Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 10:12:27 -0800 (PST)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Mud Humper - Part 4

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The Mud Humper
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Part Four - A long Hot Summer
Chapter Fifteen - Hard at work

Monday morning arrived and I hauled myself out of bed, did my usual workday
morning things and headed off to work.  It wasn't easy as every once in a
while my mind would wander to thinking about Brox and our adventures over
the last few weeks.  This would get me hard and getting hard at work can be
rather embarrassing, especially when one has to get up from their desk in
such a state.  It reminded me of my days as a horny adolescent back in
junior high.

Fortunately, as the week went on, my control of this difficulty
improved. Or, perhaps, I just remembered some of my techniques from junior
high. It helped that, even though I left the kitchen door unlocked as
promised, Brox failed to sneak in early in the morning to climb into my
bed.  As it was, while Brox called me a couple evenings to say hello, he
didn't stop by in the evenings until Thursday night just after supper.

I had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Brox passed
by the kitchen window.  I went and opened the door to let him in.

"Hi kiddo." I said as I held the screen door for him. "How ya' doin'?"

He just stood there looking at his feet and mumbled, "Sorry I haven't come
by until now."

I lifted his chin to look him in the eye. "That's okay sweetie.  It was
nice when you called and I know you've been busy at the country club."

He came in looking a little ashamed. "I've been having a ball there and
feel bad that you've had to be at work while I'm having fun."

I chuckled. "Oh Brox, please don't worry about it. You're a kid doing what
kids are supposed to do, especially on summer vacation, and I'm an adult
doing what I'm supposed to do."

He looked serious. "But you're working."

Smiling, I explained, "I like my job Brox and have fun at it.  Oh, except
when I get a hardon, thinking about a certain very sexy boy, and someone
calls me and I have to get up from my desk."

This got a smile from him. "That sounds like me at school."

I smiled back. "It's good to see your smile, I've missed it."

"Just my smile?"

"What?"

He stepped close to me and put his arms around my waist. "Didn't you miss
this?" Then he made an exaggerated pucker and looked up at me making a
kissing sound.

I laughed out loud and then leaned over and accepted a very wet kiss.  When
the boy's tongue snaked it's way past my lips I felt a rush of arousal.  I
wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up.  He moved his arms to around
my neck and his legs around my waist, never breaking our increasingly
passionate kiss.  With one hand I managed to lock the kitchen door, turned
and headed for the stairs and my bedroom.

Once in my room I set him down and we proceeded to frantically strip each
other.  Then I rolled onto the bed on my back and Brox climbed on top of
me, resuming the very wet kissing.  His boner rubbed on my belly and mine
slipped between his thighs which he closed on it and squeezed.

Finally he broke the kiss and gasped, "Oh God!  I'm so horny.  I've missed
this so bad."

I smoothed his hair out of his eyes with my right hand while the left hand
held one of his wonderful boy buns.  "Me too." I breathed.

He gave me a quick kiss again and humped against me making my cock slide
between his thighs. "I so need us to cum together."

He opened his legs a little and started to slid down so our cocks could rub
side by side.  But, my hardon caught in the crack of his ass and, with
plenty of pre-cum already covering it, it slid between his cheeks and lodge
against his tight little rosebud.

He grunted. "Oh man. I love it poking me back there."

"Lift up a little and move back so our boners can rub together." I
suggested.

"Nooooo," he moaned. "I like it there.  Can't you put it in me like your
finger?"

I shook my head. "Oh sweetie.  I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't you want to fuck me?" He asked with a very small voice, like he was
afraid I might say no or even get mad.

"Oh Brox," I sighed. "I didn't know you knew about that."

"I kind of thought about how good your finger feels when you put it inside
me and when your boner has poked me there.  Then I heard a boy at the
country club call another boy a butt fucker and, well, I guess I just
figured it out."

"Well, you did figure it out right but ..."

"But what," he interrupted. "Don't you want to?  I know I want you to."

"Oh sweetie," I stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. "I want to very
much.  I have from the start.  I've even dreamt about it."

He looked up at me.  "Really?  You dream about fucking me?  Then why wont
you?"

I kissed his cheek again. "I just don't want to hurt you."

"Why would it hurt?" A look of confusion on his face.

"Well, you are still a young boy and so, you're small back there. When you
get bigger then it might not hurt you to be fucked.  Or ..."

"Or what?" He interrupted again.

I bit my tongue.  I shouldn't have let out that there might be another way.

"Or what?" He persisted.

"Well, we, or you, could try to stretch or loosen up your sphincter
muscle."

He wrinkled his nose. "What's a finkter muscle?"

I giggled. "It's spelled s-p-h-i-n-c-t-e-r- and pronounced s-fink-ter and
it's the muscle that closes your butt hole to keep stuff in and ... ah,
well, me out." I couldn't help but chuckle again.

Again, he wrinkled up his face in thought. "So, how do we do it?"

Trying to make it sound more complicated than it is, I explained, "we could
buy you a few butt plugs of increasing size.  You put the smallest one in
your hole and wear it for a few days.  Then you take it out and put in a
slightly bigger one and wear it for a few days and so on until my boner can
fit."

Now he really scrunched up his face. "OH GROSS!  You mean I have to wear it
all day?  Even when playing?  No way!"

I laughed. "I couldn't agree more.  I've read in books where boys have used
carrots, bananas, broom handles and such to do the same thing."

"That's just sick." He shook his head.

"However," I offered. "We could use my fingers.  First one, then two at
once and then three ... but when we have more time.  You have to be home
soon, right?"

He looked quickly at my alarm clock. "Oh shit!  I have to be home in a half
hour and I wanted so bad to make us both cum."

"Get up and let me sit up."

He rolled off me and watched as I put a pillow against the head board and
sat back against it.  Then I motioned him over and he straddled me so our
cocks would rub together, we could kiss and I could finger his hole.

I'd gotten soft while we talked but got hard again very quickly.
Naturally, the little minx stayed rock hard the whole time.  We locked eyes
and I ran my hands all over him and he ran his fingers through the hair on
my chest and belly.  Then he leaned in and kissed me as I ran my hands over
his beautiful round boy buns.  When I began to finger between his cheeks he
began to hump against me.  I got some saliva on my middle finger and
slipped it into him.

I finger fucked him for a few moments when he whispered in my ear. "Try
putting two fingers in me."

"Reaching around you like this isn't the easiest position Brox." I
explained as I tried. "It's awkward enough with one finger."

"I really want to try. Please?"

I removed my finger from his butt. "Okay, lift up so I can reach under
you."

"Like this?" He raised up but it was still awkward.

"No, this is silly.  Get up, turn around on your hands and knees and back
your butt up to me."

He giggled but moved around. "How's this?" Then he wiggled his butt at me
and giggled again.

I answered his question by slipping my middle finger back in his butt.

"Oh!" He grunted. "Wow, that feels deeper."

I looked around at the night table and spotted the bottle of lotion still
there.  After fingering him for a minute or so I took my finger out and
grabbed the lotion.

Brox looked back over his shoulder. "Awww, why'd you stop?"

I gently swatted his little butt. "Hey!" He bellowed, giving me a dirty
look. "Do that again and I might fart." But, thankfully, he giggled some
more instead.

I laughed back at him. "I'm getting some lotion so I can try two fingers."

"Oh, okay." He continued to wiggled his ass at me.

I got a bunch of lotion on my middle and index fingers and then I gently
tried to slip them both in.

"Ouch!" the lad gasped.

"Sorry sweetie.  Let me try another way."

I first inserted my middle finger spreading lotion on and in his butt.
After a minute or so I tried adding my index finger.

