Date: Mon, 24 May 1999 14:53:24 MDT From: Jay AKA Calguy19 <calguy19@hotmail.com> Subject: Up Dawsons Crack (prt 22-24) Up Dawsons Crack By Calguy Authors note: I apologize to everyone for the long delay. In the past month I've moved, and my x-roommate has the puter, so my new place is compu-less. The only chance I get to write now is when I am at my parents, using their computer. So I hope this is worth the wait. I can't promise when the next part will be out but I will try to not have such a long space. On a personal note, I am writing this just hours after suffering a big loss in my life. The Backstreet Boys, James Van Der Beek, all of them are people I respect and adore, but they are also characters. I tend to look at them more as fantasy people. Last night, one of my heroes died. I don't know how many people who read this sort of stuff are wrestling fans, but I just have to say this. Owen Hart, a man I have met on many occasions, was a true gentleman and hero, and I already miss him greatly. He always gave time to his fans, never refused an autograph, and was one of the funniest people I've ever met. So I just want to dedicate my writing to him, since he has been such an inspiration to me (although not for these types of stories!!!). RIP Owen, we miss you. On a more upbeat note. James Van Der Beek is going to be shooting a film around my hometown (Calgary.) If anyone has any info on shooting schedules please e-mail me, as I'd love to see him up close, maybe even meet him (and slip him this URL, of course, LOL.) As always, I can be reached via e-mail at Calguy19@hotmail.com, or on the AOL IM at CalguyJC. Check out my other stories, Banging B-rok, in the Boy Bands section (The original Brian Littrel story) as well as Jughead Comes out. Thanks again for your support. J. Part 22 We were on my boat by 9am the next morning, cruising out into the Pacific Ocean for a day of relaxation. I had a small boat, about 30 feet, compromising of a bathroom, deck, and the wheelhouse. I had plotted out our route up The Georgia Strait the night before with James eagerly looking on. We planned about a 5-hour trip that would include going through an area well known for its Killer Whale's. About an hour into the trip, James went to use the bathroom, and Josh came up to me at the wheel. "Jay. What's going on? Josh asked. "What do you mean??" I asked, outwardly cool, inwardly freaking out. "Well, James and I have always been real close, but he seems different this week. I sense he is hiding something from me, and that bothers me." "Well if he is I don't know what it is, he hasn't said anything to me, but I don't know him that well." I lied. "I'm just worried about him. He's acting weird." "Well just give him time. Could just be him being in a new environment. Once he gets back down to Carolina I'm sure he'll be fine." "I hope so." We sat in silence for a few moments, before Josh spoke up. "I love coming out on your boat. It is so beautiful out here." "I know. I love taking this baby out. I'm glad I can share this with you and James." The day went by too quickly. James was enthralled with the Dolphins jumping on the bow, the Killer Whales sunning themselves, and even a bald eagle swooping down beside the boat and flying away with a fish. I was enthralled with James, and his enthusiasm was infectious. I taught James to steer the boat, allowing me close proximity to him, holding his arms and inhaling his smell. All under the guise of instruction. Before I knew it we were pulling back into the marina. I parked the boat and Josh headed off. I was rather sad, as this was my last day with Josh, and I was going to miss him, even though I was going to see him in a week. I felt kind of bad that I had been kind of neglecting Josh, but with a new budding relationship, people tend to cut out their friends in sacrifice of their new loves. The three of us had spent a lot of time together, but Josh and I hadn't really been alone, or talked like we had before James came into my life. I was really looking forward to the day when James was ready to come out, so that he and I could be ourselves with Josh. "So now what?" I asked. "I want to go back out." James replied, a evil glint in his eye... "Oh? Why's that?? I asked. "Because I want to find some nice secluded spot, and I want you to fuck me on the boat, then I want to find a deserted island, and I want you to fuck me on a beach, then I want to come back, go to your place, and I want to fuck you." "Oh really?" "Yes." "Well, since this is our second last day together, I guess as a good host I should be polite and do what you want." "Yes, as