Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2002 21:49:46 -0800 (PST)
From: mattyjohnson <MattyJohnson@ziplip.com>
Subject: Tournament Loser's Prize part 2

The following story is a work of fiction. This is a story involving inter
generational male/male graphic sex and it's not intended for reading by
minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you
live, please stop now, and go read something else! If you choose to ignore
this warning because you wish to be titillated, you are, and then become
angry. Don't take it out on me! Any correlation to actual people, events,
or places is purely circumstantial. The author is not responsible for
anything that happens to you. Whether you door is kicked in by men with
guns, or your mom who proceeds to tan your bottom with her favorite twelve
inch dildo. This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the
purpose of very pleasurable reading. If you like my story, would like to
read the other chapters, or some of my other works, please send your
comments to: MattyJohnson@ziplip.com


	My first reaction was to go after him. But that was not going to
happen, I'm not that type. I stood there for a minute and tried to think
the situation out. Forty different scenarios went through my head. Followed
by the familiar; No! I'm not gay, I'm not a fag, relax." I stood there for
a moment and then decided to get something to drink.

	I walked down the port side and ducked as I swung under the
out-rigger. I turned towards the little beach and saw the top of his head
before I hopped down to the wooden floor. I went inside, got a bottle of
water, and by then had convinced myself it would be ok to watch him play.

	I went back out and climbed up onto the bridge, turned the captains
chair around, plopped myself down, and got comfortable resting my feet on
the rocket launcher as I scanned the shore for the little gem. It didn't
take long to find him. He had not moved while I was inside.

	He was sitting on the beach, scooping up buckets full of sand, and
dumping them on a pile in front of him. It certainly was a wonderful
sight. He sat with his knees in the air. I was sitting at the perfect angle
to see up his legs. The tan slowly faded to white before the shadow
darkened them again. He must be making a sand castle I thought as he
continued building up the pile.

	After a wile he got up and began collecting sand from other places
than just were he sat. He got the pile up to a good three feet before
knocking it over, pushing it up, and shaping it into a long oval. My eyes
were fixated on him as he ran around it on his knees, pushing and molding
the sand into what ever shape he had in his head.

	I was going nuts sitting there watching him. After a while my dick
started growing as my head started thinking. As I watched him sitting on
his knees, thoughts of a blow job, as he rocked on his knees pushing piles
of sand, thoughts of sex, then the constant NO! Stop! Your not a fag! Then
the cycle would repeat.

	Obviously he had seen me watching him. He sat back to study his
labor then looked up and waved at me with a smile. I felt a shiver run down
my body as I cautiously threw a hand up to acknowledge him. He sat back
down to inspect what he had done so far, again unknowingly allowing me to
see up his shorts. As my eye made it's way up his thigh I was hit with a
rush of adrenalin as I saw he had on no underwear and one of his balls was
in my sight. He was only about forty feet away, so my view was pretty
clear.

	Then out of no where I heard a man yelling from beside me, "Jesse!
Jesse! Come on in, lunch is ready." The boy jumped up suddenly, grabbed his
stuff, and ran back to the ugly old boat.

	I got my last glimpse of him as he jumped onto the deck, ran up the
side, and disappeared into the doorway. Bastard! I thought. Then a bell
went off in my head. His name is Jesse. How cute I thought for a
minute. Then a shock. Lunch? I looked down at my watch. It was almost
noon. I have been watching this kid for like 3 hours. Not good, I thought
to myself.

	I climbed down to the cockpit and then went in the cabin. I sat on
the sofa and reminisced about the images I had just filled my head with. As
my paints got tighter I went down to my room and began relieving myself to
the images. When I finished, I laid back, feeling as if I was floating, and
started to fall to sleep.

	Right before I drifted off, I heard a thud and the boat rocked a
bit. Oh no, I thought, they're back! I jumped off the bed and threw my wet
sperm catcher, other wise known as a sock, under the sheets. I ripped my
paints up and ran to the head. After washing my hands I strolled up the
steps to the main cabin only to see Jason looking in the window. "Son of a
bitch ruined my afternoon!" I thought to myself as he pointed to the door
knob.