"Oh ... oh ... no, no, don't pull out.  Just a sec ..."

I waited.  A minute or so later I felt him push back a little. "Brox?  Are
you okay?"

He stopped pushing. "Sorta.  I mean, it got a little better but when I
pushed back it hurt a little again."

I pulled my fingers out. "I'm real sorry I hurt you sweetie."

He turned around and sat beside me looking kind of disappointed. "it's not
your fault. I guess I'm just in too much of a hurry."

I was impressed with his mature reaction and patted his leg. "It's a start
Brox but we don't want to rush it." I grabbed a hand towel from the drawer
in the night stand, where I now kept them and the lotion handy, and wiped
off my fingers.

He rested his head on my shoulder. "It really didn't hurt much.  More like
it surprised me."

I reached over and brushed his hair off his forehead. "The disappointment's
kinda spoiled the mood, hasn't it?"

"Yeah," he agreed and then looked at the clock. "Darn it!  I gotta go."

We got up.  I put on a robe while Brox got dressed again.  Then we headed
downstairs.

At the kitchen door he turned and looked up at me.  Thanks for trying.  I
can't wait until you can ... well, you know."  Then he reached up and
pulled me down to give me one of his delightful wet kisses.  Followed by a
whisper in my ear. "I love you."

For the first time I felt as though our time together hadn't ended with the
usual happiness. So, I whispered back in his ear, "By the way sweetie, the
kitchen door has been unlocked the last few mornings but I've had no early
morning lover boys come visit yet."

That got me a giggle and a wink with a grin.

I hugged him. "Good night my boy.  I love you too." I gave his butt a
gentle swat as he went out the door.

The last thing I heard was a tongue-fart followed by another giggle.  The
evening ended on a happier mood than I had first though.

________________________ Chapter Sixteen - An early visiter

The evening passed slowly as I thought a lot about Brox and his desires.  I
was still amazed at how close we had gotten in such a short time.  How much
the boy had grown sexually.  Grown to the point where he wanted me to have
intercourse with him.  I worried that I had let things progress too far and
certainly too fast.  But, on the other hand, he was really the one setting
the pace, although I could have, and perhaps should have, slowed things.

I went to bed early, mainly because I couldn't concentrate on reading or
the TV.  I got up once in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and
went right back to sleep.  The next thing I knew something was bringing me
back to wakefulness and I slowly opened my eyes.  The light was dim in the
early pre-dawn and as I focused I found myself looking into the sweet smile
of my boy.

"Morning my lover man." Brox said softly.  Then he leaned in and kissed my
cheek.

I struggled to full consciousness. "Ugh, hi sweetie.  What a nice sight to
wake up to, a handsome boy in my bed.  What time is it?"

He looked over my shoulder at my alarm clock. "About 6:15."

My alarm was set for 7:00. Then I thought, "Do your parents know you're
out?"

"Nah," he giggled. "My Mom took my Dad to the airport.  They left about
5:30."

"How long have you been here?"

"Oh, maybe 15 minutes. I've been watching you sleep and trying to decide if
I should do something sexy to you to wake you up."

He had somehow gotten under the covers without waking me and now tried to
snuggle up to me, front to front. "Oh my!" I chuckled.  "There's horny
naked boy in my bed trying to have his way with me."

He giggled again. "I want to make up for last night." He said as we hugged
close.

"You feel good but I have to pee and brush my teeth or kissing wont taste
to good." I rolled away and headed for the bathroom.

"Please hurry." The lad called out to me.

I was back in bed in a couple minutes, sliding in beside my sweetie and we
hugged again.  Then I gave him a minty-fresh kiss. "I have to get up at 7
and get ready for work." I explained.

"Good.  We have time for some making out and a good cum for each of us." He
declared as he rolled me onto my back and slid up on top of me.  Then he
kissed me again with more passion.

We kissed for a while and then, with both of us panting with arousal, he
slid down so our boners were together and he started to hump slowly. My
hands roamed over his back and buns, squeezing them and feeling in his
crack.

"Finger my butt hole please." He panted.

I wet my middle finger and then slipped into him to the first knuckle and
then, with an awkward stretch, to the second knuckle.  I finger fucked him
until I could tell he was close and breathing hard.

"Oh God John!" He groaned, lifting his head and looking at me. "That is so
good.  I can't wait until we can get your boner inside me." Hearing him say
that gave me a rush of excitement.

As I was getting close too, his humping was beginning to get erratic and
then he started to make that cute kind of squeaking moans that he makes as
he's about to cum.  A moment later he trembled and went rigid as I felt his
cock begin twitching next to mine.

His orgasm pushed me over the edge and I grunted. "I'm cuming too sweetie."
I hugged him tight as I began a series of hard throbs and came an unusually
large amount, I suppose, making up for last night's not getting off.

"Oh man! That is so sexy." The lad exclaimed.  "We're covered with your cum
and it feels so awesome on my cock."

He rolled off me and began to smear my cum all over my stomach and down on
my now soft cock and balls.  I chuckled, reached over and did the same to
him.  Only, he was still rock hard. I stroked his boner slowly and listened
as his breathing got heavier.  I rose up on my elbow and watched his face.

When I rose up he opened his eyes. "What?" He moaned between breaths.

"I'm watching my beautiful boy lover's face as he gets close to another dry
cum."

"Mmmmmm," he sighed and closed his eyes again.  I watched as he stuck his
tongue part way out between his lips as he concentrated on the good
feelings I was giving him.  I watched his chest rise and fall, as his
pleasure increased, and then his stomach, as he sucked it in and held it as
he got close to cuming again.

"I'm close," he moaned.

I watched his face again and he started his usual squeaking.  Then his
mouth opened a little as he sucked in air and his boner started to twitch
and throb in my hand.  It was very powerful to see the pleasure on his
sweet innocent looking boyish face and to know that I was giving him that
pleasure and that he loved me for it.

I let go of his cock then because I knew it would be sensitive and I
silently watched him as he came down off his sexual high.

Finally he opened his eyes again. "Man, I love that so much." He whispered.

I leaned in and kissed him gently and then softly said, "Time for a quick
shower.  Then I have to get ready for work."

"Okay," he sighed.

We got up and got in the shower.  I washed him and then he washed me.  As
we were drying off he exclaimed, "You'll never guess what I found it an old
box of stuff in the attic."

"What's that?" I didn't try to guess.

"Well, it must be stuff that the owners left up there." He was chattering
excitedly. "It's a rubber hot dog.  Must have been for playing a prank on
somebody or something."

"Oh." We walked back into my bedroom and started to get dressed.  Me in my
work clothes.  Brox in his shorts and T-shirt.

I guess I didn't react as he expected as he looked frustratedly at
me. "Don't you get it?  A hot dog?"

Now I was really confused. "No, sorry, I'm lost."

He shook his head. "John, maybe we can use it to, you know, loosen me up
back there."

"Oh." Now I got it. "I thought you said that sort of thing was sick?"

"Well, a broom handle maybe, but a rubber hot dog is much closer to being a
dick."

I chuckled. "I suppose. We could give it a try but I'd have to see it
first."

With that he pulled a red rubber hot dog out of his pocket.  Actually, it
was almost the same thickness as my index and middle finger together and
almost two thirds the thickness of my cock when it's hard.

He handed it to me and I tested its flexibility. It seemed firm enough that
it could be pushed in, well lubed up of course.

I pronounced my approval but with a warning. "Might work at that Brox. But
if you try it alone don't let it go in all the way.  I can hear you now;
Mom, I gotta go to the doctor's. I got a red rubber hot dog stuck up my
ass."

He glared at me at first and then grinned, poking me in the ribs. "You're
terrible John.  Maybe I'll wait until you can help me with it."

