Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 23:53:53 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Of Man and Boy 6

Sorry about the slowness but I have been at the Olympic Games


Of Man And Boy
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

     It has occurred to me that readers may not be conversant with the
geography of the Virgin Islands.  Nifty does not let us put graphics into
the text but you can use something like Google Earth or Flash Earth to get
a view of all the places Grant and Paul are visiting.

6: Navigation

When in the city Paul has to keep his mind focused on his professional
duties as best he can.  There is no reason he can not come back to the
island on those days.  When the weather is good the ride in is little more
then a suburban to down town if you were on the mainland.  With a smaller
and faster craft it would be a breeze so to speak.

As their town days drew to an end, both man and boy were tired.  Not
physically tired, they get enough rest.  They were emotionally drained,
stressed out.  Julia was not happy to learn Grant would be away for several
days but they could e-mail and talk on the phone if needed.

Sid was about to start her on another treatment course which would put
Julia in a fairly weakened state anyway.  Paul had a long list of people to
contact and things to do, not related to work.  He also had files to review
and journals to read.  Grant would have a pile of school work to get
through as well.  On the way back to the Niño del Muchacho, they needed to
stop at the food market's and shops.  Greater C.A. is a very nice little
city.  It is only about 50 square miles (13 by 4) and about 50 thousand
people.  That's 1000/square mile.  For a city, not very dense.  The three
most important parts of the local economy are tourism, government and
education.  (Most industrial jobs in the VI's are on St. Croix, with one of
the worlds largest oil refineries located there.)

The down side sometimes is selection.  Paul would make a run to San Juan
(± 70 miles) every month or so to stock up on stuff not readily available.
All that explained, our nimrods called their favorite taxi driver to pick
them up at the office.  He was just as jovial and full of jokes as ever,
letting Grant ride in the front seat and telling him all about everything
as they passed it.

Having stowed the groceries on board and taking a light snack, Paul and
Grant changed to more comfortable clothing, their new swim suits and cast
off the lines.  They do make quite a pair in them.  Paul substantial crotch
and small but muscular butt stretching the spandex tight, outlining
everything even the vines on his cock when erect.  Grant's displaying his
small but almost always hard little penis and perfectly covering the round
globes of is his bubble butt.  Blond hair, sunglasses, tanned, muscular
bodies, they take buff to a new state.

Once clear of the harbor entrance Paul advanced to half throttle and let
Grant take the wheel.  Grant kept well in the channel, passing the Cruz Bay
Ferry on its return.  Paul had Grant keep on the Great St. James Island
side of Current rock, as they moved into Pillsbury Sound and turned north.
Grant moved the throttle up of three quarters and they speed toward home.
With Grant occupied, Paul slipped off his, then Grant's suits and took up a
position behind the boy.  Easing himself into the char and placing Grant on
is lap.  Grant's butt cheeks clasping on his erection and the boy himself
giggling as Paul played with his penis and nipples.  Grant was in boy
heaven, commanding the powerful yacht with his man's arms wrapped around
his body, pressing him tight to dad's chest and dad fondling his boy toys.
Grant pressed himself tight against his man, he loved the feel of his
powerful body pressing against his back.  Paul made sure to kiss his neck
and cheeks often.

Just as they approached Middle Passage, Grant spotted a haring seiner off
the Port bow, she was under full power, as the exhaust could be seen from
her stack.  Probably making close to eight knots Paul figured.  She must
have a full hold, given her deep lay in the water.  Grant cut his speed to
one quarter, about five knots and steered gently to port.

"Can I buy some fish dad?"

"Do you like hearing?"

"No silly, I thought I would bring a gift to my dolphin friends.  Can you
buy some for me?"

"I am willing to do that.  How many tons do you want?"

"I was thinking about 25 fish, not tons."

"Oh."

Paul set Grand on the deck and slipped out of the captain's char.  He
picked up his binoculars and studied the haring seiner for a name.  It was
the Scout Chance Two.  Paul pulled on his swimsuit and held Grant's.  The
lad took the garment and let Paul take the helm.

"I guess its not a good idea to meet another boat on the water with my flag
flying, is it?"  Grant smiled, no response is needed.

