't know why I cried like that," I said.

	"I haven't cried in weeks, I don't have to anymore," Chris said. "I
got so sad when my mom drank too much. I was afraid I would wake up one
morning and she'd be dead. She was all I had left...but now I have you."

	"You really want me that bad...really?" I asked.

	"Yeah, I do...does that make me gay?"

	"Oh sweetie, nothing can make you gay, not even me. If you are
you'll know it someday but only if it matters to you."

	"Can I love you without being gay, would that work?" Chris asked.

	I laughed at the thought. "Sure you can love me, but I think if we
were in love you'd want to be gay."

	"I get the difference. People in love do anything because they want
to share everything; people who only love do it because it's fun."

	"Lord, now I know you're not fourteen. Where did you come up with
that?"

	Chris laughed. "I dunno, but you understand what I mean. I love
what we do together Gary because I trust you, you'll never hurt me. I think
that means you must love me. The in love part might come along any day; we
both have to work on that. Sure means we'll have a lot of fun along the
way."

	I laughed at the innuendo, this boy was exceptional. He knew what I
was after and he hadn't rejected one bit of it. I had never had a boy come
this close to understanding what was in my heart, it felt liberating. We
finished our walk to the house and quietly crept inside. I could hear the
shower running and the guest room door was open, Jerry was up.

	Chris and I went in the room and sat on Jerry's bed. I looked
around and saw the baggage of teenage life. The boy had definitely pulled
out from his sister's; he'd brought everything he owned. I smiled when I
saw the rainbow scarf tied around the bedpost. I had given him that in
Cancun because I knew he was bold enough to wear it.

	Chris smiled, knowing we might get a glimpse of Jerry's goodies if
we sat right here. Bold little boy, had he been like this when we first
met? I remembered the doubts about coming with me, but had he been
afraid...no, he wasn't timid, just cautious.

	The bathroom door opened and Jerry came down the hall, towel around
his neck He stepped through the doorway and froze. Yeah, the same nice body
and exceptional cock. Chris and I had the same idea and we applauded
quietly so we wouldn't wake the others.

	"Bravo...encore," I said.

	"Whoa mamma," Chris said, wiggling his eyebrows.

	Jerry smiled at our silliness but did nothing to cover his
nakedness. Instead he bowed and blew kisses. "Next show in five minutes,
get your tickets please," he said. We all laughed at that one.

	"Thought you might want breakfast," Chris said.

	"Yeah, you look good enough to eat," Jerry threw back.

	Chris blushed and I died laughing. The boy had been caught at his
own game.

	"I was thinking Suzy Q, they have those wonderful rolls...and the
omelets are to die for," I said.

	"Don't have to twist my arm. Let me throw some clothes on," Jerry
said.

	"Need any help?" Chris asked.

	Jerry looked at me. "What have you done to him, he wasn't like this
last night?"

	"Don't look at me; he's evolving at his own pace."

	Jerry pulled on his board shorts, the boy never wore underwear. A
T-shirt and sandals then we were off for the best breakfast in town. Suzy Q
served breakfast most of the day, it took the town that long to wake up.

	"I have a surprise for you this trip, Jerry. Chris cooks," I said.

	"What, no more powdered eggs? Excellent."

	"Oh, I didn't say that, he just knows how to make them taste like
something besides sawdust," I laughed.

	Jerry leaned over to Chris. "You know I love this guy but he can't
cook worth shit. I'm not sure he's even gay. The gay guys I know can at
least boil water. Too bad there's no carry out on the high seas."

	"Yeah, shark bait...just wait, I'll get you back for that crack," I
said.

	"There he goes, after my butt crack already," Jerry slung back.

	Chris was in fits of laughter at our antics, I could tell this was
gonna be a great cruise. I asked Jerry if he still had the passport from
last summer and he said Max had kept it stashed away for safekeeping. Good,
that was one less obstacle. After breakfast I would walk Chris down to the
post office and have his passport photo taken for Max to use.

	We ordered a pan of sweet rolls and each decided on the western
omelet, it would take a while as they were busy already. Jerry told us all
about the Pride Day festivities the week before, he'd enjoyed every
minute. Some of his descriptions got a little graphic in nature but Chris
didn't bat an eyelash.

	Knowing about gay sex and doing it were two different things to
Chris, he liked knowledge...the rest was coming along just fine by me. I
thought maybe if he talked to Jerry enough about the subject it might
increase his interest. It didn't matter, that earlier comment about trust
placed the load squarely on my shoulders. When the challenge finally
emerged Chris would do whatever he felt like.

	We cleaned our plates, the boys getting more then their fair share
of the goodies. I left a tip and we walked down to the post office. Twenty
minutes later and I had the photos of Chris. Max wouldn't be up for another
few hours so we walked back to the hotel and down to the boat. Jerry walked
around her deck, becoming familiar once again with all the equipment.

	"What did you do when it stormed last year?" Chris asked.

	Jerry laughed. "You mean after I panicked, I hid in the forward
bathroom...big mistake. The bow gets pretty tossed around and so I barfed
my brains out, I was seasick for two days afterwards."

	Chris didn't like the sound of that. "He didn't take his Dramamine
like I told him to," I said. "You won't get sick if you listen to me."

	"He's right, I was just a stubborn little punk back then," Jerry
said. "Hey, can we catch a buzz?"

	"I suppose, you know where it is," I said. Jerry was feeding all of
Chris' bad habits already. They would check out Chris' personal stash and
have some of that. I knew Jerry would ask before touching my stuff...and I
sure hoped that would include Chris' body.


End of Part One...more to follow.