Date: Fri, 22 May 2009 15:13:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: niftystoryteller <niftystoryteller@yahoo.com>
Subject: my new summer job, chap 4

Chapter Four

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your
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	Despite the tropical heat, a shiver went through me as the dock
slipped away in a cloud of black diesel smoke.  Did my sudden chill signal
excitement?  Anticipation?  A bit of apprehension?  Probably all of the
above.  I had wanted a bit of adventure, and I was pretty sure that there
would not be any disappointment on that score.  The fact that Sam was along
for the ride, well, that made it just about perfect.  Maybe I was naive,
but I did not really think that there was anything that we could not handle
together.

	It had not been terribly difficult to hire a suitable boat to take
us to the site that we were planning to explore.  I had the distinct
impression that this particular provincial backwater attracted more than
its share of layabouts and misfits, all of whom needed to occasionally earn
some cash, and many of whom owned a boat or knew someone who did.  Imagine
a Far Eastern Mos Eisely and you're on the right track.

	After talking with half a dozen prospects, Will finally settled on
a beat-up trawler that was captained by a cigar-chewing Brit.  His
sun-weathered features were testimony to decades on the water, so
experience would not be a worry.  I never did catch his name, but he was
assisted by his crew of two tow-headed Australian lads, Rory and Sean, who
just called him "Cap'n".  They were a couple of years older than Sam and I,
but they clearly were in no hurry to settle down.  They seemed to be pretty
content to take life as it came, at least as long as it involved plenty of
sun, seawater, and beer.  I was grateful that they were also game to help
us load all of our gear on the boat, especially after they skinned off
their T-shorts, providing us plenty of opportunity to admire their tanned
torsos.  They had the organic musculature that comes only from plenty of
hard physical work.

	We had hoped to leave early enough in the morning that we could get
to our destination and set up camp before nightfall, but a faulty fuse
caused a delay in our departure, necessitating an overnight stay on the
boat.  As the sun approached the horizon, where sea and sky met, we dropped
anchor in a small cove.  The jungle spilled down all the way to the water,
which was crystal clear and inviting.  Sam and I did not hesitate for an
instant to join Rory and Sean when they announced that they were going to
jump in before preparing our evening meal.  Out of the corner of my eye I
could see Will repeatedly glancing our way as the four of us stripped off
our clothes.  I guessed that he wanted to join us, but he diligently kept
sorting through his pile of maps and charts.

	Both Rory and Sean would have been very popular at Idlewild.  In
addition to being tan, buff, and handsome in a slouchy kind of way, they
were both impressively hung.  Even better, neither of them seemed to be
very shy about showing off their family jewels, which bounced heavily from
side to side as they trotted to the railing and plunged into the water.
Both were uncut, though Sean's foreskin was clearly longer than Rory's.  As
usual, I experienced a little feeling of envy about what they had that my
parents had taken away.

	The crystal-clear water was quite warm, although still refreshing
in its own way, both to us and to the schools of fish that swam around.
After listening to a noisy engine for six hours, it was fun to kick back
and relax to the sounds of the birds and the waves.  Will walked over to
the railing and watched us splashing around, and I thought that he might be
preparing to join us, but he seemed preoccupied with the business of our
expedition.  Despite the watery camaraderie we enjoyed as we horsed around,
dunking each other, eventually Rory announced that he and Sean needed to
pull some grub together or face a court martial, and they hauled themselves
out of the water, offering Sam and me a nice view of their solid butts.

	"Too bad they're not part of the team," Sam remarked as he swam
over to where I was treading water.

	I reached down and grabbed his bobbing cock.  "Are you saying I'm
not enough for you?  Do you want to go gather bananas with them?"

	He grinned.  "Maybe I want to watch you working those manly behinds
over.  I bet you'd love to break them in for your prof."

	I really could not argue with that.

	Over our simple dinner of fish and rice the captain entertained us
with tales of his time spent plying these waters, which apparently were
populated by pirates, rebels, sharks, and plenty of corrupt government
officials.  He was a little unclear on exactly how he had ended up in
Indonesia, and it would not have surprise me if it had involved a scrape
with the law in at least one jurisdiction, and maybe more.  When Will asked
him about where we were going he nodded and took another puff on his pipe.

	"Can't say I know the place well, but I've heard a few stories.
The locals talk about the Ebu Gogo, midget people who you see there from
time to time.  Never seen one of Ôem meself, but I never claim that I've
seen everything there is to be seen, neither."

	"Midget people?" Sam blurted out.  "You mean dwarves?"

	"More like elves, I think.  They ain't s'posed to be exactly human.
There one minute and gone the next.  Probably more scared of us then we
would be of them.  But I don't really know."

	"Do you think they might just be monkeys?" I asked.

	The Cap'n laughed. "Oh, you'll see plenty of them too.  Damn pests.
Can't leave anything out but they're into it.  But these little people
ain't monkeys, even if they ain't humans neither." He reached behind him
and produced a bottle of whiskey.  "Any of you want a nip before we batten
down the hatches and get some shut-eye?"

	The conversation moved on to a passionate debate among the Cap'n
and his crew about the relative strengths and weaknesses of just about
every rugby team in the Commonwealth.  I did not have a lot to contribute
on that topic, so I just kicked back, turned my gaze up to the unfamiliar
stars in the southern sky, and wondered exactly where this trip was taking
me.  I felt like I was a long way from what we normally define as home, but
as long as Sam was there, that did not really bother me.

	I was still wondering later that night, as I lay out on top of my
bedroll on the deck, next to Sam.  His even breathing indicated that he was
sound asleep, but for some reason I could not join him.  Rory and Sean were
also sacked out on the deck, since Will was occupying their cabin.  In the
dim starlight I could see that, like Sam, Rory was dead to the world.
Sean, on the other hand, was even more restless than I.  He tossed and
turned for a while before finally reaching down into the waist of his
shorts and exploring that territory.  Keeping very still, I watched as he
played with himself.  Eventually I began to worry that he would cum in his
shorts, but he calmed my fears when he very carefully pulled down his
zipper, freeing what had by that point grown into a monster dick.  Seeing
it rear up as he gripped its base between his index and middle finger, I
was a little disappointed that we would be arriving at our destination the
next morning.  I was even more disappointed when he nudged Rory awake,
whispered something, and the sleepy mate began to blow his insomniac
friend.  Judging by the relative expertise, it looked like this was not the
first time that had happened.  And probably would not be the last.  I hoped
that there would be an opportunity at some point to make sure of that.