Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2008 08:56:58 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: hitch-hiking can be dangerous, Chapters 3 & 4

Chapter Three

	I sat looking through my charts and logs from last year. We'd taken
a zig-zag course across the water from Key West to Cancun last fall,
swinging a bit north to avoid any Cuban problems. In real distance Cancun
was about six hundred miles away. It had taken us four days last summer,
less than a thousand miles in real distance traveled, but then I was
getting acquainted with Jerry at the time.

	This time it seemed like a better idea to shoot straight across to
the Yucatan if we could, providing the winds favored our trip, and then
spend time cruising up and down the coast. There were lots of beaches,
private places and things to see. Jerry knew the routine, Chris would learn
it. It would make for a happy, healthy crew.

	I scoped out the map coordinates and copied the file into my
navigation system. Nothing was foolproof, but it gave me a place to start
and I could show the boys how we kept tabs on the way over.

	I shut down the system and went back to join the boys only to find
them otherwise occupied. There was a porno playing on the wide screen and
both boys were sitting on the couch, shirts off and pants around their
ankles. Both were heavily masturbating themselves, unaware that I was
standing behind them. I should have known...Jerry was a horny devil, so it
seems was Chris.

	On screen two guys were going at it. For Chris I imagined this
would be his first taste of gay porn and how male bodies could get
involved. I stood back and watched and it was quite....ahh...
instructional. Jerry watched the film and Chris watched Jerry, now that was
interesting. When had my boy become so interested in another boy's cock
handling?

	I knew it wouldn't be long before Jerry might want to do something
together. I would end up being the moderator if I wasn't careful. Jerry
wasn't totally aware of my feelings about Chris and I wasn't sure he really
cared. It was one of the reasons he hadn't made the finals in my book, he
was selfish with his sex.

	But he would sail with us and I would have to put up with his
antics...and Chris' for that matter. He'd probably encouraged Jerry to do
this so he could see that big cock in action. There was more than a little
homo curiosity at work here; I was beginning to think Chris might be
working his way to our side of the fence.

	To my knowledge, a boy with little or no sexual experience could
adapt to anything if he kept an open mind. Sex was mostly about pleasure at
that age; a hole was a hole long as it was wrapped around his penis. Chris
would find himself fully involved in gay sex long before he got to taste
the other side, if he ever did. That might be enough for him if there was
emotional satisfaction included with the deal. Jerry couldn't give him
that, but I could.

	Chris came first, no surprise there. A grunt and he squirted, end
of show. Jerry looked over to watch the orgasm and then went back to
himself. He followed up a minute later with a large blast that coated his
stomach; Chris watched every bit of it with great curiosity. I grabbed a
roll of paper towels from the counter and dropped it on the couch between
them.

	"Messy, messy," I said, clucking my tongue like a mother hen.

	Chris jumped at my voice; Jerry just leaned his head back and
laughed.

	"Did you watch us the whole time?" Jerry asked, pulling of a wad of
towels and handing the roll to Chris.

	"Nope, I've seen it all before. I know what a perv you are, my
boy. But Chris...naughty boy...did you enjoy your first gay porn film?"

	Chris laughed, he wasn't sure if I was mad or what. "I dunno...it
was OK."

	I smiled. "Look at their faces Chris; have you ever seen two more
bored actors in your life? Porn is so fake it just kills me, I'll take the
real thing any day."

	"I know you will," Jerry laughed.

	"You better shut up or I'll give Chris a real demo on your asshole
right here and now."

	"Ooo, promises, promises," Jerry said.

	"Uh...we were just having a little fun," Chris said.

	"Don't worry Chris, I know what it was," I said. "Just be careful,
if Jerry bends over that means he wants it real bad."

	"Uh...I'm not going to be fucking any guys, OK?" Chris said.

	"See, now you've scared him, and just when I was going to sneak up
on him," Jerry said. I could tell Chris was sitting outside the humor box;
it was time to end this charade.

	"Let's go see what Max has in store for the afternoon. The sooner
he finishes his magic the sooner we can leave this place for that other
place," I said.

	"I thought this was the place," Jerry said.

	I almost slipped up and said it was before he got here, but I bit
my tongue on that one. I was a mite jealous of his directing Chris without
talking to me. I didn't want him spoiling the innocent way Chris was
developing those good feelings towards me.

	"Jerry, pack the weed back up, let's leave," I said.

	Chris gave me a smile; he was ready to get out of this
situation. Maybe he already knew that Jerry had used him a bit in a futile
game with me. I would give him time to think about it. The boy was a lot
smarter than Jerry realized and that played in my favor.

	We went looking for Max, who was found sipping tea on the back
patio. I handed over the photos and he seemed pleased. He smiled at Chris.

	"A shame to waste that wonderful face on something as droll as a
passport. You're a very handsome boy, me lad...does Gary tell you that?"

	"Yes," Chris said, blushing of course.

	"Well he better because it's too true. So, would you like to help
me feed my birds this morning?"

	"Sure, that sounds like fun," Chris said. "Do they have names?"

	Chris was gonna charm the socks off the old man, I just knew
it. This activity cut Jerry right out of the picture and he sat dejected
over by the pool. I suppose we needed to talk.

	"So you start with the games already, you trying to scare him
off...you must be jealous of what we used to have," I said.

	"It just seemed like a bit of fun, that's all it was,
Gary...honest."

	"We had fun once, I still love you Jerry...that will never go
away," I said.

	"I suppose it's hard to watch him like this, I was like that
once. Yeah, I'm jealous...he has your full attention now."

	"You two are quite different people, I did that on purpose. Are you
going to stay here this fall and go back to school?"

	" Suppose I better or you and Max will be all over my case, won't
you?"

	"Yes, dear...it's what we do best. But I only want what's best for
you; you have to succeed in life because too many others have failed
you. You have the guts I admire. I know you can be the very best."

	"That helps, Gary...you've always been truthful with me. Sometimes
you gave me the boot but I always remember the hugs. Maybe I'll join the
Navy when I get out of school. Max said it worked for you."

	"They'll teach you a lot, and there are more gay guys in there then
you can imagine, you just have to be careful. You tend to be over the top
sometimes, but I put that down to your youth and inexperience."

	"I won't mess with your boy, Gary. He's really got a bad case for
you...you know that don't you?"

	"I see it in his eyes, he wants to love me...I'm flattered."

	"Aww, that's so sweet. Well I'll take my cue from you. No messing
around behind your back, OK?

	"Yeah, Jerry...it's a long walk home from the Yucatan."

	He smiled, we understood one another. I just wish he'd come up with
a boyfriend by now. I know sixteen is a tough age; it was like halfway to
nowhere, especially in the gay world. That age would scare any self
respecting gay man, the phrase 'jail bait' immediately came to mind. Jerry
needed a peer, and there were probably a low number of those down here if
any at all.

	Shelby came shuffling out in his bedroom slippers and robe, a cup
of much needed coffee in hand. Jerry smiled as he sat down.

	"Now why is it that Max is twice your age and yet he seems to hold
up better after a night on the town?" Jerry asked.

	I winced; sure that Shelby was in no mood for joking around this
early. But Shelby smiled at the shot across his bow and rose to the
challenge.

	"He feels it, but at his advanced age it takes longer for the brain
to feel the pain."  Good comeback, and we all laughed, but Shelby wasn't
finished quite yet. "I seem to recall some youngster sneaking out of
Squeaky's pretty early last night. Did you have a hot date with your right
hand?"

	Oh Lord, Shelby had struck back with a vengeance. Jerry smiled
calmly. "That was a good one, two points. At least I wasn't so drunk that I
had to say 'Not tonight Max' when I got home."

	"You got me there, game goes to you," Shelby admitted.

	"Lord you guys play hardball," I said. "Is it always like this?"

	"Nope, sometime he's so drunk he staggers into my room by mistake
and I rock his world," Jerry said.

	"OK, like that will ever happen," Shelby said.

	"A boy can dream can't he," Jerry said, batting his eyelashes.

	"You guys are too crazy for me. Jerry needs to get laid, I know
that much. Isn't there a football team at the high school?" I asked.

	Shelby chuckled. "Yes, our young man here does need some love and
affection."

	"Not in this burg, I've looked already," Jerry said.

	"Maybe you can kidnap a cute horny young guy when you get to
Mexico. I saw a few of those when Max and I went down last Christmas,"
Shelby said.

	"Yeah, and we could smuggle him into the county, Gary...would you?"
Jerry asked.

	"You want me to risk my life and the boat? Sure Jerry, anything for
you....except maybe that," I said.

	"I'd probably have a better chance down there than up here," Jerry
said. "Maybe I'll find a nice horny Norwegian on vacation. Yah, du jou like
Sven nakie?" Shelby and I howled with laughter at his imitation of the
accent.

	"Lord knows what's down there besides terribly homophobic
Mexicans," I said. "You come up with anything reasonable and I'll support
you."

	"And that's why you got to love this guy, he pries his wallet open
in the name of lust...I mean love," Jerry said. "That football team is
starting to look better and better, when's the season start?"

	Max and Chris walked back over, both looking quite contented from
their bird outing. "He's got birds that can talk," Chris informed us.

	"Long as they don't talk to the cops we'll be just fine," Jerry
said.

	Max chuckled, Chris ignored the joke. Oh? Maybe Jerry had already
struck out with my boy today. I had to smile. Max went inside to start his
passport building program and I produced a list of groceries we would need
for the trip. I asked to borrow Shelby's car and he handed me the
keys. Chris said he would come along, there was no suggestion Jerry should
join us.

