Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2007 09:02:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master and the Mate - Chap 2

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"Good job, Kyle.  You were right.  You do learn fast.  Tomorrow we will do
the legs and maybe after your navigation course, I'll send you to get a
certificate as a masseur."

The Master and the Mate - by Deepdiver

CHAPTER 2   - Anchors away!

Edwin has his music; his collection of CDs is his one admitted vice: his
house is decorated with stands that hold literally hundreds of CDs.  He
deals with his loneliness by putting on his headphones and letting his mind
drift into the latest hit to have caught his attention. His only other
means of escape from reality were the hours he spent chatting online with
his many acquaintances. Mostly his time is spent in idle banter with a
short list of friends talking about favourite singers.

Edwin is a hard worker and gives his job his all.  It is due to his job
that he is so far from Puerto Rico where he was raised.  He came to the
States because of the higher wages and this has separated him from his
family and most of his friends.  He now lives in Miami and being bilingual
has opened many doors for him.  He jealously guards his figure; keeping in
shape with visits to the gym off the lobby of the building where he lives
and religiously avoiding fatty foods.  While others deal with their
anxieties by eating, Edwin has his music.  He is easily recognized in the
gym as the one with the earphones.  Some use the gym as a place to
socialize, not him.  He is there to maintain his body: the body of a
thirty-five-year-old man which looks more like the body of someone about
ten years younger.

CHECK you're happy I've got the relationship right: In his twenties Edwin
had a lover, but he was so new to sex he really didn't know how to respond.
Sex was good; and it was always exciting. But Edwin didn't know how to give
himself to his partner this other person who was always making so many
demands on him.  He didn't enjoy the gay scene and was rather shy about
dancing in public.  Edwin enjoyed going to a good restaurant, but usually
only picked lightly at his food.  His deep love was reserved for his
family.  He was once heard saying that if anyone ever hurt a member of his
family he would kill them; but there was no violence in him: he wasn't an
angry person.  This first relationship finally ended when he failed to buy
his lover a gift for his birthday.  Edwin only believed in exchanging gifts
with family and his partner had been so preoccupied with his sexual demands
that he hadn't connected with Edwin on anything but a physical level.
Although his friend often surprised him with the latest CD, he saw no need
to give tokens of friendship.  Edwin gave his body unhesitatingly in
response to his partner's demands and that should be enough.

During his late twenties he was chatting on line after a hard day's work.
A chat friend whom he had never met in person offered him a massage.  The
offer sounded so good that he invited this older man to his apartment.
This new acquaintance gave him a wonderful full body rub which put him in
seventh heaven in spite of the fact that it was given on the floor.  The
older man was a psychologist by profession and accepted brief visits with
Edwin.  Occasionally Edwin would ask him for another massage; but most
visits were sexual.  The visits continued over the years but included
almost no social activities other than a very occasional movie or dinner
out.

As the years passed the sex between the two became increasingly passionate.
Each always wanted more; but both also wanted to keep their lives separate
and so sexual encounters were limited to a couple of hours about two, maybe
three times a month.  Edwin loved being penetrated by Ryan's huge (19 cm)
7.5 inch cut cock.  Ryan loved caressing and kissing Edwin's smooth firm
body.  At one point Ryan thought that Edwin had shaved all the hair off his
legs because they felt so smooth; but on close examination he realized that
he had the same amount of hair as before.  It was how fine these hairs were
that created the illusion that Edwin had a newborn baby's skin.

Sex between them both was wonderful.  Edwin would have liked to penetrate
Ryan, but Ryan was very much a top and found attempts at anal penetration
too painful.  Actually it was more due to Edwin's lack of experience: he
didn't know how to prepare his partner properly by relaxing his sphincter
and as a result his clumsy attempts to enter Ryan's tight asswere doomed to
failure.  Despite this, they were both deeply satisfied with their sex
which often ended with Edwin straddling Ryan with Ryan's cock up his butt
hole.  Edwin loved cumming on Ryan's hairy chest as Ryan's cock exploded in
his rectum.

