Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2000 21:54:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 5

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read
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First Mate, Part 2 is a continuation of First Mate, which can be found in
the Nifty Archive under gay/incest.  While there are some allusions to
events that occurred in First Mate, First Mate, Part 2 is largely a
free-standing work that can be read without having read First Mate.  My
other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's
Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, and From Slave to Houseboy in
gay/authoritarian.

E-mail comments are always welcome.

First Mate, Part 2

Chapter 5

	Four days after my piercing, Rick and I went back to Willis' shop.
He pronounced my PA healed.
	"The way I can tell is how freely it moves," he said, as he moved
it from side to side and turned it through most of the arc of a circle.
"How does it feel?"
	"When you do that," I asked.
	"Yeah."
	"Like I'm about to pop a woodie," I said, and we all laughed.
	"No, shit," he said, as my cock got stiffer and stiffer.  "But is
there any pain?"
	"None.  It hurt to piss at first, but it was really only a little
burning when my stream first started.  Now, that doesn't even happen."
	"How about the sex?"
	"Oh, goddamn," Rick said, emphasizing with his voice how much he
had enjoyed it.
	Willis laughed.  "How about for you," he asked me.
	"Oh, goddamn," I said, imitating Rick.  All of us laughed at that.
	"Well, it looks like this one is a total success.  Would you like
to go with a slightly larger gauge?"
	"What do you think," I asked Willis.  "What do you wear?"
	"I wear a 6 gauge.  You've got an 8 in you right now.  If you go
with a 6, it'll be as tight as it was when we first put it in.  When you
heal, the skin around the wound contracts, and that's why it's as loose as
it is."
	"If I wear a 6, will the skin contract some more," I asked.
	"Probably a little bit, but not nearly as much as it already has.
You can also put a bigger ball on it, if you or Rick or both of you want."
	"Let's go with the 6," I said.
	Willis went out to the front of his shop and came back with a gold
6 gauge ring.  That time Rick and I both watched carefully as he took the 8
gauge off and put the 6 gauge in.
	"Any discomfort," Willis asked.
	"Nope.  Not a bit," I replied.
	When he was finished, I stood up and looked in the mirror.  You
could see more of the ring than before, even when my foreskin was down as
far as it went.  In fact, the weight of the new ring kind of pulled the
head of my dick down farther, so my dick even looked a little bigger.  I
loved the weight of the 6 gauge, too.
	"Oh, man," I said, "this is fucking great.  I love it.  What do you
think, Rick?"
	When I turned to him, I could see his hard-on pushing out against
his shorts.
	"Never mind," I said.  "I can see what you think."  I grabbed his
cock, and Willis burst out laughing.  Rick blushed slightly, which was
completely out of character for him, and I thought that was about the
cutest thing I had ever seen.
	After we had settled down from that little routine, Willis asked us
about our nipple rings.
	"You're both wearing 12 gauge right now, but you could both stand
to upgrade to 8 gauge.  What do you think?"
	"Do you wear an 8," I asked.  He said that he did and that he could
assure us the 8 was a lot more fun than the 12."
	"I'm ready," I said.
	"Me, too," Rick echoed.
	Once again Willis went to get new rings.  While he was gone, I said
to Rick,
	"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you by grabbing your cock like that."
	"Babe, there isn't a thing in this world you could do to me that
would embarrass me.  You are just so fucking hot, I want you all of the
time."  We were kissing when Willis returned.
	"Ah-hem," he said, pretending to clear his throat.
	He got down to the business at hand, and, within five minutes, we
were both decked out in larger nipple rings.
	"I thought y'all might like to see some of these things," Willis
said.  He had a box of what looked like charms for a charm bracelet.
	"What are they," Rick asked.
	"Well, they're little charms, I guess you could say, that you can
put on rings.  This one here is a cock and balls.  This is a skull and
cross bones; this is an American flag.  It's just more decorations,
really."
	The stuff was fascinating.  I had no idea you could wear jewelry on
your jewelry.
	"Is this real gold," Rick asked.
	"Yeah, but it's not really all that expensive.  It's like 12 karet
gold or something," Willis said.  Each pair is about $15.00."
	Rick and I both wanted a pair of cock and balls for our nipples.
We also got little anchors, which seemed right, given our business.  I also
wanted a set of skull and cross bones to wear in memory of our encounter
with the pirates.
	"What's this," I asked, picking up a single item that was about
three inches long and looked a little like a key chain.  It was a gold
chain with a ball at one end and a hook of some kind at the other.
	"I thought you might like that for your PA.  It's just a
decoration."  Willis was being a rather shrewd salesman by showing us all
that stuff.  Rick and I both saw what he was doing, but, hell, it was fun.
We ended up buying about $300.00 worth of stuff, including all our new
rings.  Willis showed us how to attach the charms, and Rick and I decided
to wear the cock and balls charms home.  "Kevin, you realize you're going
to have to take this off your PA when you shove that monster up Rick's ass,
don't you?"
	"We'll see, Willis.  We'll see."  I grinned an evil grin at both of
them, and they both laughed.
	When we got home, we immediately got undressed.
	"I want you to fuck me," Rick said.  He was already fully hard,
like he had been thinking about it all the way home.  "And no fucking
condom anymore.  You're healed."
	My response was to take him into my arms and plant a long, hot, wet
kiss on him.  I stuck my tongue into him deeply enough to do a strep throat
culture, and I felt him tremble with passion in my arms.  We went into our
bedroom, and Rick ripped the spread and sheet back in an instant.  He got
on his back with his legs up behind his shoulders.  I hadn't ever seen him
that hot or that turned on.  I got down to play with his hole with my mouth
and tongue, and I saw his balls contract into tight elephant skin almost
immediately.  I lubed him and myself up with my spit as fast as I could,
and I entered him.  The pressure of the bigger ring was wonderful, and the
fact that I wasn't wearing a condom made it much easier for the ring in my
cock to move around.  Rick loved it, and I was pretty close to ecstasy
right from the start.
	I started fucking him slowly.  Since I knew right where his
prostate was, I focused my attention on it.  Rick came after maybe six
strokes, but he told me not to stop.
	"You know I can keep this up pretty much indefinitely, don't you,"
I asked him.
	"Oh, God, I hope so."
	I kept fucking him.  I had several orgasms without shooting cum,
and Rick had a couple more dry ones himself.  Finally, after I was close to
exhaustion from the sheer effort of fucking, I blasted into him.  When I
came, he came, too, and I lowered myself onto him, cock still in hole.  We
actually dozed off that way and slept for maybe twenty minutes or so.  When
we woke up, we fucked some more.  By the time we finished, we were both
drenched in cum from head hair to pubic hair.
	After a quick shower, I put the little ball and chain on my PA and
walked around naked.  It had just enough weight to keep steady pressure on
my PA ring, and that, in turn, kept me close to arousal.  I was shameless
in showing off my new regalia.  Out at the pool, every eye was on my cock,
as the ball swung back and forth, moving my cock even more than it
ordinarily moved when I walked.  I shot some hoops on the half-court
basketball set-up we had on the beach, and every guy who passed by stopped
and watched me.  I was in exhibitionist heaven.  From that day on, I never
took the ball and chain off except for sex.  Rick loved it, he said, and he
insisted I wear it all the time.  I changed the charms on my nipple rings
every few days, and they attracted attention, as well.