	I drove out of town to the Super Mart off Highway One. It was
easier than running here and there all over town. Chris was pretty quiet,
staring out the window for most of the ride.

	"You worried about such a long trip?" I asked as we parked the car.

	"A little. Maybe Jerry wasn't such a good idea after all, he's
weird."

	Ah, and there it was. Jerry had certainly blown his coolness in
Chris' eyes

	"Jerry is a good kid," I said. "He's frustrated a lot right now. I
think he's jealous of you, he lost out with his sister and I know he feels
stuck down here in the Keys."

	"Yeah, I know about the jealous part. He misses what you guys
had. I wonder if I'll ever feel that way."

	"I hope not, we've barely begun to know each other, sweetie. Look,
Jerry couldn't give me what I wanted, and that was someone who would stick
by me. He was all over the charts and that's why he went back to his
sister. He knew a lot of gay boys up there, I just asked him to please be
careful and to always use a condom. What else could I say, he was gonna
mess around until he'd had enough."

	"If I wasn't here...would you go back to loving him?"

	"No, Chris...not like it was. I still do love him. I love all my
boys because they need me to care about them. Jerry was in the worst
possible situation at home, some people even threatened to kill him because
of who he is. I took him away from all that, he loves me for saving him
like that...but he isn't in love with me, we were never like that."

	"You think it will be good if he comes with us?"

	"Yes, we already talked about this morning. I told him I wanted you
to be yourself and not be lead by some crazy notion he had of being sexy
with you. What you do with me is what you want to do; I never want you to
feel like you have to do anything. I'm very happy with the Chris I know
now."

	"I guess he just wanted to see if I would follow him when he jacked
off, it felt like a dare. Yeah, and I spent most of that time looking at
his cock. I know you didn't want me to see those movies."

	"See, that's what I mean about you, Chris. You do know how I feel,
you understand what I think is right and wrong. I never want to make you
feel bad about anything but I would like you to ask me what I think before
you do something you already know is a bit crazy."

	"Yeah, I understand. It's like you already know me so well, Gary. I
can trust you completely. Jerry I need to think about."

	"I want to make your life so good...so happy. I think we need this
trip to really understand one another. Something told me I needed to stop
for you on that highway the other night. Do you believe in fate?"

	"Fate...like what's gonna happen to us no matter what we do about
it?"

	"Yes, only more. Like what will happen is brought about by the good
we do, the best of our intentions bringing us greater rewards. It's called
karma."

	"It's not the God thing then? I'm not very religious," Chris said.

	"Neither am I. What I mean is that we all have a destiny...a place
that life takes us, good or bad. When I look at you sweetie, I know that
life is taking me to a great place, I can feel it."

	Chris smiled. "Maybe it's that love thing happening again. I don't
think I could ever be with anyone else like I am when we're together,
Gary. I know Jerry is a horn dog but I don't get the same feelings for
him. That's why I watched him this morning; I was trying to get those same
feelings and I couldn't."

	He gazed over at me and I could only smile. We were on the same
road to love only we couldn't speak its name quite yet. All I knew was that
Jerry would be a very lonely boy on our voyage and that made me sad.

	Even Jerry deserved love from someone, not my kind of love, but the
kind that would blow his socks off. That person would have to be dominant
and caring as the boy needed so much guidance. He could easily attract the
wrong kind; in fact he was here because he'd done just that. Max had his
spies everywhere and we paid for the information just so it would be
accurate. Jerry would never tell us the truth; he had a hard time admitting
his mistakes.

	But Max and I felt like parents. You had to forgive your kids and
push them in the right direction. Then one day they would grow up and turn
out fine. Chris was already on the way, he never ceased to amaze me.

	"What?" Chris said. "You were staring."

	"I'll always have my eyes on you, I was just thinking about that,"
I said.

	"You're getting silly on me," Chris giggled. I wanted to take him
right here in the car...instead we went shopping.

	I explained about what we would need and what Mexico couldn't
provide when we got there. Different countries meant different
issues. Mexico wasn't a backwards country by any means, but us lazy North
Americans loved our creature comforts...like soft toilet paper.

	We laid in the powdered milk and eggs and I explained to Chris that
pasteurization was an issue south of the border. I'd never had a stomach
virus or infection while down there and I didn't intend to start this
trip. I told Chris he must never accept ice in a drink or drink a bottled
product unless he had seen the cap come off with his own eyes...and maybe
not even then.

	When we ran out of goodies we would come home, plain and
simple. There were daily supplies and emergency supplies, the latter I
already had aplenty but it paid to be careful...I bought more. I had a
carton of condoms on the boat and considered if that was enough. Yeah,
Jerry wasn't getting any this time, at least not from us.

	If it was in bags or plastic containers I chose that first over the
canned variety, weight was always an issue. We got soups galore; meats ala
dried and packed in foil. A lot of this stuff was stocked for the hurricane
seasons down here; it suited my purpose quite well. Six hundred dollars
poorer we were finally done. I was sad when it barely filled the car.

	Back to town and down to the docks where our handy boy valets
helped us carry the stuff on board. Gosh they sure
looked...ahh...healthy. Chris giggled when he caught me looking and stuck
out his tongue. I would get even for that later.

	We filled the pantry shelves and every nook and cranny we could
find. Chris seemed to take charge of the storage and I was grateful. I
reminded him he better remember where things were or we would lose track on
the trip. That's when he told me about his system.

	It was simple, too simple for me to have figured out. A to Z, left
to right throughout the kitchen. Applesauce to vinegar, it was that easy. I
was very impressed, what a clever lad. We were both hot and sweaty by the
time we were done, so off to the hotel room for a shower and change of
clothes...and whatever else his young majesty so desired.

	And desire he did. Showering with him was like foreplay; it excited
the senses and firmed up the deal. Exploring his body with a soapy wash
cloth elicited giggles and gasps, as I watched him soak up the
attention. His cock couldn't get any harder, but it seemed to have an
urgent need to be washed as Chris kept thrusting it at me.

	He pressed his soapy body against mine and rubbed as we kissed but
I was not going to allow him to orgasm this way, I had greater
plans. Instead I made sure to clean myself thoroughly in every orifice, and
then it was his turn.

	I remembered the way he shuddered the last time my fingers touched
the cleft of his buttocks and this time it was no different. He was
sensitive back there and gasped as I rubbed a soapy finger across his tight
little pucker. I rubbed a bit and pushed against it, penetrating barely to
the first knuckle and eliciting a moan from the boy.

	"What are you doing?" Chris asked. Trust shaded with a little
concern.

	"Just making sure you're clean down there, did I startle you?"

	"Yeah, I didn't know it was so sensitive."

	I smiled. "How about we dry off and go play on the bed?"

	"OK. You gonna start playing with my butt now?"

	"Maybe...it sure is cute," I replied, leading him into the
bedroom. Chris lay back on the bed and looked up at me.

	"I don't think I can do what you want, Gary."

	"Ah, so you read my mind now do you? Have you ever worn a condom?"

	"Nope, no reason to....oh, what are you thinking?"

	"I was hoping you might want to experience something new. Maybe I
can give you a different kind of pleasure tonight."

	"You want to....to fuck me?"

	"I would never just fuck you Chris, that's crude. Someday when you
are ready and you feel like you want to give me pleasure we can make love,
but it will never be just a fuck."

	"Those guys in the film today, they were fucking but I don't think
there was anything close to love in any of that. There's a difference."

	"Can I show you something, I'll stop if it bothers you...but I
think you'll like it," I said.  "I sure did my first time."

	Chris looked up at me and smiled. His smile said fine, his eyes
said don't hurt me. I gazed at his face in wonder. I could almost read his
thoughts now; we had become so in tune the past few days. Somehow I had
been fortunate to choose this one special boy from the thousands out there
at any given moment. I was beginning to see that he was a perfect match for
me, a willing pupil.

	"What?" Chris asked. "There you go thinking again."

	I lay down beside him and kissed his forehead. "I am just so glad
to have you as my friend, as the person I choose to care about so very
much. I feel very lucky at this moment."

	Chris leaned over and kissed me on the lips, there was no turning
back after that. Tonight I would worship him and allow him to understand
that loving a man's body meant a whole lot more than just sucking cock.

	I kissed his neck and nipples, working my way down his body as he
squirmed and wriggled at my touch. I tongued his cock, hearing his breath
come in short excitable gasps. Moving between his legs I raised them
slowly, taking his balls in my mouth and receiving a moan of pleasure in
return.

	I let them drop one by one and wiggled my tongue down, down into
the forbidden territory between his legs. Chris raised his head to look
down at me, questioning my move as I pushed his knees back to his chest and
exposed the target I had chosen.

	The first swipe of my tongue across his tight little hole caused
him to start, and then I pushed forward into the heat of his bottom. He
shuddered as I plunged, and groaned as my tongue wiggled around.

	"Oh...Gary...what.....Oh...yes," Chris gasped.

	His hands reached around his legs and found my hair, but rather
than pull me off he pushed down, encouraging me to continue. I proceeded to
lick and suck, plying the folds of skin around his hole until I felt them
relax and then I pushed into him yet again. The scent was heady, filling my
nose with his most intimate smell.

	He was gasping for breath, excited beyond all former experience, he
loved every second. My tongue quickly began to tire; it was time to move
along. I rubbed a finger alongside my tongue and stabbed inwards, wiggling
my way deeper than even my tongue could penetrate.