"Good idea." I agreed. "Oh, by the way, I'll be home early because it's
Friday and we only work a half day in the summer."

"Oh cool! Do you need help on the boat?"

I nodded, "As a matter of fact, would you like to go out over night?"

"WOW! Would I ever!" He almost shouted. "Can we go tomorrow and stay out
two nights?" He was breathless with excitement.

I laughed and put a hand on each of his shoulders to keep him from jumping
up and down. "We'll see. Talk to your Mom when she gets home from the
airport."  Then I suddenly thought, "Be sure to tell her that I called you
before I went to work so she doesn't wonder how this came up this morning."

He looked thoughtful. "Good point." He agreed, then grinned at me. "Or, I
can tell her that you asked me after I snuck naked into your bed where we
had wild sex and you came all over me."  Then he giggled madly.

I grabbed the kid and started to tickle him mercilessly, "You are SO bad
Brox!"

He giggled and guffawed, finally begging, "Stop, please stop or I'll wet my
pants!"

I stopped and when he looked up trying to catch his breath, I leaned down
and planted a big wet kiss on him. "I gotta eat something and go to work.
You check with your Mom and if it's okay, pack up stuff you'd like to
bring.  Don't forget a sweater and a windbreaker."

Still slightly out of breath he nodded. "When will you be home from work?"

"About 1:00 pm." We headed down the stairs. "Now, you better get home
before your Mom gets there."

As we got to the kitchen and he headed for the door, he asked, "Should I
bring the fake hot dog?"

I chuckled, "You sure want me to make love to you don't you."

He wrinkled his brow, "Make love?"

"Yeah, doesn't that sound nicer than me fucking you?"

He smiled. "It does and yes, I sure do want you to make love to me.  But I
also think hearing you say you want to fuck me is very sexy sounding too."

I kissed his forehead and opened the door to move him along. "Then do bring
the fake hot dog."

He giggled and headed out. "See ya' later then."

______________________________________ Chapter Seventeen - Heading out for
a Weekend Sail

At work I had an idea.  Just a few blocks out of my way going home, I
remembered there was an adult bookstore.  I'd never been in it but was sure
that they had some sex toys.  So, I parked a block past and walked back
watching to see if anyone I knew was about.  I know, it was silly.

Anyhow, I went in and indeed there were sex toys in the back and I found
that they had a good selection of just what I had in mind.  I sorted
through and found just the right sized penis shaped dildo that vibrated.
It was pink and covered with a soft skin like plastic but more important,
it was thicker than Brox's rubber hot dog and almost as thick as my penis
when I was hard.

Then, as I held the thing, looked at it and felt it, I was suddenly ashamed
and disgusted by it.  I was ashamed of myself for thinking of using this on
the boy. I was sure that he really did want me to fuck him ... to make love
to him, but the dildo disgusted me.  However, using my finger didn't.  It
was somehow more personal, not artificial. So, I just bought two large
tubes of KY lube.

"Planning a little party?" The sales person grinned at me.

I glared at him. "Or not." He responded. Then he carefully put my purchase
in a plain brown paper bag and I left.

That exchange actually shocked me and I faltered.  I had to remind my self
that Brox was the one who had gone to great lengths to approach me, wanted
me to have sex with him, wanted me to make love to him.  He was very happy
with it and, to be honest, so was I.

As I drove in the driveway just after 1 o'clock, I spotted a duffle bag and
a large cooler by the stairs and Brox sitting up on the porch.  He looked
over the railing and waved.  I pulled into the garage and, as I got out, he
came running in all excited and whooping, "I can go!  I can go the whole
weekend!"

I barely had a chance to brace myself as he launched himself into my arms
and gave me a big hug. I chuckled, "I take it you're excited?"

He laughed. "Oh yeah! This is going to be so much fun!  Hurry up and get
your stuff so we can go." He grabbed my hand and started pulling me up the
stairs to the kitchen.

As we climbed the stairs I asked, "What's in the cooler?"

"Oh, my Mom packed a ton of food for us." He answered.

"That's very nice of your Mom." From the kitchen I continued around to the
stairs to head for my bedroom.

"I packed my own duffle before leaving for work because I just knew a
certain lover boy would be able to persuade his Mom to let him go sailing."
I teased.

He chuckled in reply.

Once in my room I started to strip and Brox stood with his hands on his
hips. "What are you doing John?  We don't have time to fool around.  We
have to get going."

I cracked up. "Sweetie, it doesn't mean I'm going to fool around every time
I take my clothes off.  I'm just changing out of my work clothes."

"Oh." He blushed. "Well, hurry up, please?"

Naked, I stepped over to him, lifted his chin up and gave him a good sloppy
kiss. Then I started to put on the shorts and shirt I had laid out before
leaving for work.

"Now look what you've done!" He growled at me.

I turned to look and he was pointing and a rather obvious tent in his
shorts.

I giggled. "C'mon Brox, we haven't got time for that."

He glared at me and then jabbed me in the ribs.  "OH YOU!"

I smiled. "That's one of the things I like about you Brox. You don't mind
being teased a little.  You take it well."

Then he smiled too. "That's because I love you and know you love me.
Besides, I also know I'll get even."

"Truce?" I offered.

"Maybe later." He giggled.  "C'mon, let's go. Please?"

I grabbed my duffle and we went back downstairs.  Then, as I passed the
fridge I asked, "Should we check to see what food your Mom packed?"

"Nah," he shook his head. "I'm sure she's got it covered but what about
drinks?

"The boat is well stocked and the refrigeration is running." I headed for
the stairs down to the garage. "But I have to get something out of the car.
So, let's go out through the garage."

The lad followed me down. "What's that?" He asked as I grabbed the plain
brown paper bag from the car.

I unzipped my duffle and stuffed the bag inside, waggling a finger at
him. "It's a surprise so don't peak."

Aaaaraaaaghhh ..." The boy groaned in frustration and I giggled.

"Do you need to say good-bye to your Mom?" I asked.

"Nah," He made a face. "I already did."

"Well, I should at least call and thank her for the food."

"It's okay John. She said it was in return for taking me sailing."

"Okay, but I will have to thank her anyway when we get back.  It was very
thoughtful of her."

He chuckled. "I think it's her way of being sure I got the balanced diet
she's always talking about."

I smiled. "That's what moms do kiddo."

We then loaded up the cart and headed for the boat.  About 30 minutes
later, with everything stowed neatly away, including the ice box stuffed
with all kinds of food, we motored out of the harbor.

I had pointed out, on Brox's own chart, the island we were heading for and
explained that his job was navigator and that it was his responsibility to
plot our courses to get us there safely.  He seemed to relish the task.

It was about a two hour sail with a nice fair breeze.  Once we cleared the
harbor, the lad came up on deck to give me the first course and help me
raise the sails.  I knew the way by heart, having done it many times, so
when he gave me the compass course I knew he had done a good job.

"Good job kiddo." I praised him.  "I can see the buoy right where it should
be."  It was a large green bell buoy a mile or so ahead.

"Thanks Cap'n John." He smiled. "I have all the 3 courses right here for
ya'." He produced a slip of paper with a piece of tape on it and stuck it
right next to the compass.

"Well organized, you are me bucko." I said as I tousled his hair.

He chuckled. "That way, I thought, then maybe I could steer while you stand
behind me. You know, like I like you to."

I let him get his cushion to stand on and get in place in front of me.
Then I draped my arms over his shoulders while he took over the steering.
It wasn't more than a minute before we were both sporting boners and Brox
was wiggling his butt to get mine where we both liked it.  I leaned down
and kissed the top of his head.  He smelled wonderful.

