Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 20:47:27 +0000
From: andy macdonald <amcdld@hotmail.com>
Subject: West meets East

			      WEST MEETS EAST
			     by Andy Macdonald

			    amcdld@hotmail.com

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There was an almighty crash. The yacht shuddered and everything was
flung forward. I heard water rushing in and I disentangled myself from
Ajisaka and scrambled off the bunk. I tried to get up on deck but there
was a cascade of water pouring down the hatch which washed me back. I
knew for sure that we were sinking and I was pretty certain that I would
be trapped down below in the doomed yacht - they say that at the end you
re-live your life in a flash . . . .

. . . . . the Japanese port of Osaka was bustling with activity. People
crowding everywhere. Yachts covered with flags which fluttered and
crackled in the warm, stiff breeze which blew in from the sea. Hundreds
of people thronged the harbour eager to see the yachts but even more so
to see the piece de resistance, a huge windjammer that was also berthed
there, its masts towering over the port area, its rigging a web of wire
and rope in a complication that must puzzle even its own sailors. There
were three warships there too and so, mingling with the onlookers, were
hundreds of young sailors in their white uniforms. Proud and cocky they
strutted along the quayside intent on drawing the discreet glances of
the many pretty girls no doubt drawn to the docks by the thought of just
such diversions. They certainly drew a few discreet glances from me, the
sailors that is, not the girls!

This was the start of a major ocean yacht race across the Pacific from
Osaka all the way to Melbourne in Australia and although I had been
given a berth with the fleet I wasn't taking part in the race. I'm not
really into racing but prefer to make leisurely crossings of the oceans
visiting strange, exotic and out of the way places. I like to come and
go as and when the whim takes me and usually I sail single-handed
because of the many difficult experiences I've had cooped up with other
people, unable to get away from each other and subject to each other's
maddening foibles. I've lost more than one boyfriend that way!

When MOBY DICK and I'd arrived at the port the authorities must've
thought that we were part of the great race and had sent me to a berth
right in amongst the festivities. MOBY DICK by way is not my lover but
my 50ft ketch, a very comfortable, well appointed sailing yacht.

Apart from the Windjammer, the centre of activities seemed to be a
large, white motor vessel, a cross between a great yacht and a some sort
of research ship and she was wearing an ensign which I didn't recognise,
I couldn't fathom out which country she came from but it certainly
wasn't the Rising Sun of Japan. More like the Polish flag. People were
arriving for a party on board and there was a file of young cadets
lining the way to the gangway. They were extremely smart, dressed in
tight-fitting white uniform and carrying swords which they drew from
their scabbards and held aloft, forming an arch under which the guests
walked to reach the gangway. Their caps gave the lads a jaunty air as
they had large peaks which were angled over their eyes so that they had
to hold their heads high and proud. Someone must've had a great time
fitting out these young guys because the thin white material of their
uniforms fitted their slender bodies as snugly as a glove. They all had
high cheek bones and beautifully formed faces - a line of perfect,
highly disciplined young men, the cutest of young sailors. Oriental
though, certainly not Polish.

I stood and watched the ceremony, my eyes drawn to this guard of honour.
As they stood with their arms raised, holding the swords aloft, their
short monkey-jackets rode up and presented any onlooker who might be
interested in such a sight with as neat a line of the cutest, muscled
buttocks as anyone could wish for. I was one such and could hardly tear
my eyes away from the fit young men presenting their considerable assets
to the guests and the onlookers. As I stood admiring their trim young
bodies and cute, eager faces I caught the eye of one lad, I winked and
in return got a quick impish grin.

The last guests to arrive came in a very grand car which glided up and
stopped at the end of the Guard of Honour so that the VIP guest and his
smartly dressed wife could climb out of their limo and pass under the
arch of swords and on up to the party. Suddenly 'my' cadet's sword
slipped from his hands and clattered to the ground, narrowly missing the
VIP wife who just managed to dodge the weapon with a little shriek.

Once they had passed under the arch the instructor then gave some orders
and the honour guard sheathed their swords and fell out and the young
sailors then disappeared behind a building which screened them from the
ship. I strolled round after them in the hope of seeing the guys in a
less formal situation. Which I certainly did for as soon as they were
out of sight of authority the lads immediately crowded in around the
unfortunate guy who'd dropped his sword and had nearly decapitated Mrs
VIP. They crowded round and jostled him, taunting and jabbing at him.
The lad cowered away and tried to shield his head with his arms and I
could see that he was getting some pretty vicious punches. No one seemed
to be in charge of the lads now and I was afraid the victim was about to
be seriously hurt.

"HEY!" I bellowed, "HEY - Cut that out!"

The lads jerked round and looked at me in surprise, they stopped hitting
their victim and all went back to the forward gangway and climbed aboard
their ship. The sword-dropper limping slowly after them totally ignored
by his mates.

Poor guy. He'd fucked up and the other guys were obviously giving him a
hell of a time. Curiously enough he was the lad that I'd noticed, the
one that had given me that quick grin and who was, without doubt, the
cutest out of a very cute group of cadets.

That particular drama over I wandered around the quayside for a while,
taking a look at the souvenir stalls, listening to the shanty-singers
and enjoying the festival air that filled this part of the port. I
stopped for a beer and then decided to head back to my own yacht. I
still had a lot to do because I was soon to set out for a long ocean
passage across to the Philippines and I'd planned to sail out and watch
the start of the major race the next day and then continue on my own
route.

Almost as soon as I got back to the boat the ships' chandler's truck
rolled up with the stores that I'd ordered. The driver and his mate
carried the boxes on board and stacked them on deck and I set-to to stow
away a month's worth of victuals. It was a curious feeling working
around the deck with the crowd of onlookers gawping down from the
quayside, a bit like being an animal in a zoo. Lots of pointing and
exclamations of interest and amazement. I felt that I ought to be
putting on a show for them - perhaps I was. Several groups of cadets,
from the training ship and from the big square-rigger paused in their
stroll along the jetty, presumably enjoying the sight of someone else
working for a change.

Once I'd got everything stowed away I decided to have a shower, change
and go ashore for a good solid meal, I'd heard that the rather grand
yacht club served good food, which turned out to be the case. After
eating I strolled into the ancient city, visited three different bars
and enjoyed the bustle and sense of fiesta which filled the place. I
knew that there was a long day to come and so around midnight I wandered
back to the yacht, went aboard and turned in.

At some stage in the night a noise woke me, as any single-handed sailor
will tell you, any unusual noise in the boat will bring him to an
instant state of alertness. I glanced at my watch, 4.15am. I listened
intently but I couldn't identify anything unusual and whatever it was
had stopped. I soon drifted back into deep sleep.

Today was the start of the major race and time for my own departure. I
bustled around the yacht, brewed up some coffee made myself a quick,
simple breakfast then I went right around below decks securing
everything, checking all the ports were tight shut, checking the small
engine room and generally preparing everything for sea. Then it was time
to go. I prepared the docking lines and slipped them with some help from
onlookers on the quay, then easing the engine into gear I slowly
manoeuvred away from the dock and out into the harbour. Once clear I
brought the fenders and lines back aft, opened the hatch to the
lazarette and dropped the gear down into it.

The lazarette. Curious name that. It is what yachtsmen call the below
deck stowage at the stern into which so much gear is stowed. Unless
you're careful it becomes a dangerous tangle of ropes mixed up with
outboard engines, buckets, spare sheets, boarding ladders - you name it,
it's down there. The name comes from the area where they segregated the
lepers - or so I'm told! Anyway, I chucked everything down there in a
heap reckoning to sort it all out when I got to sea and was in clear,
open water. Just now I was dodging about nine hundred craft ranging from
ocean racers to bath tubs. The sea was crowded with every type of marine
conveyance, out to watch the start of the race.

I stopped the yacht in an area close to the starting ship, but clear of
the line that the racing yachts would take and had a great view of the
huge, powerful boats as they powered across the line, jockeying for the
best position as the gun fired, despite the fact that they had a whole
ocean to cross and some thirty days of racing ahead of them.

After the start I followed their course but even though I could use my
engine and they had to rely on sails only, they leapt away from me and I
was soon plodding across the sea on my own. For which I was quite
thankful. That's how I like the sea to be, empty, to enjoy its
tranquillity or its anger whichever it decided to throw at me.

Now that there was no longer the need to dodge other craft I could
settle down, set sail and set up the navigation. Because we were getting
clear of the coast it was safe to let the autohelm steer the boat and I
set the course and watched whilst 'George' settled down and steered the
boat - with much better concentration than I ever showed. I climbed out
of the cockpit and freed the tiers holding the mainsail to the boom,
then taking my time I hauled the heavy sail aloft on its halyard winch.
I set the sheet and then hauled the genoa aft, out of its tightly packed
roll around the forestay. MOBY DICK shook herself and came alive, a
proper sailing yacht at last, heeling over to the fresh breeze and
reaching along at a good seven knots. I killed the engine and breathed a
sigh of relief as the roar of the diesel died away and the boat changed
from its rather jumpy motion under power to the steady roll and pitch of
a sailing yacht.

Then I spent some time at the nav station plotting my course on the
passage chart, setting up waypoints and getting the latest weather
charts which I studied carefully. Happily the weather we looked like
getting for the next few days seemed to be going to allow for a peaceful
start to the voyage. Having attended to the navigational matters I
realised I was hungry, having only had a light breakfast, so I went into
the galley and prepared myself a goodly bowl of pasta which I rounded
off with a cheesecake I'd bought the previous day. I rinsed the dishes
and then spent a bit of time listening to the radio, catching up on the
world news. By the time I'd finished pottering about down below and
fixed our position on the chart I realised we'd been under way for eight
hours already and had covered sixty odd miles and that it would soon be
dark. Before night fell I went up on deck to finish the final tidying up
of the boat, stowing away the gear I'd just stashed away temporarily on
leaving harbour.

Then I got the shock of my life.

I opened the hatch above the lazarette and there, crouched among the
jumble of gear was a bedraggled figure. A stowaway! Fuck!! Not at all
what I needed. I gazed down at the wretched figure. I yelled down:

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING ON MY
BOAT?"

I was really mad. Having got well clear of the port and settled down on
passage I most certainly did not want to have to turn round and beat
back into the wind all the way back to Osaka. Plus I reckoned there'd be
huge amounts of hassle from the immigration authorities, customs and who
knows who else.

"YOU MISERABLE BASTARD," I bellowed to which he replied by being seasick
all over the ropes and gear in the lazarette.

"Dirty little bastard! Get up here on deck!!" And I motioned violently
for him to come up on deck.

With difficulty he struggled up out of the lazarette and stood, swaying,
in front of me. A shivering, shaking 5' 3" bundle of terrified humanity.
And then he was sick again, all over my feet.

