Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2004 14:43:08 -0400
From: jhaze <horti123@charter.net>
Subject: THE SCHOOL YACHT FRIG-IT (GAY MALE - HIGH SCHOOL)

THE SCHOOL YACHT FRIG-IT

By Jamie Haze


I was fourteen, and had just been kicked out of my second prep school
within twelve months; thereby making my parents once again aware of my
existence if only temporarily. I was quite proud of this accomplishment; it
meant another long vacation at home while dear old dad took some of his
precious time to find another school that would accept me despite my
reputation as being something of a creative prankster. (How was I to know
such a small bomb placed in the grounds maintenance-building restroom would
cause the entire building to burn down?)

My dad's little jet landed at Hobby Airport and taxied to its hanger. The
family car parked close by before the turbines quit spinning entirely. I
took a deep breath when I saw the driver rush to the rear door to hold it
open while my father climbed out. The deep breathing exercises were to
prepare myself for the premature ass chewing I was about to receive in a
quasi-public place with the driver and pilots looking on and listening to
every word of his offence and my defense, such as it was, while they
quickly switched my luggage from the plane to the car's trunk.

I approached my father hesitantly, wearing a suitably contrite expression
and guess what? My dad was wearing the biggest shit-eating grin while he
watched my bags being transferred. That was the problem, he was looking at
my stuff appear and disappear, intentionally ignoring his only son standing
in front of him. He made me a little nervous, but I waited quietly for his
opening jaws.

"That's all of it Sir," the co-pilot announced. His smirk in my direction
was not confidence inspiring and neither was the fuel truck that raced to
the rear of the plane to refuel with the pilot looking over the crewman's
shoulder as usual.

My father looked at me for the first time. His grin broadened, "Not quite,"
he said while he pulled my over-stuffed carry on bag from my shoulder and
handed it off. "You won't be needing anything in this either," he chuckled
at seeing my surprise. Of course that bag contained everything most
valuable and personal to me including my limited collection of pornography,
gay, bi and straight. I hadn't yet had time to identify my orientation, but
I really enjoyed the pud pounding my roommate and I gave each other after
lights out. We talked about head jobs but neither of us was yet willing to
go first, although I was sorely tempted to bite the bullet, figuratively
speaking, on that score in the heat of the moment when I felt him on the
verge of pumping cum. You know it really was a waste of good jit. I knew
what mine tasted like and I reasoned that anything my hard bodied athletic
roommate's body produced wouldn't be worse and possibly might even be
better.

Dad nudged me from my reverie by poking my ribs. I looked down, "Here,
you'll need your passport."

My mouth fell open, I sputtered, "Passport? But, but Dad, that was just a
chemistry project! We each had to combine stuff together to produce some
kind of practical product and then demonstrate that it worked! The
chem. instructor didn't even want to know what it was in advance, he told
us all he wanted to be surprised, that's all!" When I get scared I begin
using exclamation points while pleading and groveling.

The fucking chuckle turned into open laughter, "Too late my son, I'm ready
for you this time." With that he offered me his hand, "Well, I expect to
see you again in just twelve short months. Take care now! I've been given a
money back guarantee that you'll return to us a changed obedient young
man."

I had questions, boy did I have questions, "But, but, what about clothes?
What school? Why the passport? Where the hell is it anyway? What about my
stuff, at least give me back my personal junk! My laptop's in there too!"
Something dawned on me, "SCHOOL, TWELVE MONTHS A YEAR? Come on Dad, give me
a break, I'll behave, I promise!"

Dad's fucking chuckle was annoying by then and he enjoyed looking down on
me, I hadn't started my teen growth spurt yet so I was only five-six
compared to his six-two, (but I was praying about that). He leaned back
into the car and returned to hand me a folder, "Here are all your
answers. I trust this will make good reading on the way. Now hurry up and
get back on board. You'll be there in no time at all." He rolled the window
down so I could continue to hear his laughter.

I opened the folder that held the answers to my fate after we were airborne
once again. Dad even included all his faxed correspondence with my new
mystery school. I was shocked to discover that tuition, room and board for
twelve months was two hundred-fifty thousand dollars, that was before I
considered that the cost of replacing a fucking bombed out barn and
everything it contained plus the cost of the same fees for me to attend my
former school was far more or would be probably. Who knew fucking lawn
mowers were so expensive?

I was moaning inwardly until I found some eight by ten labeled photos. The
first was of a sixty to seventy foot sailboat, a center cockpit ketch,
under sail, slightly heeled in the ocean. The Frig-It was going to be my
new school! My spirits brightened. We owned a sailboat, an old restored
wooden hulled sloop, so I knew how to sail something that size plus I loved
to sail! Score one point for Robby Ford, yours truly!

The second photo was of my soon to be Capitan, Head Master, sole instructor
and the owner all contained in one fantastic body. His attached bio stated
that he was Carl Lundstrom. Lundstrom, where had I heard that name before?
He was only twenty-four years old and yet was possessed of not just one but
three master's degrees, one of which was education. I studied his picture
or more accurately, his body, closely but found my eyes wandering to the
young man standing beside Capitan Lundstrom. I thought at first that he was
Asian or maybe Anglo-Asian, whatever, he was decked out in huge giggling
smile and a tiny speed suit that clearly outlined a decent package worth
exploring further. Carl rested his hand on the boy's shoulder and the boy
covered Carl's hand with one of his own. No, the boy was actually holding
hands with the Capitan in front of the camera. This was getting
interesting, "We're they lovers?" I wondered. I looked back at Carl
Lundstrom's body. "WOW! I would consider doing more with either of them if
a `Lover' position was open," I thought. His superior rank was only denoted
by a cap, sunglasses and too small shorts that were pushed so low
apparently to keep his Nordic package from sneaking out the leg hem of his
shorts.

The third and final photo was of the boy, I found his name to be Ali, (so
goes my Asian theory). Ali was hauling on a gib sheet pulling with all his
might even using a monster electric winch. The boat was clearly heeled over
and Ali was being soaked in spray so his body sparkled. Even better Ali's
tiny bikini was gone displaying a finely muscled back and the cutest little
ass that caused me to give even more consideration to that alternative life
style. Obviously the reason my father snatched everything I owned was that
the predominant uniform of the day was bare well-tanned skin. The days
during the next year were going to be long and troubled for me if I had to
look at that crew going bare ass all the time.

I read the brochure. The class if we could be called that, was to be
limited to not more than two high school age boys. Everything was to be
provided us on arrival although nudity was required weather permitting
unless we were in port or there were other vessels nearby. The nudity issue
was explained as means of leveling the playing field between
classmates. "WHAT? How rough could the fucking field be between two guys
with families who could both afford the annual fees?"

I looked up when we touched down at the Ft. Lauderdale Executive Airport. I
deplaned after giving both pilots my thanks for the safe flight with one
upraised middle finger. Those worthies responded in kind with more laughter
than I cared to listen to at the time. The only bright spot in the small
lobby of the private plane service center was Ali dancing from foot to
foot, giggling his warmest welcome and motioning me to him. Ali was my
height I was very pleased to see. He wore a pair of shorts and deck shoes,
nothing else. "WOW!" my eyes said and I think his answered with the same
response as we roamed each other's body, shook hands and introduced
ourselves. My eye sweeps paused at his monogrammed shorts. I started to
laugh, "Hey, I've seen those shorts before. Only the Capitan was wearing
them at the time."

"Oh, where was that?" he challenged with a grin.

I opened the folder and showed him the picture of them posing together,
"Aren't those yours, I mean those?" I pointed, Ali stepped forward and my
index finger poked his bulge.

Ali giggled at my blush and took my hand to hold it while leading me out of
the lobby. "Yes, quite right, they are. You see we don't have extensive
wardrobes onboard and it's just a bit easier to keep everything in a single
drawer, and then sort them when we need to don something. That day when
Carl decided he needed to prove his existence, we set up the tripod and
began snapping madly with a remote, before we both looked down at the same
time realizing together that we were in the all together so to speak. We
raced to the cabin to grab something, my suit fit me but he ended up in my
shorts."

I laughed with him as he pushed me into a rental car. "You have a neat
accent, are you British?"

Ali smiled at me, "Oh my, we're to have a diplomat among us this cruise."

"Oh who?"

"You, your question. What you really wanted to say is, `So Ali dear chap
what's your story?' but you were giving me an out if I didn't wish to
explain more than my accent."

My face reddened, "Guilty. Sorry I didn't mean to pry."

"Not at all. In a proverbial nutshell I'll give you the run down. I was
born of a mixed union, my mother was European and my father is Saudi,
actually a distant relative of the royal family. Women in my country as you
may know have few rights or privileges. When I was born my father removed
me from my mother and I was raised with his other children and treated
equally well as a half brother, including an education by mostly English
tutors. Just before puberty and with my virginity intact, my father sold me
as a contract servant." Ali saw my mouth begin to work and waved me to
silence. He continued, "Its something done regularly in my country, but not
a practice that's bandied about. There's no shame involved, in fact there
is a certain status involved. In my case the amount my father received for
my contract was staggering. The man who bought me was of substantially
higher rank than my father, meaning he was much closer to the
throne. Officially I was the personal body servant to his older male
children but I was also there to aid my master whenever he wished to
indulge his taste for a blooming teenage boy."

Ali sighed, "Everything went well until last year when I was sixteen. I was
satisfying the needs of six sons aged twelve through nineteen and being
treated rather fairly considering. I was almost one of the family and I
wasn't always on the bottom and they as often knelt in front of me as I in
front of them. One evening a very high-ranking cousin came to call on the
eldest son and heir. This cretin eyed me up while I was serving them
dinner. He asked very rudely if I was the house fuck boy. My master's son
admitted reluctantly that I was. I was then ordered to strip. Push came to
shove and when my master's personal servant came looking for me because I
was wanted elsewhere," Ali blushed allowing me to draw my own
conclusions. "The chap saw me getting boffed by one outside the immediate
family which as you chaps would say is a rather definite no-no. The next
day my contract was offered for sale, however only to someone outside the
country. My master did that much for me anyway. He prevented that royal
asshole from getting his hands on me."

"Damn Ali I'm sorry. I had no idea that such bullshit went on in any
country." I commiserated.

Ali giggled his charming giggle again, "Not at all Robby, not at all, it
was the best thing that could have happened. You see dear Carl was recently
arrived in the country doing some sort of research for his history
thesis. His inability to communicate and his need to caused him to require
an interpreter in constant attendance and a Saudi friend at University
suggested a visit to a contract labor service, so now you know the rest of
the story."

"Well I'll be goddamned."

"I thought I was too at first, he both scared me quite shitless and he
enthralled me. I had never even seen a walking taking American before and
never dreamed anyone could be quite as beautiful as he was and is," Ali
pointed to the photo on the seat between us. "Don't you agree?"

I tried to be noncommittal, "Yes I guess he is pretty hot. I know I
wouldn't mind having a body like that not to mention being that tall."

Ali slapped me on the shoulder and laughed, "I'm so glad that you're gay,
that will make things so much easier for us all."

"Wait a minute, I'm not sure yet that I am gay. I haven't even had time to
do anything but give and get a few hand jobs with another guy." I meant the
disclaimer but I was also breathing a lot faster.

Ali discounted my ignorance, "Well dear Robby it just so happens that Carl
has placed me in charge of class sex education and mutual satisfaction so
there. Lessons, personal I might add, can begin as soon as we get onboard
since your counterpart won't arrive until tomorrow. This will be a
brilliant experience for you to be sure."

"Wait another minute Ali, won't Carl be around? If he caught us together
I'm the one he'd slaughter," I grinned, "at least to start with. If you
guys are lovers you shouldn't cheat on him."

Ali slapped the steering wheel while he roared out with donkey
heehaws. "But you don't understand oh noble one, we will share and share
alike! Carl will be watching us, and then I shall be watching the two of
you and then you will be watching us two. It will be so stimulating we may
not sleep tonight!"

My jeans' crotch grew uncomfortably tight as I looked at Ali's splendid
exotic body first and then at the eight by ten glossy lying on the seat,
"Who can refuse on offer like that?" I asked rhetorically, "As long as you
guys understand that I'm the rookie onboard."

