Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 22:42:16 -0400
From: Sequoyah's Place <drdelmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels--Chapter Twenty-two

Saga of the Elizabthton Tarheels

Chapter Twenty-two

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Chapter Twenty-two

"Damn it, Bobbie, I have tried. I have really tried, but cock suckers are
just that, cock suckers, and I want nothing to do with them, even if
they used to be my friends. When Marc and Justin turned gay, they
got themselves wiped off my list."

"Funny, seems to me you were the one that kept insisting I become a
cock sucker and, if you'll recall, I did it only to please you. Sucking
your weenie does nothing for me. I didn't want to suck cock then and I
don't like it now, so it is more than a little bit strange to hear you
carry on about cock suckers. I will certainly remember that from now
on. Yeah, from now on, 'Adam hates cock suckers,' will be something I
remember."

"Shit, Bobbie Baby, you know what I mean. Women are supposed to be
cock suckers..." from a sound clear and obvious to us, standing some
distance for the quarreling lovers, Adam got slapped, hard. "Fuck,
Bobbie, why did you do that?"

"Because I am sick and tired of your attitude toward women and
toward me. You treat me as a convenience. You want to make out, I'm
supposed to be overjoyed. You want your cock sucked, I'm supposed
to welcome it like a kid seeing an ice cream cone. You want to fuck,
I'm supposed to be ecstatic, flop on my back and say, 'Now, Baby,
fuck me now.' If I even suggest I'd like not to do what you're in the
mood for, you are at best a pouting six-year-old and at worse, well,
you've never hit me, but verbal abuse? Yeah. And God forbid that I
want some loving when you are not in the mood! Let's just let it go
with noting that I knew better than even hint.

"It's like with birth control. Remember? We were lucky I didn't get
pregnant the first crack out of the box, and when you realized what
we had done and what the possible outcome might be, what was your
response? It sure as hell wasn't, 'We'll get through it together.' No, it
was, 'Damn, Bobbie, don't you dare get pregnant. You don't need a kid
yet.' Thank God, it didn't happen; WE didn't get pregnant. And when I
said you should use a condom, you balked. The pouty six-year-old
whined that it won't feel good -- by the way, just how the hell would
you know? Who had you been fucking? Huh? Or was that just more of
the great information you and your jock buddies had shared? Anyway,
I had to get birth control pills -- not easy since I couldn't just walk in
the drugstore and say, 'Birth control pills, please,' while you could
have picked up condoms just about anywhere, but no, 'It's a woman's
place to see that she doesn't get pregnant.' Damnit, I'm tired of that
shitty attitude, real tired.

"Our relationship is pretty sick, I see it now. It took looking at Justin
and Marc, Sharky and Antwon for me to realize that. They love each
other and I don't know what sex is like for them, but I sure as hell bet
it's not a one-way street. Fact is, I bet it's Fourth of July fireworks
and I bet, 'I'm not ready,' or 'I don't want to do that' goes. Remember
Antwon saying he had been raped and was afraid for a man to get
close? What did Sharky do? Sharky gave him all the time he needed
and was as gentle as could be so Antwon could get over being raped.
He wasn't focused on how it felt for him, but how it felt for the guy
he loved. He had patience and, yeah, now there's skyrockets when
they make love. I'd put money on it.

"Kinda weird, Adam, that two gay couples showed me what a loving
relationship looks like. I don't know about the future, Adam, but for
now, I think I want my space. Maybe we can get together later, but
right now, yeah, I need my space."

"Oh shit, Bobbie," Adam whined, "You know I love you."

"Not sure about that right now, but I am sure I'm ready to go fishing."

Justin and I made sure we were hidden when Bobbie walked past, head
high, and Adam followed like a wounded puppy. "Wow," Justin said.
"Amazing that Bobbie and Adam have been a couple forever and
having sex for a school year at least and two gay couples call their
relationship into question."

"Yeah, but it worries me," I said. "Look, Adam is, obviously, still hung
up on our relationship and that is bad enough, but I'd bet a dollar to a
doughnut, we will be blamed for the break-up. I do not like the looks of
that. You know how childish Adam can be, and toss him in with that
crowd of football jocks and it could spell real trouble."