As we approached the bell buoy and our next course there was a large
charter fishing boat anchored just inside the buoy.  It was at least 70
feet long and the decks were lined with day fisherman from the city.  They
all had lines out and many, I suspected, were fishing for the table at
home, not the sport.

We were going to pass close enough for them to see us in our embrace and
Brox asked, "Maybe you should sit back so they don't think anything sexy is
going on."

Seriously, I said, "If I were them I'd just think that a man and his boy
were out on a sail and the man was just teaching the boy how to steer."

"But ..." We were getting closer and I could tell he was nervous.

"Just wave as we go by." I suggested. And, as we glided by we both raised
our hands in waves.  Some of the people fishing wave back but most barely
even looked. They kept watching their bobbers hoping not to miss a bite.
Two or three were, in fact, reeling in some good sized fish.

As we rounded the bell buoy and took up our new course, Brox looked back at
me. "You were right.  No one reacted."  Then he giggled, "It was fun being
sexy while people could see us but not know what we were doing."

I reached around the boy and gently gave his boner one quick rub through
his shorts. "Oh, don't stop." He moaned.

I patted his shoulder. "Plenty of time for that later sweet boy.  Now I
need you to practice taking bearings and make sure we keep to the right
course. This one is far enough that I can't spot the next buoy yet so I
need you to check."

"Oh, okay." He groaned as I took over the steering.  However, he
enthusiastically went about his navigational tasks, taking his bearings and
marking them on his chart.  And, he was proving to be very good at it.
This leg of the sail would be about an hour, if the wind held.  Then we'd
have a short leg into the small harbor on the island.

Every few minutes Brox would pop up on deck, take a bearing or two and then
disappear below again.  After the third time he suggested a small course
change which I made and trimmed the sails accordingly.  About 15 minutes
later I spied the next buoy, a large red gong which we would have to leave
to starboard.

I called down to Brox. "I see the buoy Brox.  Your navigation is right on
the mark, if you'll pardon the pun."

He popped up again and looked forward off the starboard bow. "Yup," he said
confidently. ( Right where it should be."

"Good job navigator!" I congratulated him.

He looked back at me with a sly grin. "So, can I steer again?"

I grinned back at him. "Sure kiddo."

A few moments later he was at the helm with me, or rather my quickly
hardening dick, in his favorite position.  As usual, he wiggled his butt
until things were lined up to his liking.

With a glance over his shoulder, he asked, "How long do you figure to the
buoy?"

I looked out at the buoy and then checked the knotometer for the boat
speed. "I'd guess maybe 15 minutes.  Then it's just a short run in and
we'll anchor."

He looked back at me again. "We don't tie up to a dock like at home?"

"Nope." Then it dawned on me. Brox had no experience with handling the
anchor or handling the boat while I handled the anchor.  On our previous
weekend cruise we had tied up to rental moorings. "Okay kiddo, I'm glad
this came up now."

"How do we anchor?" He asked.

"Okay, once we round the next buoy we'll take the sails down and start the
motor. Then you will steer slowly toward the harbor while I'll go forward
and set up the anchor.  Then I will come back and steer and all you have to
do is go forward and let the anchor go when I say to?  But not before."

"Is it hard to steer with the motor?" Brox asked.

"No, it's easier." I answered and showed him the gear shift and throttle on
each side of the steering pedestal and explained how they worked. "We'll
keep the boat going very slow, just fast enough to maintain steerage. so
you can keep her on course."

"Oh, that sounds easy enough but how will you show me about the anchor?"

"Good point. When I'm all organized up forward, I'll tell you to put the
gear shift in neutral." Reaching past him, I demonstrated it on the
shifter. "Then I'll call you to come up to the bow so I can show you how to
drop the anchor."

That made him turn again to look up at me with concern. "But wont the boat
go off course?  Is is safe?"

I patted his shoulder. "That's a good question Brox.  The boat will be
going very slowly and wont drift too far off course.  The wind is light now
so it wont affect us much."

For the next few minutes we just enjoyed our physical closeness as I
continued to snuggle behind the lad while he steered and, thankfully only
occasionally, wiggled his cute little butt against me.

Just after we rounded the buoy to starboard, I had Brox bring the boat into
the wind.  Then I started the motor and put the gear in forward with just a
small amount of gas.

After I doused the jib, lowered the mainsail and secured both, I called
back to him, "Okay kiddo, you can bring her on course to the harbor
entrance."

Brox brought the boat around and she moved nice and slowly toward the
harbor.

"Is the speed okay John?" He called out as I was working on the anchor. It
was a very easy task as it was kept on deck with the anchor rode attached
and running down into the forepeak through a hawsehole ("Hawsehole is a
nautical term for a small hole in the hull of a ship through which hawsers
may be passed." - Wikipedia).

I called back. "Yes, that's fine. Now you can put her in neutral and come
up to the bow."

I watched as he carefully shifted into neutral and then scampered up to
where I was pulling some anchor line up through the hawse hole.

"Try lifting the anchor Brox." I asked as I showed him how to pick it up.

He moved up and lifted it just fine. "Wow!  I expected it to be much
heavier."

I grinned. "Nope, it's just 25 pounds but it's the shape that makes it
work.  I'll explain it after we're anchored."

He carefully put it back down again. "So, what do I do?"

"Well, after you pick it up, you think you can toss it clear so it doesn't
hit the boat?  You don't have to toss it far, just a couple feet.  You also
have to be very careful not to get a foot caught in the anchor line and go
in with it."

"That's all?" He looked relieved. "Piece of cake.  I'll try to wait for a
swim until later."

I laughed and tousled his hair.  "Okay kiddo. Now be sure to keep your feet
clear of the anchor line and wait until I tell you."

"Okay." He said as I headed back to the stern.

_____________________________ Chapter Eighteen - Brox Makes a Friend

A few minutes later we glided into the harbor and I carefully selected a
spot over near the Coast Guard station and a sandy beach, and brought her
into the wind.  Then I called out to Brox. "Get ready.  Lift the anchor but
wait until I say to toss it."

He picked up the anchor just as I put the motor in reverse and when she
stopped her forward motion I yelled. "Okay Brox, carefully toss it and
watch that you don't step on the anchor line."

He did it perfectly and as the boat started to back up, I put her in
neutral again and went forward to the bow.  I picked up the anchor rode and
let scope pay out until I thought there was enough and then held tight as
the anchor bit into the bottom.  Then I cleated it off.  The whole time I
was explaining to Brox how the shape of the anchor made it work and he
watched intently.

Starting aft, I made a faint to push Brox overboard but held him from
falling. "Hey!" He exclaimed indignantly.

I giggled loudly and challenged him, "Last one into a bathing suit is a
rotten egg!" Then I dashed aft, switched off the motor and went below.

Brox was right behind me. "No fair! I 'bout had a heart attack."

I knew right where my swim suit was, stripped and grabbed it.  Brox made a
grab for it too but I beat him.

Then he surprised me.  Before I could step into my suit he dropped his
shorts and low and behold, there he stood in a very sexy and skimpy I might
add, speedo.  "I win!"  He declared.

"Curses!" I growled. "Foiled again.  Where in the deuce did you get that
very sexy speedo?"

Still grinning at his victory, he explained. "I got it at the country club.
All the boys there wear them in the pool.  And, I just had a feeling that
you'd appreciate them."

************************ Quick author's note: Remember, this is taking
place in the 80's, well before boys started wearing those horrible
boy-charms hiding board shorts that they wear now.
************************

The speedo was a beautiful bright yellow with medium blue trim.  There was
almost no fabric at each hip, just the waist band. This caused coverage in
other significant areas to be minimal.  His boy package and nice round buns
were amply on display behind the stretchy fabric.