"Yes but I will be your guide and I am the expert in bedroom matters. Only
the first week will be the hardest for you because you will serve your time
as our bottom but believe me even that position will yield remarkable
rewards."

We arrived at the dock with that cryptic explanation from Ali. The Frig-It
got my attention. She was built using classic traditional lines but I could
see where further comparison ended and a modern cruising boat began. There
was a complex arrangement of domes and dishes on the top of the small
mizzenmast at the stern, the halyards were all internal, placed within each
mast and the sail array was stored on rollers so the sails could be changed
quickly with a push of a button. The binnacle, protected from the weather,
in addition to the traditional compass, held video screens, all dark at the
moment.

"PERMISSION?" Ali at I shouted together and grinned at each other.

"GRANTED and welcome aboard!" Carl answered, poking his head from the wide
hatch that led to the salon below deck. He waved and motioned us below to
join him without appearing on deck more completely.

Ali bowed me down the steps. I stopped midway to stare at Carl who was
obviously waiting and watching for us through the big windows that ran
along the length of the cabin. Carl was naked and waiting at the foot of
the steps. Ali was looking elsewhere, actually at my ass, and crashed into
and onto my back, which carried us both down the rest of the flight into
Carl's arms. He held both of us up until we found our feet. Meanwhile he
hugged us tight and my arms surrounded him involuntarily, which felt great
except my face was also buried in the cleft between his pectorals. I
smelled his wonderful man scent and soap by breathing deeply and had
trouble moving from that spot. He just laughed and backed away to pick up
Ali, lift his smaller body from the carpet to kiss him passionately when
their lips were even and Ali's feet dangled. After a minute he allowed
Ali's feet to sink again to the deck and offered his hand in welcome to me
while I saw Ali out of the corner of my eye shuck out of his tight shorts
without unbuttoning or zipping.

"Hi!" I offered then thought better, "I mean hello ah, Capitan, ah,
Sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." I could see Carl knew that was a lie so
I decided to correct myself. "Actually I didn't know I was coming here
until about three hours ago and I'm still kind of in a daze."

Carl shook my hand like he meant it but without trying to demonstrate his
superior strength by breaking bones like some assholes are fond of
doing. Suddenly Carl dropped my hand to use both of his to first reach
behind me to pat both ass cheeks carefully before he felt around my hips to
my front pockets. Lastly, with his right hand, he grabbed my crotch, which
included my cock and balls. He grinned and winked at me then roared, "Ali!
Damn it I told you to search this one thoroughly BEFORE he got onboard but
I see you didn't do it did you?"

Ali rushed to Carl's side looking stricken, "But Carl you never told me
to..."

Carl cut him off, "This is the mad bomber and he's stashed a six inch pipe
bomb right down here!" He started laughing. Ali realized he was the victim
of a joke and batted Carl's hand away from my person playfully with a few
light slaps. "One thing you did forget to do is warn him about the two
minute rule."

"Oh dear, you are quite right. We just got so busy chatting I quite
forgot."

"What's the two minute rule?" I asked them cautiously, "I bet I can do it
if you tell me what's wrong." I liked these two and decided I wanted to
belong.

Carl swept his long arm down Ali's body then up his own, "Do you see what's
wrong with this picture? We're both following dress code and you my
handsome young student are not."

"No problem," I began to strip, "I did read that but then I forgot about
it." I was hoping that I didn't shock them when they saw that I wasn't
wearing underwear or socks. I pried off my penny loafers, stepped away from
my neatly piled jeans and dropped my shirt on the heap. I looked at my
watch, "What, thirty seconds flat? Not bad for a first timer was it?" I
grinned with pride of accomplishment.

Nether answered except for mumbles, both of them were staring at me or I
mean my body, or more particularly my cock. Finally Carl broke the rude
silence with a contrived gulp, "How old did you did you say you were?"

My pride started to show, "Petty neat huh?" I jutted my hips at Ali who
jumped to just behind Carl to peek around the tall man's arm. "I'm
fourteen, actually going on fifteen," I looked at my watch again and
telegraphed my joke by smiling, "I'll be fifteen in just ten months,
fourteen days, three hours and seventeen minutes. Seconds don't count
because they're too hard to calculate."

Ali looked way up at Carl's face and tugged his arm. Carl I discovered
never bent down to make eye contact with us little people, he just rolled
his eyes downward until you looked up into narrow blue slits. "Carl I don't
think that's a pipe bomb, but it does look to be all of six inches." Ali
reached out toward me hesitantly and then began plinking me painfully and
playfully with his fingers. I quickly rose to the occasion. I grinned
evilly at him and took a quick step toward him. Ali screamed and began
running around the salon squealing and holding his ass cheeks closed with
both hands. I tackled him in the most open area and we wrestled for a few
minutes before Ali began crying `uncle' and alternately to Carl to save his
ass.

I rolled off him when he was flat on his back and admitted that I cheated
by being almost hard by the time my jeans fell. "But really dear Robby a
seven inch erection on a boy your age is really somewhat hard to come
by. I'm seventeen and can only muster five."

Without thinking I reached over to stand Ali's cock up off his belly to
look at it more closely, "Well your beautiful five is more than plenty for
me."

"Oh no Robby this is just to be your starter kit. Plenty for us both will
be the nearly nine inches kneeling just behind you." Ali started giggling
and pointing but I knew better than to fall for that old gag that is until
Carl tapped me on the hip, he knelt behind me. I jumped in surprise and we
all cracked up together. Carl jumped on me and began tickling me. Ali took
my side at once, which really did little to even the odds. Finally the
impromptu bout ended with me being buried under Carl, his magnificent
erection was pressed in my thigh and my throbbing meat and nuts were
pressed high up in his gut, wherever, the ribald experience grew serious,
we looked into each other's eyes. I wiggled my hips, or tried to and amazed
myself by wanting his heavy cock between my legs as a prelude to getting it
somewhere more intimate.

Carl leaned in close, our lips nearly touched, "May I kiss you?" he barely
whispered. I nodded imperceptibly and puckered up like a starving bird. My
mouth was wide open to receive his tongue. There was no hesitation on his
part; he resumed his search for bombs inside my mouth, every tooth, under
my helpless tongue and behind my dangling tonsils. I sighed and
surrendered, I just had to be gay, if I was straight I wouldn't be trying
to suck his tongue down my throat and I wouldn't be trying to drill a hole
in his solar plexus nor convince his cock that it should be between my legs
with my feeble struggles, exactly where somehow I knew it belonged or
someone's did. Our passion grew yet he being older and experienced had the
willpower to pull away and roll off me onto Ali to give his mouth and body
equal time. He lifted his head to whisper to Ali, "Take Robby to the head
and get ready."

"Completely?"

I saw Carl shrug, "Its your program," he answered. Suddenly he towered over
us. The view from the deck on our backs looking up was extraordinary. He
pulled both of us to our feet, which broke the spell. Ali took my hand to
tug me aft into the master cabin that was the full width of the yacht. Big
windows across the stern made the room bright and cheery although while
docked, the view was of concrete barnacle covered pilings at low tide. I
followed Ali into the head, shipboard terminology inadequate to describe
such an elegant bathroom complete with a spa tub and separate shower.

Ali was the consummate well-rained body servant only instead of serving me
he seemed to have his own agenda. "Outside first, then inside and lastly a
wonderful long shower to relax you I should think will do it quite nicely."

I was tired of them being so cryptic around me. I hoisted an eyebrow after
he motioned me into the tub with only a few inches of water in it. While he
ran the tub he assembled a kit that included barber scissors and several
bottles and tubes, all brands unfamiliar to me along with the purpose of
their contents, a triple edge razor and a can of shaving cream. I grew
concerned after I lay down in the tub on my back and he started clicking
the damned scissors at me a bit too professionally while he eyed my blond
bush. "Wait a minute, you aren't planning what I think you're planning?" I
was shaking my head encouraging him to provide me with the desired answer
while my hands covered my treasured pubic area.

He nodded and grinned, "Oh but I am dear boy, when I'm finished you will
appear quite virginal. This is our way of leveling the playing field
between classmates."

"Your brochure says nude not anything about shaving my pubes. Do you know
how long it's taken me to grow them?" My voice cracked with incredulity.

Ali giggled and stood on his knees outside the tub revealing his own tiny
finely barbered bush. "Until I met Carl I never allowed any hair on my
body. It's our way of creating the illusion of eternal boyhood. Believe me
when I tell you a body free of hair is a very sensual experience for both
partners." He raised an arm and stroked his pit; it too was devoid of hair.

I moaned, "Underarms too?" I buried my hands in my own two pits. A mistake
I realized when I heard the scissors bite something other than thin air. In
seconds he had my meager but prized blond bush so notched and chopped that
I thought I looked disfigured with some rare disease. I gave up, "Okay, get
it over with." I closed my eyes and heard the whoosh of shaving cream
leaving the can. He splashed warm water over my cock and balls. I peeked at
the first touch and stroke of the razor. He held my deflated cock up out of
the way, his touch was sensual and the blood flow reversed course. He
stroked me casually. Casual to him but not to this fourteen going on
fifteen-year-old virgin, "If you keep that up there will be cream and
cream," I warned and arched my pelvis to prove my point with my turgid cock
head inches from his eyes.

"Oh dear, intermission time!" he sang out, I assume to Carl.

I was right, "Be there in a second!" Carl answered.

"Do you mind if I provide you with a bit of relief?" Ali asked coyly. He
knew my answer. He lowered his head. I placed my feet flat in the tub and
used my shoulders to lever my cock up to meet his mouth. I didn't
inconvenience him by having to bob his head; there wasn't time for that
nicety. I flat out fucked Ali's face and when I felt my balls gather I
grabbed his head and pulled it down until his lips kissed my bush. Check
that, he kissed spatters of shaving cream where it used to be. When I
finished pumping that first humongous load down his throat and returned to
reality, I realized what I'd done. I let his head go free and began my
profuse apologies between gulps of air.

Ali sat back on his heels and grinned looking at the open bathroom door. "I
say Carl, rough trade from the start!" Ali seemed delighted with my abuse
to his head. I twisted my head up and back to see Carl standing there in
all his glory with spatters of shaving cream on his belly, balls and the
base of his cock. His blond bush was already pruned back and shaped as
neatly as Ali's.

Carl followed my eyes, "After you serve your time before the mast and you
get so you like it or maybe like Ali, you really love it, then you move up
in rank to be a bottom or top with any of us, that's when you can let it
grow back in, at least this much anyway."

Carl left us with a satisfied smile after I nodded that I understood. Ali
had me stand in the tub to purify my underarms with his razor followed by a
cream or one of them, they were all some kind of depilatories intended for
use on various parts of the body depending on skin sensitivity, like the
stuff he used on my crotch and around my asshole (a waste of time and
material in my opinion) was for women to use to decease the possibility of
strays peeking out from under their bikinis. I truly moaned when he got to
my chest, all of my belly and finally my legs, I told Ali that I would
never be seen in public until they grew back in. He suggested that if
anyone asked, that I tell them that I swam competitively.

"As a matter of fact I do or rather did, but I'd quit before anyone could
make me shave my legs." I responded forlornly as Ali used the hand spray to
wash the muck from my body that was once potential beautiful blond body
hair.

When he was satisfied that I was new born baby bald except for my head of
course, and still standing in the empty tub, he had me turn away from him
and with a gentle push on my back bent me over, "Now for the inside." I
looked back and down. He was anointing the hand held spray head with KY,
one of the unused tubes. He adjusted the water temperature and rate of flow
and asked with a husky voice if I would spread my own cheeks. I sighed and
complied ready to be douched, yet another new experience.

Suddenly instead of the head I was expecting Ali was busy wiggling his
tongue into my pucker. I jetted forward like I'd just been penetrated with
a pile driver. I bumped my head painfully on the tiled wall. "OW!" I
screamed and turned planting my little ass against the wall more from shock
and surprise than any pain, "What the fuck was that all about?" I demanded.

Ali sat back on his haunches and grinned, "Just a sample, I couldn't resist
and you may as well get used to it because it's one of the most delightful
perks in serving as a pussy." I looked confused, Ali explained further,
"during your learning period, you will not be allowed to refuse anyone who
feels the need, however before you are mounted your server must first suck
you to completion. Think of the rule as `No suck, no fuck.' And then after
someone, anyone must then remove the most recent deposit before you can be
serviced again."