	I left my finger in place, awash in the spit from my mouth and took
Chris' cock in my mouth. He thrust upwards and I allowed him to fill my
mouth and throat. My finger moved slowly, pressing forward as I felt his
body relax and accept the intrusion. He was moaning, tossing his head back
and forth at the feelings. The familiar and the new combined to excite him
greatly.

	I toyed with his balls and pressed that finger into him, feeling it
slide into the warmth. His muscles clenched around me unsure if this was a
good thing. Two knuckles in I felt his body shudder and knew I was close. I
pressed and sucked, his cock telling me that he was near climax.

	Chris groaned, his anal muscles contracted around my finger, and
then I encountered the target. I rubbed the tip of my finger against the
nub of his prostate and Chris shuddered, I rubbed again. His cock swelled
in my mouth and his anal muscles twitched, one moment soft, the next
grasping me with all his might. I rubbed that sweet spot until it drove him
over the edge.

	"Oh...Oh...Gary....ahhhh, " Chris allowed.

	I felt his muscles clamp on my finger as his cock began to spasm in
my mouth, filling it with his sweetness. It was a huge orgasm, the biggest
one yet and I thought he was going to pull my hair out.

	He thrust and wiggled his body, the effect being that my finger was
driven all the way in. I felt his insides go soft as his body rose on the
wave of orgasm and then slid down the backside. I eased out of him and
grasped his cock, milking the final drops for my searching tongue. Chris
collapsed back on the bed and I sat up, lowering his legs to the mattress.

	The immediate silence was filled with his heavy breathing and I
felt the mattress tremble as he shuddered away the adrenaline rush. What
drama, how wonderful...the best kind of sex. And now Chris knew why the
asshole was important for great sex...class dismissed.

	He looked up at me. "Oh God...incredible." Yeah, I thought so too.

	I explained the prostate, the feelings and that now he understood
why men allowed themselves to be fucked. Once you got past the size of the
tool, the purpose of being fucked was to rub against that spot and enjoy
the fullness of something inside of you.

	"The feeling was major...awesome," Chris finally said. "But your
finger is...I could never handle your cock up there, it's too big."

	I could have said he was wrong, in time I could make myself
fit. But what I got from that statement was something else. He didn't
reject anal sex outright; he just couldn't understand the mechanics. It was
a moment of deep feelings; he had accepted what I had to offer.

	I went in the bathroom and washed my hands. I looked up to see
Chris standing at the door, he was looking at something.

	"Gary...? Wow, Gary...you do look younger."

	I glanced up in the mirror at my reflection. The hair was so much
lighter, my skin tighter. Lemon juice and salt water, nature's own means of
changing my appearance. Gone were the bags under my eyes, the worried
wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. As with all humans, my exterior well
being was directly connected to the feelings I had inside.

	I gazed at the boy. He was the cause of everything good that I felt
about myself right then, that part was no lie. Someday I might tell him the
truth. For now he could believe our passion allowed me to youthen, to
become more like him. There was a lot more to that then I would ever
understand, he was my fountain of youth.

	I smiled. "See, told you it works."

	He stood at the toilet and peed, glancing over at me. "You like to
watch?"

	"I like everything about you, Chris. I treasure every moment I have
with you."

	"I heard that guys like to pee on one another, they think it's
sexy. That's gross."

	"Um...yeah, it is kinda nasty. But people are all different,
everyone seems to find something they like, kinky or not," I said.

	Chris flushed the toilet and came over for a hug as I dried my
hands.

	"Gary...do you want to put your cock in my butt? Would that make
you happy?"

	"I want to do anything you think is good, Chris. But you aren't
ready for that kind of sex with me or anyone. It would take some serious
work to open you up enough for me to fit inside. So why don't we wait on
that for a while. As you grow up it might be something you really want to
try and I would love to show you how good it feels, but not now."

	"You want me around that long, huh? It might take years for me to
grow up. Can you wait that long?"

	I had to tell him, to let him know what I felt about us. He would
only blossom with time into the young man I wanted so much for my very
own. Picking him up, I sat him on the marble counter and gazed into his
face.

	"That's the second time you told me I might not want you around
when you grow older, Chris. Every day I think about the future and I see
you there with me. You know I've had lots of boyfriends. I would never lie
to you about that. But I had them for a reason...I've been looking for
something."

	Oh, the innocence in those eyes...would he understand?

	"I've been looking for that special boy, the one who will stay with
me forever and be more than a boyfriend...I want a partner. But that's a
difficult thing for a boy to understand, to be able to look so far into the
future. I think you're special, everything I see in you tells me that."

	"You want me for more than a boyfriend?" Chris whispered. I could
feel the breath from his lips, and hear the excitement in his voice.

	"Yes, I think you might just be that person...no one else has come
close to making me feel like this."

	I saw Chris' face drop, it was almost a frown. "But...but that
would mean I would have to be gay doesn't it? Partner is like
everything...sex, living together...everything. I don't think I'm gay,
Gary...am I? I don't feel...um, I don't really know what I feel
anymore. Jerry is gay...am I like him?"

	"I don't have the answer to that, Chris. It makes me wonder why I
have these feelings about you, but I do. Gay is a hard thing to define,
sometimes I don't even feel gay but I know I am."

	"I didn't know you were gay when we first met, not until you told
me," Chris said. "I just...well, I just know I care so much about you. I
never felt this way before for anybody. I never knew I would care so much
for a guy...and I don't just mean the sex, Gary. I'm confused."

	I smiled. "Don't feel bad, I think we're both a little confused. I
want that special person to be you, but I've been waiting a long time to
find him." I had to diffuse these feelings, change the subject before Chris
felt he was failing me. "If I keep going with that deal we made we're gonna
look like twins, I'm almost as blonde as you are."

	Chris giggled. "Yeah, I might even look like your son."

	"OK, Junior...hmm, what's this?" I reached for his cock and felt it
stiffen in my grasp. "Horny little man, isn't it?"

	The boy laughed. "Yeah, I'm Chris and that's Junior." We both found
that incredibly funny.  I picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom
as Junior poked me in the stomach.

	"So you never wore a condom...let's see how one fits on you," I
said.

	Chris got all wide eyed as I placed a condom and a small bottle of
lube on the bed beside us. He watched me tear the foil wrapper and place it
like a cap on the head of his cock. Junior wiggled around a bit as I rolled
it down for a loose fit. A bit of growing and Chris would fill one of these
things quite nicely. I rubbed his cock so Chris would get the feeling of
being sheathed.

	"Feels funny," he said.

	"Yeah, funny but safe. No germs, easy cleanup...that's about all I
can say for condoms. They do slow the action down but won't stop the good
feelings. Are you ready?"

	"Ready...for what?"

	I leaned on my side and applied a generous amount of the lube to my
anus before I lay on my stomach. Chris watched the whole process,
enthralled by the idea of what he knew was coming.

	I smiled, patted my ass and said, "Climb aboard, Junior."

	Chris grinned as he slid over to me and lay on my back. I could
feel Junior poking around and I reached back to guide him. Feeling the
pressure against my hole, I nodded.

	"Push in, sweetie...slowly if you please until I get adjusted."

	Chris leaned into me and I felt him slide inside. Like all first
timers he just kept going until he bottomed out. Thank God it was only five
inches long. He lay there with his face pressed between my shoulder
blades...and then he began to move.

	"Oh...sweetie, you feel so good like that," I said.

	His body thrust and backed off, sliding around inside and rubbing
my prostate. I enjoyed the fullness, the thought of what his face must look
like...I knew he was smiling.

	"Push up with your arms, make it easier to thrust," I said.

	Chris slid his hands to the mattress and did a push up. Now he
could use the leverage and he did, the thrusts becoming more urgent as he
got used to the motion. He got a little carried away there and slipped out,
I almost giggled with the thought...doesn't everyone make that same mistake
the first time?

	He quickly adjusted, sliding back inside and staying closer to the
target, but I could tell he was having a ball. His little moans of delight
made my cock hard as a rock against the mattress. All that prostate
stimulation would get me off if Junior lasted long enough. Next time I
would lie on my back so I could watch the boy's face. That alone might
bring me off.

	"Oh...sweetie, God that feels good," I moaned.

	Chris pumped away, his little grunts and groans telling me how
pleased he was. His breathing became more rapid, his thrusts larger and I
knew he was reaching the end of the road. I focused my mind on the
feelings, wanting to arrive at the same time he did.

	"Ahh...oh...God, Gary...ahhhh," Chris almost yelled. Yeah, I got
all that too. His body thrust into me and stayed in tight as the boy
groaned in orgasm. Yeah, that did it for me. I unloaded all over the sheets
as Chris lay down on my back.

	"Don't pull out...leave it there," I said.

	I felt his face on my back, his short panting breath against my
skin...we would both remember this moment for a long time. I felt the
hardness inside of me begin to ease, he softened and slid out. The condom
would come off and make a mess, but then I had already soaked the sheets
myself.

	Chris kissed my neck and I rolled over to hug him. Our lips met and
I basked in the glow of his first time. He broke off and pulled back, the
grin on his face said it all.

	"Now that was awesome," Chris said. And from out of nowhere I saw
tears in his eyes and his mouth trembled. Something had triggered a deep
emotion, something we had to address.

	"You were wonderful, sweetie..."

	"I love you, Gary...it scares me...but I love you."