"You dirty, puking, filthy heap of S H I T!" I bellowed at him. "Get
back down there, get that gear out on deck and scrub off all that vomit.
NOW"

He just stood shaking with terror, totally cowed, his head sunk down,
not daring to look at me. I was very angry and lunged towards him, he
cowered away covering his head, certain that I was going to hit him but
there was no way I could strike such a small defenceless scrap of
woebegone humanity.

"Can you speak English?"

No reply.

"D o you s p e a k E n g l i s h ?" I repeated loudly and slowly.

He shrugged his shoulders despondently, still staring down at the deck.

Nice one, I thought. Some dockyard rat stowed away on my boat, unable to
speak English. What the hell was I going to do? I sure as hell didn't
want to deliver him back. And I was sure as hell he was going to clean
up the mess of vomit - and worse - that he'd made in my lazerette.
Fortunately there was a deck-scrubber and a bucket not too far down the
jumble of gear and I reached for them from the deck. I mimed dragging
out the gear and thrust the scrubber at him. He glanced up at me, his
face terrified, green tinged and glistening with sweat. He staggered
over to the rail and was violently sick again, this time into the sea. I
had to grab him by the waistband of his filthy white slacks in order to
stop him being thrown over the side. An automatic gesture, though for a
split second I wondered why I'd bothered. When he'd stopped heaving, I
spun him round again and roughly shoved the scrubber at him. I grabbed a
coil of sick-covered rope and heaved it up on deck and, with him feebly
holding the brush, worked his arms in a scrubbing motion. He got the
message and for the next half hour, with me standing over him he dragged
all the gear up on deck, including a sorry looking kitbag which must've
been his own stuff, and cleaned up the mess.

Then I pushed him back down into the empty space and, grabbing the
bucket, sent several loads of seawater down on top of him and all around
the stowage area, feebly he washed down the space and then struggled up
on deck again for another long, gut-wrenching vomit before clambering
back down again to finish off the cleaning.

By now my initial rage at finding him and finding the state he'd got my
boat into, was dieing down. I began to feel some pity for this miserable
specimen of dockyard dross. Or was he dockyard dross? I took a close
look at him, at the filthy clothes he was wearing and suddenly realised
that he must be one of the cadets from the large training ship I'd seen
in the port. I stared closely at the frightened young face, surely I'd
seen him before - yea he was that lad in the Guard of Honour, the lad
who'd dropped his sword, the one who I'd had to stop the other guys from
giving him a beating.

He certainly didn't look the proud young cadet now, just a woebegone,
sodden scrap of human misery. I stared at him as he stood cowering and
trembling in front of me.

"OK Listen. I'm going to have to turn round and get you back to your
ship. You're a bloody nuisance because that means I've got to return to
Osaka."

The young wretch looked up and shook his head violently, tears streaming
down his face:

"O s a k a ? Not Osaka. Plees, thank you, not Osaka."

"Huh?"

"Not Osaka" he mumbled and his trembling turned into uncontrolled spasms
of shaking and tears continued to stream down his face. For almost the
first time he dared to look up into my eyes, his own filled with
pleading:

"Plees, thank you not Osaka. Plees . . . plees . . . thank you . . ."

I stood and looked at him, the bundle of misery in filthy, tattered
remnants of what had once been a smart white uniform. Covered in dirt,
streaked with vomit and soaking wet. Shit, what to do? The lad was
obviously terrified at the prospect of being dumped back into the port,
he must have run away from his ship - which incidentally I'd discovered
was an Indonesian Cadet training ship.

"Yes, well, you may not want to go back but back you're going to have to
go," I told him, pretty sure that he wouldn't understand a word I'd
said.

I left him standing on the aft deck and stepped down into the cockpit
where I winched in the genoa before going down below and starting the
engine. I came back up, disconnected the self-steering gear and turned
the boat round, back into the wind. I heard a scuffling sound and
whipped round to see the wretched lad slide across the deck and without
moving a hand to stop himself just slide under the guardrail into the
sea.

SHIT. "Man Overboard!!" I shouted the two words out loud, automatically,
even though there was no one else on board to hear them. I threw the
boat out of gear, flung off the main sheet and wheeled the yacht round
in a tight circle, managing to bring her up stopped, close to the young
body flailing in the water. I wrenched the trigger off the small
life-saving buoy mounted on the stern and it dropped into the water
right beside the lad. For a second I thought he was going to be too
dumb, too frightened or too stupid to do anything to save himself but
fortunately self-preservation prevailed and he paddled his way over to
the life-ring and hoisted himself into it. I rushed forward and dropped
the mainsail, stopped the engine and sat down to think. But not for
long. The guy had to be got back on board and sorted out. By the general
state of him, even with the warm sea temperature there was a risk that
he'd start to suffer from hypothermia or something.

The life-buoy was still connected to the yacht by a light line which I
used to manoeuvre it and its bedraggled contents round to the stern
where there was a folding boarding ladder. I pulled out its pin and the
lower half dropped into the sea, I pointed and, to my relief, the lad
managed to struggle out of the buoy and scramble his way up the ladder
and back on board.

"YOU REALLY ARE ONE HELL OF A STUPID LITTLE SOD!!!" I bellowed at him.

By now he really was in a state. Totally soaked, gasping with cold and
fright he just looked up at me in abject misery and fear. His dark,
almond-shaped eyes now wide and huge and pleading for mercy.

Well whatever decisions I was going to make as to his future, humanity
dictated that I needed to do something immediate. As the poor wretch
stood trembling in front of me I pulled off his shoes and socks, undid
the buttons of his uniform jacket and drew it off his shoulders, then
unbuckled his belt and stripped down his white slacks. I peeled off his
t-shirt and dragged down his briefs so that he stood naked and
vulnerable in front of me. Then I picked up his small body in both arms,
treating him like a small child I carried him down into the saloon and
placed him on one of the bunk-seats. Then I went into the fo'c'sle,
grabbed a sleeping bag which I unzipped and threw it over his shivering
body. Back up on deck I seized the bucket that we'd used to clean up the
lazarette and dumped it down on the deck beside him as he lay curled up
in a tight little ball.

"If you're going to go on puking you can use this OK?" and I held the
bucket up to his face, grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his head
into it so's he'd get the message loud and clear. He nodded dismally.

I went and sat in the cockpit while I thought out what I was going to
do. The cadet was from an Indonesian training ship. He was obviously so
determined not to go back that he was prepared to jump into the sea,
which he must have know was very likely to get himself drowned. He was
definitely the same lad that I'd seen being bullied by the other cadets
with the full knowledge and tacit agreement of the instructor. OK then,
if that was the way he wanted it, and the last thing that I wanted was
to have to struggle all the way back to port - then we'd sail on.

I went to the mast and sorted out the jumble of gear left after I'd
dropped the mainsail in a hurry and hoisted it once again, then from the
cockpit I unfurled the genoa, set up the course on the auto-pilot and
trimmed the sheets. MOBY DICK set off once again with a steady gait
while I tidied up around the deck. Once I was satisfied everything was
under control I went down to the nav station and set up the radar and
its anti-collision system which would give me a warning alarm if we were
on a collision course with any other vessel. By now I was tired. I had
established in myself a routine whilst still close to land such that I
would take cat-naps whilst sitting in the navigator's seat and able to
half open an eye to check the radar whilst from time to time sticking my
head up through the hatch to sweep all round the horizon for any ships
that might be a problem. This I did for most of the night. From time to
time, too, I took a look at my wretched stowaway but he remained in deep
sleep, no doubt recovering from his various recent violent excursions.
Happily he seemed to have stopped being sick.

As dawn broke I had a check around the horizon and then went below for a
shower. Washed, refreshed and in a set of clean clothes I realised I was
very hungry so crossed over to my galley and started to cook myself a
substantial breakfast. There was quite a bit of motion on the yacht but
I was well used to that and soon had some bacon sizzling in the pan,
then I fried two eggs and made some toast, delicious smells that excited
my taste buds. Something made me glance up - two dark eyes peered
mournfully across the saloon at me. I'd almost forgotten my stowaway
curled up in his sleeping bag like a small frightened animal. I wondered
when he'd last had any food, he must surely be seriously hungry by now.

"Do you want something to eat?" I enquired, forgetting that he didn't
seem to understand any English.

But he must've understood my meaning because he sat up and nodded
slowly. I grabbed another egg which I fried and slapped between two bits
of bread and butter and passed it across to him. He took the sandwich
with delicate hands and wolfed it down, almost in one great gulp.

Not wise. Seconds later he puked it back up into the bucket.

Hmmm, we had a problem here.

I got a glass of water and went across to his bunk, the lad cringed away
from me in fear and suddenly I felt a great pang of sympathy for him.

"OK, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Here, you need a bit of
help."

I handed him the glass and he sipped a little water. I stroked his
forehead and waited while he slowly sipped more water. He was trembling
again. I re-filled the glass and put it beside him in the holder by the
bunk before returning to the galley to clear up. Then it was time for
another check of the horizon so I went up on deck, I spent a bit of time
adjusting the sheets and had to go forward to free a rope. To my horror
while I was up there I saw a thin, naked brown figure slide out of the
hatch, up on deck and over to the leeward rail. The stupid little sod's
going to make a dive for it again, I thought and leapt back aft to grab
him but before I got to him I could see that all he wanted was to have a
piss, he crouched on the side deck to relieve himself and then slithered
quickly back down below - where he puked into his bucket.

I was becoming very concerned. My anger at suddenly finding I had a
stowaway was turning into worry about the state he was getting into, he
couldn't have eaten anything since the time he'd come on board and
hidden away in the lazarette however long ago that had been, then he'd
suffered shock from being overboard and he'd been continuously seasick
for nearly twenty-four hours. Whether he liked it or not and whether I
did or not, I was very soon going to have to get some outside help for
this lad. After considering the problem for a while I decided to wait
until midday and if his condition hadn't improved I'd have to put in
somewhere and land him - with all the complications with customs and
immigration which that would involve.

I continued with the routine I always used when sailing close to the
shore, cat-napping and horizon watching interspersed with various
ship-keeping jobs and after a while I realised that the sounds of
vomiting down below had stopped and whenever I looked over to where my
stowaway was curled up on the bunk, his large dark eyes were following
me, gazing at me as a young puppy would follow its master's movements.
He was a bloody nuisance, a real Jonah, and he'd caused me grief but on
the other hand a part of me continued to feel sorry for his obvious
wretchedness. I smiled at him but that caused him to look away
hurriedly. The glass beside his bunk was empty now so I re-filled it and
replaced it, then went back into the galley and grabbed a handful of dry
biscuits which I gave to him, he was reluctant to take them but I
insisted. Tentatively he took one and nibbled at it. We were both
relieved to find that it stayed down, he grabbed another and stuffed it
into his mouth and in no time at all the biscuits had gone. I thought
about getting him some more but decided to see if he kept that lot down.