I looked quizzical before it dawned on me what he was trying to tell me
without getting crude, I grinned evilly at the thought, "You mean each time
I get fucked someone has to eat me out before I can be fucked again, but
then before I get fucked again that guy has to suck me off again first?"
Ali nodded and smiled at my delight, "Why the fuck didn't you just tell me
all that in the beginning? I would have raced you in here and then shaved
myself!" I giggled and looked down to see that my cock also enjoyed the
immediate future.

Ali laughed and shook his head in mock dismay, "You and Carl should have
been brothers. You not only look alike you think alike expressing the same
vulgarities. Quite unbelievable!"

"Ya, ya, ya," I spun around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks willingly,
"come on Ali old chap let's get with the program here, I want to see how
this works, but first if you don't mind, how about another one of your
tongue samples." I was so relaxed from being tongue fucked; I hardly
noticed when Ali switched to the spray head. When I was full to overflowing
I scooted to the toilet and then quickly returned also willingly, to my
mentor in all things sexual to be double rinsed for good measure.

After I was finished Ali handed me the hose and replaced me in the tub
eagerly. He assumed the position but was careful not to suggest I return
the service with my tongue. He allowed me to decide. I moved up close to
eyeball his pucker but couldn't seem to see it, "Ali I hate to say this, me
being pretty much still a virgin and all, but I can't seem to find your
asshole. You do have one don't you?"

Ali giggled; he looked at me upside down around his arm, and "its there,
just hard to see. They're all quite different you'll find, like
fingerprints. Just run a finger down the channel and when it sinks, you've
found it," he instructed merrily. He got more serious; "Incidentally, I've
come to think of that as my pussy not the other since I use it more for
that than the other if you know what I mean." I was about to tell him what
I thought he was getting at but he stopped me, "There's no need to gross me
out with your vile interpretation, thank you very much."

My finger sank to the first knuckle easily so I just kept on going until it
was buried. This time it was Ali's turn to rub his head. After he reassumed
the position he offered me an upside down baleful stare. "Sorry it just
slipped in." I explained meekly.

"I lubricated after I did this, this morning, with Carl about one never
knows and lack of is not an excuse. You'll do this morning and evening from
now on, we all will."

"Even Carl?"

"I told you we share and share alike."

"Ya, I guess you did," I replaced my finger with my tongue. Ali was able to
control his muscles I discovered and my tongue slipped in as easily as my
finger.

Ali moaned, "Good God a virgin first timer, incredible." I giggled while I
worked my tongue, which I guess sent vibrations that in turn caused him to
tremble. He contracted his muscles locking my tongue in place until he
screamed and stood up releasing his muscular ass cheeks that in turn was
enough to push my face away stretching, then forcing my tongue to follow my
mouth or get pulled out by the roots.

"OUW!" I complained, "What'd I do now?" I demanded.

Ali turned to put a hand on my shoulder reassuringly, "Nothing wrong dear
boy except almost cause me to have an violent orgasm without touching
myself."

I was still on my knees in front of him and his perfectly proportioned
five-inch cock was throbbing, panting for release, "Ali, could I try to get
you off in my mouth? I don't know if I can do it or not but I sure want to
try."

Ali patted me on the head like I was a begging puppy, "Of course dear
Robby, I'd love to, just not now. Wait until we get done here and then
shower. The event will be so much nicer on the bed don't you agree?"

I did reluctantly, but then my need for speed returned. I douched him so
thoroughly he complained that he was sure he had water in his lungs
although I also noticed that his cock didn't even consider wilting even in
the shower afterward. We had to wash and dry ourselves off and even lube
our own sparkling clean assholes, ah, check that, I meant boy
pussies. `When in Rome' or away at school go with the flow if it doesn't
matter, and substituting pussy for the asshole was a small thing.

We were ready. We looked at me in the full-length mirror; I was horrified
while Ali clapped his hands in delight, I complained, "I look like I did
when I was eight or nine years old!" but somehow I also felt different more
sensuous or perhaps sexy and hopefully desirable.

Ali was helpful, "Actually ten or eleven I should imagine. No matter let's
go show the new younger you to Carl."

Carl was making sandwiches; it was long past lunchtime. My stomach growled
and Ali's followed sympathetically. Carl heard us both; he grinned and
watched a pair of rock hard cocks wilt in favor of something more
substantial than cum. We each inhaled two of the deli sandwiches piled
higher with meat than any that could be bought. I was offered and accepted
a beer. Carl explained that beer and wine were allowed in moderation
anytime we weren't underway. He opened a second bottle without asking or me
having to ask to sort of test the limit of the rule.

He grinned, "Two will help you to relax so you'll enjoy everything more."

That comment brought Ali and I back to real time. I looked down into my
lap, my commitment rose to greet me. Carl and Ali both noticed. I blushed
scarlet, "Sorry about that."

"Shit happens, it just means that you're ready for some relief. After Ali's
training period is over feel free to ask anyone we'll all do what you
want. A year is a long time to spend with three other naturally horny guys,
which is why we thought we'd cut through all the posturing, denials and
secrets and trying to hide where there isn't any place to hide, all in the
very beginning. Sex is fun but then learning to use sex to make love is
fantastic and something to look forward to. Ali taught me that and now
we'll teach you." I finished my sandwich and second beer while Carl
talked. He continued with his idea that teaching horny teenagers the actual
subjects we were there to learn was far easier when the horns could be
clipped on demand.

I decided to test the waters then and there. I reached for Ali's hand,
"Ali, did you forget that I asked if I could give you my first ever head
job and you agreed?"

Ali colored up like a blushing bride, "No, I'm rather looking forward to
it. After you get done with me, I wonder if you would fuck me with that
magnificent untried tool?"

"I be delighted, but after I'd like to eat some boy pussy if you have the
time."

Carl wore a serious expression of disbelief until we both cracked up. That
convinced him that we were fucking with his mind. That is until I pulled
Ali to his feet and continued to lead him to the aft cabin and its very
nice king-size bed.

Ali stopped us at the door, "Come on Carl you wanted to watch and maybe
even join us at some point." Carl rushed to catch up. The bed jiggled when
Carl joined us. I was already stretched out on Ali's body so mine didn't
touch the bedclothes anywhere, not even legs or feet. That was nice, but
very limiting so I began to kiss him everywhere on his face at first even
his soft black hair. I was almost breathless when thinking about the
beautiful body under me, his perfect cock and getting it into my mouth at
the earliest possible moment, but I wanted to try my hand at making love
first to see how well I could do it without prompting. I planned to ask Ali
for a critique later.

I dragged my body slowly backward and followed it with my tongue after
first making sure he wasn't hiding anything in his mouth either, just like
Carl did to me earlier. Ali screamed and wiggled when I drilled for his
eardrums, I licked both until they were goopy. I nuzzled his neck and was
tempted to go for a hickey but then decided I'd wait to plant a butterfly
where it wouldn't show even when he was wearing a tiny bathing suit. My
first ever tongue bath progressed to his nickel size nipples, I gave them
both equal time and when I abandoned them both buffaloes wore their rock
hard erections proudly with Ali squealing for mercy alternating with pleas
for more. Just then I was interrupted by Carl's hand on my ass, "Would it
bother you if I explored?" he asked.

I kind of shook my head without coming unglued from Ali's navel. I realized
then that I was down low enough that I was beginning to tuck my body in
over my knees between Ali's legs and my ass was in the air in the ideal
presentation position. Carl knelt behind me, and slowly but surely entered
me with his middle finger. You have to understand that Carl is six feet six
inches tall and his whole body is proportioned in scale and his middle
finger is as long as Ali's cock so I was benefiting from his finger fucking
by knowing that I could take Ali easily. Ali and I both moaned together
then, and by then Ali was also leaking precum so it was running and his
thrashing spread it all over his belly. Time for the cleanup detail, by
then my tongue was dry and in need of moisturizing anyway. I then skipped
down to Ali's balls. Both attempted to elude my mouth by bunching up
tightly against their taller friend, that should have been a clue but
inexperience prevailed. I just managed to get them into my mouth at the
same time, a mouthful to be sure and I couldn't tongue them as I planned so
I comprised by wrapping my lips over my teeth, biting down lightly and then
just lifting my head. Ali's body followed by arching dramatically with him
screaming about rough trade and loving every minute of the treatment.

I dropped his balls and yanked his legs to my shoulders, bent down and
resumed tongue fucking him where I left off in the bathtub. I kept my eyes
open the whole time because I didn't want to miss recording every image in
my mind. Ali's tone of squeals changed suddenly, I rolled my eyes up in
time to see his cock jumping around above his belly. Ali was ready to
come. Shit I'd get demerits if he got away from me. I quickly gobbled it
into my mouth and froze, I moved nothing not even my tongue which was
difficult since Carl switched from fingers to his fully extended long
tongue and my own poor cock was going bonkers between my legs in response
not to mention the stimuli collected from my over-long tongue bath I'd
given Ali.

Ali calmed down after a few minutes, I thought, at least he stopped his
violent thrashing around. I looked up to see him with his head lifted and
watching me, he smiled and nodded, I assumed it was safe to continue. I
managed to bob my head one time before the prick grabbed both my ears and
forced my head down to kiss his pubic crescent while he pumped his come
into my throat. He began his fucking giggling as he released me in time to
taste the last few dribbles. I then sucked him dry, but still only got a
meager taste.

"What goes around comes around!" Ali sang out of tune with Carl's laughter.

I flopped back to rest my head on Carl's thigh to frown at Ali. "Well how'd
I do my first time out?" I asked finally while Carl combed my hair with his
fingers.

"It was an `A' plus until you took too long making out with me, that cost
you, but only a little. Put yourself down for an `A' minus."

I smiled, "Thanks that's cool. You have incredible control, I need to work
on that."

"Okay, but later right now it's time to get you into the saddle for the
first time."

I looked scared but only of being afraid to move anywhere without shooting
my load. "How about if I do it twice? The first one won't count in the
grade but I'll eat you both times. Look at me Ali I'm afraid to move, I may
not even get it in you before I shoot."

Carl intervened in the negotiations, "How about if I take this first load
right where you are and then you can make love to Ali more calmly. Ali is
one up on me with you anyway and remember we all share and share alike."
Ali shrugged and I nodded carefully. "One thing though Robby if you grab my
head and hold me down like you did Ali, I promise you you'll be wearing a
set of teeth marks on that beautiful cock of yours for months," he warned
as he slowly curled his long lanky body around me to end up with his head
near my pulsing cock. Once his head was close, he dislodged my head from
his thigh and the rest of his body caught up."

"Say Carl how about if we try sixty-nining, that would give me a chance to
get comfortable with your body and this." I leaned to the side and reached
out to drum my fingers on the semi-hard shaft and watched it grow ominously
to full size. Carl nodded and stretched out again with a bow in his torso
so his monster landed within easy reach of my mouth. A pain in my balls got
my attention, I lifted my head to see what he was doing to discover that he
had a finger death grip on my sack above the balls constricting the normal
flow if not blocking my cum from ever reaching the tube. I decided that the
pain was a small price to pay for the pleasure he was giving my cock so I
dropped my head back to his. I wanted to see how much of it I could take. I
went up on one elbow so I could lean down over it while I straightened the
route through my mouth directly down my throat with a minimum bend. I
started chanting mentally to get psyched up for the mission, "Keep your
throat open, don't choke and don't gag." I repeated this over and over. The
cock head was deflected off the roof of my mouth and began to slide down.

Hot breath on my cheek caused me to open my eyes. It was Ali watching my
mouth and the shaft of the big cock as it slowly began to disappear. "Hey
Carl, look what Robby's doing. I can't even get that far! Robby dear you
get an `A' plus for deep throating. Come to think of it you shall teach the
course!"

Carl lifted his head to look down and was so surprised he released is hold
on my nut sack. With the dam broken my sperm rushed forth as fast as they
could in a solid mighty mass only to pop out under considerable pressure to
splat unceremoniously in Carl's eye, the side of his face and into his
ear. "Shit, shit, shit, he's going to fucking kill me." I thought as my
lips finally brushed his dense mound of pubes.

