Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2007 16:45:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Master and the Mate - Chapter 3

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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

The Master and the Mate - by Deepdiver


CHAPTER 3 - Any Port in a Storm

Ryan left Kyle resting on the massage table and went behind the wet bar to
wash his hands.  He returned with a towel and gently cleaned up his first
mate.  After a few minutes Ryan spoke.

"OK, my turn now, but don't worry, you don't have to go as far as I did."

Kyle slowly came out of the state of euphoria he was enjoying from the
sensual massage he'd just received and started preparing his hands with
lubricant and then began working on Ryan's feet.  As his hands began
massaging the sole of Ryan's right foot he noticed what great shape his
legs were in.  He marvelled that if he only looked at the captain's legs
and feet he would have no hint of the man's age.  Unlike his own legs,
Ryan's legs were covered with hairs which compared with Kyle's downy legs
made them seem more masculine.

True to Kyle's ability to learn quickly, he massaged his boss's legs with
confidence and before he even got anywhere near his genitals, Ryan was fast
asleep.  After washing his hands, Kyle went out on the main deck for some
fresh air and deeply inhaled the cool sea breeze drifting across the
marina.  In his mind he recalled all the events of the day and each of them
evoked a sense of well-being, until he recalled the feel of Ryan's expert
hands on his private parts, when he began to feel somewhat ambigueous.

On the one hand the pleasure he gave himself through his auto-erotic
explorations were always enjoyable they had never reached the same
intensity as he had earlier in the evening.  On the other hand, what did
that imply?  Sex was never a big issue in his life; yes, he enjoyed playing
with himself occassionally but he had never imagined doing it with soneone
of the same sex and much less an older man.  It was not possible that he
was homosexual; he was always uncomfortable around gay people especially
the more effeminate ones.  He had never imagined or dreamt of sex with a
man come to think of it, he had never imagined having sex with anyone.  His
favorite image was of being taken by some anonymous being that would take
his cum from him.  Yes, this must be the key.  It was not gay sex he
enjoyed, but the fact that Ryan had taken his semen that satisfied his
fantasy.  Yes this had to be why it felt so good, he thought, and relaxed
himself as he convinced himself that he felt no sexual attraction to his
boss or to any other man.

His reverie was broken by the sound of the glass door opening as Ryan
stepped out onto the deck; he stood by Kyle looking up into the night sky.

"So how was your first day?" he inquired.

Kyle replied "I loved every minute of it; oh sorry, I didn't finish the
massage, but you were fast asleep and I didn't want to wake you."  He ended
apologetically.

"No matter, the goal was to relax me and you reached that goal just fine.
Want to watch a movie I brought out?"  Ryan said invitingly.

Ryan asked Kyle to fix him a black Russian while he went to retrieve the
DVD.  Kyle had no idea how to mix drinks, and said so; but Ryan explained
that there was a recipe book in the wet bar as he left for his
stateroom. Kyle found the book and carefully followed the recipe to make
two doubles, and set them on the bar and tThen dimmed the lights in the
main cabin before drawing the curtains.

Kyle had just finished with the curtains when Ryan returned with favorite
movie 'The Torch Song Trilogy.'  They both got into he movie; Kyle had
never seen a movie like it and Ryan, although he had seen it many times,
loved watching handsome Matthew Broderick and the wonderful love scene in
the hayloft.  He also noticed Kyle's tumescence during that scene.

"So what did you think of it," Ryan said to Kyle as he shut down the DVD
player and changed the channel on the TV to watch the news on CNN.

"I found it somewhat depressing to be honest," Kyle said sombrely.

"Oh, and why was that?"  Ryan said, very much the psychologist.

"Well, the reaction of the mother was hard to take.  She was so
self-centered and unable to appreciate her own son's feelings.  It was as
if he was only supposed to feel what she felt.  Damn she was a bitch; and
his death -- that was so unexpected.  Why do people hate gays so much?"
Kyle answered.

"You seem to identify with his having a cold mother.  Was she in someway
like your own mom?"  The doctor continued to explore Kyle's mind.

"Huh?" Kyle reacted, "You trying to psyche me out?"

"Hey, just tell me to stop if you feel that I am digging too much into
you."  Ryan said, retreating slightly, not wanting to scare off his prey.

"No, I don't feel that you're prying.  It's just that I hadn't thought
about it.  My mom was somewhat of a domineering woman.  She controlled or
tried to control everything at home.  My dad liked to drink, but she kept
him in line, but sometimes I felt he was cowed by her.  She was a powerful
woman -- I don't mean physically but when she wanted something, she knew
how to get it and did some impressive things. But when she turned on you
... well, I don't think she knew how others felt."  Kyle reflected out
loud.

"Well, I think I am feeling the effects of that drink you made us.
Goodnight Kyle, see you in the morning." Ryan said, turning to leave.

"Thanks captain, thanks for everything today."  Kyle said as his skipper
left the open deck.

				   * * *

Before turning in, Ryan turned on his PC to check his email.  He saw his
old friend Edwin was online from his IM Buddies list and he sent him an
instant message.  "All well?" was all he wrote.  After a few minutes Edwin
responded with.  "All well, but I miss your big cock ."

Ryan had mixed feelings about the response.  He always noted that his old
friend never said, 'I miss you.'  Thoughtfully he typed: 'I miss hugging
and kissing you.' and clicked Send.

"Me too.  Show me your cock so I can remember why I loved having you
penetrate my ass."  Was Edwin's response.

Ryan wanted so much more of Edwin than some video cyber-sex and it hurt to
be asked to show himself.  He wanted to be with Edwin so badly he actually
felt physical pain and because of it could not get erect on camera and he
knew if he showed himself, Edwin would ask him to get an erection and they
both would end up frustrating each other.  It was a no win situation.

"Maybe next time," Ryan wrote, now feeling the depression that the movie
evoked in him as well.  So they both wished each other a good night and the
cyber encounter wound up being just as frustrating any way.

				   * * *

Kyle laid down in one of the lounge chairs on the deck and continued to
reflect on the day's events.  He smiled as he recalled letting the crab get
away and the wonderful flavor of the spaghetti sauce that Ryan had prepared
for dinner.  Soon the cool summer night air lulled him to sleep and he
dreamt of piloting the yacht across a sparkling coral blue sea with Ryan
standing at his side resting his hand on his shoulder.
                        * * * Thanks to Dave L for his faith proof reading

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