Unfortunately Ryan had to move his office further away and so his visits
became less frequent.  Later Edwin received a job offer with a substantial
increase in pay; but it meant moving away and the distance left both with
only online encounters which due to their frustrations became less and less
frequent.  Both wished that the other's profession hadn't forced them apart
and lamented the waning of the relationship.  The only gift that had ever
been exchanged between them had been some postage stamps of Disney
characters which Edwin loved and, of course, their semen!

                                               * * *

These thoughts passed through Ryan's head as he opened his eyes, and he
felt the very slight movements of the yacht.  The smell of fresh coffee was
in the air and he found himself irresistibly drawn to it.  He got up, put
on a pair of shorts, and went down to the galley to find that Kyle had
prepared their breakfast.  Kyle was dressed in a white tee shirt and
shorts; his dirty-blond hair was uncombed which seemed to make him even
more attractive.  Ryan sneaked a peek at his legs and noticed that the hair
on his legs was also blond and very fine.  He immediate wondered if they
would feel like the legs of his old friend.

After they had finished eating, Ryan said "let's take 'Gardie' out and go
crabbing."

"Gardie?" asked Kyle interrogatively, as his mind raced, trying to think
what the Doc meant.

"That's the name of the yacht you are on.  You'd better learn that so if
you go ashore you can find it when you come back!"  The doctor said,
laughingly, thinking this kid is a real landlubber.

"Now pay attention: you go out on the dock and cast us off; first you
disconnect the power line and then the mooring ropes. Wait for my signal
before you start on the ropes you start with the ropes on the right side,
then the left and finally those aft but remember, don't do anything until I
signal you.  Got that?"

"Aye, aye Captain!"  Kyle said, flashing a brilliant smile that made Ryan's
heart skip a few beats.  Ryan went up to the third level which gave him a
bird's eye view of the yacht and putting the key in the ignition, turned on
her engine.  The huge diesel fired up straight away, and after puffing out
some strong pungent fumes, began to purr like a large cat.  Ryan signalled
Kyle who was standing on the dock waiting for his cue.  He had already
disconnected the power cable and now undid the two nylon ropes from the
pier's bollards.  He then trotted round to the other side; all excited that
he was about to go out on the briny for the first time in his life not
counting trips on the Staten Island Ferry of course.  Finally he pulled the
boat back towards the dock and jumped aboard as Captain Ryan pushed the
gears slowly into forward.  The yacht moved ahead slowly as Kyle gathered
the ropes into nice neat coils before joining Ryan on the bridge.

Ryan explained that one should never go faster than five miles an hour
inside the marina unless you wanted to pay for a lot of damage to the other
yachts.  As he said this, Ryan looked intently toward Kyle, who nodded to
show he'd got the message.  Ryan stopped at the last dock and told Kyle to
gas her up while he spoke with the attendant and paid his monthly bill.

Shortly they were all gassed up again on their way to sea.  The wind
flowing through Kyle's long hair seem to almost transform him into a son of
the gods in the light of the morning sun.  Ryan felt so happy to be
enjoying this beautiful day in the company of such an attractive young man.
Kyle was thrilled to be standing on the bridge and taking in all the sights
as they departed the marina.  Ryan moved out of the captain's chair and
invited Kyle to take the wheel; Kyle jumped at the chance, in spite of not
knowing what to do.  Ryan pointed out the channel markers and explained
them to his new mate.  He pointed at the compass and told him which course
to maintain as he gradually increased the speed.  Kyle was feeling like a
kid sitting on Santa's lap for the first time in his life.  The sensation
of piloting the yacht felt to him as if he was piloting a jumbo jet racing
down the runway he was exhilarated.  As the shoreline receded behind them,
Ryan put his arm around Kyle's shoulders.

"Isn't it a great feeling?"  Ryan asked quietly.

Kyle rewarded Ryan's question with one of his very special smiles and a nod
of his head.

They went at high speed for about twenty minutes.  Then Ryan took the
wheel, slowed the craft and told Kyle to go down to the second level and
find the anchor in the bow and get ready to lower it.  Kyle was so happy to
be learning how to handle his job and was so glad that he had quit
MacDonalds.

