Date: Sun, 26 May 2013 14:34:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: A Dish Served Cold, chap 4

Chapter 4

I'll never forget the time. It was 8:47pm when there was a loud knock on
the door. Mom and Steve were in the kitchen when it came. I heard her
calling my name from the entryway by the front door.

M: "Billy, will you come down here please?" She yelled up the stairway.

There were two cops with badges standing in the hallway. They had me come
to the kitchen, mom turned on all the lights. One of the cops was this
black guy, he was the guy in the suit with the camera and his badge on his
belt. The other one had three stripes on his arm and lots of stuff on his
uniform but no gun.

They had me take off my shirt to take photos of my neck, back, legs and
stomach. They had me get my piss soaked jeans out of the laundry, put them
back on so they could take photos of that too. Then mom and Steve took me
to the hospital ER where we wasted about four hours getting xrays and more
photos of the bruising on my back and my neck. I was told not to go to
school for the rest of the week. Thanksgiving break started on Tuesday so
I'd have about two weeks off with one day of class in the middle.

I heard it was pandemonium at school on Friday.

My brother went to school because not too many people knew we were related,
he was mostly safe. Steve went into work early because he had several phone
calls to make and suits to file. He was on the phone with the school
administration office for nearly one hour right when their office opened.

There was an assembly in the gym the next day. The principal said that two
of the coaches were on suspension along with one teacher and fifteen of the
schools best swimmers were all on suspension pending results of a school
board hearing.

The principal said there was a school policy on bullying, and proceeded to
read it to the silent student body. He said bullying any student for any
reason was grounds for suspension leading to expulsion, a zero tolerance
policy, they were hiring a roving student counsellor that was not a school
system employee that anyone could go to with reports of bullying or
witnessing it.

Then he did something that surprised everyone, he said he was resigning
effective immediately, that the vice principal was taking over the
position. And just like that he turned to walk out the gym door it slammed
shut behind him with a bang. My brother said the student body in the gym
cheered but they were yelled at by one of the remaining coaches and told to
return to class.

In last period someone came into each classroom to hand out a paper to take
home. I saw my brother's when he got back and set it on the kitchen
counter. I couldn't believe my eyes. It detailed everything the principal
said during his speech and summarized the school policy on sexual
harassment. It also advised students of the possibility of lifelong legal
problems relating to being sued over harassment in school. I don't think
anyone took it seriously. I doubt anyone on the swim team could read it
anyway.

Now you gotta remember I don't watch much TV. I watch a lot of TV but it's
hooked to the X-box and Wii. I watched the news that night with mom. Steve
was late coming home that night, his usual.

The big story that night on TV at 6pm was our school.

It reported an un-named student had filed civil rights lawsuits against
fifteen members of the swim team, two coaches, one teacher, the principal,
and the school board. The TV station had video of me being beaten in the
hallway, choked to unconsciousness all while two teachers did nothing. Then
they showed Gary Koshgarian being arrested at school, and the principal
refusing to answer his front door for the TV news people.

I heard that night every one of those douche-bags were served with court
papers or arrest warrants or both.

Ten of the fifteen had criminal charges and civil subpoenas to appear in LA
County Federal Court on civil rights suits.

I did my one day in class the next week. Practically nobody spoke to me
except members of the gay underground., At least I didn't get beat or
shoved into anything. I even sat at lunch using my iphone to text Mom and
Scott without fear of having it ripped from my hand and dumped in the
toilet.

Thanksgiving break couldn't come soon enough. When I got to my car at the
end of the day my car had four flat tires. I called mom to have it
towed. Police came to take photos.

I got a call from one of the few remaining friends I had on campus, he said
he heard a rumor that they caught the guy who flattened my tires from the
school security camera tapes, it was another member of the swim team who
was a nephew of one of the suspended coaches. He got arrested, handcuffed
and charged with felony property damage and hate crimes. Mom said he'd
probably get a letter from the court too.

The days went by, we had a small Thanksgiving dinner on Steve's boat just
the four of us. We talked a little about the stuff at school. Steve said it
would be next year until anything much happened except maybe some of the
criminal stuff.

 -+-

On the first day of school after Thanksgiving break, we all heard that Gary
Koshgarian was in jail and expelled from school. We also heard that two of
the swim team people transferred to private schools in the valley. And the
school posted a note on the locker room doors that the school was hiring
new gym teachers and swim team coaches, that the school was forfeiting the
rest of the swim season, a first in the state of California.