"How about we not borrow trouble?" Justin responded. Maybe he will
behave himself for the rest of the week -- only a few days now -- and
not spoil the rest of our spring break in the Keys and later... back at
school? We'll just have to deal with whatever the future brings.
Right?"

I kissed Justin quickly and said, "Yeah, but I am worried." Justin didn't
respond, but I saw a worried look in his eyes that told me he was as
worried as I was.

Shortly after Bobbie and Adam left, we did as well, and gathered with
the group at the dinghy to pick up fishing tackle and our license. I
reapplied sun screen and used sun block in really vulnerable spots, put
on a long-sleeved shirt and held on to Justin's shoulder while I pulled
on long pants. When I put my Aussie hat back on, I hoped I was
prepared for the sun, but I was hot. "Kinda dumb to select the middle
of the day to be in the sun," I said.

"Middle of the day? Well, I guess. It's 10:00. We got an early start,
you remember," Justin reminded me.

Fishing was good, very good. In less than an hour we had caught a lot
of fish and Antwon had selected the ones to keep, the rest we put
back in the water. "I have all the fish I need for dinner," he said, "and
I'm sure you all need to get out of the sun. I'll take the fish back to
the boat and bring lunch. Take it easy for a few."

We each had brought two bottles of water to the island and all had
opened one while we were still at the fort. I opened my second bottle
which was half-full and downed it even though it was warm. Justin and
I found some shade and spread a large beach towel and lay down. I was
dozing when John came by and said, "Lunchtime."

There was a picnic table with each of the tent sites, but also several
tables which were to be shared. Fortunately, we had a table to
ourselves and in short time, had a great picnic spread. Well, we might
have called it a picnic, but it was a gourmet feast which came in picnic
baskets. Mrs. Metzer passed out bottles of cold water and as soon as
I had opened mine, I realized I was pretty thirsty and drank half of it
even though I had finished the warm one not long ago.

After we had eaten, every scrap of trash was gathered up and put in
garbage bags to be taken back to the boat for disposal on the
mainland. That done, Mrs. Metzer said, "Ok, I am ready for a restroom
run." There are no public restrooms on Garden Key and we had all
used the head on a docked ferry earlier. Now, after almost two
bottles of water, I realized I was in need as well.

"Couldn't you have used hand signals and not said it out loud?" John
asked, standing with his legs crossed.

"Don't make me laugh!" Bobbie said.

"Restroom run," Sharky said, and we grabbed the garbage and headed
for the dinghy. We tossed in the garbage and as we did, Sharky said,
"Hop in and we'll use our head."

After we were finished with the head, we gathered in the salon. "We
can go back to the island now for down time there or we can stay
here. I think we all need some rest before the afternoon's activities.
Need an hour anyway before snorkeling," Sharky said.

We decided to stay on board and Justin and I went to our cabin. I
didn't realize how tired I was until I lay down, my head on Justin's
chest. Of course, we had spent a lot of time standing and walking all
morning, and lying down in the cool cabin felt good, so good the gentle
rocking of the boat soon put me to sleep.

Half an hour later, Justin stirred and I was awake immediately, then
his regular breathing told me he had settled back asleep and I joined
him. Later, Justin stirred again and as he did, I leaned over and kissed
him, barely touching his lips with mine, but it was enough. He opened
his eyes as a big Justin heart-melting smile spread across his face. "I
love you," he whispered softly, and pulled my lips to his for a more
substantial kiss. Kiss ended, he said softly, "I wish I could wake up like
that always, with you kissing me," then kissed me again.

"And just why can't you?" I asked. "I plan to be with you the rest of
your life."

"Does that mean you'll marry me?" he grinned.

"No, I mean maybe, later, but right now I was just planning on living in
sin."

"Nothing sinful about the way I love you," he said, with a serious look
on his face. "Don't think love, real love, is ever sinful."

"Then I'll just live purely with you," I grinned.

"Yeah, purely," he said.

