Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2007 14:05:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master and the Mate - Chapter 39
Master and the Mate
by
deepdiver
ed. Dave L.
Chapter 39
Pirate's Scars
This Chapter is dedicated to the men who have become special to me and
inspire me to share my thoughts and feelings about life. They wish to
remain anonymous as I do myself....Just call us the Closet Gang!
o o O o o
"Ry, can I ask you about the first time you ever had sex with a guy?" Kyle
said inquisitively.
"I think you just did! Ryan teased.
"Well as a kid, I fooled around with my cousins for as long as I can
remember. But the first time I had sex that resulted in an orgasm was when
I was 14. I was in my freshman year of high school One day while waiting
on the lunch line the fellow in front of m he sort of ticked my leg. No
one else noticed and we both smiled at one another and began talking. He
told me where he lived and I started riding my bike past his house until
one day I got up my courage and rang his bell and we chatted awhile. We
started hanging around more and more and one Saturday afternoon while over
his house, his family went out shopping and we stayed home playing cards.
At some point we agreed to play strip poker. But we really didn't
understand the rules so we make them up. Each time one of us lost a hand
he had to take something off. But we decided to collect all at the end.
Both of us had lost sufficient hands so we both stripped off our clothes.
When I looked at his body, I saw how attractive he was. He had a hairless
chest and very light hairs on his legs. I had some hair between my pecs
and darker hairs on my legs. We just stood admiring one another. His cock
was normal, but it seemed huge at the time to me," Ryan answered.
Once we were naked, he said to me, "You can do anything you want to me."
I really had no idea of what to do other than touch him and feel his thick
firm cock. But then it occurred to me to ask him if I could pump his ass.
Neither of us had any real sex knowledge back then. So he laid down on the
floor face down and I slipped my cock between his smooth thighs and laid on
top of him. I began pumping and squirming on his nice smooth firm body and
he clasped my cock between his thighs. It was so new and exciting it
wasn't long before I lost control and my legs stiffened and shot straight
out so I was balanced on him as my cock throbbed several times between his
thighs. I thought my legs had become paralyzed as my first seminal flow
oozed out of my balls through my tightly held penis and formed a small pool
of cum on the floor. When the pleasure throbs ceased, I knew I was hooked.
I would never be able to get enough of him. I discovered the meaning of
lust as I yearned to be on top of him again and continue gyrating my hips
against his Adonis-like-body." Ryan narrated.
When Ryan looked over at Kyle, his mast was standing at full attention.
Kyle want to try it? Want to mount me? Ryan invited.
Kyle nodded his head and moved over to mount Ryan as he rolled over on his
chest. Kyle imagined himself being Ryan and imagined that Ryan was his
high school friend. Kyle pumped against Ryan's ass cheeks slowly at first.
Ryan moved his ass up to meet Kyle's thrusts and simultaneously squeezed
his thighs together clamping down on Kyle's velvety hard cock. Kyle felt
locked into the position as if he had a huge chastity cage on his penis.
Ryan felt Kyle's hot smooth body rubbing against his back and legs. They
merged again into a spiritual oneness that so intensified their sexual
union that it quickly brought Kyle into an explosive orgasm. Ryan felt the
throbs of Kyle's penis between his legs and pressed harder milking his
prey, which stimulated his own feelings of dominance and control of the
young man, whose testicles were being emptied between his own thighs. This
in turn resulted in Ryan too gasping for air as his cum flowed on to the
bed below him.
At Breakfast the next morning, while Ryan and Kyle sipped their coffee and
smiled at one another with the shared memory of the last evening's games
still in mind, Manny broke the silence.
"Dad, Can I join the boy scouts?"
"Where is this coming from? Kyle asked.
"The scoutmaster and a few scouts came by our classroom yesterday and
invited us all to join the troop." Kyle who had never had the experience
of scouting was intrigued with the idea. He looked over to Ryan.
"Well don't look at me. I'm much too old to sleep on the ground. If you
are willing to sleep in a pup tent out in the woods, then you give him
permission. Other than meetings and paper drives to raise money, leave me
out of it." Ryan said firmly.
"Please, Kyle, Please, say yes!" Manny begged.
"Manny, as long as I get no more complaints from your school about your
language, it's a deal." Kyle said. That very afternoon, Kyle drove Manny
to the Sports Authority and bought him his uniform and camping equipment
that they both would need. Mark wasn't interested in scouting. His eyes
were more turned to the cute red head that had met in the religious ed
class. When Mark wasn't talking to her over his cellphone, they were
chatting on the Internet. On Friday's either Kyle or Ryan would drop him
and a group of his friends off at the mall where they would see a movie and
then hit the concessions.