On day two after Thanksgiving break all the students had to sign a pledge
paper stating they were aware of the school policy on bullying and the
penalties for not reporting or being involved in acts of bullying or
intimidating. We saw more video cameras being mounted in the cafeteria and
outside around the campus. But the locker room was still not recorded. They
put one old guy in the cage with the swimsuits and towels. He was a
lecherous looking creepy old guy whose job was to sit there and watch. He
looked like he was 90 years old or something

School was unusually quiet in the week before Christmas break. No
decorations were put up.

My car was left alone the rest of the school year. I took the SAT and
applied for UCLA as a pre-law student. Steve was of course very
supportive. We spent lots of time together on his boat. By the end of
February while the boat was in dry dock we had it almost ready for the new
year of time on the water. The motor was overhauled and the entire water
line stripped and re-painted.

Several spots on the deck were replaced and he had all new upholstery in
the cabin he had the single bunk in the front 'crew quarters' removed and
changed to bunk beds for me and my brother. After the custom woodwork you
couldn't tell it wasn't built like that new.

By May I was accepted at UCLA. Mom was happy so was Steve. My brother was
unusually quiet over the whole thing. The court cases were also
starting. Most of the rest of the school year was un-eventful - what I
always wanted actually happened - I was able to go to school without being
harassed. I graduated in early June and never attended the ceremony, I
simply disappeared. But that wasn't the end of my high school story.

Steve's law firm had filed suit against most of the swim team and everyone
I got on video and audio who ever laid hands on me or let it happen or
encouraged it. He also sued the school district.

Gary Koshgarian accepted a deal for two misdemeanor assault guilty pleas,
four years of probation, fines, and 60 days community service. That was of
course before the civil actions got moving.

The swim team coaches that saw the abuse in the locker room and hallway and
did nothing of course were all fired. They were the first to settle out of
court with Steve's firm. Their insurance companies agreed to $500,000.00
dollars each count.

We heard later they all lost their homes and cars and had to move back to
the states where their parents lived. Two of the three got divorces.

The Koshgarins got a lean against their home and had to sell one car and
their boat and motorcycle to pay fees to the lawyers. Gary will never go to
college. Last I heard he was a night assistant manager of a Taco Bell in
South L.A. with his GED at age 19.

They became known as the Malibu Seven, the biggest offenders of the swim
team. They all settled out of court. All seven families moved to different
states. I know one guy who was friend with one of them, said two of the
seven dropped out of school and the others had to go to private school just
to graduate from high school.

The end of the settlements except for the school corporation came to a
total of $6.5 million dollars. Steve's company took $3.7 million, the rest
went into a trust fund to pay for my education. I asked for one million of
that to set-up a college tuition fund for gay students at Malibu High
School. Steve is the administrator plus his law firm added another million
bucks of their fees to the scholarship fund, plus they manage it for
free. In 2009 they made 6% gains from the stock-market. Steve bought lots
of shares of Apple stock.

By the end of the year the school was still in negotiations over the
settlement offer.

Just days after graduation my brother and I sailed to Hawaii with Steve and
Mom. The trip to Hawaii was smooth, just two weeks of water, fishing,
swimming, taking turns at the wheel, short sleeping periods, and lots of
canned food. There were a few US Navy ships that passed us on the way
there. They love to blast their horns.

We got stuck in Hawaii for five days, just long enough to scrub the boat,
re-provision and make some repairs and get new equipment installed.

It was an interesting trip, took us about 15 days going and 13 days
returning to the west coast. My brother got sick for one entire day on the
trip to Hawaii. The rest of us did fine without any Dramamine. We took
shifts at the wheel, kept up the watch 24/7

I was amazed at the boat traffic, cruise ships, navy, and gigantic
container ships between Hawaii and Los Angles. You could practically walk
there without getting your feet wet. I had no idea. The actual reason for
the watch was to avoid collisions with other boats. Our 55 footer was not
the smallest boat we saw. There was one guy attempting to kayak the trip
but he had a film crew and two boats following. Plus they stopped to sleep
every night and start off the next day at the same spot by the GPS. I can't
wait to see that movie.

We saw whales, tuna, sharks, and lots of bottlenose dolphins. It seemed
like the same dolphins followed us for a week in both directions.