The breeze held and MOBY DICK was sailing well. We were away from the
shipping lanes and I was soon able to relax and not have to keep a semi
constant lookout for other boats. I sat in the cockpit working out what
I was going to do with my uninvited passenger, my Jonah - and what I'd
cook for lunch. There was no doubt from his violent reaction that the
last thing he wanted was to be returned to Osaka. My next intended
stopover was Iliolo probably at least 25 days away. I guessed I'd better
just see what panned out, if his state of health improved, if I could
get to talk to him.

I went below into the galley and rousted out some stuff to make myself a
curry. Curry and rice . . . rice . . . hmm, yes, these little tykes ate
rice like there was no tomorrow, rice every day and three times a day if
possible, I'd make a double, no, a triple portion of rice. I stood at
the stove and worked away under the constant and almost unblinking
scrutiny from the bundle on the bunk. When the rice was cooked I put a
heap of it into a bowl, grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the drawer and
went over to hand them to my Jonah. He peered into the bowl of steaming
rice and looked up at me and his eyes were filled with a heart-wrenching
look of gratitude. He held the bowl up to his face and those chop-sticks
went into overdrive, with a lot of slurping the rice disappeared at an
unbelievable rate. Poor little guy, he hadn't eaten anything other than
a handful of biscuits since who knew when, he peered into the empty bowl
then up at me again, I realised that he didn't dare to plead but I knew
what he wanted. However I wasn't sure that the rice that he'd just
vacuumed up at such a frantic speed was going to stay put and I thought
that for both our sakes he'd better wait awhile before eating anything
more.

I doled out my own curry and rice and ate it slowly. Each mouthful, each
movement of my spoon was followed minutely by those almond-shaped eyes.

"What's your name?" I asked slowly.

There was no reply.

"W h a t is y o u r n a m e?" slower still. Still no reply.

OK then pidgin stuff.

I pointed to myself, "A n d y", I said, "A n d y". I pointed at him,
"You?"

He was trembling again now that my attention was focused directly on
him.

"Ajisaka" he whispered pointing at himself, "Ajisaka."

"D o y o u s p e a k E n g l i sh?"

"No eenglis, solly no eenglis" he answered.

"C o m e h e r e," I beckoned. He understood what I meant and hoisted
himself out of the bunk and started to fiddle about with some of the
gear out of his bag which I'd flung down on the deck beside him.

"Leave that," I commanded, "it's all soaking wet anyway. C o m e h e r
e!"

He came and stood in front of me, naked, shivering and ashamed, with his
hands clasped across his genitals.

"What a dreadful state you're in," I muttered at him and went into the
fo'c'sle, rummaged around in a drawer and found a small pair of white
nylon shorts - a souvenir from a previous "guest" who'd spent a few
memorable days on board! As I held up the shiny shorts my mind wandered
for a moment . . .

. . . I'd met this young guy in a bar full of young sailors which I'd
found almost by mistake, just a hunch as I slowly trailed after a cute
young guy who rolled along with a very slight mincing gait. He swayed up
to this dark doorway and rang the bell, the door opened and as he walked
in I followed close behind. The dimly lit room was full of young men
with short haircuts, a few in sexy white uniforms and a few others in
tank-tops and tight shorts. There was a lot of young muscle about, taut
thighs, firm round butts, the room smelt raunchy, the hot, sweaty, sexy
aroma of male stud. I decided to stay. As I ordered a drink this really
cute young guy, one of the skimpily dressed ones, sidled up to me and
looked hopeful so I bought him a drink too. He latched on like a limpet
and after about four more drinks he was openly feeling me up, rubbing
the palm of his hand across my fly and licking his lips, it was all too
obvious that he wanted some and I wasn't too unhappy at the idea of
getting into his pants. I'd had a good look at his cute round rump -
very fuckable. Turned out his name was Bruce and he was playing 'Hunt
the sailor', so I took him back to the boat.

I brought Bruce onto the yacht and he immediately started to act the
male slut big time, we started kissing and making out and he was
fumbling with my zipper in a hell of a hurry, just couldn't wait to see
what I'd got for him. I soon had Bruce's shorts down without the
slightest fuss and he wriggled his rump provocatively, so down came his
red silk briefs. He turned around and sat on my lap, he legs spread wide
apart and he continued to kiss me passionately, I was soon reaching
round behind him and sliding my fingers up and down the deep, damp
valley between those sexy buttocks, tapping a finger on his twitching
ring then easing it into the clenching anus. In no time I was working
two, and then three of my fingers up the young man's behind. After I'd
done this for a while, I made Bruce lean forward, moving him off my lap
and unsnapping my own jeans and then unzipping them. When I told him to
sit back again, I knew he could feel something hot and hard touching his
opening. He gave me a lascivious look, his eyes hooded, I told him to
just relax and that it would be no different than when I'd used my
fingers and I could tell that Bruce didn't need convincing of that. He
was more than ready, eager for the penetration that he knew was soon
going to happen very soon.

I took Bruce by the shoulders, holding him in place, all the while
whispering dirty things into his ear. I positioned the tip of my penis
so it touched Bruce's puckered hole and I just knew that he could hardly
wait for me to make my next move. I tightened my grip on his shoulders
and forced him downward at the same time thrusting upward with my hips.
I knew that Bruce might feel a jolt of pain as my man-sized tool was
thrust all the way inside him in one long, deep thrust, but he moaned
out not in agony but in a surge of lustful pleasure. I was filled with
desire to plunge in and out of this sluttly ass but was considerate
enough to wait at that point, giving the young man's anus time to adjust
to the intrusion, but soon I moved my hands down to Bruce's waist.

Then I began to lift the young man up and down, pulling him right up and
then impaling him deeply again on my invading erection. I didn't need to
tell Bruce to help out and do some of the work himself, I didn't need to
encourage the eager young slut to work his sweating body up and down on
my penis, he did as his frantic brain was telling him and he felt that
beautiful thing sliding in and out of him, invading his rectum and
rubbing the itch that so filled him with joy. After a few minutes of
this action, I could feel my sperm boiling up for release and then I
jammed my cock all the way into Bruce's ass. This obviously pleasured
Bruce even more as my dick drove further inside him probably further
than he'd ever been penetrated before. And then the dam broke. I jammed
the eager young ass onto my throbbing pole and I felt the surges of my
semen shoot deep into his eager body. As I sat panting and moaning with
the aftershock of my tremendous orgasm, Bruce's small but rigid dick
spurted out its own load of hot white sperm, all over his lap and it
dribbled down between his thighs onto my crotch. I grabbed the first
thing I could find, his pair of shiny nylon shorts and wiped up the
smelly, spermy mess. Of course he couldn't go ashore in that
spunk-stained garment so I had to find him a clean pair of mine . . .

"Here, put these on." I handed Ajisaka the shiny nylon shorts which he
stepped into. They were small and clung tightly to his body but they'd
do for the moment. At least they gave him some decency.

"How do you feel?" I asked but immediately realised that he wouldn't
understand.

I thought he'd be better up on deck for a while, get some fresh air into
his lungs so I reached out to grab his hand but he flinched away, he was
obviously still terrified of me. I put my hands on his shoulders and
gently propelled him over to the ladder and motioned upwards, he climbed
up ahead of me and my eyes were filled with a close-up of his cheeky
little nylon-clad ass. For the first time since I'd found him I began to
feel a returning surge of the sexual interest I'd felt back in Osaka.

He really was quite beautiful, a young oriental guy, in the prime of his
sexual life. He had a pretty young face with the soft, flawless skin
that any girl would be overjoyed to have. His eyes were perfection,
slanting and almond-shaped, topped by thick black eyebrows and black
eyelashes and his high cheekbones somehow gave him an air of cheekiness
and innocence. He had beautifully shaped hands with long fingers which
moved delicately almost as a young girl's would. A slender neck, well
formed shoulders, a long narrow back and the most perfect bottom I'd
seen for the longest time - plump, muscled and ultimately fuckable, an
ass that was just made to be investigated, gently prepared and then
fucked stupid. I just knew he would have the most perfect little anus,
tight and round and able to grip a penetrating penis like a vacuum
cleaner.

My Jonah clambered up on deck and over to the side for another piss, he
then came back into the cockpit and sat there. We looked at each other.

"Osaka?" I said, pointing back over the stern.

Jonah reacted violently, "

"Not Osaka. Not Osaka. Plees, thank you, not Osaka."

Same story as before. What then? Did he want to stay on board?

"Other port?" This time I pointed over the side of the yacht.

No reaction.

"Not Osaka?" I asked him.

"Not, not, not Osaka. Not Osaka. Plees, thank you, not Osaka."

"You stay here?" I pointed down at the boat. Again there was no
reaction, just a worried, puzzled look. I tried several ways to get
across my question but by now he'd withdrawn again into a sort of trance
of misery and fright so I decided that it was best to leave it for the
time being.

I pointed at myself again "A n d y" I said slowly as a sort of signing
off gesture.

"Ajisaka" he replied and he suddenly stood up, bowed down low in front
of me so that the upper half of his body was horizontal, he repeated the
bow twice more and with a pleading look formally extended his small hand
towards mine.

I grasped his hand and shook it. He looked up at me with a solemn
expression, "Andy" he whispered.

"Ajisaka" I answered - we were now formally introduced.

I left Ajisaka sitting in the cockpit while I did a slow patrol of the
deck, checking the running rigging, making sure nothing was chaffing,
rubbing against something else and destroying both in the continuous
dipping and rolling of the hull. As he had done down below, Ajisaka's
eyes followed my every movement.

My tour of inspection over I climbed down below and Ajisaka stood and
was about to follow me. I gestured to him to stay up on deck, I reckoned
he needed more lungfuls of good, fresh sea air. Also I wanted to see
what he would do, left on his own on deck, if he was going to make
another dive into the sea, then best to find out sooner rather than
later. Happily all was well for he just sat up there, peering down into
the saloon, trying to follow my movements. Which he couldn't because I
went into the head with a book. When I came out I glanced up, all was
well, his small figure was still sitting in the cockpit and, glancing at
his cute little face, I could see that his natural colour had returned.
The glistening, sweaty pallor had gone.

I went into the galley and boiled up a pan of water. I'd not allowed the
lad much rice and knew that he still had to be very hungry so I cooked
up a double portion of rice, whacked it into a large bowl and added the
left-overs from the curry I'd made for myself. I handed up the bowl to
Ajisaka who I could tell was trying not to gobble the food but I'd been
right, he was still very hungry and everything disappeared.

"Sank you A n d y", he whispered as he made another deep bow and handed
down the empty bowl a few moments later.

How old was this lad? At times he looked to be about fourteen at others
quite a lot older, I have always found it difficult to judge the age of
Orientals but if he was a cadet in a marine college he was probably in
his late teens.

"H o w o l d a r e you?" I asked.

Puzzled look and no reply.

I pointed at my chest and opened and closed my hands twice in front of
his face and then held up eight fingers. Puzzled look. I made the
gesture again, two lots of ten fingers and then five plus three then I
pointed at Ajisaka. He nodded then opened and closed his hands twice.