I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. "Good Lord Brox. Can I come
with you to the country club pool next time you go?"

"What?" He grinned. "And let you perv all the other boys.  I don't think
so.  I'm the only boy you get to perv."

I grinned and chuckled as I slipped on my suit. "Well, you can't blame a
dirty old man for dreaming can you?"

"I suppose not." He chuckled back. "So, why are we wearing swim suits
anyway? No one else is here."

I grabbed the swim ladder and headed topsides. "This is a popular harbor on
the weekends and we're early.  It'll fill up soon.  Let's get in a swim
before that."

As I put down the swim ladder, a yellow and tanned flesh colored streak
flew past me, over the life lines and, with a loud whoop, dove into the
water.  I laughed and cannonballed the boy as he surfaced.  Then he dove
under, goosed me in the behind and came up laughing.

I started after him but he swam toward the beach and yelled over his
shoulder, "You have to admit, I owed you that!"

I laughed again. "Okay, so were even?"

"For now," he giggled.

As we reached the beach he looked surprised. "Wow, this is a steep beach.
Just a few feet out the water was over my head."

I got to where I could stand and pointed to the white building with the red
roof and the piers coming out into the water. "See that?  That's the Coast
Guard Station.  They keep the harbor well dredged out for their boats.
That's why the beach is so steep.  You'll see some boats nose right up to
the sand."

"Cool." He was impressed. "So, where are the Coast Guard boats?"

"They're probably out on patrol." I started to walk up to the top of the
beach and called after Brox. "C'mere and look."

The beach rose up maybe fifteen feet and then started down with a more
gradual slope to the ocean.  There were good sized breakers, brought in by
the ocean swell, hitting the beach.

"Oh wow!" Brox exclaimed. "Let's go swim in the waves."

I put my hand out to stop him and pointed to the red and white sign. "See
that?  There is almost always a strong tidal current causing a severe
undertow here so swimming isn't allowed.  You would likely get pulled out
to sea."

He almost begged, "Can't we at least just go in a little ways?"

"No sweetie," I answered. "I'd never forgive myself if something happened
to you. But, we can go closer and watch if you like."

He walked slowly in front of me watching the waves. I was distracted by the
very delightful sight of his buns flexing and stretching the tiny amount of
fabric barely covering them.  He stopped at the water's edge and I stopped
about ten feet back.  The beach on this side wasn't sandy but made up of
mostly golf ball to baseball sized round rocks. Brox picked one up and I
watched as he threw it into a wave. His bum jiggled a little in his tight
suit. I began to get hard.

After his third or fourth throw I was fully hard.  Just then he turned
around to say something, stopped and then cracked up laughing. "Why you're
a dirty old man.  You been perving my butt."

I looked around and was glad to see that no one else was in ear shot. Then
I pointed at his speedo. "You shouldn't complain.  It's all your fault for
wearing such a tight, skimpy speedo and looking so hot in it."

He ambled up the beach toward me trying to walk in a way that he thought
was sexy. As he did I saw that he was getting boned up as well. When he got
to me he asked in a soft voice. "Can we sleep in the forward v-berth
tonight?"

"Sure." I replied."

"Together? Naked?"

"If you want to."

He rolled his eyes at me. Then he tried to jab me in the ribs. "You big
tease."

I jumped out of his reach and chuckled. "C'mon. Let's get back to the
boat. I have to see what your Mom provided us for supper."

"Race you!" He shouted and took off back towards the harbor side.

I jogged carefully after him conceding the race but he hesitated at the
water's edge and then waded in. I, on the other hand, knowing the water got
deep quick enough, chose to dash past him and dive. When I surfaced I had
the lead by a length. However, the lad was a strong swimmer and I never was
so, we both arrived at the swimming ladder at the same time.

We were both giggling as we fought each other to get up first.  Then I
relented. "You go ahead, that way I can perv your cute butt again."

He laughed and as his butt rose out of the water he wiggled it and I gave
him another little goose.

"Yikes!" He yelped but followed it with a good natured laugh.

Once aboard we dried off and hung our towels over the lifelines, held there
with clothespins to keep them from blowing overboard. I took up the swim
ladder and took it below to stow it.

Brox came down, peeled off his skimpy speedo and tossed it back on
deck. "I'll hang that up later." Then he reached for the string on my suit
and pulled the bow out.

"What are you planning kiddo?" I grinned down at him as he slid my suit
down.

He gave me a grin back. "I thought we could go naked while we're below.  I
like being naked."

"Suits me, if you'll pardon the pun." I chuckled.

"Silly old man." He chuckled back.

"Okay," I tousled his hair which I really liked to do. "Can you make a bed?
You know, put sheets on?"

"I can at home but the v-berth is different."

"Yeah, it might be a bit awkward but here's a nice contour fitted sheet
especially made for that bunk." I pulled one out of a cubby. "Try putting
this on so it's nice and snug all around. Then I'll come look."

He started forward. "Okay."

"In the meantime," I giggled. "I'll perv your cute boy butt while you walk
forward."

He snickered and wiggled his butt for me.

"Okay then, I'll just see what's for supper." I called after him.

I went through what Brox's Mom had packed for us and found broiled chicken
pieces, some rice and red beans and coleslaw. It was all from the local
deli so I knew it would be good. I could heat up the rice and beans or have
it at room temperature with a little Italian dressing. I got all the
covered dishes and utensils out, except the coleslaw, so that when we
decided to eat they would all be ready.

Just then Brox called me up to inspect his bunk making skills. "John? I'm
ready. Come see how I did."

He was standing in the entrance to the cabin rubbing his right butt
cheek. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he gave a frustrated sigh. "I bumped the shelf there."

"Nothing worse than a bumped bum." I giggled. "Want me to kiss it and make
it better?"

"You sure are silly," he said. "So, how'd I do?"

I looked past him and was impressed. "Hey, that's not bad.  I know it's a
pain to do that but it would be even harder with a regular sheet."

"Thanks." He smiled and asked. "What about a top sheet?"

I handed him a light cotton flannel blanket and a couple of pillows from
the shelf in the hanging locker. "It'll be warm early but get chilly later
in the night. So there's this, indicating the blanket, and then I'll get
out a woolen blanket and put it on the shelf, just in case."

"Want me to tuck this in too?"

"No, we can just throw it over us."

He turned around from placing the blanket and pillows in the bunk and I
could see that he was already thinking about bed time.

I didn't say anything about his half boner but asked, "how about we get
something cold to drink and sit up on deck.  We can watch the other boats
come in and you can see how they do."

"But we're naked." He said.

"So?" I teased as I picked up my shorts and started to put them on.

He just shook his head and rolled his eyes.  Then he put on his shorts and
went over to the ice box. "What do you want to drink John?"

'Oh, thanks.  I"ll have a beer."

"Can I have one too?" He looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes.

I chuckled. "No, but you can have a few sips of mine and then get yourself
a soda."

He handed me an ice cold beer. "Well, at least you're not as strict as my
father."

I went up on deck and sat on the cockpit seat leaning against the cabin
house.  Brox came up with an unopened soda.  He took hold of my left foot
and pulled it off the seat and plopped his butt down between my legs and
leaned back against my chest. I put my arms around him.

He reached for my beer. "Can I have a sip now?"

"Sure."

He took a tentative sip and then, too quickly, another. "Eew," he scrunched
up his nose."

"Don't like it?" I chuckled.

"No, it's not that." He shook his head and rubbed his nose. "Some bubbles
went up my nose."

I tried to look around at him. "You okay?"

"Yeah. But I want to try another sip."