Ryan took this all in and was glad to see that Manny was taking an interest
in something outside the house. Mark was proving to be a great older
sibling and looked after Manny and enjoyed helping him with his homework
assignments. Manny was blossoming with all the attention and affection he
received at home. His request to join the scouts was a sign that he was
beginning to feel secure enough at home to be willing to go beyond and
begin exploring his world.
That evening, Mark, with no enthusiasm, skipped his Religious Ed class and
accompanied Ryan to the group session he was conducting with Mark's
attackers. Ryan had discussed this with Mark's therapist who felt that
Mark was ready. The group had coalesced very nicely since Ryan's second
surgery and he was looking forward to this encounter. When he and Mark
entered the room, his hairs stood on edge when he saw that Roger's mother
was back and accompanied by her minister, the Rev. Hasselworth. Ryan's
stomach tightened as he had no idea of what to expect from them.
"Reverend, so good of you to join us again," Ryan said trying to avoid
saying anything that would by totally hypocritical.
"It is my pleasure to join you all again, I am sorry that my busy schedule
has prevented me from attending more frequently.
Roger nodded to Roger's mother, acknowledging her presence, but not exactly
willing to welcome her after she practically derailed the group already on
two occasions. He noticed that Roger was not sitting between his parents,
but rather on the other side of his father.
"I would like to introduce the group to my son, Mark. Several weeks ago,
you asked to meet him, but his therapist and I and Mark himself thought it
was better to wait until this evening."
Roger was the first to speak. "Mark, my name is Roger. I want to say that
I am sorry for what we..... what I did to you. I am more to blame than
anyone, because I instigated the others to attack you. I want you to know
that it was nothing personal. I was trying to cope with my own
sexuality...my own homosexuality," he said looking straight into his
mother's eyes. "I was confused and thought that by attacking you, my own
messed up feelings would go away. Please accept my apology. I don't know
if I can ever make it up to you, but I promise you that I won't give up
trying. I feel so ashamed of what we, I mean, what I did to you."
Sandy was about to speak, but before he said anything, Roger's mother cut
him off.
"Mark, I am perhaps the most guilty of all in this room. In my misguided
attempt to protect my family, I built a wall of prejudice and hate around
us that was so heavy that it collapsed on us. My lack of tolerance has
cost me my family...."she said starting to cry. He husband reached out to
her, but she continued...., "let me finish, please." As she wept and
fought back the tremors, she said, "my bigotry almost cost you your life
and came close to these boys going to jail. Please accept my sincerest
apology, both to you Mark, and to you Dr. Ryan. I want you both to know
that I am in counseling and slowly rethinking everything. I was such a
fool for attacking you when you held out your hand to us. I was too
blinded by my hate to see it." She concluded her remarks and broke down as
her husband pulled her into his arms. Roger too had tears flowing down his
face. He made no attempt to hide them or wipe them off.
Each of the other boys offered their apologies to Mark. Then after a
prolonged pause, Mark spoke.
"I have not come here to forgive you. When I woke up in the hospital and
was told what you had done to me it was my hate and my desire for vengeance
that kept me alive. I've been biding my time. I figured that I just had
to wait long enough and that eventually, someday, I would be in a position
to smash each and everyone of you. But since then, something happened to
me that has changed me. This man that I call Dad, showed me by his example
that helping you all was a far better way to stop the violence. You called
me here today to forgive you."
Dean's mother gasped as she heard Mark deny them forgiveness.
"I come here tonight to ask for your forgiveness. You see, I am learning
to become a Christian and I want to receive the Eucharist. I am learning
that I will only be forgiven to the extent that I am willing to forgive.
If I want to receive body and blood of Jesus than I have to learn to love
those who have offended me. But I also have come to see how my hating you
and my waiting for vengeance also needs to be forgiven. So, I ask each of
you to forgive me and to bless me." Mark finished speaking and again there
was a prolonged silence.
Ryan's was in a state of shock when Mark got up and went to each of his
attackers and embraced them. Each in turn cried and trembled as they clung
to the body of the boy that they had come close to killing. After hugging
Roger, Roger's mother also stood and embraced Mark. When Mark came to the
Reverend, he offered his hand.
"Son, I need your forgiveness too. I have come to understand that my
misguided attacks on homosexuals from the pulpit has been responsible for a
terrible sin. I am guilty of feeding people's prejudice and intolerance.
I have fueled their hate and given them a false justification for resorting
to violence in a most unjust and unjustified way. I have come to see by
the fruit of my work, that I was not announcing the good news of
forgiveness and grace, but perverting the Gospel message with my own lack
of tolerance and understanding. Please accept my apology and please
forgive me too."