"Twenty?" I said and repeated the gesture, two lots of ten figures.
Ajisaka nodded and repeated the double display. So, he was twenty years
old, twenty and cute as a button.

I decided that my now rapidly recovering stowaway might as well do a bit
of work, if he'd been in a marine training ship he must at least know
how to keep a look out. I stood in front of him and turned slowly
around, my hand held above my eyes, very obviously looking around the
horizon, then I pointed at Ajisaka. I took his hand and he flinched but
did not resist, I held it above his eyes and swung his head slowly from
side to side and pointed at him again. He nodded vigorously, stood up
and gazed all round the horizon just as I had done, then he pointed at
himself. He looked at me eagerly. I nodded - and patted him on the bum.
For encouragement. Then I went down below and decided to have a look at
his gear, I opened up the mouth of his small kit bag and shook out its
contents over the saloon deck. A sodden jumble of clothing fell out plus
a packet wrapped up tightly in a plastic bag, I didn't want to pry into
his private affairs so I went up into the cockpit and handed the thing
to him.

"Open it," I said pointing at the package.

He undid the plastic and brought out a wallet and his passport. I held
out my hand and he offered them to me. I opened his passport, which
fortunately had been kept dry by the plastic and I riffled through it
and found that, sure enough, he was Ajisaka and the details were
accompanied by a convict-like passport photo. I handed it back and then
went back down below to check his clothing again. It was all soaking wet
so I rummaged through my own gear and found an old t-shirt and a fleecy
which I handed up to him.

Ajisaka made no attempt to follow me down below but stood in the cockpit
obviously alert and looking out across the sea. Good, I thought, he
understands that he's got to keep a lookout, then I went into my cabin
abaft the saloon, stripped off down to my underwear and rolled
thankfully into my bunk for the first proper sleep I'd had since we'd
left Osaka the day before. I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit
the pillow, somehow I knew that he would keep a proper lookout, I had
confidence in Ajisaka.

I had a vivid and very sexy dream in which Ajisaka floated in and out, I
started to strip him out of his skin-tight cadet uniform but each time
things looked like they might get interesting he slipped out of the
dream. Then I felt light fingers caressing my face, fluttering
delicately over my ears . . . I was awake. Ajisaka was indeed lightly
stroking my face, standing beside my bunk. When he saw that I was awake
he made another of his horizontal bows:

"T e a f o r A n d y" he whispered softly and handed me a mug. Good lad
I thought, he must've watched me in the galley and had brewed up a cup
of tea. It was weak and without milk and sugar but never mind, he wasn't
to know how I liked it - yet - and anyway it was a nice gesture.

I realised that it was dark and I looked at my watch. Midnight! I
must've slept for seven hours. Poor kid, if he'd stayed up on deck
keeping a lookout for all that time he must be exhausted, especially
after all that had happened to him since we'd sailed. I jumped out of
the bunk.

"OK Ajisaka, you've done a great job." I told him. He couldn't have
understood me fully but I reckoned he got the gist because he grinned
proudly with yet another bow. All this bowing made me feel like some
sort of god.

"Now it's time for you to get some sleep," I said and gently turned him
around and pushed him over to where his sleeping bag lay on the saloon
seat. I felt inside it, it was cold so he obviously hadn't been hiding
away down below.

"In you get," I said, opening it up and giving him a gentle nudge. He
wriggled out of the shorts and into the sleeping bag and, just as I had
done, he fell into an instant deep sleep. I stood there for a short
while looking at the cute, innocent face with its almond shaped eyes and
high cheek bones. And wondered.

The water in the kettle was still hot so I made another cup of tea -
with milk and sugar and took over the watch. I'd had a really good sleep
and now I enjoyed sailing through the night, the stars were unbelievably
bright, there was phosphorescence in the sea and MOBY DICK was revelling
in the perfect sailing conditions - and now I was sailing with someone
who just might prove to be a very exciting companion, merely looking at
his small, cute and perfectly formed body gave me the hots. Seeing him
in the soft, tight nylon shorts that I'd lent him - Yessss! What
potential, but I had to go slowly, the lad was scared enough as it was.
I wasn't about to rape him and anyway I reckon sex is no fun if it's
just one way. I fantasized gently throughout the night while down below
the object of my fantasies slept the sleep of the innocent. Several
times during the night I went below and looked down at his sleeping
figure. His pretty young face was totally relaxed, his breathing deep
and regular, the deep sleep he was enjoying was obviously repairing some
of the trauma that he'd been through recently.

But was he straight or was it just possible, as I fervently hoped, was
he gay? Was he a virgin or perhaps he was a randy young cock with a
string of female conquests? I didn't think that was so, he had an air of
young innocence about him that was naive and refreshing but that
innocence was a problem because I do have a conscience. Even though I
lusted after this cute young intruder's body, even though I longed to
drag his tight, shiny shorts down and expose his private parts he had to
want to enjoy my attentions, had to get the same sexual thrills that I
knew would course through my own body as I kissed and smelt and licked
my way into mutual man-sex.

He had to be one of the prettiest little guys I'd ever seen. I'm always
totally turned on by young oriental guys and this cute example had the
most beautiful, sad almond-shaped eyes with a sort of magnetic
attraction which seemed to draw you back when you tried to look away. I
couldn't stop staring into those almost hypnotic eyes. When he smiled it
was a smile that was as if a light had been turned on, his whole face
lit up, his perfect white teeth accentuated his cute male beauty. I
looked at Ajisaka now, he had thrown open the sleeping bag. From on deck
I was out of range of those magnetic eyes, so I could finally check out
the rest of him at my leisure. It just got better and better. This young
man had a petite body but was strongly muscled. He was wearing my tight,
clean white t-shirt that hugged every inch of his chest, strong
shoulders and biceps. The thin white cotton didn't leave anything to the
imagination as it stretched over him, rising sharply over two hard
nipples, and dipping gently in the middle. This t-shirt had been washed
and dried a whole lot of times and it rode up short at his stomach. As
he sat there a thin stripe of lightly tanned belly showed between
t-shirt and his shorts. His stomach was so taut that the skin there
didn't even fold as he sat and I could see his perfect little navel,
which was perched on top of a very slight black arrow of wispy hair that
straggled into the shorts that were so short on him that the tips of the
front pockets poked down an inch below the leg openings and sat
plastered against his hard-muscled, hairless legs.

I was in a major dilemma. Lust battled against conscience.

Dawn broke and at about six o'clock I went below to cook breakfast. I
knew what I was going to have but just didn't know about Ajisaka, nor
did I know how I was going to be able to find out, it was obvious that
the lad was virtually unable to speak English, things would have to be
done by mime.

First of all I checked over the engine, oil level, cooling water and
stuff, then fired it up to put a charge into the batteries after their
night's use and to give us a supply of hot water. The engine racket woke
Ajisaka and when I glanced over at his bunk there were two beady eyes
peering at me out of his solemn, anxious face. I could tell that he was
still very frightened of me and, I thought, scared at the possibility
that I might decide after all to put him ashore.

I smiled and he immediately responded with a tentative grin. I winked at
him and the grin broadened.

"Good morning, Ajisaka."

"Good - good - goodmorning Mister Andy" he mumbled.

He smiled nervously at me and climbed up on deck where he took a long
piss over the side.

"You want to eat?" I asked him making knife and fork movements.

He nodded enthusiastically but then hesitated, I watched while he went
into a mime. For a moment I didn't get it but then suddenly realised
that he was miming a shower - washing himself. OK, the little guy wanted
to take a shower so I led him into the head, explained the operation of
the pump and levers and opened a locker to get him a towel, showed him
the soap and the shampoo and then left him to it. I tried to mime
sparing use of water but that left him looking worried and perplexed. Oh
what the hell, I'd rather have him clean around the boat and I had a
very efficient reverse osmosis water purifying plant that made enough
for a full crew of six and we were only two. He was in the head for an
age and I could hear water splashing around like crazy, eventually he
emerged looking much happier, all glowing and tousle-haired. I pointed
to him:

"Now you want food?" I asked him, "what do you want to eat?" .

No reply.

I held up an egg, "you want egg?"

Ajisaka looked doubtful.

I shook the rice packet. "Rice?"

He nodded vigorously.

OK then, rice it would be - until we ran out of rice. But what to put
with the rice, I was quite sure that even an oriental couldn't exist on
just rice, they must eat something with it. I thought about various
dishes I'd come across. Hey, how about Nasi Gouring? Right, I'd give him
rice for breakfast and make a pot of rice with chicken and some fresh
vegetables later on. The breakfast rice was a great success and got
itself vacuumed up in quick time while I sat down at the table and
enjoyed scrambled eggs and bacon. I handed Ajisaka a mug of plain, weak
tea which as he leant back to drain it I noticed that the movement
pulled his shirt up an extra six inches on his stomach and forced his
biceps and chest to flex, then he stood up and pulled the shorts down by
the legs where they must have been binding and clinging to his manhood.

Then, even before I'd finished, Ajisaka slid into the galley and started
on the dishes. I watched and he made a really good job of cleaning up
the whole area which I'm afraid I'd left in a great mess after cooking
the last three meals. In no time it was as clean as I could have wished
for, what was more I'd looked into the head wondering what sort of a
state he might have left it in - again clean as a whistle - cleaner than
it'd been for quite a while.

I spent that morning up on deck, there were a number of small
maintenance jobs to be done, a couple of ropes had lost their whippings
and the ends would soon fray badly so I grabbed my bosun's bag and got
out palm and needle and some sail-makers thread. As usual Ajisaka wasn't
taking his eyes off me, following me around like a puppy and watching
all my moves. He'd obviously been taught some rope work because he
suddenly held out his small hands and said:

"I do. Ajisaka do."

He took the palm and needle from me and, as I watched, expertly whipped
the end of the rope and he then set off on a tour of inspection and
found another two whippings that he reckoned needed renewing. Meanwhile
I went forward to the sail locker and dragged out the heavy staysail
because I knew that several of its hanks needed re-seizing and true to
form Ajisaka was watching and again had worked out what I was doing,
again he gently pushed me away from the sail and took over the job. Hey.
This was one seriously useful crew member. And just as he watched me
constantly, so I looked at him at his cute eager face, his perfect,
small young body bared to the waist and wearing those soft, shiny, white
shorts which tantalisingly hinted at, but hid, his most interesting
assets. Food for fantasies.

Throughout that day I did some serious thinking. Surely I couldn't just
kidnap this lad. He must have parents, relations, his training ship
would raise the roof when they realised he'd gone missing. And I had
grown to like the lad. He was gentle and polite and although we couldn't
communicate, some sort of a bond was growing between us and I sensed
that he liked me, even though I could tell he was still very frightened
of me. Much as I wanted to keep him on board as a very handsome young
companion and, hopefully, much more, I knew that he had to be got
ashore. So I got out the large scale chart of the coast and picked what
looked like a small fishing harbour tucked away in a deep inlet. The
chart showed that there was an anchorage off the very small harbour so I
laid of a course and set the autohelm.