	I walked over and let him in. He busted through the door way in a
flurry. "What the hell is going on Matt! Where is the beer? What kind of a
lame party is this? Where are the chicks?"

	"I was sleeping." I said trying to pretend I was tired.

	"Sleeping! What the fuck! This is the biggest damn Dolphin
Tournament in the south east and you are sleeping!" He exclaimed.

	"It doesn't start until the day after tomorrow." I said.

	"Hell you got bait in the wells, you ain't in school, this thing
started the second you untied the first line!"

	"Yea, well it's a quarter after twelve, where have you been?" I
asked sarcastically.

	"I was in bed, but I have an excuse! I had a hangover!"

	"Yea, yea, yea. I'm going to make a sandwich, you want one?"

	"Fuck yea! I'm all out of toilet fuel." Jason proclaimed and
punctuated with a mighty burp."

	I walked over to the fridge and opened the door. Jason followed me
over and reached over me to grab a beer as I pulled out everything I
needed. As I put the last of it down Jason shouted from over the counter
where he had sat himself. "So what are you making?"

	"Roast-Beef, is that ok with you?"

	"Aw hell! There has got to be something better than that!" Jason
spun around in the mounted bar stool and walked over to the fridge. He
looked in and began mumbling, "shit, shit, crap, shit. What the hell did
you have for breakfast? What did you bring Emerl along? Shit, shit, BINGO!"

	I turned around to see Jason holding a tub of meatballs. "Oh,
Sherry will be pissed if we eat those. Besides, should you be eating
meatballs fresh off a hang-over?"

	"I'm a professional Mate" Jason announced, "That is what I
do. Drink, catch fish, eat meat, and drink. Have a seat boy wile I show you
how to make a man's lunch!"

	I shrugged and took a seat on the bar stool Jason had left as he
turned on the oven and began doing what ever he was doing. He went back to
get some cheese and an other beer. Then he handed the beer to me and said
"You ain't driven!" Heck, I wasn't going to argue.

	I turned around, grabbed the remote out of the drawer under the
counter, and flipped on the T.V. I found some cartoons and began sipping my
can of cold piss water. Jason immediately protested from behind. "Come on
there has to be something else on!"

	"Nope" I said "Dad hasn't gotten a dish on the boat yet. It's ether
this or Soap Operas." Jason replied with a grunt as he opened the oven to
put his meatball sandwiches in. Then he began telling me a story about when
he had hooked some guy up on a 200+ pound Wahoo over in the Bahamas. As
soon as he finished he served up lunch. It was mighty good. I cleaned up
the kitchen and the two of us went out side as Jason insisted that we get
started rigging.

	We spent the next couple hours tyeing leader and making rigs. We
argued over knots and Jason told a bunch of his incredible stories. Before
I knew it, I was feeling tipsy, Jason was plastered, and we had made more
rigs than we could use in three trips. "What time is it?" I looked at my
watch and informed him it was 4:30. "Four thirty!" He shouted "No wonder
I'm hungry! You want an other sub?" I nodded. "Great, we can clean this
shit up later!"

	The two of us went inside and Jason started on the sandwiches. I
sat down on the sofa and Jason brought me yet another beer. "No thanks." I
told him.

	"What are you, a fuck'n pussy! Be a man!"

	"OK" I responded as he popped the top and handed it to me. Then he
went back to the kitchen and pulled out the meat balls. Just then the door
opened and Sherry came through with a paper bag in tow. She danced her
goofy little dance into the cabin while singing "Pin-a'! Cola-das! Pin-a'!
Cola-das!" She then stopped and gave Jason a hard look. "Hey! Get your
hands off my balls!"

	Jason and I couldn't help but laugh. Then Jason spoke up. "Yea, you
say that like you are actually going to cook something on this trip."