"Reverend, be sure that I forgive you wholeheartedly and unreservedly and
ask nothing for myself. But if you are all sorry as you say, than I ask
all of you to come to mass with me on Saturday evening. I will be praying
for each of you at that mass and I ask that each of you pray for me. And
while you are there, I suggest that you ask yourselves this question: Are
you absolutely sure that the bread that the priests raises high above the
altar is not the body of our risen Lord, killed and now being offered for
each of our sins? Please understand that my forgiveness for each of you
does not depend on your being there, but I could not say truly that I had
forgiven you, if I don't share with each of you the greatest truth of God's
love and forgiveness and fail to do all I can to lead you each to God."
On the way home, Ryan was quiet most of the way.
"Mark, I was so proud of you tonight. I never expected you to say what you
did. You blew away my mind." Ryan said finally. "You still thinking of
becoming a priest?"
"Dad, I don't know where it came from either. It was like someone else was
putting the words in my mouth. I think I would like to be a priest, I feel
drawn to the Eucharist, but I don't know if I can live without a wife and a
family."
"You clearly were, Mark, you clearly were. We are all sinners, but God's
uses us as his instruments anyway." Ryan affirmed. "You are right, I
think to recognize the tremendous sacrifice the priests make for the
privilege of serving God."
When they parked the car, Mark got out ahead and was moving more quickly
toward the house and out of the cold.
"Mark, hold on one minute please. You hugged everyone in that session
tonight but me. How about one for your dad?
Mark ran back into Ryan arms and they gave each other a bear hug worthy of
the Guinness Book of World Records.
"What I said about being proud of you, was true, you know."
Mark blushed and as a typical teenager and felt embarrassed, but also felt
very close to his new Dad and thanked God for both Kyle and Ryan.
* * *
Although Kyle was very busy with his studies, he accompanied Manny to his
first scout meeting. When they entered, there was pandemonium. Boys
yelling and talking in high pitched voices. All in uniforms except the
tenderfoots (new recruits). There was excitement in the air and suddenly
without a word or bell, the boys quieted down. Kyle heard some one say
that the sign was up. Eventually he caught sight of the scoutmaster who
was standing at the front with his hand held high with his three center
fingers pointing up and his pinky and thumb crossed. All the older boys
fell into a military formation and silence reined as the scoutmaster began
inspecting the troops. The new recruits were taken into another room where
they began to learn how to tie knots, later they were assigned into various
patrols and it would be up to their patrol leader to introduce them into
the ideals and ways of scouting.
Kyle observed all and was impressed with the discipline and the code of
ethics being taught to boys. He felt that Manny's coming from the chaotic
background of an addicted mother and abandoned by his natural father could
certainly benefit from the regimen and structure of scouting. The
opportunity to expand his circle of friends was another positive aspect
that Kyle observed. He wondered why he himself had not felt attracted to
scouting in his teen years.
* * *
Ryan was pretty much feeling his old self. The surgical scar was
completely healed and only marred his vanity slightly. However, he never
removed his undershirt in front of Kyle even during sex. The wound left
from the colostomy had healed quickly and without complications. However,
he was careful to not show it to Kyle.
That night in bed Kyle and he were caressing and touching each other as
Kyle described his experience with Manny at the Scout's meeting. Kyle told
Ryan why he thought the experience would be positive for Manny and Ryan was
impressed with Kyle insights. Then Kyle leaned over and planted a kiss on
each of Ryan's eyes which then remained shut. Kyle continued to plant
kissed on Ryan's face and neck and while one hand moved his fingers
gingerly over Ryan's scar. Ryan opened his eyes immediately and became so
tense that Kyle noticed his reaction. Kyle looked into Ryan's eyes and saw
his lips tighten. But he continued anyway and slowly slipped his had
beneath Ryan's t-shirt and moved his fingers ever so lightly over the scar.
"Trust me Ry. Please trust me not to care less for you." Kyle said as he
moved his fingers up and down the smooth hard flesh. Ryan began to relax
as he saw that Kyle wasn't disgusted or turned off. In spite of his fears
of rejection, Ryan was delighting in the feeling of being touched where he
had not be caressed for months. Then Kyle moved over and threw his one leg
over Ryan's body and pinned him underneath. Ryan looked up at Kyle who was
now kneeling over him and moved his head from side to side as he continued
to stare into Kyle's beautiful and penetrating eyes. Ryan lowered his eyes
as Kyle raised his shirt and looked closely at his lover's battle wounds.
Ryan wanted to leap off the bed, but Kyle's weight held him pinned. Kyle
began licking and kissing up and down the length of the scar. The shock of
Kyle affections caused a tear or two to escape the side of Ryan's eyes. He
became sexually excited while his young lover showed him that even his
scars were lovable. Ryan felt tremors of pleasure as Kyle teased his scar
with his tongue.
* * *
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