Once they had anchored and the engine shut down, Ryan sent Kyle down to the
freezer for four chicken legs, telling him to meet him on the lower deck.
Kyle thought it was too early to be preparing lunch but followed the
captain's orders.  When he got to the lower deck there were two traps
sitting on the deck.  Ryan told him to use a piece of wire and tie a leg
inside each 'pot' as he called the traps.  Kyle followed his instructions
and then watched as Ryan tied a cord from each pot to the bull-horn shaped
hooks on each side of the boat and then lowered the pots overboard.  Ryan
then took a chicken leg and tied it to another cord which was weighted with
a heavy nut and a rather large bolt.  He then lowered that off the back of
the craft and told Kyle to do the same with the other chicken leg.

After a short wait, Ryan pulled rapidly on the cord of the pot nearest him
and quickly pulled the pot up.  There were two very agitated crabs trying
to escape and Ryan held the pot up for Kyle to see and said, "You had
better check your pot, mate."

Kyle pulled up his pot and found that his only held one crab but it was
much larger than those caught by Ryan.  They dumped the crabs into a pail
and lowered the pots again.  Then Ryan grabbed a net on a rather long pole
and put it on the deck nearby as he began very slowly pulling up the
weighted cord with the chicken attached.

As he saw the nut and bolt above the chicken leg come up through the water
towards him, Ryan turned to Kyle and said "Hand me the net!"  Kyle bent and
scooped up the net, and quickly straightened up and handed the net and
Ryan, who deftly put it down into the water below the chicken leg and
pulled them both up with still another crab.  Kyle was so surprised to see
Ryan's agility.

"Stop staring at me and check your line, boy!" Ryan smilingly teased the
bemused youth As Kyle pulled in the line slowly he could feel the
vibrations caused by a crab trying to steal the leg.  When it was about 18
inches from the surface, he could barely make out the crab clinging to the
leg.  "Net, net!"  he screamed excitedly to Ryan who laughed as he handed
the boy the gaff net.  Kyle was so excited he bumped the chicken leg and
knocked the crab off.  "Ahh shit, it got away!"  Kyle bemoaned wistfully as
Ryan laughed....

"Don't worry about it; we all do that until we get the knack of it.  Keep
trying and you'll soon get it."  Ryan said encouragingly.

Ryan pulled up his pot again and Kyle followed his lead.  This time they
had each caught two more crabs.  They carried on crabbing for a couple of
hours and by the time they finished they had a pail full of crabs. When
Ryan announced he thought they'd crabbed for long enough, he told Kyle to
stow the pots join him at the barbecue. By the time Kyle had got the pots
and cords stowed away, Ryan had fired up the gas barbecue and was ready to
begin.  He put the crabs right on the grill and cooked them alive as Kyle
watched in fascination; Ryan only cooked about six crabs and then put the
others in the refrigerator saying he would use them to make spaghetti sauce
for the evening meal.

The crabs were done shortly but Kyle had no idea how to eat them.  Ryan
took one for himself and gave one to Kyle, who watched how Ryan ate his and
imitated Ryan's every movement to be rewarded with the wonderful sweet
taste of fresh crab meat.  Ryan in turn enjoyed watching the facial
expressions of this wide-eyed kid as he discovered of the joys of sucking
the meat out of a crab claw.

                                                * * *

That evening, tied up again back in the marina, Ryan and his mate enjoyed a
succulent supper of spaghetti with crab sauce. When they were done and had
cleaned up the galley Ryan said "Its time to massage my legs, go up and get
the table ready."  Kyle had a lilt in his walk as he left the galley to
take care of this chore; he could remember few days in his life that had
been better than his first day as first mate.  Ryan soon followed and told
Kyle to strip off his pants and get up on the table.  Kyle obeyed eagerly.
Ryan thought at last he was going to be able to feel this guy's legs what a
special treat to end a great day.