At midday I cooked up the Nasi Gouring that I'd thought of at breakfast
and I had definitely guessed right. When I gave him a steaming bowl
heaped with the mixture and a pair of chopsticks that I happened to have
stowed away, he grinned with delight.

"Ahhhhh" he breathed and set to with a will, slurping huge quantities of
food from bowl to mouth at lightning speed. I watched with interest,
enjoying the obvious satisfaction he was showing.

When the bowl was empty I took it from him and re-filled it, just as
full and just as rapidly the contents disappeared. As he scooped up the
last morsels he looked up at me, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Sankyou, Sankyou" he said. He said a lot more in own language but I
couldn't understand anything other than the fact that he was very
grateful.

Throughout the afternoon we slowly closed the Taiwan coast and I noticed
that the nearer we got the more worried Ajisaka became. When we were
only a few miles off he sidled up close to me:

"Where we go?" he whispered nervously.

I pretended not to understand and stood on towards the land seeking out
the inlet. Thanks to the satellite navigation system it was easy to find
although the entrance was tucked away behind a small island. I handed
the sails, Ajisaka proved useful once again turning up just where and
when he was wanted, and motored slowly in. Sure enough there was the
tiny fishing harbour and a good, safe anchorage just outside. I let go
in 7 metres veering plenty of chain then went aft and dragged the
inflatable dinghy out of its locker and started to assemble it,
wondering where my efficient young helper had got to.

Ajisaka had disappeared.

I looked round the deck. Not on deck. I went below and glanced around
but couldn't see him. I searched from forard to aft. Let's face it, it's
difficult for someone to disappear in a 50ft yacht. I found him
eventually cowering in the locker space under the fo'c'sle bunks. When I
lifted the bunk board and saw his hunched, trembling body I roared:

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? Come out of it you stupid little
tyke."

He cowered away from me, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"Come on OUT," I ordered.

Not a move, just a dreadful chattering of teeth. I had seldom seen such
fear. I realised that there was no way I was going to get him out of
there without wrecking the boat's fixtures and, what was more, shouting
at him wasn't going to do a lot of good either. I crouched down beside
the bunk:

"Come on out," I repeated softly, "why are you hiding away in there?"

No answer, just two huge, frightened eyes staring beseechingly at me.

"You have to come out, let's face it, you can't just stay here. You have
to go ashore."

I wasn't doing a lot of good, the lad couldn't understand me in the
normal course of events, he certainly wasn't in any fit state to start
listening to reason in a language he didn't understand. I backed out of
the fo'c'sle into the saloon. I really didn't know what to do about
Ajisaka.

I sat in the cockpit for over an hour, waiting to see if anyone would
come out from the little harbour but no one did. Three or four small
fishing boats passed close by and waved across in a friendly fashion but
didn't seem at all bothered by our presence. I didn't really want to go
ashore here, I'd plenty of everything on board as I'd prepared for an
ocean passage. I hoped that Ajisaka would see some sense and emerge from
his self-enforced prison, but not a move came from forard.

As evening drew on I made myself some supper, peering from time to time
into the lair and wondering if the smell of food would lure him out. Not
a move. Stalemate. I thought some more and decided that what I'd do is
grab a good night's sleep and review the situation in the morning.

I had a good shower, stripped off and slid gratefully into my bunk. With
the boat safely anchored I slept soundly but again with very arousing
dreams.

I dreamt that Ajisaka was indeed gay, he was surrounded by a group of
his fellow cadets and they were huddled up close together but they
weren't punching Ajisaka, they were all jerking off frantically, a tight
circle of young guys fisting their cocks, sliding their fists up and
down, leaning round and pleasuring each others cocks until in a gasping
burst of energy, their hot semen pumped out splattering their cute,
white uniforms in sticky jizz. The dream faded out and then sort of
started again, this time I was in the boat, in my bunk and Ajisaka was
very slowly easing himself into my bed, his soft, warm skin sliding
against my naked body, I sensed his body smell, I felt his excitement,
his body trembling once again but with sexual excitement this time, not
with terror. My body jerked with excitement as I felt his delicate
fingers lightly gliding over my chest, then a hot moist tongue very
gently licking across the very tip of my right nipple. Back and forth,
light as a feather, quick little flips of his hot, wet tongue which then
trailed so lightly across my chest that I wondered if it was just
imagination - until the lick-flicks started on the other nipple. I
dreamt that my cock was steely-hard, like it always gets when a guy
plays with my nipples.

I hoped - longed - yearned to feel the sensations lower down my body.
Yessss. I dreamt that I could feel hot breath slowly working its way
down from the centre of my chest, down across my stomach, lower and
lower and . . . . this was soooo s e x y, the dream-tongue slid around
my belly button, it was working its insidious way down to the turmoil of
my twitching hard-on. My cock just knew that it was about to get the
most delicious attention, my whole body was a sexual volcano. The tongue
licked and kissed its way deep into my pubes, I felt my phantom lover
snuffling down into my crotch, so nearly at my cock. Soon, very soon,
please, please - my body floated with anticipation and the delicious
attentions it was receiving.

Ahhhhh. Yesssss. He's scored a bulls eye. The ultra-sensitive head of my
cock was being teased by the hot, flicking tongue, it licked
tentatively, lightly, softly over my flaring helmet. My cock jerked
fiercely. The tongue teased its way round the rim of my cock-head. My
roaring hard-on was being tormented in the most delicious manner it had
ever experienced. I sensed I was oozing sticky pre-cum and the eager
tongue was lapping up my emissions.

I jerked awake! Oh . . oh . . . oh . . . yessss. This was real. He
really was in my bed, his face buried in my crotch, licking and teasing
my cock. Oh fuck yes, his lips slid right around the bell end of my
knob, my manhood was engulfed in a hot, wet, soft, gobbling mouth which
slid slowly downwards, over my cock-head and on down my steel-stiff
shaft. My tool had penetrated his eager mouth. He slid his lips slowly
up then back down again, suctioning my cock, slipping, sliding, a hot,
wet, gripping orifice that sent waves of pleasure surging up and down my
body. He swirled his tongue around my cockhead whilst at the same time
suctioning the steely stalk. Deep basic instinct seized hold of me, my
buttocks clenched and drove my penis deep into the velvety
deliciousness, I thrust furiously, the lips gripped, I humped faster, my
ass cheeks clenched together and . . . . I lost it. The dam burst even
though I longed for the exquisite torture to last, it couldn't, I gave a
long groan of sexual release as jet after jet of my hot semen spurted
out of my engorged cock and into the still gripping mouth of my
tormenter. With a final wild thrust I drove my manhood into his face and
then collapsed and relaxed, totally spent, panting and sweating like an
animal.

I heard Ajisaka sigh with satisfaction. I thought he would gag, spit out
my emissions, but no, he slithered up my body, licking his lips and
ended up clasped to me, his arms and legs glued to me.

"I want . . I want thank you, I sorry I make you so much trouble" he
whispered slowly, "I want stay. I want be with you."

I rolled over and we settled together into a comfortable position, our
bodies clasped together and just before I fell back into a deep,
satisfied sleep I felt and heard Ajisaka give a deep, heartfelt sigh and
I believed that he felt safe and secure at last.

I slept late and woke slowly and as I regained consciousness I became
aware of the furious hard-on between my legs and I remembered the
delicious sensations it had experienced in the night. I remembered the
comfort of having a warm, breathing body snuggled up against me. I felt
around - but he'd gone. But then a new sensation, the smell of brewing
coffee. Ajisaka slid shyly into the aft cabin carrying a mug of the
steaming brew. He handed it to me and I sipped appreciatively. He'd got
it absolutely right this time, just how I liked it. He padded away and I
watched his cute, round butt as he passed into the saloon.

I lay there remembering and pondering. It had been about the best blow
job I'd ever experienced but . . . but . . . was it an obligation? Was
it a form of bribe in order to ensure that he stayed on board and wasn't
dumped on the shore? Did he really enjoy gay sex or had he noticed me
lusting after his cute little body and decided to use it in order to
stay. Much as I longed for the next round I liked the lad too much to
just use him, I had to find out whether he really wanted my body as much
as I lusted after his. I got up and went into the head for the three
essentials - shit, shave and shower. Then I dressed and prepared
breakfast for the two of us.

Once again Ajisaka dived into the galley as soon as he'd finished eating
and worked a miracle of cleanliness. Once he'd finished he joined me on
deck.

"Here Ajisaka, help me with this, will you?" I said and went over to the
inflatable dinghy and made an obvious movement to launch it over the
side. Ajisaka's face went grey and he started to tremble again.

"What's your problem?" I asked him.

I could see he wanted to bolt again, to run away and hide but of course
there was nowhere he could hide so he just stood there trembling and
miserable.

I dropped the side of the dinghy back down on the deck, looked him
straight in the eye and said:

"This is ridiculous, you can't just disappear to sea. What about your
family what about . . . ." I stopped, Ajisaka was just staring at me
sadly, not understanding a word I was saying.

I went down to my cabin and rummaged around until I found a photo album.
He'd followed me down and I opened it up and found a photo of my mum and
dad together with my brother and I, a happy family group, I showed it to
Ajisaka:

"Father, mother, brother, me" I said pointing at each of us as I said
it.

Then I pointed at him, "Father, mother? You."

He looked at me for a moment and went across to the chart table, picked
up a pencil and looked around, I realised for something to write on. I
got him a sheet of scrap paper and he drew a car, then another car, two
cars smashed together.

"No Father mother," he said and pointed the sketch of a car smash.

I held up five fingers, then the fingers of both hands and Ajisaka
signalled back with four fingers. So his parents had been killed when he
was just four years old. Then he drew just one, small figure. So I
reckoned he must be alone in the world and had obviously had a rough
time of it in the cadet ship.

"So you really want to stay, huh?"

He guessed what I meant and nodded vigorously.

"OK then, you stay. Here come with me."

I went down below to the chart table and indicated to him to join me
there. He stood close beside me and I felt the heat of his body and
smelt his fear. I got out a very small scale passage chart and spread it
onto the table.

"Look here, do you recognise this?"

I put the point of a pencil on Osaka and slowly traced it along the
track we'd taken to get to the anchorage. Ajisaka nodded, I could see he
followed my explanation. I then took the parallel rule and drew a track
right across the chart to the Philippines ending up at Iloilo. I looked
up at him, he smiled and nodded.

"We go Iloilo" he whispered, "You, me we go Iloilo."

"If that's what you want then I'm very happy." I said.

"Happy, yes, happy," he nodded "Me be happy go Iloilo."

Well that seemed to be pretty certain but to rub the point home I ran
the track again and, having done a rough calculation in my mind I signed
two handfuls of fingers and plodded along the line with the pencil
twenty times.