Ali wasn't helping things either; he was laughing too hard and trying to
beat Carl out in scooping my sperm from Carl's ear with his tongue while
Carl used a finger. That scene got me going. Did you ever have to laugh
with a cock buried halfway to your stomach? All I managed to do was to send
out intermittent vibrations into Carl's cock, which caused him to
explode. I knew it was going to happen when I saw his heavy balls gather
themselves tightly. I attempted to pull back but Carl's slimy hand left off
clearing his eye and went to the back of my head. I relaxed, it was obvious
that I wasn't going anywhere until he released me when he was finished and
had wilted to near normal size.

When I was free I flopped onto my back and closed my eyes. I thought I was
exhausted until Ali began playing with my cock and hairless balls. I burped
like a rude pig releasing the bubble of pressurized air I was forced to
swallow when Carl's dick plugged the passage. I heard someone sniffing the
air, Ali, "Yuck cum breath, someone please turn on a fan!" he demanded
before he pounced on me and kissed me violently. "Come now Robby dear it's
time for anal passage lesson one," when I failed to stir he twisted my cock
which brought me to my knees, "there now that wasn't so difficult was it?"
he asked as he took my warm spot on the bed and raised his legs in
invitation.

I began practicing what was going to happen to me starting the next morning
when the new guy arrived. I first sucked Ali off without any foreplay that
got me in trouble earlier. That was cool. After I fucked him within an inch
of his life I pulled out, did a quick scramble, held his legs back again
and began eating out everything I could reach. That was very cool. I had
him twisting and writhing while he held his legs tightly to his chest to
afford me maximum access. As soon as I said I was done HE claimed to be
exhausted like all he'd done is lay there and enjoy himself. I flipped back
onto my back and dared him to match me.

I have to admit that Ali is the ultimate lover. He knew exactly how long he
could spend on foreplay based on my tender age, experience and
eagerness. When he got to my bursting cock, I stuck my hands under my ass
so he wouldn't be tempted to force him. He played me like a fine instrument
and I was quickly bucking up to meet his mouth halfway. We both knew about
my control, I didn't have any and I began feeding him in less than two
minutes but his smile told me that he didn't mind.

I was anxious to get on with it, foreplay was done with and it occurred to
me that I was down to one last cherry in my box and my box was my boy
pussy. Ali began a demonstration of control while I had to keep remembering
to breathe. We started out with me on my back because he knew that I wanted
to watch him enter me. He went so slowly I got frustrated and finally
begged him to fuck me. I knew I did something good when I saw Ali and Carl
look at each other and smile with approval. I realized the purpose of the
week- long exercise was simply to convince my body and mind that I enjoyed
being fucked! Well that was accomplished while Ali was still nibbling at my
cherry, that being my prostrate, which he hit deftly with every other slow
thrust and now that I knew it was there and approximately where it was, I'd
have a surprise for him the next time I was allowed to fuck him.

I thought that he came with regrettable speed but he actually spent
forty-five minutes but to me every minute was like ten seconds. When Ali
finally began pumping cum into me he only allowed me to feel the first
spurt buried in the deepest part of me before he withdrew until only my
sphincter held his turgid head in place. I clenched my muscles to keep him
there. He felt that action and rewarded me with a smile. Then I realized
that I could have been doing that all along to heighten his pleasure by
milking him each time he withdrew instead of lying there like a complacent
rag doll.

I discovered the wily little Arab had a purpose in depositing the bulk of
his load just inside the gate when he went down on me to eat me out. It was
all, or most of it was right there. He tongued me briefly then just clamped
his lips to form a seal and sucked. I thought about doing that to him but
didn't because I didn't want to gross him out. Well I'd just have another
surprise for him next time.

I was ready for Carl to take his turn. I looked over at him, grinned and
waved my hot and very hard cock at him in invitation. He grinned back and
then surprised me by slapping my hand away. "It's dinner time," he told me,
"how about a nice steak?" He didn't wait for an answer, he and Ali each
took an arm and pulled me to my feet. We'll all share chores, can you
cook?"

I thought for a few seconds, "I can grill, or boil water for instant
coffee." I was put in charge of the grill.

Ali opened a drawer filled with assorted tank suits, all new, "Here, take
your pick, the grill is topside and we'll eat up there too. Oh, the drawer
below is full of shorts like ours and the one below that contains very nice
pullover shirts." He pointed at the closet "Boxes of new deck shoes are in
there. So much for uniforms."

I surprised myself, "Man I can't wait to get underway so I can get naked,
now that's it's done I kind of like being hairless too. Hey will we be
allowed to make love on deck?" I asked while I pulled a suit up my legs.

Ali was back to giggling, "Of course you absolutely have not lived until
Carl invites you to sit on his lap on his watch for an hour or so."

"You mean..."

"Oh yes exactly. There's never any danger of falling off. He can see when
you're ready. He'll spin you ninety degrees and just bend over you on his
lap and take you, then when you're quite finished he'll spin you back and
you can snuggle back against him to use his pectorals as pillows for your
head." Ali looked down at me struggling to adjust my suit. "Oh dear Robby,
I'm so sorry, that was thoughtless of me. We better go and make ourselves
useful."

I seasoned the steaks after a quick guided tour of the galley and by then
had calmed down so I could go topside. I discovered the grill was built in
with even a small sink and refrigerator so it doubled as a wet bar. The
cockpit had built in seating all around it and on one side a long low fixed
table could be raised hydraulically and a hinged leaf rose to dinning table
height. Deck chairs could be added to seat eight comfortably. This was some
comfortable boat.

While we waited for the potatoes to roast on the grill, I reluctantly asked
about actual schooling. While gay sex education was important and fun,
having a four point `O' in it would not be impressive on any college
application if that was the only subject, nor would `gay whore mongering'
be on a resume.

Carl led me forward to what would normally be staterooms, two had been
remodeled into offices, and actually they were private classrooms. One was
mine and the other was to be Brian's, my other classmate. Carl turned on my
computer and brought up the subject software, everything on it were
subjects that I had been taking and left so suddenly because of my desire
to excel in chemistry. He explained with a shit-eating grin that labs would
be impossible just as they were for students who were home schooled. "Now
I've got a surprise for you so just turn around and look at the wall."

I liked surprises so I did as instructed. Carl used a password to enter a
directory, clicked a box and then closed it. When he told me to turn around
again, he pointed at the twenty-inch flat screen. I was horrified. The
index title block had been changed to include the word, EXCELLERATED!

"Carl please," I begged, "make that fucking word go away. I shouldn't be in
any advanced classes, I haven't been."

He didn't argue, "You can do it yourself just by hacking into this program
and changing it. I'll even help you a little, you may have noticed that one
of my Master's degrees is in computer science and I've added that as one of
your courses. I'm a hacker and by the end of this year you'll be one too."

I frowned, "Thanks a fucking bunch."

"Look Robby I know your I.Q., I have all your test scores. Did you get the
formula for that explosive off the net?"

I shook my head, "No not really, I started out with making some
nitroglycerin, something that anyone can make and then I added this and
that to it. I didn't think about it turning incendiary, I couldn't see it
happen in my early testing." I saw Carl frown, "I mean I used pin head
amounts in the dorm, loud firecrackers are always going off somewhere so no
one noticed, but then there was never any combustible material around the
stuff either." I had a thought, "How'd you get my I.Q. and test scores
anyway? And so fast," I added.

Carl shrugged, "I sent my brochure to all of the best prep schools in the
country, my cover letter offered a five grand kick back for any kid in your
position," he grinned, "that would be expelled, if I sold the parents and
accepted the kid."

"Pretty sharp. Did you know I was gay or a wanna be and what about the
other guy? Shit it's only October, what'd he do?"


"Tests indicate possible leanings but don't mean much, you leaned. As far
as Brian Stone is concerned, he's seventeen and was caught giving a fellow
football player a blow job by a classmate and was reported. His school is
conservative, a true nest of homophobes. Carl grinned, "But not above
collecting five thousand dollars from me for his name and address."

"Shit, we're both just like Ali, our fucking schools sold you our
contracts."

"I hadn't thought about it like that, but yup, I guess they did."

"In my case I'm glad they did." I once again offered Carl my hand and that
time I really meant it. "The spuds should almost be done, I better get the
steaks on."

We all worked to clean up after dinner and as soon as the dishwasher
started Carl approached me wearing a bright red face, I saw Ali in the
background laughing behind his hand. "Ah, Robby, I'd really like to make
love to you now if you don't mind. I know I'm kind of big but I promise
I'll be really careful."

"Sure Carl, just let me get in the head and get ready, unless you'd like to
do it for me." He took my hand and I grabbed Ali's because I really wanted
to watch those two in action since they had a year together. It didn't take
long and there was no false modesty, there was a lot of making out and no
one bumped their head this time around when it seemed samples became
mandatory and were taken.

When we finished I smiled at Carl, nodded and took his hand. From the
beginning I saw Ali's influence. Ali the contract servant had his young
master well trained. He controlled my ability to come in his mouth for
fifteen minutes by going so slow it started to get painful and my
frustration showed as my hands fluttered around his blond mop. A single
warning frown in the beginning kept them that way.

When he entered my pussy and by then it was my pussy when used by a cock,
he stopped at about half of his length and began thrusting. I lifted my
head, I was right; at least half of his shaft remained visible. I glanced
at Ali with a raised eyebrow and gently placed my heels in the dents
between Carl's cheeks and thighs, Ali watched and nodded. I waited for the
next down thrust and used all the muscles in my legs to impale myself
completely. Carl curled his torso to look me in the eyes first before he
looked down to see where his cock wasn't.

"Now that we got that out of the way, think of me as you would Ali, and now
let's get serious, I don't think I'll break," I whispered. Carl grinned and
kissed me deeply. I released my hold on his ass and man, with my
permission, did he get serious and it was wonderful! I kept my heels on him
though because I wanted to be ready. I was certain he would use Ali's trick
for ease of removal after. I was right. I didn't give him a chance plus I
arched just to be sure. He gave up after the third spurt by driving my
smaller body halfway into the firm mattress and held me there until he was
completely limp. I discovered Carl was an artist at tongue fucking and when
he clamped his lips over the relaxed opening he turned into a Shop Vac that
had me squirming with renewed pleasure.

Carl decreed that we would take a nap at that point, I protested that I
wanted to watch he and Ali, but was quickly snuggled against his side by
brute force while Ali took the other since our heads were on his shoulders
and our arms on his chest we also covered his legs with ours and then
intertwined them so he'd have ask permission to go take a leak.

Surprise! It was daylight when I woke up. We had napped the whole fucking
night away. I woke Carl first by stroking his morning wood, which I
imagined was temporary if he had to take a piss as badly as I did. "I'll go
make coffee," I volunteered, "but don't you dare start anything with the
wild Arab if I'm not here to watch." Carl licked my nose; lapped would be a
better word, before he let me go. I forgot that he still had a long arm
around me. "I have to piss!" I cried and ran.

I asked if I could go with Ali to meet Brian's plane, Carl said yes, that I
didn't even have to ask. Ali wanted to know if I knew how to get to the big
airport. I shrugged, "I know its south on the interstate, there should be
signs, we'll find it. Do you have a picture so we know the dude?"

Carl went to his office and brought several back, "The school sent some
yearbook photos." Ali draped himself on my back to look over my shoulder so
our cheeks touched. One was posed, Brian, as a junior was already captain
of the swim team.

"Yup that cinches it, he's gay."

"How in the world can you tell?" Ali asked.

"Simple. I joined the swim team so I could see all the eye candy I wanted
and incidentally to also be seen if anyone was really interested. I just
got kicked out of school before I got lucky, but there was plenty of
interest in this hot little bod, believe me."

Ali looked up at Carl, "Oh my, he's not only a diplomat but he's so modest
too."

Carl shrugged and asked, "Have either of you been told that you're too
pretty to be a boy?"

We both nodded. I was wondering why he asked since I was more than certain
his face and body never caused anyone to run away or laugh, "Well aren't
we?" He asked before he started laughing.

We ran to the bathroom to get morning ready before we dressed. We were
already running late so there was no time for fooling around and everything
was clinical. I found a pair of deck shoes that fit while Ali got out
shorts. Carl looked us over when we got back into the salon. "Pull those
shorts up Robby, your pubes are almost showing."