Ryan lubricated his hands and then Kyle's feet.  He caressed the young
man's feet as if they were the most valuable things that he owned.  He had
often heard that there were places on the soles of the feet that
corresponded to each part of the body.  So he worked each foot with all the
care that he yearned to express to this god-like boy lying before him.
Then he massaged each toe individually as well as the space between each of
them.  Ryan moved a finger in and out between each toe as if he were
fucking the lad's butt.  This was not lost on the man-child who was in a
state of sexual ecstasy as Ryan serviced his toes sensually.  Kyle hoped
this moment would never end.  He had never received such affectionate
attention from anyone ever before and he found the experience intoxicating.

"Wow, that feels so, so good."  Kyle whispered, dreading the words that it
was his turn.

But Ryan then turned his attention to his lower legs.  He worked each
muscle with a roller pin action, tenderizing the well-developed calves of
the youth and then moved up to Kyle's thighs.  Ryan worked each thigh with
both hands.  He then bent one leg at the hip with Kyle lying on his side.
This meant that there was no natural crease at the beginning of the cheek
and Ryan could go right up and massage the butt cheek without seeming to go
beyond what propriety would allow.  Kyle for his part was in no mood to
limit the pleasurable attentions he was receiving.  He became putty in
Ryan's knowledgeable hands.  Ryan was thrilled to be able to float his
hands over this young man's inner things practically allowing the back of
his hand to make contact with his testicles.  He knew Kyle was feeling such
profound pleasure that he would be unable to protest.

"I could go higher, but I don't want you to feel obligated or that your job
depended upon it."  Ryan said, toying with his prey.

"Oh man, please don't stop, it feels so good."  Kyle whimpered.

Slowly and naturally Ryan pushed his fist into Kyle's perineum that area
joining his legs behind his balls he worked it hard, knowing that this
manipulation would bring Kyle's penis fully erect that the lad would be
unable to prevent himself getting a hard on.

"Ah, damn that's soooo nice."  Kyle said, panting softly as his heart and
lungs worked over-time.

Using more lubrication Ryan pushed his hand through Kyle's thighs and took
his testicles into his hand, working them like two toy balls one around the
other. "Just tell me to stop, if you feel I am going too far."  Ryan said,
knowing fully how that would be almost impossible for the lad to do, as he
watched the swelling bulge in Kyle's white shorts that rose and fell with
his ragged breathing. The boy's shorts were showing a moist patch around
his swollen penis from all the pre-cum he was spewing from his cock head.

"Feels real good, hey?  I'm going further unless you say the word not to."
Ryan warned, realizing as he said it that his warning would not be heeded
in the heat of the moment. He then moved his hand up to the base of Kyle's
penis and massaged his pubic hairs as well as the base of his dick.

"Oh God!"  Kyle moaned between clenched lips as his back stiffened from the
sensation at the base of his shaft.

Ryan removed his hand from between the young man's legs and said, "If you
want me to continue, just lay back, lift your hips and I'll remove your
shorts."

Kyle rolled onto his back and nervously raised his hips off the massage
table as Ryan reached for the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down
his legs revealing his wonderful young genitals.  Ryan moved his head
towards Kyle's crotch and just blew air over his cock head which made the
boy's shaft spasm erotically.  He then moved his face down into Kyle's
thighs and licked them and Kyle obliged by spreading his legs wider.  Ryan
kissed and licked each smooth thigh before passing his tongue over the
boy's testicles.  Kyle's head rolled back and forth, as he delighted in the
sensations emanating from his groin.

Then Ryan sucked one ball into his mouth and played tongue and ball before
he sucked the second testicle into his mouth.  He then created a vacuum in
his mouth and Kyle's chest heaved forward.  Ryan let the balls fall from
his lips but continued to lick his way up Kyle's shaft he was now a full
six inches fully stiff.  As Ryan moved his tongue up the under side of
Kyle's penis it began to spasm and he spewed forth wads of cum as his toes
curled, his muscles tensed and his body convulsed and he moaned dazedly and
incoherently.

Time passed slowly as Ryan wraptly watched the beautiful youth's body
slowly settle as Kyle recovered from the sensory overload he'd just
experienced. Finally, after several minutes, Kyle's eyes opened and he
spoke: "Wow, I never imagined anything could be so great!"  Kyle said
gratefully, gazing at the satisfied figure of his captain.