Our crew cabin toilet, or 'head' as it's known in boating lingo doesn't
offer any privacy. We did our laundry on the back deck, we each did our
own. We basically lived in swim suits, sweatshirts, life jackets, distress
beacon strap-ons, and t-shirts. On the trip out we learned that if we give
up regular sailing clothes for swim suits and t-shirts we'd save a ton of
work having to do laundry, with our limited supply of fresh water. The rest
of the trip was done in minimal clothes.

I never seen Mom or Steve naked before but on the trip we all had to shower
and bathe on deck or in the ocean next to the boat.

Once a day at mid-day we lowered the sails and took turns, two at a time in
the water bathing. We'd look the other way while the bathers dove off the
side. You never get fully clean feeling bathing in ocean salt water but you
get used to it. Then we did a quick on-deck fresh water rinse after, then
got dressed. My hair was like a wad of salt and crud for days after
arriving in port. Steve had us cut our hair as short as we could survive
before the trip.

In Hawaii we arrived first at Kuhio Bay on the east side of the big island
right by Hilo Hawaii. We stayed there for about four hours then ended up on
Oahu in Honolulu at the Hawaii Yacht Club. We stayed at the Hawaii Prince
Hotel on Ala Moana Boulevard near the best darn indoor mall in entire state
of Hawaii where Scott and I went to the arcade every day for hours. Mom and
Steve were at the marina every day observing repairs and improvements to
the boat. Our trip home was much better than the one to Hawaii. We got new
larger fresh water tanks and a new de-salination machine too. He had the
radar fixed and a new GPS mounted near the pilots position.

We left Honolulu first going around the south shore then heading at 65
degrees by the GPS directly for Marina Del Rey. We had a great tailwind and
good seas forecast for the return trip. The winds cut off two entire days
of sailing. I was almost sad to see it end. Scott and I have never been
closer.

He's always been the shy one, even around me. On the return trip we changed
our daily pre-lunch bathing schedule so Scott and I would go together while
Steve sat at the wheel and pretended not to watch. Mom stayed below
starting lunch. If she wanted to, she could watch us strip and dive because
the cabin had small windows all around looking out on the side railings and
gangways where we dropped suits and dove in the ocean.

We would strip to our naked butts and dive-in the water. We stayed close to
each other in the sea water. It's hard to wash up in ocean water and the
fresh water rinse always felt nice. Even though I was never on the swim
team I was a pretty good swimmer and diver. I coached Scott. By the time we
got back home Scott could dive in with barely a splash or sound.

We got so used to seeing each other naked, it sort of continued to this day
when we do stuff together at home.

Seeing mom like we did on the return trip naked, I saw the stretch marks on
her stomach from carrying us to term. She got so used to being naked around
us her and Steve would sleep naked every night. But they slept in the much
larger back captains quarters right in front of the pilots position and the
big chrome steering wheel.

On our first day we basically cleared the Hawaii boat traffic as the boats
and freighters got more and more spread out. We passed two cruise ships,
medium sized things. We even made up a special deck bell signal for, "all
hands get clothes on."  We saw a pod of whales that day but never enough to
figure out what species they were. We took lots of photos.

In the harbor Steve had a wind generator installed so we had TV and lights
after sunset the rest of the trip home. We also took on more ballast so the
boat sat a little lower but rocked a little less. We also got better ropes,
cranks, pulleys and a new sail, which really pulled hard at the mast. The
boat rode like it had a jet ski motor under the back deck. It had a small
motor for in the harbor but it was good for about ten miles an hour
only. The prop was maybe fourteen inches across, maybe twelve.

On day two I woke up with a really stubborn boner. I was the first one
up. Steve had the last watch so I went to relieve him on deck. He'd been
there from 2am to 5am when it was pretty much day light out but the sun
wasn't up yet. He went below.

I had on my swimsuit and a thin life jacket, we called the watch
jacket. You basically watched the GPS and compass and kept it aimed right
at Marina Del Rey. Plus you kept a sharp eye on the horizon for other
ships. When he went below I watched as he left the cabin door open, dropped
his suit and hung it from the hook by their berth. I saw his pale butt
cheeks as he climbed up into bed and disappeared. His foot sliding over the
side board was the last thing I saw.

I stood up after tying off the wheel and stepped to the very back of the
boat. There were lines that hold the sail mast up straight. I leaned into
one of them and slid my right hand down my shorts to grab my semi hard
dick.

It only took about thirty seconds before it was rock hard laying against my
stomach.

I loved to rub my dick side to side across my belly. I could do that for
hours. The pre-cum started to ooze. I took each drop from the head with one
finger to stick it in my mouth. Finally I could take no more. I grabbed the
waistband of my shorts and pulled it below my balls and started to stroke
it with a serious effort.