Just then, Antwon called and I kissed Justin quickly, stood, grabbed
his hand and pulled him to his feet and we went topside. Antwon was
there as were Sharky and Mrs. Metzer. Antwon asked, "Ok, who's for
snorkeling?"

Mrs. Metzer had her hand up before any of us, but the six others
were not far behind. "Great! You won't regret it, that's a promise,"
Mrs. Metzer said.

We climbed into the dinghy, surrounded by snorkeling gear and stuff
we needed, and headed toward the island. A few minutes later, Sharky
stopped the dinghy and said, "Metzer, check this as an anchor site."
Mrs. Metzer surprised us all by quickly putting on a mask and going
over the side. Half a minute later, she came back to the surface and
gave a thumbs-up.

"We can only anchor where there is a sandy bottom, not very
interesting, but any place else and we'd damage the coral. We'll get in
the water here and swim toward the wall of the fort. In and around it
is some of the best snorkeling I know -- well, again, except for the
windjammer wreck we'll visit tomorrow. While you'll be snorkeling,
you'll still be in the sun and all of you -- well, maybe not Justin -- will
need to get out of the sun from time to time to reapply sunscreen.
The canopy is up and will help as well, but watch reflected sun. Marc,
that is especially important for you. I suggest that all of you apply
sunscreen before you start and each time you come out of the water.
You can never use too much and I don't want a bunch of sunburned
spring breakers aboard tonight," Sharky said.

We all had, of course, played around with goggles at home and even
done a bit of snorkeling with cheap equipment, but the equipment
Antwon handed out was definitely highest quality -- mask, snorkel,
and fins. Bobbie was kinda grossed out when Sharky showed us how to
spit on the mask before putting it on and he gave her a spray can of
what he called industrial strength spit to use instead.

Antwon, Sharky and the Captain checked us out one by one before we
went overboard. Antwon had warned us about the coral. "Not at all
worried about your snorkeling since you all pretty well had the hang of
it before you arrived, but you haven't had experience with coral. First
off, you touch it and you can do major damage to yourself. Adam, I
suspect that might be doubly true for you, but all of you remember it
is dangerous for you to touch. Also, you are a danger to it. It is very
fragile and a careless step can cause damage which could take a
hundred plus years to repair. The motto? 'Look, appreciate, enjoy, but
don't touch.' 'Nough said, because you have proven yourselves
responsible adults. Once we are overboard, wait up until Sharky or I do
a final check. Enjoy! Overboard!" We went over the side one at a time
and were soon on our own.

Our experience at home stood us in good stead, but as soon as I put
my face beneath the water, I realized I was in for a new experience. I
would have never believed water could be as clear as that under us as
we approached the fort walls, and the sea life around us was amazing.
Some schools of fish floated by, ignoring us, while others seemed to
be as interested in us as we in them. Several fish swam right up to
me, paused and looked at me as I looked at them. Almost as
interesting as the fish were the shrimp and some spidery lobsters,
but most interesting were the corals. I remembered Antwon's warning
about the dangers of touching the corals, both to the fragile sea
creatures and to us, but I did get as close as I felt was safe to look at
them and the sea life which lived among them.

The longer we were in the water, the better we got at going down
when something interested us. Time passed quickly and I was
surprised when Antwon signaled for us to take a break. When we got
back into the dinghy, I started drying myself when Mrs. Metzer said,
"Justin, dry him thoroughly, then apply this." She handed Justin a
bottle and added, "It's both a great lotion and a high-value sunscreen.
It's more waterproof than what you have been using."

Justin took the towel from me and began rubbing my hair vigorously,
then made sure I was dry all down my front. Turning me around, he
dried my neck and shoulders, then my back. He left no spot undried.
Suddenly he hooked his thumbs in the band of my trunks and slid them
down my legs before I realized what he was doing. "Justin! What are
you doing?" I whispered.

"Drying you all over. Now turn around and show the audience your nice
butt." I had already started turning around, thinking showing the
bunch my butt was probably preferable to showing them my cock and
balls.