Ali giggled after I complied, he bent slightly, reached to the tell tail
outlined area and pulled my dick down with two fingers, "He can't and they
won't stay up anyway." I let go of the waist and the front settled down to
where it was before. Ali twisted my shoulders until I turned around, "See
his beautiful little bubble butt keeps them up."

Carl and I both grinned at Ali's interest in my body and attire. I added,
"Plus let us not forget that I don't have any pubes to show anyway thanks
to you guys." I attempted to look sorrowful mourning their loss.

Ali burst into giggles and pushed me toward the companionway, "Do you want
to know why we're so blasted late?" he called over his shoulder, "Because I
simply could get our pretty boy away from the mirror, and that was because
he decided he adores his new look!"

We argued and joked, pushed and shoved each other all the way down the dock
and into the parking lot to the car. It suddenly dawned on me why Ali acted
my age or younger; he never had a childhood from age eleven. He even worked
for Carl at first before they became lovers. I decided we'd be best buds
from then on and play at whatever he wanted to do outside of sex, because
in that area he was the recognized master.

Ali was planning to drop me off at the arrivals curbside and then drive
around in circles until I found Brian, but that was unnecessary, he was
already standing outside looking lost and maybe depressed. "Damn me sir, I
think that seventeen year old body is no doubt the choicest at this
airport. Those baggy shorts and shirt don't hide a thing." Ali whispered as
we stopped in front of him.

I opened the door and hopped out to introduce myself, "Hey Brian how's it
hangin' man? I'm Robby Ford your OTHER classmate even though we aren't in
the same class." Brian may have thought that no one could see his eyes
behind his Foster Grant's but up close like I was, he was wrong. His eyes
kept traveling up and down my body while he shook my hand. I couldn't
resist and swept a hand up and down where his eyes just traveled, "If you
think this is nice wait until you see Ali and Carl!" I cut off his
stuttering protest of innocence or ignorance, "Hop in the front I'll get in
the back." I removed choice by giving him a push. With the doors closed I
kept pushing, "This is beautiful Ali, check out his body, he's seventeen
like you but he looks like he's twelve doesn't he?"

Brian shook hands with Ali. "What's this school yacht shit all about
anyway?"

"Just that, it's a school. We each have our own study room or a cabin
really and a computer and our courses are on software. It's a really cool
boat with all of the conveniences of home and without all the moral taboos
if you happen to be a young gay. If you aren't gay it's going to be a long
year.

As I answered his question, Brian looked like he'd been slapped,
embarrassed and was afraid. He finally ended so sqenched up in his seat
that he couldn't see out the window. "Oh'" Was his only comment.

Once on board again, I winked at Ali and bowed to Brian to go down the
hatch first. He froze when he saw Carl just like I did and I gave him a
hard shove. He struggled feebly to get free of Carl's arms after breathing
deeply with his face in the crook of Carl's neck and shoulder, that
distinctive cinnamon man scent is hard to get away from. Once free he
backed away and stared as Ali and I pushed off our shorts together. His
eyes moved to us, we both got hard just from his intense scrutiny. He even
moved his sunglasses up into his curly light brown hair. Brian's eyes seem
to be fixed on me more than Ali.

I held myself and sucked in my gut, "Shake with Model-T," I offered. Carl
understood and started laughing.

Brian didn't, "Huh?"

Of course Ali didn't get it either but not being an American, it was
understandable. "My last name is Ford get it? This is Model-T!"

Brian grinned and nodded finally but wasn't about to shake my cock. He
didn't mind looking at it though and his substantially tented shorts
indicated that he was sorely tempted.

Carl sighed deeply, somehow he was disappointed, "You two studs forgot to
tell Brian about the two minute rule didn't you?" he asked quietly.

"Oh dear I've failed again. Brian dear boy, nudity is required below deck
and we all have two minutes to get that way." Ali explained apologetically.

Brian grinned and went into a fighting stance with his hands up in some
kind of Kun Fo bullshit defensive posture, "Make me," he challenged.

Carl agreed by simply tackling him with a laugh. Ali and I joined him
before they hit the deck together. Carl stretched out across Brian's chest
and I played referee by slapping the deck before I crawled to help Ali with
the de-pantsing. Brian began laughing but he was also using his powerful
legs to keep us away from his shorts. At first I tried to catch and hold
his legs at the ankles but each time I caught one ankle he was able to push
me away with the other foot. Ali stayed safely out of range on his knees
and giggled.

"Ali Goddamnit, help me!" I demanded, "Just grab his other leg!"

Ali crawled close and grabbed Brian's cock clearly outlined through the
thin material of his shorts, "This one?" he asked mischievously and
twisted. Brian's heels dropped with a thud.

I giggled, "That one worked." A few seconds' later Brian's shorts and
boxers were piled on the deck. Carl pulled him to his feet and Brian peeled
his own shirt off then stood like a statue with downcast eyes while we
studied him. "Man if I had a body like yours, you'd have to fight me to get
me into clothes."

Brian looked up to study me up and down, "It looks to me like if you play a
few sports, that you will by the time you're seventeen." My cock stiffened
again under his close scrutiny, "Wow, you're also going to be a monster
after you get through puberty."

I thanked him with a straight face, told him my age and then told him about
the OTHER leveling the playing field rule as I ran a finger down his
treasure trail that started or I guess stopped just short of his rib
cage. Brian backed to the bulkhead by the steps, "No way man, never in a
million years."

Carl looked at his watch and then at Ali and I as we began to approach
Brian cautiously to wrestle him to the deck once again. "Let it go for now
guys. Get suits on, we're leaving. Ali, get the engine warmed up and take
in the spring lines."

"I'll help," I volunteered. We brought suits for Brian and Carl and raced
to the deck. I jumped to the dock and released the lines and then jumped
back to uncleat them and coil both neatly. I asked where they were stored
and Ali pointed to the flush hatch in the spacious fantail deck. I whistled
at seeing scuba equipment and the assortment of fishing poles stored
there. "This school year was going to be a blast." I told Ali before
returning to the dock ready to cast off the dock lines when ordered. To my
surprise when Carl and Brian showed up they both sat down and stretched
out. Carl nodded to Ali and he signaled me. I tossed the bowline and jumped
with the stern line as Ali engaged the engine. After I stored the last two
lines I went to stand by Ali and ogle the functioning electronics watching
him enviously as he maneuvered the big boat through the marina and into the
heavy traffic on the inter-coastal.

I saw Carl wink at us and grin. I winked back and blushed imagining that I
must have looked like a wide-eyed asshole, "Here take over will you dear
chap? I quite forgot to take a leak." Ali explained and then just walked
away from the wheel to disappear below.

I grinned, sucked in my gut and puffed out my chest with pride in being
trusted to take the helm in all the heavy boat traffic, which quickly
intensified as we approached a drawbridge that of course was
closed. Drawbridges didn't open on demand in Ft. Lauderdale they open on a
fixed schedule and we had ten minutes to wait. Rather than joining the mob
closer to the bridge I cut power before I realized that the tide was going
out, the direction we were going toward the inlet so we were still being
pushed forward. Carl glanced up at me when I shifted to neutral and smiled
with a satisfied nod when I went to reverse and boosted power so that we
simply stopped moving.

"Well done Robby effective immediately you are the helmsman when we're in
traffic. Ali always gets nervous and has to take a leak." Carl joked.

"I do not!" Ali protested from the hatch, but then went to sit beside Carl
with no effort to take the helm again.

When I finally turned into the inlet I got in the wake a monster motor
yacht, easily over a hundred feet long and boosted power enough so we
stayed there. Ali came by to show me how to raise the sails and then went
to a winch to adjust the genoa, the head sail. I was reminded of the
picture in my folder. When the sails filled it was a pleasure to cut the
engine and be surrounded by near silence.

Brian was yawning regularly and nodding his head. "Tired?" Carl asked.

"Yah, I haven't been sleeping too well since all the shit got dumped on
me. Then last night I was just worried about coming here and I didn't sleep
at all."

Ali got up and went down into the storage and brought up a rolled mat along
with the two dock lines I had just hung up down there. He dropped the lines
on the seat behind me and then unrolled the mat on the lowered table. "I
believe I'll enjoy forty winks too right here where I can tan my beautiful
body." We'd reached the last big marker buoy, which was the signal to shed
our suits. Carl came over to give me a compass heading and showed me how to
set the autopilot if I wanted to leave my post. Of course I didn't I was
enjoying myself.

I caught the `too', it was like a subliminal suggestion, Brian yawned again
stood up, pushed his little suit off and then joined Ali on the mat using
the space Ali left for him. Carl collected the suits and went below. Then I
not only loved controlling such a large boat I loved the view of the two
naked beauties sleeping in front of me.

Carl returned with bottle of sun lotion, not block, only `16' and asked if
I wanted him to apply it. Of course I did. He wanted to know why I was hard
so I nodded to the guys, "Because of looking at them and because I'm
fucking the Atlantic Ocean with your boat."

"Oh, good reasons." He slathered extra on my cock and balls, "Remember you
have to wash this shit off before anyone sucks you, it really tastes
nasty." After I finished Carl he lowered his voice, "We have some school
business to take care of as soon as Ali is sure that Brian is asleep, want
to help?" I ran a hand down my belly to the top of my cock and looked at
Brian, Carl nodded.

Ali sat up cautiously and scampered over to us at the wheel, he was
smiling, "He's asleep now but he was playing with us until a couple of
minutes ago. I think he wants to be tied and forced to submit that is why
he made himself vulnerable."

"How do you know all this Ali?" I asked innocently.

"Oh please dear sweet Robby, I've been around my last master enough to
know. His old servant whispered to me. I was to enter his bedroom only when
he was snoring because he would be on his back. I would shackle his wrists,
wake him and then impale myself on his tiny pizzle, in effect raping him
while he was quite helpless so that he was without blame for fucking little
boys." Ali saw my eyes widen, "Yes I know I was not a little boy but
without body hair I looked nine or ten." I looked down at myself.

"To quote Brian, `Oh'." I giggled behind my hand.

"It sounds right," Carl agreed, "with his fundamentalist upbringing, if we
tied him up and had our way with, who could blame him? Okay let's do it."

"Go get all you're shit from the bathroom Ali, while we get his attention."
Ali scampered off while I set the autopilot.

Carl took a dock line and pulled a loop through the eye splice. He told me
to chinch it on one wrist while he pulled it tight under the table and tied
the other end of the line off on Brian's other wrist. We had him hog tied
and struggling before Ali got back.

Brian cranked up his act while we waited, "What are you guys doing to me?"
he asked with a sniff, looking at both of us but once again more at me.

I could see I liked this bondage shit as long as I was the master. I winged
my answer as if I was really in charge, "Well we saw that you weren't going
to cooperate with Ali removing your beautiful body hair, and it's a school
rule you know for new students. I complained but I didn't fight it and now
I even like it. It's great to suck a guy's balls into your mouth and not
have to stop and pry a curly out of your teeth." I looked at Brian's
cock. It was standing up off his hard belly looking for something. He
groaned when I took it in my hand. "This is sure nice, did you ever fuck
another guy with it?"

"Hell no! That's disgusting even to think about!" Brian's cock filled with
additional blood until the head was shinning in the sunlight with
additional pressure.

I shrugged, "I guess I'll have to do all the work then the first
time. Don't worry you'll love it, I know I did and still do." I looked at
Carl quizzically, "How in the world is he going to eat his cum out of my
pussy while he's tied up like this." Carl moved to near the hatch so Brian
couldn't see him laughing, "I know. I'll just sit on his face!" That
revelation sent shivers of anticipation through Brian's body although he
moaned and groaned about getting free and away from perverted little me if
he had to jump overboard.

Ali reappeared carrying his basket of goodies. I suggested that we start on
his armpits and work down since the rope already stretched Brian's arms
out. I think that truly shocked him as he didn't think about the hair there
as being pubic in nature. I consoled him by lifting my own arms. That
really wasn't helpful, he began thrashing around trying to protect his
underarms using constant movement. The process went more quickly after I
followed Ali's earlier example and began bending Brian's hard cock using
both hands whenever he so much as twitched. By the time his torso including
cock and balls were done, washed and rinsed Brian pretty much gave up the
struggle. His legs went smoothly and were wonderfully smooth to my touch
when I washed the gunk off each one carefully. Ali motioned to us silently
to lift, hold and spread those muscular legs finally and Brian's crotch and
asshole were exposed. When Ali finished we untied Brian's arms but he just
stayed there with his arms out and kept his legs up and spread, I couldn't
resist, I bent down and kissed his pucker. He shivered. When I looked up
between his legs I saw him with his head lifted watching me.