Ajisaka nodded and smiled confidently. He repeated my twenty day sign
and nodded. I signed him up on deck again, stood by the dinghy and made
to lift it. I made the twenty day hand sign again. Ajisaka put his hand
on the dinghy and shook his head violently then turned and made the hand
sign and nodded. I was sure now that he understood the commitment and
wanted to stay. But if we were going to be sailing together, cooped up
in the small space of a yacht at sea, despite my own strong sexual
desires I needed to put his sexual orientation to the test. Did he
really want gay sex with me as I most surely wanted with him or was it
just some sort of payment and a guarantee that he could stay? Somehow
I'd have to find out but, in the meanwhile, we'd soon get under way
again.

I thought about the soggy heap of Ajisaka's gear which I'd just scooped
up and tipped into the wet locker where I kept foul-weather gear. I took
his hand and lead him there and together we dragged it out and up on
deck. I got a bucket and filled it with fresh water from the galley.
Ajisaka immediately got the idea and started rinsing everything, we then
hung it all along the boom where it quickly dried in the hot sunshine.

It was time to get under way again. Still no one from onshore had shown
the slightest interest in us and so with Ajisaka's help I hoisted the
mainsail. I led him forward and explained the anchor winch mechanism to
him. One thing was for sure, he was a bright young man and very quick to
learn; I suspected that most of what we were doing was what he'd been
learning on the cadet training ship, albeit here it was in miniature.

I left him on the foredeck and went back to start the engine and take
the wheel. Once it had warmed up I eased the gear into slow ahead and
wound my hand around in the air. Ajisaka interpreted the signal and
started to haul away. He peered over the bow as he hauled and I reckoned
that he'd have the anchor safely in its housing without any help from
me. As the bows swung away from the wind I hauled in the mainsheet and
brought the wind onto MOBY DICK's beam. I locked the wheel and went
forward to check on the anchor and, sure enough, it was safely secured
in its housing. I took the locking pin and showed Ajisaka how to ease it
into position. We both then went aft and I unfurled the genoa. Once
again the yacht shook herself, heeled the breeze and came alive, I
looked at Ajisaka, as usual he was gazing at me and he had a huge smile
right across his face. As our eyes met he gave a wriggle of joy. This
was one very happy, relieved young man.

"OK young man, what we need now is a watch system," I told him and he
understood not one word.

I gestured him down to the chart table again and got a blank sheet of
paper. While he watched I set up a table of times and days. In the
various squares I wrote 'Andy' and 'Ajisaka'. We'd each keep watch for
six hours from 8.00am to 2.00pm and 2.00pm to 8.00pm and then through
the night we'd do three hours watches. I didn't try to explain how I'd
vary it from time to time or how we'd fit in mealtimes, I'd just let
that happen. Ajisaka continued to beam happily.

We cleared the land and settled down for the long haul across the
Pacific Ocean and as soon as we were clear of the land I managed to
explain to Ajisaka that the watch keeping could de quite relaxed and we
could use the warning devices on the radar and the automatic helm and
still be safe. I sorted out some more clothes for him which I chose with
some care. I enjoyed watching his gorgeous young body, sturdy limbs,
clear-eyed smiling face and I desperately wanted to have sex with him
again. To explore his intimate places, to pleasure him as he had
pleasured me - but I wanted to be sure. I liked him too much to corrupt
him.

He was certainly going through the motions, driving me to a state of
high sexual frustration. He would find some job where he bent right
over, facing away from me and then wriggle his ass like a randy bitch.
He'd stand where he knew I could see him and grope his private parts
into a more comfortable position in his shorts. He'd slide past me, down
below, so that his hot little body brushed slowly past me his hand
accidentally happening to slide across my front where he couldn't fail
to feel the hot column of flesh that his provocative behaviour was
causing.

On the second day out we'd finished lunch and cleared everything away
and I went aft into my cabin and crawled into bed. Ajisaka was popping
up on deck from time to time, checking the sail trim, course, horizon. I
felt relaxed and confident and was soon half asleep. I heard his bare
feet patter down the ladder and across the deck, I sensed him slide into
my cabin and then felt his hand creep in under my bedding. He felt
around between my legs and wriggled his fingers gently between my
thighs. My cock responded urgently to this invasion and its almost
instant arousal attracted his groping fingers like a magnet. With
super-human will I 'woke up'.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said.

Ajisaka's hand shot out of my bed. I could see his face and he looked
shocked and very disappointed.

I rolled over and 'went back to sleep' and heard Ajisaka patter back up
on deck.

We sailed on with me nearly dying of frustration for I was still not
sure whether Ajisaka genuinely wanted the same thing as I so desperately
longed for. That is until next day I saw what he was up to through the
skylight above the aft cabin while he was on his watch below.

He was standing up, naked, by the bunk, his perfect lightly tanned body
a study in male beauty. I was far enough away from him to get a full
view of him, first he took off his trainers and then his shorts and
stood for a moment just in his skimpy briefs before sliding them down
too revealing a sexy tan line. He stood opposite the full length mirror
mounted on my bulkhead checking himself out. He was facing away from me,
his small but relatively broad shoulders tapered down to narrow hips and
a beautiful tight, melon-shaped ass, curved in on both sides. He had
strong, muscular thighs that were smooth and hard, and had only the
faintest dusting of black hair that gradually got courser as it worked
its way down the back of his legs, and in addition to this incredible
rear view, the mirror was giving me an even more amazing front view. My
eyes climbed up his body, passing over the front of his thighs and
locked on to his private parts, the thick luscious bush of pubic hair
that I knew would have trapped his special man-fragrances from which
cute his little penis, arched forward slightly with a long swollen vein
standing out clearly along the length of the stubby little shaft and
then the plump little sack that I knew held two virile testicles filled
with sticky, pungent man-cream. Like the rest of Ajisaka's body his
sexual equipment was small but perfectly formed, the skin was much
darker than the rest of him. I could see that he was uncut and that his
foreskin was long and his knob-end peeped shyly out of the end of the
pointy wrinkled skin.

I couldn't believe my eyes. The guy was now half hard, excited by
something. Was it his own reflection? Ajisaka reached down and cupped a
strong hand over his hardening dick and massaged lightly. I couldn't
believe the show I was getting. But then he stepped back and his
three-quarter erect dick swayed as he walked and he reached down to stop
the slow back and forth motion which must have been getting him hornier
and hornier. Then he sat back onto my bunk and started to engage in a
private and primitive occupation - one hand was wrapped round his
tumescent dick which he began to fist steadily. Nothing so surprising in
that, I regularly had to beat off at least twice a day and I reckoned a
guy of his age, with the hormones that would be raging round his young
body, needed frequent and regular relief. What was different was that
with his other hand he had grabbed a pair of my dirty underwear which he
held up to his nose, rubbing the soft material all over his face and
wanking his cock furiously. His little fist was a blur as it gripped and
slid up and down his rigid cock. His hips were thrusting, he jerked off
as he sniffed and licked my briefs until his whole body suddenly
convulsed, he went rigid and a jolt of pearly white liquid spat out of
his cock and arched right up to land on his upper chest. Five more
spurts of cum jetted out of his twitching rod, his face was red and he
was panting with the pleasure of orgasm and I could almost smell the
puddles of his inner essence as they lay on his hot brown skin , I could
certainly imagine the feel and taste.

Hmmm, I thought. If he wanted to masturbate that was totally natural but
if he wanted to do it while he was sniffing a pair of my dirty, sweaty
briefs then that was different, that meant he must be gay and although
obviously scared of me, he must have some desire for me. Heck, I wasn't
corrupting him, my rejection of his advances was just making us both as
frustrated as hell! OK so now no holds were barred!

I walked right aft and sat down on deck behind the mizzen mast, out of
sight of the main hatch and beat off like crazy, re-running the solo sex
I'd just witnessed. Then I finished the rest of my watch and went below
to put the kettle on the stove to make us a brew.

Ajisaka heard me and clambered out of his bunk and dragged on the sexy
nylon shorts. He padded over to me in the galley and grinned hopefully
up at me. I sensed that he was still very scared of me but wanted
desperately to be friendly. I patted his firm, round rump.

"Hello shipmate," I said.

"Andy", he whispered.

"Ajisaka" I replied and slid my hand slowly over his cute little nylon
clad bottom - which wriggled sexily.

I made two cups of coffee and carried them over to the saloon table and
Ajisaka came and sat down opposite me, the table between us. I patted
the seat beside me and he shot across and sat beside me. We sipped our
hot coffee and I sensed him glancing sideways up at my face, seeking
some reaction. Insidiously he slid closer to me, I smiled inwardly,
another little wriggle brought him closer still, now I could smell him,
his sharp, young-man scent and my cock slowly grew to a full,
smouldering erection.

I put down my mug and seized Ajisaka's shoulders, spinning him towards
me, his cheeky young face looked up in surprise and I fastened my mouth
to his soft lips. We kissed, long, hard and passionately. My tongue
sought, slid, invaded and his lips parted to allow entrance to the
invader. Our tongues met, hot, wet and sexy. Our mouths remained locked
in intimacy for several minutes as we duelled and investigated. I slid
my hands up and down his firmly muscled body brushing frequently across
his pert little nipples which now stood erect, stiff little nubs of
flesh. I broke my mouth away and Ajisaka gasped. I glanced down between
his legs and saw the bulging front of his shorts. He was hard, as hard
as he'd been when I'd secretly watched him ejaculate his juices earlier.

Ajisaka wriggled but I gripped him firmly, using just enough strength to
control his excited young body, I was in command here, I was going to
call all the sexual shots. I'd waited a long time for this conquest and
my blood was up, I was the primitive male going to plant my sperm deep
inside this beauty. I licked my tongue across his lips and nipped them
with my own, then I licked and kissed his face and slid round and
tongued his ear, breathing my hot breath softly inside its shell and
very gently biting and licking the tiny lobes. Ajisaka's body twitched
with excitement. I buried my face into the side of his neck, smelling
him, tasting his skin. I love the smells of a lover. I gently pushed
Ajisaka's body down onto the seat and crouched over him on all fours
like a marauding bear, he gazed up at me, all signs of fear gone, just a
dreamy, sensual look of excitement across his face. I eased his right
arm upwards, away from his body and nuzzled into his arm-pit. Gorgeous.
A small tuft of damp, black hair in which his sweat glands were
secreting wonderful sex-odours and I breathed in deeply, revelling in
the fragrance of his essence. As I snuffled deep into his pit the hand
that wasn't holding down his now unprotesting body was teasing his
nipples, palming gently across first one then the other. Oh so lightly
teasing the rough skin of my palm across the sensitive nubs - which
erected like two tiny penises. Ajisaka wriggled and squirmed but I held
him. He was mine. I was in total control here.

I drew my face out of the muskiness of his armpit and looked down at the
crotch of his shiny nylon shorts. There was a large damp patch down
there, his prick was drooling pre-cum as a result of my attention to his
upper body. It was time to lose the shorts.