"Okay."

He waited for his nose to settle down. Mean time, I took a gulp. "Mmmmm,
there's nothing better tasting than an ice cold beer on a boat." I
enthused.

His nose apparently having returned to normal, he picked up the can and
took a swig.  Then he returned the can to the deck. "It's not what I
thought it would taste like." He concluded.

"I'm not surprised." I said. "Did you know that there are probably hundreds
of different kinds of beer and ale like brews and all have their own
slightly different tastes?"

"I've seen ads for all kinds of beers on TV. You mean that they really
taste different?" He asked.

"Well, I'm no expert but there are some I like and some I don't like." I
explained. "So, do you like it?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure.  I think I need another sip."

I suspected a little conniving. "Okay, one more but that's it."

Before I could change my mind, he picked up the can again and took a hefty
gulp.

"Well?" I asked as he set the can down.

He leaned his head back on my right shoulder. "Yeah, I guess I might like
it some."

I picked up the can to take another sip and was surprised.  It was more
than half empty. "Brox," I scolded. "You must have drunk at least a third
and maybe a half."

"I'm sorry." He spoke like he really was. "You're not mad are you."

"No, but I don't need a half drunk or sick boy on my hands. Please, don't
do it again.  You're not used to it."

"Okay." He gently rubbed my right knee.

"Your father really strict with you?" I asked, partly to change the subject
and partly because I wanted to know.

"Yeah, when he's around."

I absently rubbed his tummy. "You mad at him for not being around more?"

"Sometimes."

I could tell I was delving into sensitive territory. "I guess he works a
lot."

"Seems all the time."

I stopped rubbing his tummy as I saw the start of a tent in his
shorts. "Well, I can tell that you love him."

He looked back at me. "How can you tell that."

I smiled at him. "If you didn't love him and miss his being around, you
maybe wouldn't feel the way you do."

"I guess." He sighed and looked down at my hand that had stopped moving on
his tummy.

I picked up my two-thirds empty beer and took a sip.

He'd opened his soda a few minutes ago and taken a few sips. "I think I
like soda better than beer," he admitted.

I slowly rubbed his stomach some more.

"He's real smart you know." Brox said about his Dad.

"He must be." I said.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

"Well, he's obviously successful enough to move you and your Mom out here
on the islands."

"Oh my gosh!" Brox exclaimed as he suddenly sat up and looked back at
me. "I thought you knew."

"Knew what?" I looked concerned.

"We're not moving here permanent. We're just renting and going back into
the city when school starts." Now he looked worried.

"Oh my," I shook my head. "I had no idea."

I often show my feelings too openly and I must have looked sad just then as
he turned and tried to hug me. "Don't be sad John. I can come visit on
weekends."

I patted his shoulder. "I'm okay sweetie.  It was just a sudden surprise.
Of course you can come visit."

"Oh man," He still sounded upset. "I just assumed. That was so dumb."

"C'mon Brox," I tried to turn him around. "Lie back again and let's watch
the boats come in.  We have plenty of time to make plans." He settled back
again and we just sat there enjoying the feeling of being together.

A few minutes later a power boat came in and we watched as a woman went
forward to prepare the anchor. The man on the flying bridge shouted at her
and she threw the anchor over.  Then he revved the engines in reverse much
to much, making a loud noise and a big puff of exhaust. Then she screamed
back and he put it in forward making more noise and exhaust.  After a few
minutes he shut the engines down and peace returned.  Thankfully they had
anchored at the other end of the beach.

"They sure didn't do that too good," my now experienced deckhand boy
declared.

I laughed. "You said it but not all stink potters are like that.  Many are
pretty good boaters."

"Stink potters, what's that?" Brox asked.

"That's what sailors call power boaters." I explained "Their boats are
stinkpots because their exhaust stinks.  They call us rag sailors."

We watched as another power boat came in and anchored like pros.  Then a
sailboat came in, trailing a small dingy, and anchored near us. There seems
to be an unofficial segregation between sail and power boats in most
harbors. I noticed that a boy about Brox's age had handled the anchor on
the sailboat and did it quite well. As he walked back along the deck he
waved, I assumed at Brox because Brox waved back.  Then, who I assumed to
be the boy's parents, waved and I waved back.  Boaters in general are a
friendly lot.

A few minutes later the boy climbed down into the dingy, cast off and rowed
over to us. Brox quickly moved from sitting and lying back against me. The
boy came along side to starboard. "Hi. I'm Travis and my Dad said I could
go row around the harbor and explore. You wanna come?"

"Hi. I'm Brox." he said almost shyly. Then he gave me a quick look.

"Go ahead kiddo. It's a couple hours until dark and supper will be easy to
get ready."

Travis pointed out, "I got my board shorts on in case we go for a swim."

"Okay." Brox replied. "Just a sec."

He went below and I noted that he didn't take his skimpy speedo, that was
hanging on the lifelines, with him.  After a minute or two he came up with
a pair of blue and red board shorts.  Then he climbed down into the dingy
and they rowed off.

Travis was a very cute lad, an inch or two taller than Brox and with nice
long blond hair and deep blue eyes.  His hair no longer had the soft
wispiness of a pre-adolescent. I expect that he was well into puberty. So,
he was perhaps a year older than Brox.

I wondered if Brox found him attractive.  Putting that thought out of my
head, I went below and got another ice cold beer that I wouldn't have to
share.  Then I wondered if Brox was feeling the affects of the small amount
of beer that he had drunk.  I'd also got my book and I was enjoying the
quiet time, reading and watching as more boats came in and anchored.  Power
boats at their end and sailboats at our end.

About a half hour later I saw the boys in the dingy, cross the channel to
the beach on the far end of the harbor.  I watched as they beached the
dingy and walked further out along the beach, tossing small stones and
trying to make them skip on the calm surface of the harbor.

I got distracted by my book and, after about another 20 minutes, I heard
Brox yell to me.  He was now on the other boat and waved when I looked up.
I waved back and smiled.  I was glad to see that he and Travis were getting
on as I had been worried that maybe Brox had trouble making friends with
kids his own age.

Ten minutes later I heard the sound of oars and looked over at Travis'
boat.  He and Brox were half way back to out boat.  "Hey Brox!" I
waved. "Did you have fun?"

Brox waved enthusiastically. "Yes, lots of fun. We need to bring a dingy
next time. But guess what?"

"What?"

"Travis goes to my school!"

"Really? It's a small world.  Where do you live Travis?"

"In the summer we live down the coast about 30 miles from here." Travis
said as he brought the dingy carefully along side.  "But when school starts
we move back to the city."

"So, will you have classes together?" I asked.

"No," Brox replied. "Travis is 14 and a year ahead of me."

"Travis, where are you sailing to tomorrow?" I asked.

"We've been out a week so we have to head back." He answered. "I have to
get back to our boat now.  We're leaving real early because it's 30 miles,
which is a long haul for us."

Brox climbed up on board. "Travis and I exchanged addresses and phone
numbers so we can keep in touch."

I smiled. "That's good.  Who knows, maybe we'll meet on the boats again."

"That'd be great." Travis smiled. "Well, see ya' Brox and Mr. Xxxxx." He
used Brox's last name.

"Oh, John's not my Dad. But he's a good friend ... ah, of the family." Brox
explained, hesitantly adding the 'of the family' part. Then he also added,
"he's teaching me navigation in exchange for working on the boat.  I crew
when he takes friends out."

"Cool. I love navigating." Travis said. Then, as he turned to sit back down
in the dingy, he spotted Brox's tiny speedo hanging on the lifeline. "Oh
man, that's some speedo Brox. How come you didn't wear that instead of the
board shorts?"