After about a minute of stroking I checked my balls with my left hand, they
were drawn up into combat position, locked and loaded. I ran my hand across
my chest and stomach stopping to gently rub my fingertips across my nipples
then down to my belly button. I licked my finger tips and went back to my
right nipple to gently caress it while I kept up the moderate stroke my my
5.5 inch rod.

I felt it start. My balls were fully tight up against my lower belly.

A shot of hot energy ran down the length of my dick as I felt the first
shot fire. Off the back of the sailboat into the turbulent gray waters of
the ocean shot a long white rope of my DNA, followed by another and
another. Then it slowed to several drops that landed on my left thigh and
my fingers on the right hand.

I raised my fingers to slip the last drops into my mouth. I turned to look
at the large three foot diameter chrome steering wheel of the boat, which I
had tied in position and saw my brother standing there watching me with a
large smile. We never spoke. We both just smiled at each other.

I pulled up my shorts and wiped my hand on my thigh to corral the rest of
my cum to one spot, got it wiped onto my hand. Dropped to my knees and
rinsed it off in the tepid warm waters of the pacific knowing it would
likely be fish food before the end of the hour.

I unstrapped the wheel and fine tuned our heading while Scott took up my
spot at the back of the boat.

I watched from about four feet away as he did essentially the same as me.
I saw between his legs about five minutes later as he shot a couple ropes
of cum into the ocean behind us, licked his fingers, pulled his shorts up
and sat across from me in the piloting well in the back of the sail
boat. This boat was named, "Clarence" after Steve's great great grandfather
whose estate paid for him to go to law school too so he could one day
afford such a nice boat. He said it cost him about a hundred thousand bucks
and was five years old when he got it.

 Let me describe the layout of this sailboat. First off, I'm gonna use lay
terms, not boating terms. It's a white fiberglass body, the deck surface
you walk on, up on top, is about 55 feet long, the actual boat is much
longer than that if you measured it from tip to tip, which we don't.

Lots of boats are designed for outdoor deck activity with big decks and
awnings and stuff. This one is not like that. Most of the floor space is in
the cabin.

In the very back is the piloting area, or 'pit' or 'well' as we call
it. It's about 5x5 feet and goes down into the boat about 2-3 feet. It's
where you stand to steer the boat. There's a large three foot diameter
steering wheel that turns the rudder and steers the ship. There's some
electronics there but it's minimal, mostly a compass. The pit looks
something like an empty hot tub.

Right in front of that is the back wall of the captains quarters, which is
a small bedroom with closets and drawers and a double size bed, just
smaller than a queen size. It's all polished wood, except the
floor. There's a door in the front right side going into the main cabin. It
has little horizontal rectangular windows looking out to the sides but not
to the back.

In the main cabin is a small kitchen area, with oven, range, two
refrigerators - small ones, a freezer, lots of storage cabinets, an eating
area like a restaurant booth table, a small captains desk where all the
electronics are; 2-way radios, radars, electrical controls, motor controls,
sonar, and crude remote steering capability - which Steve says is dangerous
to use. The ship can steer itself but Steve is morally opposed to that.
There's also a sofa the folds up into bunk beds, a TV and stereo with
built-in speakers in the ceiling. The inside is totally wood, the floor is
carpeted. There's a bathroom with electric toilet, sink, and shower
nozzle. There's stairs to a door leading up to the upper deck, and another
door leading to the crew cabin.

The crew cabin is V-shaped with a foot-pedal powered flusher pump toilet
that sits up kinda high. There's no privacy using the crew toilet. We
rarely touch it. I usually poop and pee in the ocean at bath time. On the
right side is all drawers and cabinets. On the left side is two bunk beds
with twin size mattresses. There's small goose neck lights on each
bunk. There's a hatch in the ceiling that leads to the front bow deck and
two tiny windows that look out the sides below deck, so you mostly see
water, that's it really.

Under the floor are multiple sewage tanks, fresh water tanks, gasoline
tank, and the gas engine, which turns the prop or the generator to make
electricity. The batteries are in the wall between the main cabin and the
captains quarters. The main sail mast base sits in the wall between crew
quarters and the dining area.

I think Steve said the boat cost the original owner about $1,250,000. It
was custom built in Florida and sailed to the west coast by the original
owner who lost everything in the investment bust after 9/11.

 (note to readers: everything in this story is fictional, none of it
happened)