Ajisaka was still struggling feebly to escape my grip but without
success and I knew that it wasn't because he wanted to stop my sexual
attacks. He was sighing and moaning and thrusting his cute little
buttocks in an attempt to slide his hard little dick against my leg. I
managed to slip the button that held the waistband of the shorts and his
wriggles and my tugging had them slipping down his thighs. Ajisaka moved
his legs to help them on their downward journey, lifted his ass and they
were off.

Looking him straight in the eyes as I continued to crouch above him
keeping him pinned under me, I took the shorts and held them up to my
face. I breathed in deeply and met some of the wonderful aroma that I
was about to experience at source. I sniffed and snuffled into his
shorts before dropping them onto the deck and I noticed Ajisaka's
embarrassment as I savoured his shorts.

My sexual excitement was in overdrive. I leant down and picked his body
up off the seat and flipped it over so he was lying on his flat stomach
and I grunted with delight at the sight of his body lying there totally
under my control. Head, slender neck, long back and those delicious,
dusky buttocks. Round mounds of powerful muscle, soft and warm and yet
as hard as steel when he thrust. In between a deep, musky valley
concealing my ultimate target, the bulls-eye - his tight ring of muscle
that would soon grip my penetrating, marauding weapon. Entry to the hot,
slippery chute into which I would drive my dick, plunging in, slowly
withdrawing only to plunge once more.

For a brief moment I gazed down at his luscious bottom then I lowered my
face and licked the muscle-mounds, felt the hot, velvety skin knowing
that I was intruding into his most private territory. I buried my face
in his butt and began sniffing up and down the crack of his fragrant
ass. He wasn't dirty. He was just in that natural male state where it
had been hours since his last shower and he had been sweating some and
had also been sexually aroused, giving off the scent of male rut. I
nosed up and down his butt-trench, inhaling as much of his scent as I
could get. I was nearly hyperventilating from taking so many deep
breaths of the aroma of his butt. Finally, I couldn't stand waiting any
longer. This was a butt I had to taste! I began by licking from the
bottom of his hairless ass trench, just below his balls, to the top of
the trench where it joined his beautiful, muscular back. I heard him
take a deep intake of breath at the feelings that my licking was
causing. I pulled the cheeks of his butt farther apart and began licking
in earnest at his little pink puckered hole. He began moaning and moving
is butt around trying to get more feelings from my tongue.

Ajisaka moaned and humped his ass up into my face, I kissed and licked
his buttocks and nosed into the hot, musky channel. This was so
primitive, so deeply sexual, I breathed in pure man-musk, the heavy,
cloying scent that sent hormones racing through my body and brought my
dick to a state of arousal it seldom ever reached. I probed deeper,
sniffing, licking, sensing until . . . oh yes . . . until I felt the
quivering centre, felt and smelt the ring of muscle that was the focus
of my invasion, trying to invade his tight anus with my tongue while
beneath me Ajisaka squirmed and moaned and gasped and thrust back his
ass to expose his very core to the delectable sensations I was giving
him.

Ajisaka was now humping his ass furiously, sliding his dick up and down
the shiny leather of the seat with my face clamped to his buttocks,
feeling the power, and the gripping clenching as his muscles quivering
with the power of his thrusts, then one long deep quivering plunge as he
orgasmed, shooting his sperm over the leather. It was just too much, the
squirming young man beneath me, the gasps of pleasure, the potent musky
smells, the feel of the surrendered target, I couldn't hold it, the dam
burst and with a loud groan I snatched my face from his ass, reared up
and jetted my load of steaming hot spunk in great white puddles across
his writhing ass, across his back, splattering his body with my
emissions.

Wow!

I flipped him over in time to see the last, weak drools of his semen
dribble from the top of his dick and watched it deflate and lie limp
between his legs. Spent. His eyes were closed his face blank, his lungs
heaving while I crouched, panting, over him. Slowly we both came down
from the sexual mountain we had conquered, Ajisaka's eyes fluttered
open:

"Ohhh Andy . . . oh Andy . . . yes Andy" he sighed.

I picked him up gently and carried his spent, limp body back to my bunk
in the after cabin. I crawled in with him but suddenly he wriggled free
and escaped. What? Why? What was wrong. I listened carefully and heard
him go into the head, then rubbing and rustling - he was cleaning up the
mess he'd made on the saloon bunk cushions. Then he returned, climbed
into bed with me and, with a hot, damp bath-cloth he wiped me down and
cleaned me. What a guy. We were both totally spent and relaxed and I
cuddled his warm body close to me, wrapping my arms and legs around him
and he gave one of his deep sighs of utter contentment.

I didn't fall asleep right away, I lay there thinking of the delicious
experience and sensations I'd just enjoyed, wondering, wondering if
Ajisaka had ever experienced anal sex and coming to the conclusion that
it was unlikely and certainly not with a hefty dick swung by a European.
In my experience, albeit a bit limited, oriental penises were generally
smaller than the westerners. If I hadn't succumbed when I did, if my
frantic lust hadn't exploded when it did, I might have gone on to
virtually rape the young guy, hurting him terribly in the process. Now
that my first experience of his gorgeous young body was over, I would
have to go more carefully, be sure to prepare his ass for my penetration
and fight to control my copulating.

Ajisaka was breathing slow and deep, his small body totally surrendered,
relaxed and trusting, his nose pressed close to my chest and I could
feel his warm breaths against my skin, it lulled me into a deep,
satisfied sleep.

It was the radar's alarm that woke me and I disentangled Ajisaka, who
mumbled in his sleep but didn't properly wake up, and slid out of the
bunk to see what was upsetting it. A single target had entered the guard
zone and showed at a range of five miles. I shot up on deck and saw the
boat on the horizon, grabbing the binoculars I could make out a lone
fishing boat and I could see we were on converging courses. By now we
were well out into the ocean and this was quite a coincidence, two
vessels plodding across the vast sea in such a way as to come within a
few miles of each other. I watched him for a while as he drew nearer,
then I leant forward and tweaked the auto-pilot to close with him. It
was just possible, I thought, that he would swap some fresh fish for a
bottle of whiskey - and maybe we'd even be able to get some more rice.

Sure enough, some fifteen minutes later he closed us and I heard the
beat of his engine slow. I rolled in the headsail and put the engine
into gear, steering MOBY DICK carefully alongside but a few feet off her
rusty, jagged looking hull. I brandished the bottle that I'd dug out
from below. Slant-eyed, sun-burnt grins. I waved my bottle and one of
the crew dived below deck and came up with a pair of fish. I edged MOBY
a bit closer as the two hulls slid slowly through the water and the
exchange was made. The skipper shouted across:

"You OK? You got water? You need anything?"

"Do you have rice? Could you spare some rice?" I shouted back, hoping
he'd understand.

"Yea, we have rice, of course, we are Chinese, of course we have rice."
He was roaring with laughter, he said something to his crew and they all
laughed. Then one went into the deckhouse and came out with a large
sack. This was hurled across the gap and landed with a thump on the aft
deck, just above my bunk. Yes, I thought, that'll bring Ajisaka on deck
in a hurry - but no sign of him.

"What else you need?" came across the water.

"Nothing else, we're fine, how much for the rice?"

"One more bottle whiskey," shouted the skipper - and his crew grinned
broadly.

I shot down below again, grabbed another bottle, gave Ajisaka a startled
glance and climbed back on deck to launch the bottle across to the
fishing boat. It was received with enthusiasm.

"OK, you OK, now we happy, have good voyage, bibi . . " and with a belch
of black diesel exhaust and a roar of engine he pulled away and
continued on his course. I went back down below.

The reason I'd looked startled when I saw Ajisaka was because he'd slid
out of the bunk and was crouched by the ladder pointing my shotgun up
the hatch. I had no idea that he knew I had the gun, and a heavy pistol,
on board; I kept them under my bunk in the aft cabin, he must have
discovered them when I was on watch.

I realised what he was doing. The thought had crossed my mind that the
fishermen might decide that we were defenceless and indulge in a spot of
piracy. Ajisaka had obviously had the same thought and had been covering
me and ready to spring up on deck if things had turned nasty. This guy
was even brighter than I was beginning to realise.

"Have you got any cartridges for that thing?" I asked him, then
remembered - "Bullets?"

"Burrets. Yes have burrets." he assured me, still looking very fierce
and serious. "You be careful, maybe pilates."

"Yea, I wondered about that, here, you'd better give me that gun."

I held out my hands for the weapon and was relieved to see that he'd
applied the safety catch and he turned the gun and handed it to me butt
first, I emptied the two cartridges out and put them back into the belt
then took them back and re-stowed them under my bunk.

I patted him on the back and then hugged him close, "Good lad," I said,
"good thinking, you did well there."

Ajisaka wriggled with embarrassment at the praise.

"Hey, and you know what? Now we've got fresh fish . . . and . . . loads
of rice. Now you can eat rice three times a day - if you want."

He wanted right enough, he beamed all over his face at the sight of the
large rice sack. Then he pounced on the fish, got a sharp cooking knife
from the galley and cut them up into manageable steaks most of which he
stowed in the freezer keeping out four which he put in the 'fridge.

"This night Ajisaka make eat fish," he said slowly and proudly.

And he did. He produced a delicious meal which we both really enjoyed
and, after he had insisted on clearing everything up, we both went up
and sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the beautiful night, the steady
breeze and the easy dipping, swaying motion as MOBY DICK cruised her
away over the ocean, comfortable full of food and relaxed with each
other's company.

Eventually I went below to set up the weather-fax, write up the log and
fix our position before climbing back up and working my way around the
deck, checking that everything was secure for the night. I came back and
stood in the cockpit and in a flash Ajisaka was standing in front of me,
his head level with my shoulders, trembling in anticipation and his
nimble fingers undid my buckle and dropped my tatty old shorts to the
deck. He snuffled into the pouch of my briefs, trembling with excitement
and then eased them down, grabbed my cock and gazed at it, is eyes
shining in anticipation.

"Andy thing soooo big. Big for Ajisaka. Ajisaka very much like Andy big
thing."

He sniffed delicately up and down my shaft, such a light, tickly
sensation and my cock jumped excitedly. His small tongue shot out and he
licked slowly round the rim of my helmet, then swirled his tongue over
the knob before he stuffed it into his mouth. His hot mouth engulfed me
like an oven. He licked my already erect dick to even greater stiffness
what a great feeling, feeling my semi-soft penis roll around in his
mouth before hardening into a stick of dynamite. All the time he was
mumbling with excitement. Whilst still worshipping my tool he reached
down and pulled his own shorts and briefs off over his hardened little
feet and tossed them onto the deck.

His hot mouth and tongue continued to lather my cock pole from tip to as
far down the shaft as he could manage. Then he started sucking with a
kind of twisting motion to his mouth as he thrust down on me.

I moaned, "Suck it. Give me that blow-job. This feels so good. Lick it,
Ajisaka. Suck it. Love it."