"Who do you want to pop this cherry?" I asked.

Brian looked confused, "Why you of course," he hesitated and added,
"master, whenever you want. I know I'm your slave. I can't run away and I
just found out that if I don't obey you, you'll just tie me up and force
me."

I was totally surprised that such a gorgeous young stud, three years older
than me would give himself to me to use as I pleased, all to assuage his
guilt in being gay. "Okay then, come with me, you need to get nice and
clean inside." I held out my hand to help him off the table. He stood by me
with downcast eyes apparently totally subservient.

"Hold it Robby, let Ali take him. I'm feeling a little hot so I guess
you're going to be busy." Carl said standing near the wet bar with a face
cloth to remove the sun block from my cock, while his newly cleaned, was
throbbing in anticipation.

I grinned and ran to have Carl wash me before he pointed to the vacant
table. I ran there too. Ali pulled Brian to the hatch and pushed him down
the steps, "Hurry Brian so we don't miss too much of the fun," he giggled
madly. He called up to me, "Don't plan on moving off that mat for the rest
of the day either!" he warned playfully.

After Carl finished giving me a most exquisite head job, he unfolded his
long body from between my legs and stretched out at my side. We were going
to wait for Ali and Brian to return before we went further. "You know it
would be neat if we had a couple of big dog choker collars, one for me and
one for Brian, they would kind of mark us as being your property."

Carl snapped his fingers and sat up, "I have something even better, I'll be
right back." He was laughing his ass off when he returned carrying four
long jewelry boxes, "Ali was just taste testing his handiwork as I was
passing by. I think your slave boy has a concussion." I rubbed my head
remembering. Carl handed me one of the boxes, "I had these made for all of
us, I waited until you two got here before I handed them out."

I opened my box and my eyes widened. It contained a heavy gold chain with a
charm attached. The charm was a really detailed rendering of the Frig-It. I
sat up and twisted around, "Wow they're beautiful. Would you put mine on me
please?" I went cross-eyed looking at the charm lying against my chest and
compromised by looking at Carl's after I snapped his in place. "Fantastic,
thanks!"

When Ali and Brian came up with Brian still rubbing his head I put Brian's
on and Carl did the same for Ali. "Now we all belong equally to the
Frig-It!" Carl announced just before Ali pounced on him to administer a
long drawn out thank you kiss. Brian stood at my side blushing and looking
a little left out. I started to take him in my arms to kiss him, but at my
first touch he turned the tables and held me tightly with my feet dangling
off the deck.

Brian broke the kiss to breathe through his mouth smiling slightly, he
whispered, "Are you going to fuck me now master?" He looked so hopeful,
even to the point of nodding his head.

I really looked disappointed, "I'm sorry Brian, I know I said yes before
but Carl reminded me that I'm the fuck boy for the next week, meaning that
the three of you get to fuck me all you want, but I can't fuck anyone. In
fact you guys can't fuck each other." I watched his cock rise from half to
full mast at the prospects ahead as he studied my body more closely,
particularly what he could see of my ass. I got inspired and I didn't think
he'd mind following my orders, "In fact anytime Carl and Ali aren't using
my pussy I'd like it if you kept it filled." I stroked his erection
meaningfully and he nodded eagerly, ready to begin.

Helpful Carl picked me up and arranged me on my back and then pushed my
legs back into my own hands. He patted the mat by our side inviting Brian
up to get a closer look. Ali took the other side. Carl looked at Brian, "I
already gave Robby a head job, and we waited for you to get back from
getting your concussion..."

Ali giggled, "I've said I was sorry a dozen times. It won't happen again
now that you know about it."

While Ali and Brian talked over us, I reached down to guide Carl to my
eager pussy. I relaxed completely somehow and his head penetrated
easily. It was then that I clenched on his shaft heightening his
pleasure. I made him work to bury the rest. Carl's eyes widened when he saw
me smiling up at his face realizing that I was consciously working my
muscles and apparently succeeding. Our bodies glistened and ran with sweat
by the time he gave up the contest of wills and he filled me with his first
load of cum that day. Boy, were we ever running behind my schedule. It was
noon already and I had planned that by then I would have been fucked twice
by each of my three lovers.

Carl slithered backward to get in position to eat me and curious Brian
leaned in close to study my gaping hole before the muscles naturally
contracted to normal, he looked at me, then at Carl, "Can I try that?" he
asked hopefully.

I grinned and nodded while Carl said, "Sure, anytime as long as I can eat
yours."

"OKAY!" Brian answered then almost pushed Carl off the mat to replace his
body in a pool of our sweat.

I curled my body and lifted my head to look between my legs at what Brian
was about to dine on for his first time. There was a big knurdle of Carl's
cum that was on the verge of running. Brian boldly caught it with his
tongue and pushed it back before he covered me with his lips and began
sucking like a madman. Sucking and swallowing, I was pleased and surprised
by his gentle efficiency. Then while Brian maintained suction he started
tongue fucking me. He quickly had me writhing and holding his head while I
whispered sweet nothings and told him how great he was doing. And he was
doing good, so good that my cock had gone to diamond cutter status and was
looking for a mouth or hole. I finally had to push his head away when I saw
sweat running in his eyes plus there was the problem with my cock ready to
explode.

"Please Brian, please suck me off," I begged while panting. He didn't
hesitate there either. His mouth engulfed me and he just never stopped
until he kissed the vacant area where my pubes used to be. My cock
certainly appreciated the effort because it immediately started adding a
generous helping of cum to join Carl's in Brian's stomach all without the
need of swallowing. Brian thought he was responsible for the premature
ejaculation when I gently lifted his head off my rod. I rushed to explain
that it wasn't premature but that he'd gotten me overheated with his expert
pussy eating technique. He grinned like he'd just learned that he was a
billionaire.

Brian entered me so slowly and carefully with his six beautiful inches that
it seemed to be more like a tubular caress than a penetration. He stayed
braced up over me, afraid to put his weight on me and I got enthralled with
watching his perfect Adonis body as it worshiped mine and as far as I was
concerned he was that perfect and I was in love with him. His green eyes
stayed open and remained mostly on mine as a route to my brain except when
mine swept down to admire his body then his followed but stayed on mine.

He came like a sneak thief. His eyes rolled up briefly and his body bowed
into mine. He paused like he was resting, but I felt his powerful
spurts. He leaned down and kissed me. I sucked his tongue in and held it
and he slowly resumed his slow thrusting only that time he allowed his body
weight to press my cock between our slippery bodies. He smiled down on me,
he knew exactly what he was doing or attempting and he succeeded. We came
together his second time. I used my arms and legs to prevent him from
attempting a third round although I think he could have since he didn't
seem to be wilting. He withdrew only to clean my cum and sweat from my
chest belly and cock.

Carl intruded in our reverie, "That was beautiful to watch and now is a
great time to take a lunch break." I looked up stupidly; Ali tended eight
big burgers on the smoking grill that looked almost done.

"When did you guys...?"

Carl grinned at Brian, "The second time," Brian blushed while I hugged him
proudly.

Carl showed us where a fresh water wash down hose was stored under a seat
and used it to wash the yucky mat and then we all used it to wash and cool
ourselves off. We changed course slightly and temporarily so the mainsail
shaded the table while we polished off our lunch and Ali, our sex education
instructor gave us some good news, "Effective at once, your term on the
bottom is cancelled. Quite obviously there's no point in continuing since
you love it so much."

Brian was disappointed, "What about me, don't I have to serve my time too?
I don't even know if I like it, I've never done it."

I pointed at the mat drying on the deck, and kissed Brian' cheek, "We'll
just experiment right after lunch. How's that?" Brian's smile brightened
our shaded area. We cleaned up after lunch since Carl and Ali cooked. I
bent to start the dishwasher and when I looked around Brian had
disappeared. I grinned when I saw him drop to the mat on his back as if his
body was magnetized. I knelt over him to begin making out with him but he
had other ideas, "Can we just skip the foreplay this first time I'll come
when you do," he assured me.

I looked down to see his cock hard and already throbbing, I grinned,
"Should I hurry?"

"No, as long as you don't lay on it before you're ready, just like I did
with you." When I started to finger him to stretch and relax his muscles he
stopped me again. "I think I'm going to like being finger fucked, and love
being eaten out especially by you, but could you always just use your cock
to stretch me? I want to get used to doing it that way," he blushed
delightfully, "then, I mean in the future anytime one of you guys want to
fuck me you won't have to screw around with getting me ready. Just grab me
and go for it."

I was pretty much amazed that Brian had all this worked out in his
mind. While he told me what I thought he liked, he was using my nuts to
pull me closer until he was able to snuggle my cock head in tightly against
his pucker. He then resorted to using my trick with his heels so removed my
desire to go slow to prevent hurting him; I guess he wasn't because he
immediately began some frantic pelvic movement to get me started and
continued them to meet me half way every time while wearing a blissful half
smile as our eyes bored into each others. Ali stretched out beside us and
held my balls, careful not to touch Brian, but ready to heighten my
pleasure.

If Ali's hand wasn't enough, Carl spread my legs and folded his body
between them. He spread my cheeks and held them open, "Dessert," he stated
with a giggle before he locked his lips on my boy pussy. That was too
much. I dropped my body down on Brian's cock and began shooting, clenching
on Carl's tongue with every spurt while Brian laid down a near perfect
pattern of thick white globs from his chin south. I quickly bent to inhale
them in order.

Carl left me to push Ali to his back. Ali giggled, lifted his legs and
welcomed Carl's cock into his body without preamble. Watching us was
foreplay enough for them and us watching them was enough for us to stay
hard. I came once again but it was only a squirt not spurts and I had to
finish Brian with my mouth. He rewarded me with about the same, our tanks
were dry and we were both as exhausted as we were satiated. The four of us
traded sun block after hosing our spent bodies and then Brian and I
stretched out on the deck for a snooze while Carl and Ali sat behind the
wheel to keep the first watch. I woke up first only because I was so hot,
sweat poured out from every pore. I used the hose again and then turned it
on Brian. He didn't move at first but he grinned with his eyes closed. We
made another gallon of iced tea and the four of us were just finishing the
dregs when Grand Island, more commonly known as Grand, Bahamas, appeared on
the horizon.

Carl had already told us that we'd anchor in a small cove for the night,
enter the harbor in the morning, clear customs and then explore the island
for the day. It was getting late and we needed to be anchored before
darkness fell so we retracted the sails and started the
engine. Surprisingly the cove was empty and we congratulated ourselves on
having total privacy. Our inventive Arab invited us to join them in the
head before dinner because he wanted to show us a sensual way to eat, if we
were interested. He didn't have to invite us twice.

We all worked together to prepare dinner; we were having spaghetti with
Italian sausage with sauce from a jar of course. Ali set the table in
advance of us bringing up the dinner and wine. We both arched eyebrows at
the two place settings instead of four. "You feed your partner," Ali
explained.

I shrugged, "Exactly how is that sensual?"

"Man you two have no imagination," Carl accused with a laugh as Ali stroked
him to full hardness. Of course just watching that happen was enough to get
us newcomers up. Carl sat down on the bench seat and Ali, giggling all the
while backed up to him and Carl eased him onto his erection. Ali wiggled in
delight and looked up at us patting the upholstered seat beside them. The
light began to dawn.

"I call sitting on you," I got out a split second before Brian nudging him
to the vacant place setting. I had to admit that the experience was
becoming sensual. Ali and I filled the two squat spaghetti bowls; the salad
bowls and split the toasted garlic bread. I patted my rippled gut where I
imagined Brian was deep inside me. We kissed and kissed.

"Enough of that! Watch me feed dear Carl the bottomless pit."

As Ali busied himself with rolling spaghetti on their fork, Carl winked at
us and asked, "Do you know how the Eskimo Indians in Alaska feed their
kids?" We both nodded and grinned. "Well, that's how we eat dinner
occasionally."