	I hugged him tight and felt him sob. Tears for the happiness he
felt, mingled with the uncertainty of his feelings equaled fear in his
mind. Love wasn't a new concept in Chris' thoughts; it had only been
looking for an outlet... a moment of catharsis. Sex could do it... choosing
that moment to overwhelm the boy. I held him close, giving it time...he
need to let it all out.

	Was he or wasn't he? Chris had been in emotional turmoil for years,
and not just about his sexuality. He'd needed a man in his life, someone to
replace the father he never knew. I could blame the mother but then I
didn't know the situation, his father was an unknown. No boy could ever
feel whole without knowing who had provided the seeds of his life.

	I wanted to cry along with him. He had given me such beauty, such
joy these past few days and yet I was also a source of confusion. He loved
a gay man, which had to be pretty scary to a fourteen year old. I had tried
to be honest, to let him know where he stood with me. Yeah, and what boy
his age could handle all that?  The gay issue loomed large between us
now...but it mattered.

	I could love him only to lose him to a woman at some point. How
would that feel? But if I allowed him to stay this close without making a
decision we would be deluding ourselves. I would hate myself for twisting
his sexual thoughts, for keeping him from a hetero life just for my own
needs. And I came to a decision.

	Chris would have to make a choice, not now...but soon. I would
always care for him, love him, but he needed to decide what future lay
between us. Gay sex was only a facet of life, being gay was something
else. We could go on experimenting with one another until every physical
need was met, Chris would allow that. But then he would either go home or
stay with me.

	I rubbed his back and felt him stir. He raised his head, eyes still
brimming with tears. "I'm sorry...that wasn't supposed to happen," he said.

	"It wasn't about the sex; it was about me...I know."

	Chris kissed me, a sweet taste of his lips and then he gazed down
at me. "It's just...I never loved anything like this before."

	"I want you to love me, Chris...it makes it easier for me to love
you," I said. "It's all so new, so hard to understand...I get that. And
it's all about loving a guy you only just met because he's been nice to
you. We barely know each other, Chris...but as I said, I see you in my life
for a long time. We'll work this out." I smiled. "You know, boys that just
had their first real sex don't usually cry...was it that bad?"

	He grinned. "Oh God no...it was incredible. The feeling was..." He
started to laugh. "I may never jack off again...you spoiled me."

	I grinned back. "Yeah, I made a mess too...I'm laying in it."

	"You...you made cum too?"

	"Yeah buddy, you hit that little spot...I couldn't help
myself. Next time I'll lie on my back so you can watch me explode. You do
want a next time don't you?"

	"Oh yeah...that was the best. It felt weird with that condom; do we
always have to use one? The guy in that movie didn't have one on."

	"And you said you weren't watching...someone paid attention. I
suppose we could do without it. I was just afraid you might think it was
dirty unless you wore a condom."

	"I won't catch anything will I...I'm sure you don't have any
STD's."

	"I don't and I have the doctor bills to prove it. When's the last
time you had a checkup? You might have caught something from all that sex
you had before you got here."

	"You know I never..." Chris stopped, laughing as he realized it was
all a tease. "I just want to try it, we can wash Junior afterwards."

	"How about right now? I'm stuck to the bed already. I need another
shower."

	Chris went to his knees and sucked on me after we washed. I wasn't
going to respond but he had high hopes I suppose. Something was different;
he felt more in charge now, a dominant male after the coupling with his
mate. I enjoyed the role reversal, maybe he did too.

	We dressed and drove Shelby's car back to the house, it was almost
dinner time. It took Max maybe all of ten minutes but in a moment of
privacy he raised an eyebrow.

	"Something has changed with your boy," he said.

	"Love." Was my only response.

	"Damn, Gary...how do you...? You have to give it up, I am gonna
publish the secret."

	I laughed. "No one would believe it. Not even me."

	He handed over Chris' passport and gave back mine and Jerry's as
well. I compared the three, it all looked totally legitimate. On paper I
had two sons now. Jerry and Chris Lewis...not bad for a middle aged gay
man.

	Most people would be horrified to think of a single gay man raising
two boys; some of them would even be in the gay community. Loving boys was
something I needed, not everyone could accept that. It fulfilled some inner
need I had; some unrequited adolescent feeling that made me a target for
that love. I had accepted that risk, now it was time to move on. Watching
Chris grow would give me great pleasure. I knew his age wouldn't change
those feelings.

	OK, so now we could go to Mexico, but first I had to ask Max to do
something.

	"Track the mother down, Max...see what's going on with her," I
said. "I want to meet her if I can. I think Chris is going to stay with
me. Maybe she can clean up her act, I don't know. But that would ease his
mind a whole lot."

	"Sure, I'll get right on it," Max said. "So you think he's the
one?"

	"His love is all tangled up right now, he isn't sure of anything
just yet. Bad mother, no father...I'm the man in his life. But I don't want
to be just a replacement parent, you understand that. I have to let him
decide and love is a good start."

	"He worships you," Max said. "Just don't play God."

	"Never have...never will," I replied. "Where's Jerry?"

	"Wandering the streets...a lost puppy," Max said.

	"We gotta fix that too, I just don't know where to begin."

	"Things have a way of working themselves out. He'll be OK...just
keep an eye on him down there."

	"Yeah, you can count on it," I replied.



Chapter Four

	Cancun was an artificial environment, a total tourist trap built up
several miles along the coastline below the Port of Juarez. Here the
beaches ran along the Nichupte Lagoon to the port and dissolved into the
wilds of the Yucatan Peninsula. North and west there were dozens of small
costal villages all the way to Vera Cruz, a regular sailor's paradise.

	The Spanish had landed here, stories of pirates and shipwrecks
abounded and the inevitable tropical storms often lashed the coast. The
latter I was hoping to avoid, but the lagoon offered some protection if we
stayed alert and had to seek shelter.

	I could sail into the port and get the papers we needed to stay for
the visit. Mexico always welcomed a few Yankee dollars and Cancun had
become a mecca for North American tourism. It was time to set our trip in
motion, there were already tropical depressions working off the African
coast and headed our way.

	Jerry seemed excited to be repeating the trip. Finally he was an
expert at something and his attitude was contagious. Chris listened to the
descriptions of the beaches, hotels and jungles; it was all so new and
exciting to the novice. We stowed our luggage and I walked them through
some basics on the boat.

	This rope did that, that winch was for this purpose...stuff they
both seemed to already know but I was going be cautious. The very nature of
deep water sailing was fraught with danger; it was part of the
mystique. For this adventure I would have a willing crew. Emergencies would
happen but they would be minor if we handled them well.

	The Gulf of Mexico was a large pond. My boat and many others like
it had sailed longer distances, even circumnavigating the globe. The
Yucatan was the closest point Mexico had to Cuba, our communist neighbors
to the south. I had encountered Cuban Navy elements on previous trips; they
were nosy at the worst of times and of little consequence the rest of the
time. Someday I wanted to visit Havana and view the faded glory of that
former western playground. Maybe after that cigar smoking leader was gone.

	Max and Shelby saw us off at the docks, offering best wishes and
looking forward to our return. The cute dock boys cast us off and we
motored to the outer buoy, set the sails and headed west with a favorable
wind at our backs.

	Chris stayed close to me, watching everything I did and asking
questions. Jerry had shed his clothes to lie in the sun. Chris had smiled
at the show, Jerry was a born nudist. He wasn't needed again until we had
to tack. Later I would have him rig some fishing poles and see what we
might catch. Teaching the boys what was good and safe to eat from the sea
was all part of the whole lesson.

	I had begun sailing at an early age off the Carolina shore. Small
craft giving way to larger as I grew. I thrilled at the wind and waves,
capsized a few times and learned from it. The ocean held no fears in my
mind, just an abiding caution knowing how powerful nature could be. To that
end I showed Chris how to access the navigation programs, the national
weather reporting system and where the emergency bands were on the radio.

	I had an inflatable raft in the stern locker, a radio beacon and
rations. He took in all my comments with a calm thoughtful expression. He
would do well if needed. The forecast showed a tropical depression
developing into a storm in the far southern Caribbean, too far away to
affect us at the moment.

	By dawn tomorrow we would be a good ways across the Gulf. I would
take the watch on deck and let the boys sleep, it promised to be a clear
pleasant day, and the night sky would be beautiful. Chris finally joined
Jerry on the cushions, shedding his clothes in the process. Two lean bodies
napping in the sun.

	I gazed at the boys for a while. Such different creatures but they
both affected me in similar ways. Jerry had been an exciting lover and he
would make someone a nice partner someday. Chris was like a rare flower
about to bloom, I thrilled at the expectation of what was ahead for us. Max
was right, I was very lucky.

	I woke the boys after an hour or so, they needed sunscreen if they
continued to lie there like that. I watched as they covered themselves and
did each other's back. The boy's conversation was light until Chris spotted
another boat. Jerry went into the locker and got out a pair of binoculars.

	"Is it the Coast Guard?" Chris asked.

	"Nope, just a big yacht," Jerry replied.

	Chris stared through the glasses for a while and lost interest. He
swept the horizon and saw a few smudges of other boats out in the
distance. Jerry told him they were fishing boats, each holding a load of
tourists. That seemed to interest them and the boys rigged a few poles off
the stern, trailing lures below the water line. Not much would be
interested at our rate of speed. I would slow us down later and see if
there was anything for dinner down there.

	I went forward to make sure everything was lashed down
tight. Things had a way of coming loose as the boat moved. I returned to
the wheel and saw the boys laughing. Chris grinned and looked up at me. He
had a boner so Lord knows what they had been talking about.