	Sherry thought for a minute and then came back "Your right, what
ever you are making, make us some too!" Then she walked over to the counter
and put down the bag. Dad came in the door and Sherry went nuts! "Ken! Ken!
Look at that!" She yelled and pointed at me. Dad looked over at me holding
a beer in my hand. Then turned to Jason.

	"What are you trying to do?  Corrupt my son?"

	"Relax, I'm just trying to get him down the path to man-hood
instead of the path he seams to be pirouetting down." Everyone laughed
except me, I was to busy thinking of how I was going to kill
Jason. "Whoooo! Relax Matt, I'm just fuck'n with ya!"

	Then dad jumped in, "Well, what is one or two. He probably is
raiding the liquor cabinet when I'm not around any way. Hey, what are you
making there?"

	"Just a snack."

	"Well make me some, Dan and Jimmy aren't going to be here for about
an hour, then were going to head on down to the Green Turtle for some
Dinner."

	Sherry went into the kitchen knocking Jason out of the way with a
playful thrust of the hips as she made her way to the blender. Dad sat down
on the sofa opposite me, and Jason finished up his cooking. We laughed and
had a good time for about an hour until dad's cell phone rang. When he hung
up he announced that Dan and Jimmy were going to be arriving in 20 minutes
and we needed to get changed for dinner. I told dad that I didn't want to
go.

	"Why not, we don't get to go to the Green Turtle often."

	"I know, but you guys are going to stop on the way back."

	"No were not." He said, "We are going to bring you back here and
then go to Woody's to see Big Dick and the Extenders. They won't let you in
there and we are going to be there all night." This gave me some relief so
I got up and got ready.

	Buy the time I came back the other guys had arrived. They said that
they had thrown their stuff in their cabins and were ready to get some
food. We all piled into the mini van and headed south. We arrived just in
time to get the last table. Everyone had turtle soup and most of us ordered
almond crusted yellow tail. It was fabulous and the only thing that made it
better was Mrs. "Tina Turtle" on the piano. After dinner they drove me back
as dad had promised and then headed out again.

	As I walked down the pier back to the boat I saw Jesse sitting in
front of the empty slips between our two boats. As I got a little closer I
could see through the dark that he was holding a fishing pole. Hey, that's
what I was planning on doing myself.

	When I got to the boat I stopped to talk to him. "Hi... Jesse
right?"

	"Yep."

	"Have you caught anything?"

	 Jesse shrugged his shoulders. "Just a couple little
snappers. What's your name?"

	"I'm Matt." I replied. "Do you mind if I join you?"

	"No, that's kewl. But you have to get some bait, I'm almost out."

	"No problem!" I said. As I leaped onto the boat. I went inside and
got my fishing rod and two Cokes. Then came out and pulled a some squid out
of the freezer.  Climbing back onto the dock, I sat down next to
Jesse. "This squid needs to thaw a little bit. What are you using?" Jesse
then handed me a folded piece of news paper. I opened it up to find about
half a dozen shrimp. I pulled one out and put it on my hook, then cast it
out into the water.

	Jesse turned to look at me and informed me that he had seen me
watching him earlier. To which I replied "I know, you waved at me." He
wasn't very talkative, but I managed to get a little conversation out of
him before we ran out of bait.

	We caught a few little fish over the next hour and then Jesse
hooked what had to be a little shark. He almost fell into the water when he
hooked it because his drag was set to tight. I grabbed him and he then
stood up before his rod bent over and the line snapped.

	When we were finally out of bait I looked at Jessey and asked him
if he wanted to come inside for another Coke. He responded with a definite
"Yes." So we packed up our rods and jumped onto my dad's boat.

	Jesse walked over to the side and put his rood in a holder and then
followed me in side. "Have a seat." I told him and he sat on the sofa. I
went over to the fridge and got a couple more sodas and then sat down next
to him.

	"So, is this your boat Matt?"

	"No, it's my dad's."

	"Well, duaaaa! That's what I meant."