With a deep blush Brox stammered, "Ah, well, er, it was wet and I hate
putting on a wet swim suit."

"Well, it sure is sexy." His friend grinned and giggled. "I bet the girls
love it."

"I suppose." Brox said, still blushing.

I was sure I was blushing too and wondered if the Travis noticed.

"Anyway," Travis said as he shoved off. "If I don't see ya' sailing, I'll
see ya' at school."  Then he rowed off with a wave.

I chuckled and tousled Brox's hair. "Nice comeback on the speedo there
kiddo."

The boy plopped down on the cockpit seat across from me. "Oh my gosh! Do
you think he noticed? I was blushing so bad."

I chuckled. "You were so cute."

"Well, you were blushing too John!" He scowled at me. "God! He called it
sexy. Do you think he could have guessed about us?"

"I seriously doubt it sweetie." I tried to calm his fears.

I sat back against the cabin house. "Wanna sit with me?"

He glanced at me and then over at Travis' boat.  They were close enough
that they would easily see us cuddling. "Um ... ah, can we do it later?
When it's dark."

"Sure sweetie." I smiled at him. "You hungry yet?"

"Maybe in a few minutes." He got up, took his damp speedo off the lifeline
and headed below. "I gotta take a leak."

___________________________________ Chapter Nineteen - Supper, Bedtime and
a Squall

A few minutes later, when Brox didn't come back up after I heard him pump
the head into the holding tank, I went below.  He was sitting in the nav
station looking at his chart.

"You okay kiddo?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "I just hate being embarrassed."

I gently rubbed his bare back. "I know the feeling. I call it being
em-bare-assed."

He looked up at me, rolled his eyes, made an exaggerated groan and then
giggled and smiled. "Thank's a lot for that image."  Then he tried to
tickle me in the ribs.

I dodged and said, "If it wasn't so cramped down here I'd try to wrestle
you and tickle you until you peed your pants."

He replied with a giggle and a suggestive grin. "Maybe we'll wrestle in bed
tonight."

I laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised, you horny boy you."

He stood up and gave me a big hug. "I love you John. You make me smile and
feel better."

I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. "I love you to Brox. Now,
shall I get that great meal your Mom provided, ready?"

"Yeah, all of a sudden I'm starving."

"Good. Now, do you want the rice and beans hot or at room temperature with
some Italian dressing?"

"Mmmmmm, sounds good with the dressing. It's too warm to have it hot."

"Okay. You want to eat on deck?"

"Sounds good to me."

I got the coleslaw out and the dressing.  Then I uncovered the rice and
beans and the chicken. "Here's a paper plate Brox. Serve up what you'd
like.  The dressing's there too.  Then get settled up on deck and I'll pass
up a couple sodas and some paper towels for napkins."

He made up his plate and got settled above.  I handed him the sodas and
paper towels and then got my plate ready and came up on deck.  We ate in
silence as we watched a few late comers come in and anchor.

The food was great and you could hear the two of us occasionally moan in
appreciation.  After I was done I went below with my stuff. Then I called
up to Brox, "You want anything more kiddo?"

"Oh, I'm stuffed," He groaned. "Here's my plate and things."

I put the plates in the trash and the utensils in the sink.  They would
keep until morning. Then I put the left overs in the ice box and discovered
cookies.

"You said you're stuffed Brox? I guess I wont bother bringing up the
cookies." I grinned to myself and waited.

"Cookies?" He asked. "We got cookies?"

"Yeah but you're stuffed, right?"

"Well ..."

I came back up and sat in my spot.  I took out a cookie and took a
bite. "Mmmmm, good cookie." I groaned.

"Hey!"

"Yes?" I grinned, took another cookie, and handed him the bag.

After he had munched through 3 or 4 he offered the bag to me. "No
thanks. All things in moderation." I said.

"All?" He looked over with a grin.

I grinned back. "Well, maybe not all."

Brox closed up the bag and set it down by the hatch.

The sunset started out to be a beautiful one but then some low clouds
obscured it.  When it was dark enough Brox got up and settled down in
between my legs with his bare back against my bare chest.  He took up my
hands and pulled my arms around him, placing my right hand on his tummy.

He rested his head on my shoulder and I kissed him behind his left ear and
whispered, "This is so nice, being here like this with you."

"Mmmmmmm," he replied. Then he moved my hand a little lower.

I knew what he wanted so I found the draw string of his board shorts and
gave it a gentle tug.  It slipped out of the bow knot easily and his
waistband loosened enough that I could slip my hand inside. I found his
boyhood as hard as I expected.  I rested my palm over it and softly
caressed his balls with my fingers. The lad sighed with his pleasure.

I grew hard against his back and had to adjust myself.  He giggled.  I
kissed behind his ear again and whispered, "I love making you feel good."

"Me too," he sighed.

We had enjoyed our quiet pleasures for maybe a half hour when Brox
whispered, "I need to be naked with you."

 I move my hand out of his shorts. "Sit up a second sweetie." He did and I
undid my belt and zipper and slid my shorts down under my butt. "Pull 'em
the rest of the way off for me?"

He stood up and pulled my boat shoes off and then my shorts over my feet.
Then he let his board shorts drop to the cockpit floor. I slid down the
seat and lay back flat with my head on the cushion I'd been leaning
against.  Kneeling between my legs, he lowered himself onto me so our
boners were together. Then I hugged him and ran my hands down over his back
to his buns. He slipped his hands under my arms and held my shoulders from
behind and rested his head on my upper chest.

We didn't move but just lay there in the cooling night air as I slowly
rubbed his back and buns.  While we were both very aroused sexually we
weren't being sexual. We were being loving.  Enjoying intimate pleasures
without lust.  We both knew that would come later.

"Brox?"

"Mmmmmm?"

"Were you okay after the beer?"

"Yeah but I didn't really like it."

"I'm glad you were okay.  I take it you like Travis."

"He seems nice but he's a year older than me."

"I figured he was. He's a nice looking boy."

"You fancy him?"

"Well, I'd be lying if I didn't say he was attractive but no, I don't fancy
him.  I fancy you."

"Mmmmmm, I can feel that you do." Then he giggle.

I chuckled.

"Did you find him attractive Brox?"

"Weellll ..."

"I chuckled again. "It's okay sweetie."

"It's not that. He's not gay. There were some girls our age at the end of
the beach and, well, by the way he talked about them, tits and pussy stuff,
it's clear to me that he's not gay. But, I didn't like the way he talked
anyway."

I rubbed his back some more and ran my hands over his buns again.  He
shivered.  "You getting cold kiddo?"

"Yeah, a little.  Can we go below and cuddle in bed?"

"Sure." We got up and picked-up our shorts. Then I thought, "I'll grab the
towels too, they should be dry by now."

Once below I turned on a light and saw that Brox was still shivering. I led
him down to the head. "Wash up quick and then get in the v-berth, wrap
yourself up in the blanket and get warm while I check the anchor, put up
the anchor light, come back down and wash up. I wont be long."

I saw him dig out his tooth brush from his pack as I got the anchor light
ready. I went up on deck and forward to check the anchor which was
fine. Then I turned on the anchor light and realized that I was still naked
and exposed by the light.  I hung it up and walked back into the shadows
quickly.  Once below I slid the hatched closed and went to wash up.

When I was done I dug in my bag for the brown bag from the sex store. I
checked the time and saw that it was only 9 o'clock but a good afternoon
and evening out on the water often makes for a good sound night's sleep.
Turning out the light, I let my eyes get accustomed to the dark and then
went forward to the v-berth.  I placed the bag on the shelf on my side and
climbed in next to Brox.