	"Sex maniac," I said, laughing.

	"My fault," Jerry admitted. "I was talking about those two college
guys on the dock, hot momma."

	"Yeah, they were pretty nice, think they were boyfriends?" Chris
asked.

	"Now there's a thought," Jerry said. "I would love to make
sandwiches with them." Chris looked puzzled. "You know, be the meat in the
middle," Jerry explained.

	"Oh!" Chris laughed. "If two is good then three is better, got ya."

	"Not always, some guys always want to be on the bottom, three
bottoms would be a disaster," Jerry said.

	"I'm definitely a top kinda guy," Chris said, giving me a wink. I
laughed in reply. Jerry raised an eyebrow but wouldn't ask. About that time
one of the fishing lines sang out, we had a catch.

	I went forward and cranked on a winch, spilling some of our
leeway. Jerry took the pole and began to reel it in. The pole bent almost
in half, this was a big one. We took turns fighting the fish but it never
broke the surface. After ten minutes it came swimming up from the depths.

	"Sand shark," I said. "They fight real well, don't they? But we
have to cut him loose."

	Jerry got the cutters and snipped the line. No way was I going to
pull a mad shark into the boat, he was on his own. Chris had watched the
whole thing with awe, the shark had been small but that was still a pretty
big fish in his eyes. Jerry explained about the various poisonous ones
found in the waters around here. So he remembered my lecture, which was
good.

	They restrung the line, tying on a new lure and setting the pole
back in place. I went forward and tightened the sails, arriving back just
in time to hear Chris ask Jerry a question.

	"What made you decide you liked being on the bottom during sex?"

	Jerry looked at me, I smiled and nodded. He knew I didn't want
interference, information was different. "I didn't know what I liked the
first time it happened, I was raped."

	Chris gasped and looked over at me, I nodded...it was true.

	"Yeah, I was a dumb kid," Jerry admitted. "I was fourteen and still
pretty innocent, but I was kinda sure about the gay thing by then. It was
stupid, my fault it happened. I got picked up by some guy who took me to
his house." Jerry grinned. "See hitch-hiking can be dangerous, you got
lucky." Chris nodded, still in shock.

	"So he made me blow him, and then proceeded to tie me up and rape
me. I screamed my head off but no one heard a thing. It was bad, it
hurt...he didn't give a shit. He just said little gay boys needed to be
fucked...."

	Jerry looked over at me again, asking permission, I nodded
again. "I didn't go to the cops; they would have caused me bigger problems
at home. But the next year I told someone...someone who did something about
it."

	"Gary...?" Chris said. "Wow...that's cool, what happened?"

	"Let's just say Mr. Davenport won't be raping anyone again...ever,"
I said. "That's all I will tell you. Jerry learned a lesson from it, didn't
you?"

	"Yeah, don't trust anyone over thirty," he laughed.

	"Hey you...I resemble that remark....asshole," I laughed in return.

	"I'm sorry you got hurt," Chris said, bringing us all back down to
reality.

	"Thanks," Jerry said. "I had sex with a few boys after that, got
beat up a few times for being a fag...but I decided I liked being a
bottom. It's hard to explain since you haven't had sex like that yet."

	Chris looked uncomfortable, looked over at me for help. I spread my
hands. "You started this, it's your show," I said.

	"I did it to Gary last night," Chris blurted out.

	Jerry smiled. "Yeah, he's a pretty good fuck."

	I stuck my tongue out. "Rude little boy, I'm a great fuck."

	"So you did it too...so you're not just a bottom?" Chris asked.

	"To be gay you have to be flexible, I just prefer bottom. Did he
make you wear a condom?"

	Chris nodded. "Yeah he did. He said I wouldn't have to next time."

	Jerry nodded. "It's better on both sides if you don't. Gary always
made me wear a condom but you're a virgin, lucky boy. He was right, I was
gay and experienced. We needed to stay safe. OK, now you know what it feels
like to be on top, that's half the answer. On the bottom it feels so good
to have someone fill you up, make you feel such pleasure...it's the best
feeling I know."

	"But...well Gary is so big...how did you get past that?"

	Jerry smiled. "I didn't, bigger is better once you get used to
it. Everything takes time; your body can handle it once it learns
that. Gary is a gentle guy, he never hurt me but he did give me a lot of
pleasure."

	"But...it's none of my business," Chris said.

	"No, go on...ask away. I'm feeling honest at the moment," Jerry
said.

	"But if you had all that why did you go away?" Chris asked.

	"It sure wasn't Gary's fault, he's never been anything but...I
still love him, Chris...I always will. You're very lucky to be in his
heart, he'll take care of you like no one else ever will. But I was bored,
I wanted my family back...it was all so stupid. Gary gave me everything and
I walked away."

	Jerry turned away, looking out over the water and Chris knew he was
crying. It was a sad moment; there was nothing I could do to change
that. Chris got up and put his arms around Jerry's neck, it was such a
wonderful gesture.

	I walked over and sat down beside them. "It's hard to be young and
gay, Chris. Jerry has his own life now, but coming back to me it isn't what
he wants either. He wants to go out there and find someone, to make that
discovery himself. It's all a part of growing up, becoming a man."

	Jerry nodded as I continued. "I'm older so it's hard for Jerry to
feel equal in a relationship with me. He wants to be grown up. He feels
like an adult already, I get that. If anything I encouraged him in that
direction, I wanted him to take charge of his life. He has the skills, he
just needs to find someone willing...and he will."

	"Soon I hope," Jerry said, wiping the tears from his face. He
patted Chris on the arm. "Thanks, you're sweet. No wonder Gary loves you."

	"I love him too," Chris said, admitting that for the first time to
someone else.

	"Well he's easy to love, being gay is the hard part," Jerry
said. "I didn't know you'd discovered those feelings yet?"

	Chris sat down with a thump. "I don't know what I am anymore."

	OK, now I thought we had gone far enough for one chat on this
delicate subject, I didn't want Chris upset. But it seems he wasn't.

	"It would be so much easier to understand what I feel about Gary if
I was gay...maybe I am and just don't know it. Is that possible?"

	"You don't have any other experiences to tell you," Jerry said. "I
went through that too. I've never been with a girl, I don't ever remember
wanting to."

	"I never thought about girls...well, like having sex with one does
have me curious, but it isn't like I think about it all the time," Chris
said, and then he smiled. "Gary kinda got my attention pretty quick."

	"Chris, you don't have to feel pressured to decide anything," I
said.

	" I know that...but what if I am gay? It would explain a lot."

	"You've had other feelings?" Jerry asked.

	"Yeah...I guess so, but I didn't know they were sexual. I have guy
friends, you know, my age...we never did anything like sex but I used to
see things about them I liked. Like Terry has a cute butt, Andy has a big
cock...stuff like that."

	"Doesn't mean you wanna have sex with them," Jerry said. "Did you
ever jerk off and think of one of your guy friends?"

	Chris blushed and nodded. "Yeah, I saw Andy's cock and was like
'Whoa,' I wanted to see him make cum but I never did. I watched you make
cum, Jerry."

	"Yeah, well I don't know what that means. You don't have to worry
about it, Chris. If you are that's great, if not well...I still like you,"
Jerry said. He turned to look at me. "What's for lunch?"

	"Powdered eggs on toast," I said. Both boys groaned.

	That whole conversation rattled around in my head as I made us soup
and sandwiches for lunch. Chris was working on his issues but Jerry had
amazed me, he had really opened up and been supportive. At least now Chris
understood where Jerry and I had been and where we were going in our
relationship. Jerry was no threat to Chris and I. Now that was out in the
open.

	The little bugger had said we'd screwed, well he had anyways, and
he almost seemed proud to talk about it. So boys with bigger cocks
fascinated him, and yet he was afraid of the consequences. I already knew I
was big enough to worry him; his ass would need lots of preparation. Funny,
I now had no doubt that we would try it.

	We ate under the awning at the stern, watching the birds and yachts
around us. At some point we had sailed into the popular fishing zone of the
week. Fish moved and fishermen tracked them down. Still, we were pretty far
from land out here and those guys would be going back pretty soon if they
wanted to make landfall before supper.

	We sailed on beyond the clusters of boats, heading west and
slightly north. I would have to tack back south to keep our heading. Cuba
loomed some two hundred miles away and we would be heading right at them
for a while. The fishing line zinged out again.

	At deep levels there were grouper and bass, even the occasional
albacore tuna if you were lucky. Chris had latched on to a tuna, a rare
find for a guy with a simple pole. But the fish gave him a fight, and again
we took turns wearing the damn thing down. The wire reel is a tough one to
work, but it held until the fish got close. Jerry grabbed the gaff, he was
determined we weren't going to lose this one, and what a baby it was.

	Chris couldn't believe his eyes when this monster fish finally
appeared, it was probably four feet long and weighed more than he did. We
managed to haul it in close and Jerry got the gaff in its gills, but I
could see no way we were gonna haul it up into the boat. The boys held on
as I dropped the sails and then took the gaff from Jerry's hands. The fish
was still very willing to fight us as we worked it right up against the
stern of the boat.

	Jerry removed the cushions and tossed them forward. Then he leaned
over the rail and tried in vain to grab the fish's tail, it would have been
too slippery for a good hold even if he could latch on. The fish battered
its body against the stern while trying to break free.

	Jerry laughed. "Maybe we ought to carve it up right there in the
water."