Grant took the microphone and called to the seiner.  Scout Chance Two,
Niño del Muchacho.  Scout Chance Two, Niño del Muchacho.

"Estoy escuchando", Niño del Muchacho.  (literally translated, I'm
listening)

"Scout Chance Two, el Niño del Muchacho es el yate de su arqueamiento de
estribor, tirón que quisiéramos también venir adelante cara. Encima."
(Scout Chance Two, the Niño del Muchacho is the yacht off your starboard
bow, heave too we would like to come along side.  Over.)

There was a slight hesitation and then a reply.  "Ok, Niño del Muchacho."
The Scout Chance Two crew began deploying a few bumpers along its starbord
side.  Paul flipped his switch and five bumpers deployed on the Niño del
Muchacho's port.

Paul sent Grant below to get $20 from his wallet and an empty plastic
peanut butter jar.  Grant looked a little puzzled but ran off.  Paul put
the money in the jar and closed the lid.  It would be easily to throw it
from the Niño del Muchacho to the Scout Chance Two.  The seiner would
deliver the fish via the gin-pole

"Now get some six mill poly or a blue tarp and lay it on the deck to
receive the fish."  Grant snapped his fingers saying, "why didn't I think
of that", and ran below again.

As the two boats closed Paul reversed the props and spun the helm
presenting the open stern to the seiner.  And Grant pushed over a couple of
more bumpers.  He took their line and through his own.  Grant's skill and
strength astounded the men on the Scout Chance Two.  Grant then asked if he
could buy some fish.  The captain asked how much he wanted, with kind of a
smile on his face.  It is not often, in fact this was a first, that a boy
stops him on the water and wants to buy fish.

"Sir cerca de veinte.  ¿Son veinte dólares bastante?" (About 20, Sir.  Is
$20 enough?)  The captain laughed.

"Eso está a muchos a comer y a moer entonces bastante para la contienda.
Si" (That is to many to eat and more then enough for bate.  Yes.)

"Deseo traer un regalo a mis amigos del delfín."  (I want to bring a gift
to my dolphin friends.)  Paul was smiling and nodding behind Grant, so he
could not see him.  The captain smiled and instructed his crew to get
twenty big ones from the hold.  After the net was opened and the fish
spilled on the deck, Grant flipped the jar with the money to the captain.

"Gracias sir, mis amigos le agradecen también, o si estaban aquí."
(Thank you sir, my friends thank you too, or would if they were here.)
They exchanged a few more pleasantries and both craft got under way.

"The idea of bringing a gift for your marine mammal friends is very nobel,
kind and generous.  I see only one small problem, not a show stopper but
just something you must think about.  If you make a habit or do it to often
they will become trained to expect it.  They will learn to associate the
Niño del Muchacho or what ever craft we come in, with food.  That in
itself is not a bad thing but if they become dependent on you and you are
not around, then what?"

"I understand dad."  Paul bent over and kiss his boy on the head, his boy
giggled.  As the rounded the eastern point and turned into the small bay
Paul could see the dolphin pod beginning to play in the wake.  "Look
Grant."

"Oh boy," he squealed.

"I'll take over you go greet your friends."  Paul began to throttle back
the engines.  Stopping about 10 meters (±30') from dock.  Paul began
throwing out the fish.  Several of the larger mammals were even able to
catch them in the air.  Paul rinsed the tarp off and lay it out to dry
while Grant talked and squealed in response to his friends.

"lets tie up and go for a swim OK."

Paul slowly moved the Niño del Muchacho toward the dock, deploying the
bumpers and easing into his rubber stopper.  Grant was on the stern line in
a flash, he leaped to the dock and made it fast.  Paul moved to the bow and
cast the line to Grant which he also secured.  They looked at each other,
nodded, stripped off their swim suits and dove into the water swimming
toward the floating raft.  A distance of some 40 m (± 125').

The dolphin pod was all around, swimming with them, between them, jumping
over them.  Even the adults were close in.  Grant was dwarfed by all but
one.  A very small juvenile came up and swam right next to him.  Paul
wondered why this one was so much smaller then the others.  As the swam and
played he could not let it go.  Finally Paul asked Grant to move into
shallower water and get the little dolphin to go with him.