	I asked him about his boat and he told me that his dad had bought
it from a guy about a year ago. He had ripped out the inside and rebuilt it
from the ground up. His dad was planning on rebuilding the engine when they
got back, then he was going to work on the outside. "How come he didn't do
the out side first?" I asked him. He then told me that he and his dad
didn't have to live on the out side and it could wait.

	We talked for a wile and watched the end of a bad movie on the
TV. Then I asked Jesse if he wanted to go on the two cent tour. I walked
him down the steps and then lifted them up and took him into the engine
room. He looked around pretty astonished. "WoW! This is the cleanest engine
room I have ever seen! Those things are huge!"

	"Hahaha, we just got the boat a few weeks ago. And those are both
1400 hp Turbo Diesels."

	"Holly crap! Our engine isn't even half the size of one of
those. We could build a cabin in here and still have room." For a moment I
thought I felt the kind of pride dad had in his new toy, but that was
quickly shoot out of my mind as Jesse bent over to look up under one of the
engines.

	"Come on, I'll show you the rest of the boat." I shouted, causing
Jesse to stop his inspection and follow me out of the room. I put the
stairs back and showed him my dads room, the bunk room, and the head. Then
we went to the bow and I led him into my room. "And this is where I sleep"
I informed him.

	"WoW, this is big. Which bed is yours?"

	"The one on the top because it's bigger." Jessey climbed up and sat
on the bed. Then he turned around and started looking through the books on
the shelf running along the edge of the birth.

	"You read a lot huh?"

	"Well, some times. There is not much else to do while we're
traveling." I said as I hopped up on the bed and sat across from him. We
talked for a wile and then I told a dirty joke that ended up with Jesse
starting a conversation about sex. So we sat there laughing as we talked,
as if we knew what we were talking about, sharing every rumor we had heard
at school. Then in the middle of our hysterics, Jesse's hand slipped under
the pillow and he pulled out the sock I had used to jerk off earlier that
day.

	He held it up in front of his face with his thumb and a finger. "Oh
My God! Did you jerk off in this!" I had never been so embarrassed in my
life. I pushed myself back into the corner and felt my face tunning read as
a beet. Jesse looked at it for a minute and then did the last thing I would
have ever expected him to do. He pulled it up to his face and started
smelling it. "hehehe You smell good!"

	"What?"

	"hahaha I said you smell good!" he started to blush a little
bit. "Did you do this today?" I don't know if I was more embarrassed or
stunned at that point. "It's ok. Relax, I do it too you know." He said as
if he was trying to comfort me. Then to my complete shock, he balled up the
sock and shoved it into his shorts. Vexing me even more. Then after a
minute he started talking again. "Can I ask you something Matt?" Not
knowing what to say I just nodded my head. "What dose it feel like to shoot
that stuff?"

	"Whaa What?"

	"What do you mean what! You know what I mean. I can't do that. You
can. Does it feel better when you can shoot?"

	I started to feel myself getting a stiffy, so I leaned forward and
rested my head on my knees trying to hid it. Not knowing how to respond I
just sad "Yes."

	"Hey, I have an idea!"

	"What?"

	"You want to have a sleep over?"

	My head was going in a billion different directions. Mostly in the
direction of sex. But then old faithful kicked into my mind, No! Matt your
not gay! Your not a fag! Not knowing what came over me I said "Yea, that
would be kewl."

	"Awesome! We can stay up all night and stuff! Maybe you can even
teach me how to shoot too!" Before I could respond, as if I had a response
to that, Jesse leaped off the bed. "I'm going to go tell my dad where I'm
going to be and get my stuff, I'll be right back!" And with that he took
off out the door.

	I sat on the bed for a moment as I tried to find myself. Then I got
up and went up stairs. For a second I though maybe I was dreaming or
something and then I saw Jesse run in the door of his boat, then I looked
on the floor and saw my sock laying in the middle of the room. I still
could not believe that what happened just happened, so I got a Coke out of
the fridge and sat on the sofa waiting to see if Jesse came back.