	"I don't want to hurt it," Chris said, then suddenly realized how
silly that sounded. "How can we kill it?"

	Jerry took the gaff and I reached in the stern locker under the
raft and pulled out a short barbed rod on a wooden pole. Harpoons they used
to call them, I'd bought it on a whim to go with the emergency supplies.

	"Don't get squeamish on me," I said. And I rammed the thing right
into the fish's head. Result, one dead fish. Now we could run a rope around
his tail and winch him aboard, problem solved...well, except someone had to
clean the fish. God, what a mess.

	I think Chris was a bit sorry he had ever caught the thing, but
soon the carcass was tossed overboard to the sharks and we had a healthy
pile of tuna steaks in a bucket. Jerry washed down the deck while Chris and
I carried the slabs below to the galley. Wash and dry, we put half of it in
the freezer, and left our diner soaking in brine. It was sad; we did have
to throw some of it away. But who knew Chris would catch such a mighty
fish?

	After that it was time to wash ourselves before we started to
stink. Jerry hauled out the bucket as I got us back on course. Wet naked
boys are a passion of mine so I enjoyed their antics until it was my
turn. Both brats watched me undress, giggling the whole time and whispering
comments I chose to ignore.

	"He does have a nice ass," Jerry said.

	"Yeah, it rides well," Chris said, cracking them both up.

	"Still looking good, Gary." Jerry said. I stood naked, watching the
boy's eyes travel my body. " God...I wanna look like that when I get
older."

	Chris smiled then put himself into a muscle man pose. Like most
boys his age, Chris' body was starting to take shape. For someone his size,
and with little more than a hundred pounds of mass, he would develop just
fine if I worked on him. Diet and exercise, the mantra for a good life.

	I wasn't obsessed with my body, but six years of Navy training had
begun the processs for me. I knew what would happen if I let myself
go. Jerry had come aboard as a completely muscular package, he didn't even
understand the concept of fitness, being such a natural.

	But Chris managed to be himself, washing my back and other parts
like we did in the shower. I may never bathe alone again; he had the
gentlest touch. Jerry sat back and watched the performance, he and I had
rarely showered together...but then he had been older too. Of course Chris
was aroused and he did his best to arouse me...and succeeded.

	Chris looked at my hard cock and shook his head, then turned to
Jerry. "I don't know how you did it."

	"It's a little over eight inches long. I measured it once," Jerry
said. "I was already open by the time Gary got ready to do it to me, but it
still took my breath away."

	I was just going to stand back and listen. Nothing I could say was
important, my cock spoke for itself.

	"My hole is too small, he would split me open," Chris said.

	"So start smaller and work your way up...one finger, two and so
on. I used bananas and cucumbers before Gary came along, cock is so much
nicer."

	The navigation program beeped at me and I went to check it out. We
were headed a bit too far south, time to tack once again. We swung the boom
over until we were headed west again, moving away from Cuba which would
have appeared as a smudge on the horizon at any moment. I felt better aimed
at Mexico.

	The bath over, we left the sex talk behind for the moment. I knew
it would never be far from the surface, there were too many issues cooking
in Chris' head. But we had dinner ahead, the boys could watch videos before
sacking out and it wouldn't be dark until nine or so. I had a long night
ahead of me.

	I sat back in my chair with a book in hand, one of those adventure
novels. Jerry appeared at my side with the bong and I waved him off. No way
could I get stoned and stay up all night...let the boys have their
fun. Chris appeared at my side a short time later.

	"Gary...um, can Jerry and I jerk off together?"

	I closed the book and looked up with a smile. "Sure, you have to
play around at your age. Just remember, you're in charge of your body and
he has a lot more experience. Go have a ball."

	"Thanks, I won't do anything you won't like." Chris kissed me and I
watched him go back below deck. I guessed that Chris had asked and Jerry
had said I might not like it, thus the request. At least they weren't being
sneaky about it.

	I couldn't have sex with Chris on this leg of the trip; tomorrow
night would be another thing. I suppose it wouldn't matter if they blew
each other, but I wasn't going to suggest anything. Jerry was looking out
for me, I got that this afternoon. Two horny boys and here I was without a
video camera, damn.

	I had never photographed my boys in action, and I wasn't about to
start. I had a vivid memory and a constant supply of boys, who needed porn?
The boys seemed to like porn, but then they were just viewing what was
possible before we did it for real. I wanted to peek but then I was just
perving on the idea of watching two boys together. I went back to the book.

	My satellite phone squawked ten minutes later and I looked at the
caller ID, it was Max.

	"Hey you," I answered.

	"Having a good the on the high seas?"

	"We caught a big old tuna this afternoon, that's dinner tonight," I
said.

	"Sounds good. Hey, I got hold of Tommy Brixton in Lauderdale, he's
gonna check out the momma."

	"Good, sooner the better.

	"That tropical storm is kicking up dust east of you, might head
towards the Yucatan by Friday, which gives you two days to prepare."

	" Thanks Max, I've been following that...we'll be in Cancun
tomorrow afternoon long before it's an issue."

	"How's the crew doing?"

	"Uh...masturbating at the moment I believe...nothing like a healthy
happy crew they say."

	"Oh...you're a smooth one," Max laughed.

	"Yeah, that's me. I'll be stalking cute Mexican boys for Jerry any
day now, wish me luck."

	"If they're under eighteen you won't need any luck. He does need an
older guy but not too old. So ta ta, stay in touch."

	"Yes, Max...thanks for the call."

	"Later." And he hung up.

	A half hour later Jerry came on deck. "Chris wants to cook dinner,
can he handle that?"

	"Lord knows, I never ate his cooking before, I was joking you
know."

	"Well you better get down there, he's serious. I'll keep watch."

	I went down the ladder and found Chris rinsing the tuna. "Should we
batter and bake it? You don't have a grill handy, at least not that I know
about."

	"Bake yes, batter no. A little basil and lemon juice, that's all it
needs. You can batter any white fish but never tuna, OK?" I asked.

	"Hmm...I learn something new about you every day, you're a cook
too."

	I smiled. "I have my bad days too, you'll find out. Now you know
why I let Max cook when I'm home."

	"Ok, you wanna watch me to see if I do it right?"

	"I just want to watch you...period," I said. That got me a kiss.

	Chris was just fun, choosing veggies and rice to go with our
meal. I delighted in his movements but didn't dare say anything about what
he and Jerry might have done an hour ago.

	"Max called, asked about you guys," I said.

	"Just a couple of jerk off freaks. But it was an experience."

	"You don't have to tell me, you can have your privacy," I said.

	"I know, but I wanna tell you." He turned away from the sink and
gave me a hug. "It was not as exciting as what we did last night."

	"I hope so."

	"I fingered Jerry while he did it...three fingers worth, I was
freakin."

	"I hope you washed your hands when you were done," I said.

	Chris gave me that 'do you think I'm stupid look' and I
laughed. "So you got dirty fingers, lucky Jerry."

	"He returned the favor, I asked him to. Two fingers, Gary...I must
be made out of rubber down there. It hurt a little at first...but Jerry
said it might. I got a good cum out of it."

	"Nice," I said. "I am going to be on deck all night long keeping
watch."

	"Want some company?" Chris asked.

	"No sweetie, you guys get some sleep. I'll sleep a bit tomorrow and
you guys can keep us safe."

	"You worry about us, don't you...I mean me and Jerry?"

	"Yes, you're worth worrying about, I always stand an overnight
watch with boys on board."

	"I feel safe with you, Gary...I love you so much."

	"And I love you too...you're worth protecting."

	Dinner was fine, the boys eating everything in sight. Jerry and
Chris cleaned up while I went topside to check out the horizon. The boats
were all gone; we seemed alone on the sea for the moment. The boys finally
joined me and talked about the DVD library for a bit, deciding on Star Wars
and something else. One of these days I was going to get a satellite dish,
probably should have already.

	They finally went below and I rigged our running lights for the
night ahead. Again the radar showed no traffic nearby and I reset the
warning buzzer to make sure it worked. I received a follow up report on the
storm track, it was approaching the Dominican Republic but still not
upgraded to a hurricane.

	If it swung north it would batter Cuba and maybe hit the Florida
Keys, poor Max and Shelby. But they had enough sense to evacuate if
necessary; we were the fortunate ones down here. Of course it could head
west and we would be right in its path.

	Notoriously undecided these storms...and it still had a lot of
water to cross. It might be a level two by the time it hit the Yucatan,
that would be bad for us...very bad, especially for the boat.

	But that was a worry for tomorrow, or the next day. I wasn't going
to turn back at any rate...that would be very foolish. Boats are insured,
people were too, but not these boys. No, I was their protection...and maybe
all else they had at this stage of life.

	Night fell, bam, it was dark. The horizon is water; it was like the
sun drowned or some such nonsense. I settled in my chair and opened the
book. Jerry brought me a coffee, Chris gave me a hug. Bedtime below decks
and they trudged off to sleep. I read six chapters before I knew it, this
guy kept me going. I peed over the side and checked the weather. Storm
still moving west, projected to turn north.

	I plugged an iPod into my ears and listened to my rock
collection. At two in the morning the companionway door opened, Chris had
come to visit. He needed sleep but said he felt alone down there in that
big bed, Jerry had gone to sleep in his own berth. I snuggled with Chris on
the stern cushions and threw a slicker over him to keep off the constant
draft flowing over the deck.

	I stroked his hair. That soft mop felt like blonde straw dipped in
salt from the elements. He was just so sweet, his head in my lap, his hands
holding my thigh. I could not be a happier man. I loved a wonderful boy.