Justin covered a hand with lotion, then smoothed it over my body,
ignoring -- thank goodness! -- my cock and balls. He stepped behind
me, effectively hiding me and what he was doing from the others as
he applied lotion to my back. I started to say something when he
slipped his hand down my crack, then started sliding a lotion slick
finger up and down my crack and my rosebud. Immediate erection -- a
hard, pulsating cock stood out in front of me. As much as I hated to
call a halt, I said, "Thanks," and pulled up my trunks after which Justin
covered the backs of my legs.

Mrs. Metzer had been using an underwater digital camera and invited
us to gather around to look at the shots she had taken. "I have at
least one shot of each of you," she said as she started paging
through the photos. I'll try to get some more when we go back. Need
to give you support for your bragging about your spring break when
you get back in school."

"Then you do understand we all have to have copies of pictures,"
Susan said.

"Especially those of us," John added.

"Of course," Mrs. Metzer laughed. "Poster size of each of you."

"Ready to go back?" Sharky asked and we were all eager. Mrs. Metzer
handed me the sunscreen/lotion and said, "Reapply."

"Think all of you might follow Marc's lead and reapply sunscreen," the
Captain said. "Better not need it than to discover you should have
used it later."

"Use this," Mrs. Metzer said, and handed Susan a bottle of her lotion
and gave John another after she had used it herself.

I could tell I was much improved in my snorkeling technique when we
went back overboard. What little I could see of the others indicated
they had learned as well during our first dive. Time passed even
faster and it seemed we had hardly gotten back in the water before
Sharky called another break. I was surprised when I got topside and
discovered how long we had been snorkeling.

As soon as we were topside, Justin grabbed a towel and started
drying me. "Sunscreen or no, I think you got a bit of sun, Oh Fair One."

"Think you're right," the Captain said. "Don't want to be a killjoy, but I
think you would be wise to sit out the next dive. You really don't want
to be laid up with sunburn -- ever -- but it would really be tragic to
miss tomorrow," he added. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew it
was the wise thing to do.

Justin, again, dried me but without additions this time, and reapplied
Mrs. Metzer's miracle snake oil -- John's name for the lotion, much to
Mrs. Metzer's amusement -- in spite of the fact that I would remain
under the canopy in the shade.

Once everyone else was in the water, the Captain said, "Why don't you
get out of the wet trunks and into dry clothes? You'll not be going
back in today." After I made sure there were no other snorkelers
nearby, I slipped out of my wet trunks and pulled on my long pants and
shirt with sleeves. "You're in the shade, but sun reflected off the
water can be a real killer. Make sure you sunscreen your face well." I
did as he suggested.

"I noticed that little play with Justin a while ago," he said, staring out
across the water. He had been in the front of the boat and the rest
of us were in the back, so he must have had a box seat to the event.
"None of my business, but you guys are new to each other -- as lovers
I mean -- right?"

My face was red and it wasn't sunburn! "Well, yeah. I mean, well, we
have been in love for years, I guess, but kept it secret from each
other until this week."

"Again, not really any of my business, but either of you coming in by
the back door?"

"Coming in by the back door?" Ok, I have admitted I can be pretty
dense sometimes. I suddenly realized what he was asking, turned even
redder and stammered, "Oh! No! No, not yet."

The Captain started laughing his head off and said, "I know that's
right! Just wanted to say that while I wouldn't recommend doing it in
public -- or even among friends again -- Justin has the right idea.
Slow, easy, and take your time."

I suddenly felt very comfortable with the Captain and asked some
very practical questions -- questions about making love, about gay
sex. As I said, I had read things on the Internet, but this was like a
gay grandfather talking with his gay grandson. Justin was in for some
surprises and we were in for some fun times. After that kind of talk,
I felt I could, and I asked him about his lover and their life together,
and he told me a wonderful story of love and devotion. Finally, he
started telling me tales of his life on the sea, admitting that half of it
was bull, "but I can't remember which half anymore!" he laughed.
Turns out I missed the third snorkeling dive but had an absolutely
delightful time with the Captain. I suspect in the years ahead, that
conversation will be as much remembered as the rest our first day on
Dry Tortugas.