Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2007 02:58:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Master and the Mate - Chap 6

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"Friends," Kyle affirmed.  Then they both headed down to their respective
cabins.  Kyle was lying on his bunk going over the conversation that he
just had with Bill in his head, when he heard Bill's door open, then a
knock on Ryan's cabin.  He fell asleep before hearing Bill return to his
room.  He didn't sleep well, wondering what Bill and Ryan were doing so
long in Ryan's cabin


The Master and his Mate - by Deepdiver


CHAPTER 6 - Stormy Waters

Monday morning, Kyle was not his usual happy self.  Both Ryan and Bill
emerged from the same cabin.  They all had their first cup of coffee.

"Sleep well, Kyle?"  Ryan asked.

"Yep."  Kyle said, not wanting to start a conversation.

"Glad to hear, but you don't look like you normally look in the morning.
Is something bothering you?  Ryan continued.

"Nope."  Kyle curtly replied.  "So did you guys stay up all night
.... talking?"

Ryan looked over at Bill and Bill raised his head up from looking into his
cup of coffee and looked into Ryan's eyes then Ryan looked at Kyle and
said, "No, but we did sleep together."

"I see."  Kyle said taking his cup of coffee and walking out onto the lower
deck.

Both Ryan and Bill got up to follow him, but Ryan said, "Let me talk to him
first."

Ryan then went out on the lower deck and just stood next to Kyle for a
short while and then spoke slowly.

"Kyle, Bill didn't want to sleep alone and I emphasise the word - - s l e e
p - - alone last night.  He looks fine, but he's not fine.  He is very
fragile right now and didn't want to be alone.  Why he came to my room and
not yours, I don't know.  But what is important is that he needed someone
to be with him, he came to my door and I welcomed him into my bed.  If you
have a problem with that, I am sorry for you, but it is your problem not
mine - - nor Bill's."  Ryan said and then remained silent.

"You slept together?  Or you SLEPT together."  Kyle, obviously bothered by
what Ryan had said, asked.

"Kyle, I think I already answered that question; and besides even if he
wanted to have sex with me why should that be of any concern to you?
Unless you are jealous?  I think you owe me an apology."  Ryan said firmly.

Kyle remained silent.

"Kyle, don't make this into something larger than it is.  If you ever came
to my room, I would not turn you away.  Bill needed me last night.  I was
there for him.  I, I mean we, did not exclude you from anything."

Kyle just squeezed his eyes shut so tight that he looked like he was in
pain.  Finally he spoke.  "Mr Loud, I am sorry.  I don't know why I am
bothered by your sleeping together, I do know that I am confused, but I can
tell you that its more about me than about you two."

"For one, what's with the 'Mr.' malarkey (proof reader's word, not mine!)
all of a sudden?  We have been on a first name basis for weeks now; so call
me Ryan.  Second, its OK by me if you are confused.  You are a young man
and there is no law that says you have to have everything figured out.  And
third, as I said, Bill is very fragile right now, I think he needs us - -
and I mean us - - more right now.  So can we pay attention to his need
until he gets through the crisis without going aloft again?  Ryan said
soothingly.

"Sure boss, I'm sorry."  Kyle repeated but was still not sure where he
stood.

Bill went to work on the 'Mon Cheri' - - the yacht which was down a few
berths - - but promised to return for lunch.  Kyle and Ryan went out food
shopping and came back in time to prepare lunch.  They had passed by an
Italian deli and brought back a nice ring of Italian sausage and some
delicious Italian rolls.  Kyle cooked the sausage on the grill out on the
deck and Ryan fried some onions and peppers down in the galley.  When Bill
came back for lunch he saw Kyle and went over to him by the grill.

"Wow that smells great, Kyle.  Feeling better?  I'm sorry if it bothered
you last night that I slept in Ryan's room, but you did say you aren't
lovers and that you're not gay."  Bill explained.

"Yeah, I understand.  Sorry I acted like a jerk this morning.  So how long
have you known you were gay?"

"All my life I guess.  I don't remember a time that I didn't know that I
liked men more than women.  It's just that you hear all those names and the
jokes and you pick up pretty early you need to pretend to be something
other than what you are.  Before I ever really understood what it meant to
be attracted sexually to my own sex, I was being taught that being gay is a
sin and that all homosexuals are going to hell.  So I learned to hide it,
thinking it would eventually just go away.  But it never went away.  When I
was fifteen I told myself that when I became eighteen I would be like
everybody else.  No matter how I tried to be like others, I loved being
around guys and had no interest in girls.  I swear, I didn't choose it.  It
chose me!."  Bill tried explaining.

"So how did you tell your parents?"  Kyle inquired.

"Well, they kept pushing me to meet girls or were always setting me up on
blind dates.  It was kind of awful having to go out with those girls and
pretend and at the same time not want to hurt their feelings or get
involved.  Finally when my mother started pushing me again, I just blurted
it out.  She was horrified, but I felt this tremendous sense of release.
My Mom and Dad were yelling at me.  They wanted to put me in the psycho
ward and undergo some weird therapy, but I was feeling like this huge
burden had been taken off me.  When they saw that I wasn't just mixed up
and their prayers for a miracle weren't working, my Dad just said, he
wished I had never been born and told me never to come home again."  Bill
said sombrely.

"I can't begin to imagine that." Kyle said.