	I sat there like that until almost dawn and felt at peace the whole
time. That moment before the sun peeks over the horizon is a magic time,
the glow of the water, the sounds of wind and sea all coming together in a
new day.

	Chris slept on, unaware of my feelings...my joy. It would happen
any second...and pop, there it was...nature and the wonder of the universe
had turned on the lights. Didn't take much to imagine why ancient sailors
worshiped the sun. It gave them course and distance sightings, crude but
necessary. They would never have ventured this far off shore back then, it
would have been dangerous.

	I looked around, wondering what the day would bring us. There were
blinking lights in the sky to the west, airplanes following the
coastline. Yeah, Mexico was closer now; we would be able to turn south
again early this morning. I couldn't reach the navigation charts without
disturbing the boy. He had been my muse through the night, allowing my
thoughts to wander and fill my mind.

	I would hire a couple of experienced hands and take Chris to the
Med next spring, or maybe just fly over and rent a boat. Maybe take on a
couple of those Greek boys as crew...Lord that had been fun. Shelby had the
time of his life over there, he still talked about it. He had become a man
that year, fifteen and bright as hell.

	I had given him up, given them all up to find this one boy...the
one asleep in my lap. I wanted to clothe and educate him, teach him manners
fit for a king. I would buy his mother off if it came to that. I had to
control his life for him to grow up.

	And knowing that I expected him to succeed would become the bond
that glued us together. For I would not tie him down, freedom had its
benefits for the adolescent mind. He would see life first hand, the rich
and the poor, and from that make his own choices.

	I did not want to program his mind, just expose it to
everything. My parents had done me a favor by showing me the door, for I
had found the world on the other side and embraced it. The radar alarm
buzzed and I stretched forward to see the screen. Blips on the edge of the
screen...probably fishing boats coming out to work. I turned the wheel a
few points south, hoping to avoid contact.

	I leaned back and looked down into those beautiful pools of blue,
Chris was awake.

	"Did I stay here all night?" he asked.

	"Yes, I let you go back to sleep after you came on deck," I said.

	"Oh...yeah, I remember. Its morning...you must be tired."

	"A little...are you awake enough to go make me a coffee?"

	"You like my coffee, huh?"

	"I love your coffee...and the rest of you too."

	He sat up and laid his head on my shoulder. "Good morning, uh...you
know, I need a pet name for you. You call me sweetie all the time and that
gives me goose bumps. Yeah, you need a goose bumps name."

	"Hmm, a private name...you won't say it in front of anyone else
will you?" I asked.

	"Nope, just between you and me...let me think about it. I'll go
make coffee."

	His hair was a mess of tangles. Today I would wash it in fresh
water and allow the salt to come out. Yeah, soon we would feel the heat off
the Yucatan's version of a jungle. It was always summer down here. The
Yucatan and Cancun itself wasn't bad, the Keys seemed to get hotter. But on
a warm summer night a cool room with a real bed might seem mighty welcome.

	I loved my boat, but I knew the boys felt like rats in a cage
sometimes, there wasn't much to do except take care of the
essentials. Sailing was a mind game, the physical side of nature kept me
alert but allowed my mind to wander and seek peace.

	I saw the boats moving off the screen, they were out to fish and
not intercept us. We were all still nude; something that didn't occur to me
unless someone came knocking on our door. By tonight we would be back in
clothes and feeling the salt on our skins. I would have a customs man on
the boat, pay the fees and show our passports. The tourist visitor's card
was a formality, a few dollars for the pleasure of enjoying their
lifestyle.

	Chris came back with two mugs of coffee and I blessed him as we sat
sipping.

	"Mexico is a different culture than ours, Chris. No one will
question me and my two sons unless I kiss you in the town square."

	Chris almost dropped his mug. "I know for sure you won't do that in
public...will you?"

	"Just a word of caution to be careful what you look at. Macho is
the game here, gay is not. Jerry worries me more than you do. He's in fast
cruise mode these days."

	"Yeah...I noticed that. What if he picks the wrong guy or gets
caught?"

	"I can bail him out of jail. I can't fix a broken nose," I
said. "He has to be careful."

	"You want me to keep an eye on him?" Chris asked.

	I smiled. "No, I want you to have extreme fun, its vacation time,
remember? But we'll both do our best to keep him alive for another year,
OK?"

	Chris grinned. "Yeah, I'm on it."

	"Go down to our bedroom and bring me that bottle of shampoo and the
conditioner, I want to wash your hair." Chris didn't have to be asked
twice, he set down his mug and bolted for the ladder.

	I fetched the bucket and moved towards the spigot on the water
tank. Last time I dipped there was only a bit gone, we still had four
hundred gallons on hand. Most afternoons it rained where we were going. If
we were up the coast we could strip down and wash in rain water. It felt
like heaven.

	Chris was back and I sat him on the deck, filled the bucket and
doused his head. The first load of shampoo hardly lathered, I doused him
again and then again. The second time around we got lather and I worked it
into his hair and scalp. Standing over him I massaged and rinsed, then I
applied the conditioner. Chris turned his body around to face me and I
worked in the rich moisturizing lotion, then I felt his lips on my cock.

	Yeah, it was shock...but a nice one. I suppose it was just dangling
there in front of his eyes. I looked down as he worked me into an
erection. I kept massaging his scalp and he took more and more of me down
his throat. It was exciting and so wonderful to know he wanted to please me
like this.

	He was getting good at it too, but half of good sex was the desire
to perform well. A hand went up and held my erection down, the other played
with my balls. Oh yeah, the boy had me going now. I massaged and slowly
moved his head back and forth, fucking his mouth in slow easy strokes.

	We had never done it like this before, it felt incredibly
sensual. I knew he would tire fast, my cock wasn't an easy size for his
mouth to handle for long...but the boy endured. After five minutes I felt
the desire building and felt the need to warn him.

	"Mhm...Chris...I'm getting there, you're fantastic," I said.

	His fingers crept up the crack of my ass and a finger wiggled at my
back door. The boy was serious about getting me off so I spread my legs and
he pushed a finger into me. Oh Lord, that was the way to bring me
off...right now.

	"Uhhh...Chris...its gonna happen," I warned.

	His finger found that spot and he pushed his head down until my
cock was in the back of his throat...it was all he could handle. And I let
go, remembering to pull back so he wouldn't quickly choke, but I let go. My
cum sprayed in his mouth, filled his throat and damn near came out his
nose. His finger made a quick exit from my body.

	Brave boy, he swallowed what he could, the rest just flowed down
his chin and he began to cough. I backed away and held his arms up in the
air so he could expand his lungs and breathe. He gagged and coughed,
spitting some of it back up before clearing his throat. He gasped and gave
one final cough, and then he tried a smile.

	I dropped to my knees and kissed his cheeks, his neck and his
mouth, tasting myself there. He kissed me back and our tongues fought. My
hands were covered with conditioner and I reached down to grasp his cock. I
went to town, stroking his rigid penis for all I was worth, my lips glued
to his...almost literally. He moaned in my mouth, his hands clutched at my
neck. I rubbed the hell out of his cock until with a mighty groan he came
and splattered my chest with his seed.

	He leaned back on the deckhouse and stared up at me. "Fucking wow,
we have hot sex mister."

	I broke up laughing because he was in such awe of it all. It had
been all passion driven; my boy had gone for the gold and found it.  I
stood up and dumped a bucket of water over his head, which brought on a fit
of giggles so I did it again. Finally his hair hung limp, sorta like our
cocks.

	"God...you look human again, and oh so beautiful."

	"You gonna wash me now, Daddy?" Chris asked in a little boy voice.

	"Yeah...sure sweetie."

	So I was his 'Daddy' now, and even as I had that thought I felt
privileged. I washed his body in my usual gentle fashion and I could almost
hear him purr. If I hadn't just cum I would have been aroused at this
moment of sharing with him. I was deeply in love, there was no other
explanation.

	I hugged him and then washed myself. Jerry could have a fresh water
bath later. I was hungry, tired and I had to pee. Chris and I stood side by
side and peed over the stern, crossing our streams like little kids and
smiling. He was just so much damn fun.

	He made me toast and eggs. He doctored the egg powder with pepper,
a dash of salt and some curry powder of all things, it tasted great. I
wanted more coffee but I needed sleep even more so Chris went to wake
Jerry.

	I told him about the fishing boats and my course changes. In three
hours we would start to feel the off shore breeze and we could turn almost
due south, he was to wake me then. I went off to bed with a smile, what a
great night.

	Chris shook my arm and I started awake. "What's up?"

	"We need to change direction and its starting to rain," he said.

	I went topside and saw the storm clouds ahead. The wind was kicking
up and that could mean issues with our straight line sailing. We reefed in
the mainsail and kept our heading with the jib alone. The rains came down
all of a sudden in torrents, obliterating our view ahead.

	I looked in under the hood at the radar screen, lots of
interference. "Jerry, did you see anything close by before this hit?"

	"Nope, some dots to the north, but we were running away from them I
was sure."

	"OK, let's keep our eyes open until this passes, guys."

	Jerry went up to the bow. For some damn reason he loved to ride the
up and down motion there, I figured it was like masturbation for him. I
watched towards the west, Chris took the east. Visibility was down to
nothing by that point, and then just as sudden as it began, the rain
stopped.