Brian beat me to the fork and spoon. Now that first mouthful was sensual
and I was able to swallow without chewing. Brian got playful when we were
nearly finished. He took a spoonful of sauce and dribbled it on my chest,
belly and on the head of my cock. I helped him spin my body eagerly until I
could lay back. Carl scolded Ali for not thinking of spreading the sauce
around first. Ali quickly corrected the oversight. Ali got off slightly
ahead of me and when I finished in Brian's mouth I asked him how and where
he wanted to fuck me so he could get off after almost an hour of sitting
motionless buried in my pussy. He pointed to the table and began to spin me
so my back was to his chest. Carl followed Brian's movements and soon both
of them were thrusting into our bodies while Ali and I kissed passionately.

That was the moment a male voice hailed us, "Ahoy there Frig-It! Want to
raft up?"

That was also the moment that Brian shot me with a pint of cum mixed with
shock and fear. He was still coming when he dragged me back to sit down
again with me still impaled. Carl grabbed Ali by the hips and stood up
holding helpless Ali in front of his body also still riding Carl's big
boner. Our heads twisted. A thirty-foot sloop was fifty feet behind our
stern. Two youngish guys stood waving bottles of wine at us. Both were
comfortably naked, both were hard and both held binoculars.

I looked to Carl to hear how he would answer only to see him wearing his
tell-tail vacant expression and trembling while Ali shivered in the first
throws of spewing himself from being watched by strangers. They'd stay that
way unable to speak until they were finished.

Since I was third in command I answered, "If you have fenders you can come
alongside and we'll talk about it."

"Are you the captain?"

I nodded toward Carl and Ali, "He's busy." That evoked a lot of giggles
while one guy scurried to tie off fenders where the two boats would touch.

I gently pulled away from Brian who immediately went bonkers at me for
exposing my erection to strangers. I giggled and explained that those two
had just watched he and Carl fuck us. I cleated the smaller boat's lines.

Carl straightened his arms to detach Ali, who then went to mourn the loss
of his load on the seat cushion. Carl calmly invited the guys aboard and
began the introductions. He saved Ali for last since at the moment he was
busy using his tongue to lap up his own mess. Both guys blinked when Brian
stood up to shake hands. The older guy, Tim, was in his thirties and
thought he was pretty hot shit because he bragged, he owned the boat and
used it to pick up young guys in Ft. Lauderdale, sail them to the islands
and then fuck their brains out since they couldn't get away. The younger
guy Billy was the current victim. Billy was eighteen maybe, had a nice wiry
body but swished too much for my taste. I also knew from earlier that poor
Billy was somewhat under endowed.

Tim cut right to the chase, "You guys are all really hot. Do you want to
get it on tonight? Maybe have a gang bang." The dickwad eyed me, "I never
fucked a pussy that young before."

I took after my father when frowning, we called it the `Ford Frown', I gave
dickwad one then, "You aren't getting this one either." Brian stepped in
front of me ready to go, his frown was a real good one too. Tim then
offered all four of us Billy's services.

Carl ended it then, "Look pal, there's four of us, all very compatible as
you may have noticed. We're going to be cruising for a year and we don't
need to go looking for outside cocks or pussies, so please just drop it or
take your wine and get off my boat."

"Okay, it's dropped. It was worth a try." He sniffed what was left of
dinner and looked hopeful, "Got any leftovers, I'll trade you for the
wine." Carl nodded.

Brian, Ali and I cleared the table and went below. Ali grinned at us and
took the pot of sauce off the stove over to the short hall that led to the
master cabin so he couldn't be seen from the hatch. He hockered noisily and
spit, we rushed over to make our contributions. We tried not to laugh when
we brought the food back to the table. By then Tim had Billy in his lap and
seated on his cock and was bouncing him like a jumping jack. Tim stopped
and began force feeding Billy and just chewing and swallowing his own food
while exclaiming loudly that Lord knew what the kid had had in his mouth
and he wasn't about to catch anything. Except for Carl, we all sat on the
other side of the cockpit to get as far away from the loud crude cock-
sucker as we could. The looks we got from Billy told us that he wasn't
having a very good time either. Carl kept Tim's wine glass full and didn't
touch his own. Carl winked at us when he opened the second bottle and just
kept on pouring. Finally Tim got quieter, his head began to nod and when
his chin touched his chest, he began to snore. We motioned Billy over. He
grinned and stood up, Tim was completely flaccid.

When I asked in a whisper what Billy was doing with such an asshole he
shrugged, "It's a living." He grinned, "You can close your mouths guys."

Carl joined us. He told Billy that he could stay with us that night and in
the morning we'd take in him to the island and put him on a plane
home. Billy agreed before frowning at his former customer, "What about
him?"

"We'll just pour him back on his own boat, set him free to drift a hundred
yards or so, drop his anchor and swim back."

Billy giggled excitedly, "I'll go get my stuff." He was off the Frig-It
into Tim's cabin and back again in thirty seconds flat.

Brian and I manhandled Tim's inert form over the side into Carl's waiting
arms who then just eased him to the deck and left him there. Brian stepped
onto the smaller boat to help Carl. Ali and I set the boat free. It drifted
slowly and when it was a safe two hundred yards away, they anchored
it. They dove together already planning a race back. My man won I'm pleased
to say. I froze in my tracks while I reviewed the startling thought and
decided that I was right, Brian was my man, he was my partner, and my lover
and I loved him. As soon as he had two feet on the deck I rushed him, not
quite tackling him, just forcing him to sit back while I climbed his body
and declared my love for him between licks to remove the salt water from
his body and tickles so he'd wrestle me to make me stop. He quickly had me
pinned and helpless.

He put on his adoring puppy dog smile that I loved, looked me in the eyes
again and whispered "I love you too Robby Ford. I think I did from the time
this morning when you popped out of the car to ask me how I was
hangin'. I'm a totally repressed sex fiend or I was. You got me out of my
shell in under a day. Now I need to tell you that I love you on top, I love
you on the bottom. I love your Mister Model `T' and your very clever pussy;
I love your whole body and everything that comes out of it," he paused with
a new thought, his smile turned into a lecherous grin, "In fact it occurs
to me that you've been walking around with something that belongs to me and
I want it back."

I knew what it was, "And just how are you going to take it back lover boy?"
I challenged.

He considered that for a moment. His grin broadened, "This morning when I
was tied up and helpless, you said something about sitting on my face. Was
that a threat or a promise?"

"I choose promise. Where?"

"Here on the deck."

"When?"

"Now!"

With that Brian picked me up, lay down to stretch out on the deck and
arranged me so I knelt over him with my knees at his sides facing his feet
and everything in between. My ankles held down his shoulders. He controlled
the distance to his mouth with his hands and I consciously relaxed when I
first felt his tongue. "I'll give you an hour to stop that!" I screamed.

Poor Billy knelt at our side jerking off while he watched us. I saw his
eyes fixed on Brian's unattended cock, "Do you think he'd mind if I sucked
him off?" he asked hopefully, forgetting that the cock's owner was
somewhere under my butt.

"He probably wouldn't but I would," I was having a problem talking. "I'll
tell you what; I'll share it with you. He's too tall for me to reach him
with my mouth, but you could make him bend his body enough so I can if you
just get your knees under his butt far enough so its tilted this way."

Billy got into position quickly and soon had Brian's ass resting halfway up
his chest and I could get my mouth on his cock. Billy helped me by claiming
the two big balls for his mouth, "Shaved is good," he mumbled. Then without
asking he lifted Brian's legs and pushed them toward Brian's head. I could
then swallow Brian completely while Billy went after the real prize, my
favorite pussy. Billy drove his tongue in and I felt Brian match him. I
jumped and then sat back too hard, I thought, until Brian held me tighter.

Brian's shot arrived unexpectedly while buried in my gullet so I had
nothing to share until I felt my nuts gather. I pulled away panting, "Quick
Billy if you want my load, you best get down here fast."

Billy abandoned Brian's pussy and just leaned down spreading Brian's legs
even further. He just had time to get a lip lock on me before I started to
spew. Brian finally tapped my thigh to indicate that he was finished. He
sat up looking confused, "Who did what to whom?" he asked, but when I began
to answer he stopped me with a kiss.

I pushed Billy away, "Enough already Billy, leave the meat, it's a
renewable resource!" I joked. I looked around to see Ali in the saddle
slowly humping his big lover, "It looks like Ali is almost done, crawl over
there and be ready to dive in there fast when he pulls out, if you aren't
fast you won't get a second chance."

We slept on the deck that night and many other nights on two inflatable
twin-size mattresses. We playfully pushed Billy into the middle, on the
crack when we were finally ready to sleep and watched as his slender body
sank to the deck when the two mattresses skated apart. He ended up with
Carl and Ali and was liked and accepted enough by us that he shared Carl's
chest as a pillow with Ali.

Brian and I cuddled together and talked awhile waiting for sleep. I told
him about my father owning outright or interests in gas and oil
transmission lines that crisscrossed the country. Brian explained that his
family owned meatpacking plants, plural, that shipped around the world, but
even though they had the world by the balls they remained steadfast
conservatives and bigots. He also told me that if it weren't for the fact
that he was an only child, he would have been disowned as while his father
was devout, his devotion stopped short of leaving their fortune to charity
including their church.

I giggled at the hypocrisy and joked, "Man it's a good thing you'll
inherit, if you were piss poor everyone would think you were marrying me
for my money."

There was a protracted silence. I thought it was a pretty good joke. "Would
you?" he asked softly holding his breath.

"Would I what?"

"Marry me?"

"Yeah I would in a second if we were older. I mean when we are older I will
definitely marry you."

Brian went up to his knees, to lean over me, "We can do it now, age doesn't
make a marriage succeed! We don't have to wait. We can make it work, we can
do it right here on Frig-It with Carl and Ali. Look Robby, I have another
year of high school and you have three. As soon as I'm eighteen I get a
huge trust and when I graduate I can go to college right from here over the
net and you can do the same. The neat thing is that since we're out of
sight no one will know unless we tell them."

I pulled his head down to mine and attempted to kidnap his tongue I giggled
in his mouth thinking of our future. "You seem to have everything planned
out. Exactly how long have you been thinking about this? Oh and by the way
everyone who sees us together will know because I'm not walking around near
you with my hands in my pockets just to keep a secret."

Carl, Ali and Billy sat up together, "We think it might work too." Carl
admitted with a smile that we could see in the moonlight. Ali pounced
across the crack and kissed us his congratulations.

We spent the rest of the night until dawn, sitting on the beds like
Indians, check that, Arabs. We talked and laughed and polished off two
bottles of wine in the process. Carl suddenly got a strange look on his
face while he watched Ali again pounce to kiss us again and encourage us to
consummate our engagement then and there while everyone watched of
course. Carl got to his feet and picked up Ali. Surprised Ali snuggled into
Carl's chest like a helpless child. Carl carried him below. We looked at
each other and shrugged. They were certainly entitled to as much privacy as
they wanted. Ali's horrific scream got us moving down the steps. We found
Ali lying on the bed and bawling into a pillow. Carl sat on the bed and
rubbed Ali's back wearing a smile.

"Was that a yes?" Carl asked sardonically.

Ali sat up laughing and crying while nodded before jumping into Carl's lap
hugging and kissing him. He pulled away from a nipple long enough to look
at us through his tears, "Carl just asked me to marry HIM! Isn't that just
divine!"

"Why'd you turn him down?" I quipped and ducked so the bed pillow hit
Brian. That was the signal to rush them for more congratulatory kisses,
mutual by then.

We got the Frig-It moving an hour later, motored into the harbor and found
a marina with a space at the end of a tee dock. Carl called customs and
then we all worked on breakfast while we waited. During breakfast Carl
handed Billy his card that had a number scrawled across the back. "That's
my grandfather's office private line I'll call him later and you call him
when you get back. If you want to get out of your current business while
you're alive and healthy he'll give you a job doing something that will be
a start."

"Thanks!" Billy looked delighted, "What's his name?"

"The same as mine, Lundstrom," Carl laughed, "Oh, he's William Lundstrom."

"What kind of business is it?" I asked remembering that the name while not
common was familiar.

Carl shrugged, "We make shit, all kinds of things."