My hands massaged his naked shoulders, his firm back muscles felt
powerful under my hands. The head of my engorged cock was throbbing and
begging for attention and he moved slowly down the head and my whole
body was ecstatic with joy. He knew what he was doing as he went up and
down on my cock and I rubbed his neck and back to urgently encourage him
to continue. As he leant in to pleasure me my palms pulled his shoulders
toward me and then I allowed my hands to slide down his fevered body
until I reached the hard muscles of his ass. Then I slid my hands back
up again and lightened the pressure and allowed him to pull his
shoulders back as he retreated to the flared head of my dick. We got a
pumping rhythm going with his upper body swaying into me, away from me,
into me . . . Oh man this guy loved my tool. I loved his cute young face
and the fantastic fucking it was giving my dick. But I wanted to touch
his crotch, to feel his arousal. I bent over and grabbed his prick. His
hand was already on it, he was jacking himself while his face pleasured
me. He pushed my hand aside. Apart from the sucking, slurping noises his
mouth was making as he vacuumed my penis, he was totally silent.

I continued to moan involuntarily, coarse dirty things, I whispered:

"Oh, man, keep sucking. Suck it you dirty cocksucker. Make love to my
dirty dick. Take it deep into your hot, slutty mouth."

To heighten my pleasure I still wanted to feel his manliness. I reached
again for his shaft. I couldn't see it because he was leaning forward
into me but I felt his rigid shaft standing tall in his hand. Again he
flicked my hand aside. I really wanted to feel him intimately so I again
reached blindly between his legs. This time I by-passed his busy cock
and groped his balls. His nut sack hung down between his legs,
vulnerable to my groping fingers. I wanted more, so I extended my middle
finger and probed for his asshole. I quickly found it, his hot, moist
sailor's hole was hard to penetrate, I ran my finger tip around the
clenched ring of muscle, I tapped and tickled and felt his anus give a
little, then it spasmed, eased for a moment and my finger was in,
clutched into his hot hole and I pushed way up into his ass. I could
have put in a second finger but I decided to finger-fuck his asshole in
time with his face lunges on and off my prick. As I massaged his
prostrate I thought:

"I just know this beautiful guy wants to get his ass pounded and even as
I thought about the pleasure that tight ass-ring could give to my
invading dick, it happened.

"I'm cumming!" I groaned breathlessly.

I gave him an opportunity to take my stiff, shooting pole out of his
mouth if he wanted but he pulled me closer, which shoved my
sperm-shooting weapon deeper into his talented throat. I fired jolts of
jism, it pulsed and pulsed out of me, my sweet smelling, sticky semen
really got him going. He speeded up his beating of his own meat, he
furiously pumped his man-tool, his eyes were shut tight and he was in a
different world. I just wished I knew what he was thinking about so that
I could help him over the edge.

Now he moaned, and moaned! "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Unnnnnnngh! Ahhhhhhhgh!" His
fist was a blur as it flicked up and down his prick.

It was as if I was in front of a tiny male volcano. He released me from
his mouth and I stood up straight. As I did so I pulled my finger out of
his tightly clenching ass. I paused a moment, ready to shove it back in
if he indicated he wanted it, but this guy was intensely into something
in his head. His eyes were pinched closed, his lips were pressed tightly
together, his head thrashed from side to side and his face was strained
into a mask of pleasure/pain. His back and chest muscles tightened in
dynamic tension.

And then with another desperate "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he blew. The first
blast of his thick splurge arced forward while subsequent eruptions
travelled less far but still past his bare feet, except for the last
involuntary sperm push which dribbled down the front of his leg.

Ajisaka slumped down onto the bunk for a few moments, totally spent in
every way but he soon got to his feet and disappeared into the head
where, as before, he dampened a towel and came out and carefully and
gently wiped me clean before diving back in again and, to the sounds of
much splashing, he cleaned himself thoroughly.

When he emerged he gently steered me back to my bunk and made a
pantomime of himself going up to keep watch while I slept. As it was his
watch anyway, I did as he was suggesting and was instantly deep asleep.

So our voyage continued as we ploughed our slow way across the Pacific
Ocean, MOBY DICK carrying two blissfully happy people. Ajisaka turned
out to be a two-legged sex bomb. He just couldn't get enough of my dick.
Whenever he wasn't doing anything his eyes would fix on my crotch, from
time to time he would reach out a small hand and fondle me, often
whispering:

"Andy thing soooo big. Big for Ajisaka. Ajisaka very much like Andy big
thing."

I found it very arousing, to have this sexy little guy permanently on
heat at the thought of enjoying intimacies with my eager cock which, by
now, was becoming frantic to penetrate his delicious young ass. So far
our intimacies had ended in a shattering orgasms but I had yet to enjoy
a good, hard animalistic fuck. I yearned to ride Ajisaka's pretty, round
ass, to take, possess, dominate as only a red-blooded male can do. And I
could tell that Ajisaka would give up his body like a submissive little
bitch - and enjoy every quivering, muscle driven thrust.

That evening I prepared another delicious meal using steaks of still
very fresh fish and with it I served a bottle of properly chilled hock.
Ajisaka was reluctant to take any at first but I tried to explain how
well it went with the fish and he took a few experimental sips which
were obviously successful as he was soon slurping happily. We both ate a
huge amount and I uncorked a second bottle. After we'd finished Ajisaka
slumped back in his seat with a happy, contented smile on his face and,
for once, didn't spring into the galley to deal with the dishes. I
looked over at him and realised that the wine, which he obviously wasn't
used to, had made him quite drunk.

Ah well, I thought, you've earned a little relaxation, it'll be good if
you sleep it off during your watch below. I did the dishes myself and
gave the galley a quick clean and then went up on deck to enjoy the
solitude of a night watch at sea. However I wasn't alone for long. I
heard a slight noise and then felt a warm body snuggle up beside me.
Ajisaka gazed up into my face and I felt his hand slide between my legs,
groping, feeling, finding . . .

"Andy thing soooo big. Big for Ajisaka. Ajisaka very much like Andy big
thing," he whispered, now I must have . . ."

His fumbling fingers slid around my rapidly erecting penis and my
oriental sex-bomb murmured in his own language. It was too much, I
wanted his young ass, I needed it, needed to impale him, mount him and
ride him, needed to drive my engorged tool deep in between his sexy
buttocks.

We stood, swaying to the motion of the boat and I bent down and kissed
him and he kissed me right back and his hands clutched my buttocks,
pulling me into him. We staggered down below and stripped one another. I
picked up his small, slippery body and sat him on the waist-high table
and began to prepare him, massaging his shoulders, kissing his
collarbones, ravaging his pert nipples... all the while he leaned back
and watched me with eyes dancing with love and need. I had a strong
sense of abandon, of power, standing, grasping this beautiful young
man's thighs and holding them then taking his knees and pivoting them
out at right angles to his body knowing that I would soon be building a
rhythm inside him... gazing at him as he leant back on his elbows,
abandoning his gorgeous body to my control, stroking fingers through his
hair, bringing burning colour to his nipples, fucking his open lips with
my fingers, then lower, into his private places but not private for me,
mine to fondle, to stimulate. Closing a fist around his fresh young
prick as his body began to rise to peaks of desire. He cried out with
desire, whimpered in perfect time with my explorations.

Although we didn't have a common language I knew what had to be so
urgently coursing through his sex-drugged mind:

"Fuck me hard with your massive thing. Drive into my itching ass as hard
as you can. Do it Andy, fuck me, please."

Ajisaka tugged at my arm to pull my big body on top of him. I spun him
round and straddled his thighs, gazing at his muscular bubble butt just
waiting for my lewd servicing. I slid a wet finger deep into his hot
ass. Ajisaka pushed back onto his knees. I could feel my fat cock head
push slowly into him and he moaned with delight.

I wrapped my hands around his small waist and slid my eager dick up and
down his sweaty ass-crack, urgently seeking Ajisaka's anus. I felt his
small hand down between my legs, guiding, helping and the sensitive head
of my prick as it bumped over its target, I moved slowly forward
penetrating the ring of muscle which opened to allow me entry, enjoying
the warmth of Ajisaka's hot body enveloping my stiff prick. My hands
slid up his sides to the mounds of knotted shoulder muscle as my dick
slid slowly in, deeper until it was in to the base. Ajisaka dropped to
his elbows and pushed his eager ass back forcing me to let go of his
shoulders and just fuck. I rocked my dick in and out of his muscled butt
as Ajisaka moaned loudly. The eager bitch's ass seemed to suck more and
more of me deep within him as he writhed and thrust in time with my
steady humping. I plunged in deep and then eased slowly out, the nerves
in my tool sending waves of delicious sensations all through my body, my
legs began to shake, my ass muscles trembled but still I drove my dick
unmercifully in and out of the clenching ass-ring. I increased the force
until I knew that I was sending waves of energy through the young guy's
ravaged body.

Ajisaka groaned incomprehensible words in his own language. He lifted up
and placed his hands in a wide gripping stance on the back of the bunk,
bracing his quivering body against my now furious onslaught, he
supported my weight as I clasped his slippery body, my fingers found his
little nipples and I pinched them, Ajisaka arched his back and seemed to
suck my dick deeper into his fuckhole. I was no longer in control of the
action. I felt my own sexual heat rising as Ajisaka slithered and
twisted and gripped, the more He bucked his ass, the harder I fucked.
The harder I nipped his tits the louder the groaning and the more
desperate seemed Ajisaka's need to be fucked.

It had to end. Although I longed to continue the deep penetration, the
urgent plunging into Ajisaka's hot, clenching bottom, although I
struggled to hold onto the dam of my red-hot spunk, it was no good, the
barrier between my balls and my dick released and, with a final deep,
deep, plunge I drove my penis far into Ajisaka's willing body and
released my man-essence. My muscles quivered as I held my cock deep
within him as it continued to pulse its precious loads of semen.

Ajisaka gasped "Andy, ohhhhhh Andy," he quivered and his anus clamped
round my still rigid prick as he lost control of his spunk and sent jet
after jet of young male spunk into the leather seat beneath him.

We collapsed in a spent heap on the bunk, both of us panting, gasping
for breath after the fuck of the century. We fell into deep,
sex-released sleep.

There was an almighty crash. The yacht shuddered and everything was
flung forward. I heard water rushing in and I disentangled myself from
Ajisaka and scrambled off the bunk. I tried to get up on deck but there
was a cascade of water pouring down the hatch which washed me back. I
knew for sure that we were sinking and I was pretty certain that I would
be trapped down below in the doomed yacht. Somehow, with the superhuman
strength of the dieing, I managed to crawl up out of the skylight, my
first thought being to release the life raft. I undid the slip on the
straps holding it to the deck and all the while I could feel water
swirling all round me, the life raft was now floating off the deck, held
only by its painter.

"Ajisaka!!"

Frantically I bellowed his name, I dashed back to the skylight but MOBY
DICK was sinking fast, whatever we'd hit - probably a container washed
off a ship - must have knocked a huge hole in the bow.

Suddenly I was alone in the ocean with the life raft which was inflating
with a hissing, moaning noise. I clambered in and stared bleakly all
around at the already empty ocean.


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