a good host you should." Part 23. We hopped back into the boat and cruised for half a hour up the coast to a little island I knew that was deserted. James came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me as I steered. He slid his hand down lower into the waistband of my shorts. "Don't distract me babe, last thing I want is the headline "Dawson's Creek star shipwrecked." You'll get in there soon enough." James said nothing, simply pulling his hand out and resting it on my hip, his head on my shoulder. "I love you." He whispered. "Me too" I said, grinning. Finally we pulled into a secluded cove with a sparkling expanse of sand on the shore leading too dense brush. I had been here many times to think, as it was not a highly populated area. This was, however, the first time I arrived to use my other head. James ran to the side and dropped anchor. By the time he returned I had shut off the engine and was turned facing him, my half-hard cock hanging out of my shorts. James grinned and swaggered towards me, dropping to his knees and licking the head like a ice cream cone. In a matter of seconds my cock sprung to full erectness and James was bobbing up and down on it like a child on a lollipop. The cool ocean breeze blew through my hair and onto my dick when James pulled back off of it. After showing his ever-increasing oral skills for 5 minutes he dropped my spit-slicked 7.5 incher. "Fuck me." James said. He didn't have to ask my twice. I got a blanket out and laid it on the floor while James stripped. He laid down on the blanket while I quickly stripped out of my clothes and laid on him. We made out roughly and needingly on the deck while the wind whipped around us, stimulating us. I slid a condom over my cock and James lubed me up while we made out. Finally I pressed the head against his waiting hole and slid gently in. James closed his eyes and just moaned quietly while I plowed into him. I had a gentle steady rhythm going. Lost in the sensations of the salty air, the stillness of everything, the water lapping against the boat and the intense heat of James wrapped around me, I barely realized when he grunted quietly and shot. I did however, feel him tighten up around me, and moments later I too grunted and blasted into the condom. I looked down into James' eyes. I felt lost in their beauty and the love for me that reflected in them. We just looked at each other, lost in each other's eyes. My cock slid out of him with a audible plop. I pecked him on the lips and stood up. James stood up too. "Time to clean up" he said, surprising me by suddenly dropping backwards over the side. After getting over my original shock I ran to the side and looked out into the bay. James was swimming towards the beach. He turned and waved at me. "Come on in, the waters fine!!" I dove into the clear waters..and felt my body start to numb. The water was freezing. I surfaced and screamed, clearing my eyes to see James laughing about 30 feet away. "Ack, you jerk! This is freezing!!!" "I know, but it's also cleansing!!!" I dove under the water and began a strong stroke towards him. I surfaced and saw him a few meters ahead, making a desperate attempt to make it to shore. Being a strong swimmer I pulled up behind him and lunged taking him down. We rolled around in the water for a few moments. Finally we just rested, him with his legs wrapped around me. He was so cute wet. The cold was soon a memory as we made out in the water. Finally James broke away and swam to the beach. I followed him and we curled up together on the beach. Part 24. "I could lie like this forever, ya know? Just you and me, naked, not a care in the world." James said. "Me too. But then the rest of the world would lose out on you." "The rest of the world doesn't matter. Only you do." "Yeah, but I have the best part." I said, gently grabbing his flaccid penis. "Oh?" "Yeah, I got this." I said, giving it a few short strokes. "and I have the rest of you to go with it." I pecked him lightly on the lips. "We should probably get heading back." "Do we have too? I just want to stay with you here. "Well it is going to get cold soon. It's already starting to go dusky and I really hate navigating at night." James let out a long sigh, and then stood up. "Alright, let's go then." He took my hand and we walked into the surf up to our waists, then swam to the boat. I was starting to feel the effects of all the physical exertion and was ready to pretty much pop down in bed and pack it in. We pulled ourselves onto the boat and collapsed in a heap. Finally I stood and went over to the wheel. I turned the ignition ... and got nothing. I tried it again. "Shit" I groaned. "What?" James asked, coming up behind me. I cranked the ignition again. Still nothing. "Boats dead." "What? How??" "I don't know." "What does this mean??" "It means we are stranded till I can get the coast guard out." "When will that be?" "Well it's not a emergency, so probably not until the morning." "So then I'll get to spend the night out here with you anyways." He said, his smile flashing in the waning dusk." "I guess so, yeah." "Good." He replied, kissing me deeply. I picked up the radio, which was fortunately still working, and placed a call into the coast guard dispatch. As I suspected, since we were not in any dire circumstances, a rescue boat could not be picked up until morning. Hearing this, James came up behind me and began to nibble the back of my neck. "So, were stranded. What do you want to do?" I asked. Already knowing the answer. "Fuck you." He replied, grinning. "Fine, be that way. No need to get snarky about it." I said, tossing a blanket at him. "I'll go sleep out on the deck, have a good night." I tried to suppress a grin while looking at James' shocked face. I began to walk towards the deck. "Jay, wait, I didn't mean--" I turned to him, big grin on my face. "I know what you meant, now get out here and romance me." I turned away from him and walked out to the deck, where I rolled out a blanket. I laid down on it and closed my eyes. I felt a warmth on my cock, and a moistness that slowly enveloped my entire dick. I opened my eyes and watched James working over my cock. The stars had started poking out in the near-dark sky, and a full moon was rising. The romance of the situation hit me. I closed my eyes and allowed James to work me over. Soon I felt my legs spread slightly and something warm parted my asscheeks. I giggled, as this was a very sensitive area to me. My eyes opened to see James shoot up at my laugh. "What? Did I do something wrong?" "No, that's just a sensitive area right now." I adjusted myself to make my hole more accessible. He began to lick me in earnest, proving his rimming skills were improving. In no time I was writhing around, hands gripping tightly to the blanket. All to soon James poked his head up from between my legs. "Ready?" "Ready and willing babe." I heard the tearing of foil, realizing that he must have brought a condom with him. I felt him press against my asshole, and prepared myself for the puncture through my ring. I gasped as he slowly slid into me, then relaxed. Soon I felt his balls against my ass. I nodded quietly to him. He closed his eyes and began to thrust into me. By now it was dark, with only the stars and the moon above us, and the sound of the waves lapping against the boat and the crickets chirping from the nearby island. My cock bounced up and down, leaving slimy trails of pre-cum on both my and James' stomachs. A heat blossomed in me and spread rapidly through my body. James grunted as he slid in and out of me. He leaned forward and pressed his lips needingly against mine. We kissed deeply, me savoring his taste. He pulled back and his eyes rolled back into his head for a moment. He leaned forward. "I'm gonna cum baby." He whispered, his sweat dripping onto me. "Me too." I replied as the first spurt shot far out of me and onto his chest. I felt his cock swell inside me as his body stiffened up and a cry echoed across the bay. A large puddle of cum sat on my stomach. James and I both panted heavily. I looked up at him, his gorgeous face, his hear clinging to it, the moonlight framing him. He looked so beautiful at that moment. "God I love you." I told him again. He smiled at me and kissed me. I heard his dick slide out with a loud plop, and suddenly I felt empty inside. We disentangled ourselves a few moments later and I grabbed a towel from the wheelhouse and cleaned myself up. We both threw on shorts and I opened up the cooler and pulled out a couple of sandwiches and cokes. We ate them silently. "Well, I'm beat." I told James. "Plus Coast Guard will be here early." "Yeah, I know, let's pack it in." he replied. We curled up under the stars in the boat cabin, with the stars above us. He kissed me on the back of the neck as we curled up together. He whispered in my ear how much he loved me, needed me. Our hearts beat together as one, and I knew at that moment what I had been suspecting all day. James and I were meant to be together, he was my soulmate and being without him would cause me heartbreak I hadn't known since my parent's death the year before. I had lost my parents, I'd be damned if I lost James too. To be continued.