"Hey don't forget about those sausages!" Bill warned, pointing at one that
needed immediate attention..

Within minutes Ryan came up with a tray carrying the onions and peppers and
table ware.  He asked Bill to go down and get the iced tea and glasses from
the galley.

"All under control here, Kyle?"  Ryan asked.

"Aye, aye, Captain."  Kyle responded indicating that his emotions were
beginning to level off.

Ryan put his arm over his shoulder and whispered, "I'm glad you are feeling
better and you know my door is always open to you."

They had a pleasant meal after which Bill went back to work and Ryan went
into his office to attend his Monday clients.  Late in the afternoon Kyle
set an alarm clock and then took a nap so he would be fresh for his class.
Kyle left for his class around 6:30 p.m but couldn't concentrate on
anything that was being said and couldn't wait for the class to
end. Walking home around 9 p.m.  he saw Bill wave to him from the railings
of 'Mon Cheri.'

"Hey, come on over and we can watch a movie or something if you like."
Kyle called up.

Bill was down on the dock in a flash and the two walked together back to
the 'Gardie.'

Kyle heated some popcorn in the microwave while Bill turned on the TV and
looked over the movie collection.  When Kyle came in with the popcorn he
sat on the sofa with Bill and they began chatting and forgot about the
movie.

"So you're not uncomfortable being around a homo?"  Bill teased.

"No, some of my best friends are gay!" Kyle teased back.

"Oh come on, I'll bet you never even knew another gay guy."  Bill said.

"Well, Ryan is gay, I think."  Kyle stated.

"Oh come on, that old fart doesn't count."  Bill continued to tease.

"Hey don't call him that."  Kyle protested.

"Oh, I get it now, you like the daddy types?"  Bill said trying to get
Kyle's goat.

"Hey, I told you, I ain't no fag like you two."  Kyle said, his face
turning bright red.

"Who're you calling a fag?  I'll bet, you love having Ryan's dick plow your
ass furrow."  Bill said laughing and throwing a piece of popcorn at Kyle.
Kyle jumped on top of Bill and pinned his arms on the back of the sofa.

"Take it back.  You perverse male whore."  Kyle said firmly but with a big
grin on his face.  Bill suddenly pushed hard and Kyle lost his balance and
fell to one side and again they were into an all out wrestling match.  This
time Bill was able to pin Kyle to the floor and was lying prone on top of
him with his arms holding Kyle's arms outstretched.

"Let me up."  Kyle said.

"Not until you kiss me."  Bill responded.

"I'll never kiss your horse face."  Kyle teased.

"What's the matter?  Afraid that you might like it? That you might find out
that you are really gay too?"

"No, I'm not afraid.  No way am I gay.  Now get your hairy monkey face away
from me."  Kyle said, laughing.

"Kiss me first."  Bill said more softly.

Bill moved his face closer and closer to Kyle, while Kyle kept moving his
head back and forth saying over and over, "no way."  But when their lips
met, it was now Kyle that began to melt (except for his penis which began
to harden.)  The feel of Bill's lips on his own was incredible.  Their
mouths opened to one another and Kyle felt as if he were streaming down a
water slide as the wet, warm, silky sensations he was discovering took hold
of his being.  Kyle became his mouth and his mouth became ravenous with
lust for more and more of Bill.  The wrestling hold soon became the embrace
of two young men exploring the passions of wanting something that neither
could name nor describe, but driven forward towards each other as the fires
within grew in intensity.

When they finally broke the kiss they stared into each other's eyes.
"Damn, homosexuality IS contagious and I think you just infected me!"  Kyle
said before pulling Bill back into another prolonged oral exploration of
each other.  At first their tongue penetrations were hesitant and gentle
but later they became more aggressive and passionate.  When Bill sucked on
Kyle's tongue, the shock almost brought him to orgasm.  When Kyle sucked on
Bill's tongue he wanted to ingest him completely so as to have him inside
himself forever.  Finally, Bill interrupted the kisses and asked, "my cabin
or yours?"

"Neither, let's use Ryan's bed, its much larger than either of ours."  And
so, like a vampire, Bill with one kiss drew Kyle into the underworld of gay
sex; the thought of which terrorizes parents; that world of gay sex from
which no young man has ever returned willingly.

Once in Ryan's cabin, Bill removed Kyle's shirt, undoing it button by
button very slowly and then let it drop to the floor.  He gently kissed
Kyle's neck and shoulder.  Then he moved his lips down to his pec and
licked his teat before nibbling at it with his teeth.  Kyle shuddered with
ecstasy.  Then Bill slid his lips over the top of Kyle's smooth chest and
licked and sucked on the other teat.  Kyle again shuddered.  Bill then
stood straight and looked Kyle in the eyes before he moved his head closer
and their lips opened to one another.  They kissed for a very long time.

Bill knew that this was all new to Kyle and did not want to spook him by
moving too fast.  Kyle was so taken by each little step that he wanted to
prolong them as long as possible.  They embraced, then fell to their knees
without interrupting their locked lips.  They both thrilled at the feeling
of heat emanating from their crotches and their obvious hard ons rubbing
against one another.  The closer they came to removing their clothes, the
louder the beeps began.  When the beeps reached an irritating level, Kyle
could no longer ignore them and opened his eyes wide.  Damn, it was all a
dream!  Shit, I can't believe it ... .it was all so real ...

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