	The wind swirled around us in strange gusts and that made me sense
danger. I looked in every direction and sure enough, there was a waterspout
about half a mile away over the starboard bow. Jerry yelled a warning and I
turned the wheel hard to port, cursing that the mainsail wasn't up. I had
Chris hold the wheel on this heading as I rushed forward, meeting Jerry at
the base of the mast. We cranked the mainsail up in record time and I felt
the boat heal over. I looked at Chris and he was holding steady, good lad.

	Our speed quickly took us away from the spout. Those things were
known to dismast a boat twice our size, sucking the sails right off the
mast...or worse. I went back to Chris and told him to back us off; he
turned the wheel a few inches to starboard and then more until the boat
righted itself.

	I congratulated them both for a job well done. I went below and
came back with something clenched in my fist. Jerry started laughing, he
knew what I was about to do.

	"First Mate Christopher Owens...front and center," I barked out.

	Chris smiled at his name and Jerry urged him forward with a
grin. He stood before me and I smiled to ease his worries.

	"For bravery in the face of death, for taking command of the ship
in our time of need...for being so fucking cute I can't stand it...I award
you our medal of honor."

	I held open my hand and Chris looked down. His eyes saw what was
sitting in my palm, but he didn't know what it was. The two round orbs of
brass were hung from a chain, and I clasped it around his neck.

	"You are now a First Class Mate and a full crew member of the Brass
Balls," I explained.

	Jerry and I gave him three cheers as Chris laughed at the pair of
brass balls hanging around his neck. I had them made on Duval Street, the
jeweler was in on the joke, and now so was Chris. He had done well. I
recognized that with this award. He stayed cool under pressure, something I
admired.

	We settled in after our bit of excitement for a pleasant day's
cruise. And after lunch we spotted land to the west. We had arrived in
Mexico. Moving south into the afternoon there was land in front of us as
well, the Yucatan. I checked the GPS and discovered we were dead on
course. Turning two points to port we made for the tip of the peninsula and
rounded it within two hours.

	The sudden increase in boat traffic forced us all to get dressed
and put on shorts at least. Juarez was a busy little port and filled with
nautical traffic. I had Jerry and Chris lower the sails and we became a
motorboat. Spanish was just one of several languages I had almost learned
during my stay in the Navy, but most of the signs here were in English and
Spanish.

	I noted the customs dock and waited for a large luxury yacht to
make way as it backed out of the slip. I looked up at the decks towering
over us and saw several guys at the rail. Jerry waved at them and they
returned the gesture.

	"Going for it already?" I asked.

	"Full speed ahead, Captain....that guy in the red bathing suit is
hot," Jerry replied.

	"Is he gay?" Chris asked.

	"Don't know...don't care, I would rock his world," Jerry
laughed. "But I won't assume anyone is gay unless I get that look. You
know...the one where it looks like they want to eat you?"

	"I've seen that a few times," Chris admitted.

	"Yeah, I bet you have...you look hot, Chris."

	I almost laughed out loud as Chris blushed a deep crimson at
Jerry's compliment. He had to expect a few stares, even down here. He had
that awesome wind blown hair and a body tanned to a rich brown...yeah, he
was hot and all mine.

	We docked and Jerry leapt up to tie us off to a cleat. I looked up
at the smiling face of a customs agent. "Welcome to Puerto Juarez," he
said.

	It took him and two others a scant fifteen minutes to tour the
boat, a bare search operation if I ever saw one. I handed over a copy of
the customs declaration, something done years before on our first trip down
here. It paid to have everything done in advance, they liked it, and we
liked it...done deal.

	There was an in and out procedure on the books for boats like
mine. Checking in you paid a fee and then there was the exit fee. The first
was acceptable; the latter was a point of contention. I paid our tourist
fees in cash, showed the passports and had papers in hand shortly
thereafter. They would not see me again until next time, adios.

	We backed away from the customs pier and allowed another boat to
take our place. I motored along, the boys virtually hanging over the side
to view everything around us. I had been here before and Blue Bay was the
only place I ever wanted to stay.

	The resort of Cancun sat on a spit of land, much like the Outer
Banks up in the Carolinas or Miami Beach. One road in and out was not my
idea of getting around, thus the Juarez choice. The tourist resort was
south of us, we would spend a day or two gawking at the place, but we would
stay in Puerto Juarez for one good reason.

	I was not an aficionado of suntanned tourists on the beach, boobs
hanging out and all that hetero stuff one usually sees. Jerry certainly
wasn't, and Chris...well, he was with me. Juarez had a modest nightlife,
swimming pools, beaches, etc. A day or two here maybe until that storm
cleared out, then a slow cruise along the coast...fishing, snorkeling,
sunbathing and sex, yes, definitely sex.

	Chris had never done much of anything like this. I wanted to see
him swim and see if he could learn scuba, I had enough gear stowed below
for two. Jerry was on the prowl so he would probably rather be in Cancun at
night when the place went wild. Now all I had to do was trust him.

	Gay life in Cancun was tentative, just beginning to peek out from
under the shroud of mystery and danger that used to haunt gay folk wherever
they went. Now there were gay bars, a half dozen as I recall, although
Jerry would not be welcome in any of them. But there were gathering places,
streets and parks where men met and smiled at one another...wink wink.

	I wasn't going to stop his exploration of gay life, I wasn't a
hypocrite. But since he was after someone older I knew he faced some
difficulty. His features didn't quite hide the fact that he was sixteen,
but his body was mature, he might pass for something legal down here. He
was definitely attractive enough to get stares, and that might serve him
well in the right situation.

	The Azure Bay had its own dock, beach and hotel, a complete resort
setting. Three years before I had met the owner and manager, or should I
say, the corporate representative. Tourism attracted some heavy players,
business was booming. Ricardo Delarosa was just such a figure, a man's
man...again with the wink business. We'd met at the bar; he introduced his
wife and then promptly hit on me when she turned her back.

	I told him I was there with my son, it was Neil at the time, and he
smiled at my wink. OK, we understood one another and the friendship
developed over dinner as he gazed admiringly at Neil. The boy was handsome
if you liked raven haired beauties with emerald green eyes...I sure did at
the time.

	Ricardo was an elegant man, a very rich man. I'd emailed him the
moment Chris and I had hit the Keys. Come on down was his reply; there was
always room for friends. I emailed my credit card info to the reservations
desk and asked for two rooms. If Jerry got lucky he would have his own
playground. I felt pretty generous at that gesture, but I was still
worried. I often wondered if mother birds felt anxiety as they pushed their
babies out of the nest. It was time I found out.

	I had the boys dress in something a bit more serious, which meant
all of us putting on shirts and shoes. I landed the boat at a vacant slip
out at the fringe of the docks and an attendant ran out to see who we were.

	"Ahh, Mr. Lewis...you were expected," he declared, and then he
directed me to move to another spot, one damn near in the shadow of the
hotel. It paid to have friends. Somehow I knew Ricardo would end up trying
to have my bill disappear and I would protest at his generous nature. This
was a business after all, even friends knew that.

	The baggage was carried for us, the dock boys not quite as cute as
their counterparts up in Key West, but Jerry still drooled a bit. Chris
took it all in with that boyish awe I was beginning to love, and the lads
got a few heads turning as we entered the hotel proper.

	We were shown two adjoining rooms, both with luxury appointments I
noted. I tipped the bell boys and received beautiful smiles in return as
they pocketed what must be at least a day's wages here. I opened the
adjoining door to Jerry's room and found him stripping off already. "Shower
time," he said, I understood the urgency.

	Chris and I showered together, rubbed our cocks together and made
cum together...as always, a most pleasurable experience. I was tired but
the hot water perked me up as I dressed in tropical evening wear. Yes, that
meant clean shorts and a real shirt this time.

	We went downstairs to the restaurant. I didn't want to venture too
far from the hotel this evening, Chris and I both needed a night in a bed
that didn't move unless we shook it with passion. We had just been seated
when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

	"Gary...so pleasant to see you," Ricardo said. I stood for a hug
and introduced the boys. He gazed around the table with a twinkle in his
eye. "You have such a delightful family," he said. "You are all most
welcome, are you staying with us for a long period?"

	"We are, maybe the week. Going to show these boys the sights, and
just relax," I said.

	"It has been a wonderful season," Ricardo said. "You boys will very
much enjoy the beaches and our pool I am sure. Such wonderful tans
already." He was smiling and Chris smiled back. Ricardo zoomed in on the
boy with his attentions as he sat in the empty chair at our table.

	"Chris has never been here before," I said, "Jerry was with me last
year."

	"I thought I remembered your face, you have grown up so well, a
young man now." Jerry visibly swelled at the compliment. "And such a sweet
face," he said, turning his attentions back to Chris. "Our city is blessed
with your presence." Of course Chris blushed and made himself even more
adorable if that was possible.

	"You must simply ask if you need anything, Gary. I will have a car
and driver for you very quickly if you so desire. I get to see you so
rarely my friend, we must have dinner some evening."

	"I think we'd all like that very much, Ricardo," I replied.

	He slapped his hands down on the table. "I must be going, the mayor
is having a party this evening and my wife is...is such a socialite, she
must attend," he laughed. He gave each boy a special smile. "I will see you
young gentlemen very soon...how could I resist? Miguel will be your waiter
this evening; he works very hard to give good service so enjoy yourself my
friends."

	With that he stood, squeezed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a
wink as he left. Miguel, huh? I knew perfectly well what he was telling me,
and why didn't I figure he had stocked the staff with cute young men...I
should have known this was a setup.


End of Part Two...more to follow.