I leaned over Billy's arm to read the card, "Lundstrom Industries? That's
why I recognized it. You make shit, yeah right! Things like special
machinery, tractors, heavy trucks you name it and they, I mean you probably
make it. Hey is this a Lundstrom built yacht?" Carl grinned at me. "And
this card gives your title as Executive Vice President."

"I have charge of the yacht division, and the rest of it is honorary
mostly." Carl admitted with a blush "Although the pay is pretty good," he
joked.

"What about us?" I asked desperately, "We just spent four hours bull
shitting about our futures together. What happens to us if you have to go
to work?"

"This is my work. I can't be called back because I own more company stock
than anyone but my grandfather and I'll probably get that if I don't piss
him off somehow, although I'm in no hurry to get that block." I nodded,
satisfied and apologized for my accusations and tone of voice.

The customs guy came and went as useless as Ali shaving around my already
hairless pussy. We dressed for a day looking at the local sights and
finding two good restaurants, one for lunch and the second for an early
dinner as we planned to go back out and anchor again in `our' private
cove. We wore shorts and carried shirts in case of need to get in a
restaurant. Carl put Billy in a taxi to the airport and slipped him a few
bills just in case. He stepped away from us to call his grandfather while
he was thinking about it. He snapped his cell phone closed and started
laughing.

Carl explained the levity, "Gramps knows about me. I came out to him in
prep school. Anyway he calls me his favorite fairy when we're alone or on
the phone. I told him that Billy was going to be calling him looking for a
job. He asked what the kid could do. I told him that Billy said that he was
a wicked typist, both fast and accurate. He said having someone around who
actually could type at all would be a blessing and that he might just keep
Billy to work for him personally. I was waiting for his last question,"
Carl dropped his voice and asked gruffly, "Is this kid a fairy too? I
answered truthfully and even volunteered that he was also a little
swishy. Gramps brushed that aside with, `That doesn't matter as long as he
doesn't show up wearing dresses.' Anyway Billy's got a job." We walked from
the marina as two happy couples, hand in hand and no one seemed to care
beyond staring at Brian and Carl's body with envy or lust depending on the
individual's gender and persuasion.

A month later we held our joint wedding ceremony on the Frig-It while
anchored in a secluded cove near Andros. We memorized our simple vows and
said them to our partners and our other two brothers who would always be
lovers in body and brothers in mind and soul. Our bodies were unadorned as
usual and by then golden brown although I did attempt to comb my hair for
the occasion. Our four wedding rings matched except for the inscriptions
inscribed inside. The flowing script inside mine was my name, Robert M
Ford-Stone. Brian's was Brian R. Ford-Stone. Our joined names labeled us as
joined in marriage. Ali decided to just use Carl's name, Lundstrom, he
planned to change it legally as soon as he was eighteen as the many names
attached to his first name read something like a royal pedigree since he
was actually a distant relative even as a half breed. Brian and I were
letting small crescent shaped pubic patches to grow in and I begged Brian
to allow his neat treasure trail to re-sprout, he agreed reluctantly but
kept it strictly controlled so it appeared close up like a narrow
spear. After a month, my pubes were struggling and they still required a
magnifying glass to see unless I was in full sun, then they sparkled and
contrasted well with my dark tan.

The year rocketed by. We really got into our studies. Carl let us move my
computer into Brian's room with the proviso that sex in there was
forbidden. We studied, if I had a simple question I asked Brian, or if
necessary I shouted for Carl. He lectured us both together; a true one-room
schoolhouse and I began to absorb some of what Brian learned without
trying. Our favorite course, the only one we shared was computer science,
which we abbreviated to `hacking'. I broke into Carl's program three months
into the year. I just looked at the once despised check mark in the
`accelerated' box and realized that it didn't matter anymore, so I left
it. Then over time as I completed a course Carl added another for me to
tackle.

We docked in Ft. Lauderdale at the end of September, two weeks before the
official end of our school year. It wasn't vacation time it was final
examination time. Carl had arranged to have us tested by an independent
testing service so he didn't even know the questions. Brian got a double
whammy because he also had to take the S.A.T. exams in preparation for
college. Two suits arrived early the day after we docked and were about to
board without asking. I stopped them to explain that the dock was our front
door and the entire boat was our home. The doorbell was simply requesting
permission vocally. I waited and they relented finally. I stopped them a
second time pointing at their patent leather street shoes with leather
soles and hard black heels.

"Not on MY deck, no street shoes." I ordered. I had grown two inches and
filled out some. I was proud of my buff body and at five feet-nine inches,
I was taller than either of them. They gave in and left their shoes on the
dock.

Once below, they introduced themselves to Carl who wore shorts, but I
wasn't about to be confined by my little suit so I pushed it down and hung
it on a hook near the hatch installed to hold our four suits since we kept
forgetting.

I heard my name mentioned and I turned to face them. I was pleased to see
that they were embarrassed by my nudity. Ali assured me that I had grown by
a half inch there too when I followed their eyes. Carl grinned and rolled
his eyes. Ali joined us from the master cabin and then Brian appeared from
our classroom. Brian the big lovable lug had grown another inch to
six-one. His hard smooth swimmer's gut had developed into a rippled
six-pack going on eight and his pectorals were nearly as pronounced as
Carl's. Ali's body had hardened as well although he was done growing. The
neatest thing that identified us, as members of the crew were our
cockrings, they began life as eighteen carat gold bracelets in a jewelry
shop I found in the Dutch Antilles.  They were heavy gold wire with a
larger ball on each end. They were very pliable and were held in place by
just bending them closed around our cocks and balls and as easily
removed. I digress.

Brian and I were separated in our study cabins to take the battery of
tests. The computers were turned off, the doors were open and we were each
handed a pencil. After we started the first exam the two asshole suits
began sneaking up the hall, I guess to see if we were cheating. They got to
be distracting and I finally kicked Carl's office chair at the doorway to
hit the dude in the legs. I invited him to sit in it if he wanted to
watch. They left us alone after that except when our time was up, to
collect the paperwork. In all the week was long and mentally grueling. Carl
and Ali babied us at night as if we were children. They wouldn't even let
us help with chores.

When the suits left us Friday afternoon for the last time, we all took a
deep breath and sighed, we had to wait for the results. Carl planned a
weekend trip down into Biscayne Bay to anchor nights and just day sail
during each day and he invited Billy and his friend to join us. Billy's
title by then was Executive Assistant to the Chairman of the Board or put
another way he was William Lundstrom's private secretary in antique
terms. We were startled as Carl explained that Billy held potentially the
second highest position in the corporation if he wished to wield his
influence since he was a trusted insider whose overall knowledge exceeded
most senior executives.

Billy arrived dressed for a yachting weekend and walked and talked with
confidence and a high level of self-esteem in fact he looked like he was
the owner. His partner of eight months, Tanner, was equally well dressed
but looked totally uncomfortable and ill at ease. Billy told us their story
after we got underway.

"There's an addition to our office building underway," Carl nodded, "and
one day I saw the roach coach arrive to be surround by all these
construction workers. I just had to get a closer look so I began taking my
break at the same time, and you can guess where." Billy giggled and Tanner
blushed scarlet. "I felt a bit out of place at first, but they all just
ignored me until after a couple of days some began greeting me with, `Hi
kid.'" Billy took Tanner's arm, "Tanner and I saw each other at the same
time. He blushed before he turned away and I knew or we knew that we'd get
together somehow. After a full workweek of us just staring at each other
from fifty feet apart, I gave up, that Friday and screwed up my courage to
invite him for a beer and a burger after work. He studied his feet so long
I began to think he didn't hear me. Finally he looked at me and
nodded. What was happening inside that beautiful head of his is that if he
accepted my offer he was admitting that he was gay and about to go out on a
first date with another guy."

"It was just a beer." Tanner rumbled speaking up for the first time.

The new Billy giggled and punched Tanner's bicep playfully. "Goddamn Tanner
didn't you ever have any offers when you were younger?" I asked from behind
the wheel.

He grinned, "Ya, but I was a fast runner in those days." He looked on Billy
adoringly, "When I first saw Billy, I decided to stop running, you know to
see what it was all about and how far I could go or get with him since he
was so interested." Tanner relaxed after that bold admission in front of
strangers, even gay strangers.

Billy took over, "We had a wonderful time, but when it was time to take me
home he got all nervous and jerky. He agreed to come in for a night cap but
I had to push him through the door and onto the sofa."

"How'd you nail him?" I asked since no one else did.

Billy giggled, "I poured our beers into glasses and simply dumped his on
him as I was serving him. I was so lucky, I got his shirt AND his
jeans. Once I got his clothes off and saw him the first time, I tore mine
off to make him feel more comfortable. The brute took things from there and
wouldn't even allow me out of bed except for the bathroom the whole lovely
weekend."

"After you just embarrassed the shit out of me, what's next?" Tanner
wondered.

Billy giggled and waved his hand around us, "I suspect that after we get
out away these four beautiful studs will show you."

Billy was right. We had a fantastic weekend except Tanner remained Billy's
top man exclusively and Billy only looked at us with longing when a cock
needed sucking or a pussy needed before he turned back to Tanner. Of course
Tanner had no aversion to watching and even quickly imitated the couple
being watched, but that was all right, we got watch them as well.

Wednesday, the next week, a messenger delivered a pair of envelopes. We
handed them to Carl to open and announce the results. Brian's was
first. His total SAT score was fifteen hundred eighty-five. When we got
done kissing him, he looked morose. When I asked what was wrong he grinned,
"I thought I aced that mother fucker!" With that score he would have his
choice of any institution of higher learning. He actually did ace all his
accelerated junior year courses, which meant he had suddenly, became a high
school graduate!

Brian held me from behind while I watched Carl read my scores. The jerk had
to frown at me before he grinned ear to ear. I jumped two complete grades
and I would start the school year as a senior! I was astounded. As soon as
I could get free of the others I rushed to the phone to call my
father. Carl made us call home monthly so dad knew our schedule. Of course
he didn't believe me. I was to get my little ass to the airport in three
hours and I was to bring Carl along with the original test results, no
copies that could be doctored.

I invited Brian and Ali to come with us. Brian worried that he might out
us. I smiled; I wanted to come out to my father but not all at once. I just
wanted him to meet Brian, learn something of his background and maybe start
him wondering about how close we were. I'd give him a year to think that
over and then see how he reacted next October. It was a quick trip to
Houston and back the same day. Carl explained that due to our hasty
departure, we forgot to lock the damn boat. Dad understood that. We were
there long enough to enjoy dinner, my mother looked like she was ready to
jump Brian's or Carl's bones whenever she looked at either of them and my
thirteen year old sister also openly included exotic Ali in her
imaginings. Dad read everything carefully and nodded with a genuine
smile. I didn't even have to ask about the new school year's fees, he wrote
the check.

My journey home to see the folks was so successful Brian decided that we
should visit his parents, all of us and unannounced, so they'd have no time
to get out of town or call in bible thumping preachers as
reinforcements. Brian leased a jet and a car at the airport. The black maid
opened the door, took one look at Brian and scooted away into the
interior. That was the high point of our visit. We weren't invited beyond
the foyer. Brian introduced me as his life partner to his speechless mother
and handed her his test results, "I'll be starting college as soon as I can
get enrolled and continue to live aboard the Frig-It."

Poor momma Stone nearly fainted at the mention of the boat's name, she
recovered, and "You'll need a check for tuition and expenses" she began.

"No thank you mother, you forget that I'm eighteen now. I have granddad's
trust, we'll get along without your help." Brian's eyes held the beginning
of tears, "Tell dad I said hi, and maybe also tell him that I still love
you both no matter what you think of me," Brian grabbed my hand and pulled
me from the house.

"Holy shit, babe you didn't saying anything about a declaration of
independence." I chided.

"I didn't plan it, it just popped out. I saw that trying to be nice and
waiting for dad to rush home to start preaching at us was a waste of time."
He smiled, "Actually I didn't do anything more than what you did, now I
have mine thinking too. They'll either relent and contact me, or they
won't.

The school yacht Frig-It with four happy fairies aboard departs this
morning for another twelve-month cruise.  OOPS! Ali's shouting his head off
for me to take the wheel that means we must be in traffic! LATER!

The End