Once the water was shallow enough for Paul to stand he got Grant to come
over to him and get on his shoulders.  The little friend came too.  Now he
could see the little guy had fishing line wrapped around his mouth and he
could not open very wide.  "Grant do you see his mouth?  Look closely he
can't open it properly."

"I see but what can we do, can you help him?"

"I think so but I need my assistant to work extra hard.  Are you up for
this?"

"Sure dad what should I do?"

"You swim in the shallows with him and keep moving toward the dock.  I will
go ahead and get an instrument."

"But what if he won't come or say with me?"

"You just have to make him want to.  I don't care what you do, kiss him if
you have to."  Now this may be a female for all Paul knew, sexing dolphins
that are swimming with you is no easy task for the untrained.

Paul swam to shore ran to the dock, on the boat and retrieved a small set
of wire cutters and than ran back and swam out.

"Now try and get him to come between us and you pet him, try tickling him
under his chin, well at the base of his lower jaw."

Grant slowly got his left hand on the animals head petting him and moved
his right into position next to his partly open mouth.  Paul cut about half
of the strings.  The animal opened his mouth farther then he had been able
to do for some time.  Grant talked softly to him keeping both hands on the
animal petting him.  Telling him dad needed to cut more strings, just take
it easy.  Paul got a few more cut and the animal opened even wider breaking
the remainder.  He was ecstatic, if a dolphin can be ecstatic.  He called a
long mournful call and broke free, swimming to his pod.  They were all
inspecting him and calling.  Paul tossed the cutters up on the sand beach
and he and Grant swam to the raft.

By now all the pod members had inspected the little one and were all
jumping and calling, swimming around.  Paul and Grant got in the water and
again they all came around taking turns coming up and touching each human.
The last was the little one he did more then just touch he rubbed his body
against the man and boy over and over again.  "It's his way of thanking us
dad."

This went on for a bit longer but the humans were getting just a little
tired in the water so long.  They retreated to the raft and lay down, their
naked butts sticking up in the air, their heads and hand draped over the
edge touching each of the mammals as they swam buy.  Each time the little
one came in Paul was able to remove more of the line until it was just
about all gone. Not only was it around his snout but around his body, his
front flippers and his dorsal fin.

"Dad?"

"Yes son."

"Ah, I, ah, you know, when you help someone, a patient, do you get a real
good feeling inside?'

"Yes, as a matter of fact it is such a good feeling that it makes up for
those times when there is just nothing you can do or for those days when
it's just mundane aches and pains or shot clinics, why?"

"Well when we helped that little dolphin today I felt real good inside
that's all."

"You should feel good Grant, you did good, you helped another living being
to have a safer, happier and better life.  What is most important and
rewarding, you did it for no gain, under no obligation, with no
expectation.  You gained a friend for life but even if you never see him
again and I'm sure you will, it matters not.  You did it because it was the
right thing to do.  That my boy is the stuff heroes are made of.  A hero is
anyone who does what he knows is the right thing, because he can do it and
it needs to be done.

In Arthur Schlesinger, Jr.'s book, A Thousand Days, he quotes John
Kennedy's reply on being asked how he became a war hero: `It was
involuntary.  They sunk my boat'."  Paul went on to explain who John
F. Kennedy was.  To outline his adventure on and off PT 109.  And to draw a
distinction between public and privet heroes.  "Your act was a privet act,
shared by you, me and that dolphin.  That is often the best kind, the most
satisfying.  No explanations are ever needed, none are ever given.  You
just get that good feeling of satisfaction, a good job, well done."

"Your a hero too dad, you did more then me."

"No, Grant we are a team remember, each contributed to the effort in equal
measure.  Sure I did the cutting but I knew where the cutters were and how
to do it safely.  You helped to calm and steady the patient.  Is one
contribution greater than the other?  I think not."

That instant Grant was in dad's arms, his legs wrapped around his middle,
his arms around his neck, pressing his little body against his chest and
kissing him.  And that's a good feeling too.