The lad had sweetly left plenty of blanket for me but had dozed off.  I
gently lifted the blanket and, trying not to wake him, slid in beside him
on my back.  I yawned and quickly dozed off myself.

I don't know how much time had passed but a low rumble of thunder brought
me to consciousness. I was often more attuned to the weather, even asleep,
when on the boat.  Brox hadn't moved so I suspected that not much time had
passed. I gently moved out from under the blanket and walked aft to the
companionway and looked out under the hatch.  A distant flash of lightning
gave enough light to see the storm off to the west northwest.

I glanced at the ship's clock in the nav station and saw that it was just
10:00, early yet. Each flash and resulting roll of thunder brought the
storm closer.  And, each flash and thunder got a little stronger.  After
three of four more rumbles I thought I heard a softer noise and then I felt
a hand on my back.

"Are we okay John?" Brox asked and he snuggled up to my side.

I put my arm over his shoulders and drew him close. "Yes, I think it will
be noisy but mostly go to the north of us. I'll put the hatch boards in
just to be sure the rain doesn't come in."

Having secured the companionway and hatch boards, I pointed forward. "It's
getting chilly.  Let's get back in the bunk."

I turned on the bunk light and climbed into the bunk after Brox. The boy
pulled the blanket over us, snuggling up to my left side shivering from the
cold. "Hold me John? I'm cold."

I rolled over and pulled him to me wrapping my arms around him rubbing his
back. His shivering slowly stopped and as he warmed up he began to run his
hand up and down my back too. "Feeling warmer kiddo?" I asked.

"Yes, thanks." He nuzzled his face into my neck and I could feel his cock
hard against my stomach.

"I can feel that you are indeed warming up." I moved my stomach a little
against his boner.

"I knew it would be neat cuddling up here with you." He moved his head back
to look at me. "And the storm is making it even more exciting."

"It's a good one but I'm sure we're okay." I reassured him.

"Oh, I feel safe with you here. Can we turn off the light?"

"Okay," I clicked it off and now we could see the flashes of lightening
better.

He reached down between us and, taking my hardon in his hand, moved it to
point between his thighs.  He closed them on it and began to slowly hump
against me. Then I felt his lips brush mine and we kissed.

In a minute he found my hand and moved it down to his bum. "Finger me
John. Please?"

I moved my finger between his buns and found his tight little hole and
rubbed it gently.  He trembled and sighed with pleasure.  I moved my hand
to my mouth for some saliva and returned to slowly work my middle finger
into him and move it in and out.

A couple minutes later he ask in a low voice husky with pleasure, "Try two
fingers. Please John."

I tried but I didn't have enough lubrication so I stopped. "Brox, I have
something that might help but I have to sit up and turn on the light."

"Okay."

I turned on the light and chuckled as Brox pulled the blanket over his
head. I found the brown bag and got out one of the tubes of KY
lube. "Sweetie, this stuff is better than the hand lotion.  It's made for
this kind of thing."

That got his curiosity and he pulled the blanket off his head to look.  I
opened it, put a some on my middle finger and reached under the blanket.
Brox knew just what to do to help and rolled onto his stomach, spreading
his legs.

I slipped my finger between his cheeks, found his hole and slipped in
easily. "Oh wow," he said excitedly. "That went in so much easier.  Please
John, try it with two fingers."

He moved the blanket to the side so he could watch.

I lubed up my middle and index fingers. "Brox, use your hands to spread
your cheeks for me. Not too hard though. Okay, that's good."

I gently rubbed the lube around his hole first inserting my middle finger.
After a moment I tried adding the second finger.  At first it went in a
little and then he winced, ever so slightly so I stopped.

"It's okay. Don't stop," he moaned.

I tried a little harder but he couldn't hide his discomfort. "It's no good
Brox. I'm hurting you."

"But the hot dog worked. Why wont this work.?" He asked, frustration in his
voice.

"You got the hot dog in you?" I asked.

"Yes. Yesterday afternoon and this morning."

"You didn't tell me that this morning."

"No. I wanted to do it more and surprise you."

"Well, finding it in the attic, no telling what it had on it. Did you wash
it?"

"Yeah," he said. "I even put some rubbing alcohol on it to try and
sterilize it."

"I'm glad you thought of doing that. Did you bring it?"

"Yes, it's on the shelf behind me." He said looking over his shoulder.

I found it right next to the hand towels I had placed there, before we
left, in anticipation of just such activities. I knew my horny boy well
enough.

"I've got it. So, what did you use for lube Brox?"

He giggled, "My Mom's hand lotion."

"Well, this stuff should work even better."

I noticed that the rubber hot dog was just about as thick as my two fingers
so I wondered if maybe Brox was tensing up in excited anticipation because
it was my fingers and not the hot dog.  Well, I thought, we'll see
shortly. His hole was already well lubed from earlier. So, I lubed the
thing up and he spread his cheeks like before.

"Okay, now sweetie, try to relax back there. I'm gonna try it now."

I placed the end of the hot dog against his cute looking little rosebud and
mentally crossed my fingers. Gently, I pushed. At first nothing happened. I
pushed a tiny bit harder, still nothing.

"Push harder," Brox moaned.

I did and I saw his pucker give a little and the dog slid in.  First just a
half inch and then his sphincter tried to close and push it out. I knew
that feeling on my finger well. I increased pressure and the hot dog
slipped in a full two inches.

"More," he begged.

I slid the thing in half way and stopped. "Okay Brox. I'm going to leave it
there for a little while. Let your cheeks go. How do you feel."

He giggled. "Like I have a rubber wiener in my ass."

I laughed. "Yup, you sure do and it looks so odd.

He strained turning trying to see but couldn't. "I wish I could see.  No!
I wish it was your wiener."

I grinned. "In time my boy, in time."

Just then there was a huge clap of thunder. Brox gasped and reached back to
hold onto the end of the hot dog. "Damn, that scared the crap out of me."
He declared.

I laughed.

"What's so funny?" He glared at me.

"Well, I was about to say that it scared the crap out of me too but
realized that maybe it almost scared the rubber wiener out of you."

This cracked the boy up. "Yeah, I can just see it flying across the cabin,"
he chuckled.  Just then there was another clap of thunder and he had to
hold the hot dog in again.

"How long do you think it should stay in?" He asked.

I thought for a moment. "How does it feel?  Comfortable?  No discomfort at
all?"

He shook his head. "Nope, feels fine. Feels good."

"By the way, it's not a hot dog anymore. It's a dildo."

He gave me a quizzical look. "Huh?"

"Many people like sex toys. Some look like a penis and even have a vibrator
in them and they'll shove them in their vagina or rectum."

"Is that what they're called, dildos."( ( "Yes."

"So that's what it means. I heard an older kid in the neighborhood call
another kid a dildo but I was too shy to ask what he meant."

I chuckled.

"John? Don't you think I'm ready now for, you know." He pleaded.

Still hesitant, I suggested, "We'll give it another try tomorrow night and
then we'll see."

"Ohhhh," he groaned. "I need to cuddle and have us cum together then."

"Okay let me take the hot dog out."

I did and used a hand towel to clean it, and the lad's buns, before putting
it on the shelf. I inspected his little hole. It was still open a bit but
otherwise looked fine.

Then I lay down on my back and he snuggled up against my side and we pulled
up the blanket. I switched off the light and just held him in my arms a
while as the last of the storm passed off to the east.

Shortly, I noticed that his breathing had slowed and softened.  He'd
drifted off to sleep again.  Well, I thought, he'd had a busy day and we
had plenty of time for cuming together tomorrow.

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Next:  Part Five - All Good Things Must Come to an End
Chapter Nineteen - A Foggy Morning