	The next day Rick got a call from the repair shop in Miami saying
the engine on the boat was fixed.  That was much quicker than he had
thought it would be, and he was elated.  He quickly called the travel agent
that usually booked cruises with us to let him know we were back in
business.  I heard Rick talking, but I was in the living room and didn't
really hear what he said.
	"It looks like we're back in business," he said.  "The travel agent
has a group lined up for us for Sunday."
	"Is there enough time to get the boat back down here," I asked.
	"If we leave now, we can be back here by tomorrow afternoon."
Since it was a Friday, that meant we'd have at least part of Saturday and
Sunday morning to see about provisions and such to be ready to go out on
Sunday around noon.
	Rick called the airport, and, as we fully expected, there was a
commuter plane leaving almost every hour.  He gave his credit card number
for two one-way tickets to Miami.  We got dressed and were ready to leave
in fifteen minutes.  I put on jeans and a pocket tee shirt, and I was ready
to go.  Rick didn't take anything with him, either.  I did have the
presence of mind to grab a couple of fresh packs of smokes, and we each
tucked them into our shirt pockets.
	"Wow, this larger nipple rings really feels good with this box of
cigarettes in my pocket," he said.
	"I know," I replied.  "And these jeans feel like heaven on my cock.
I'm probably going to be hard until I can take them off."
	"No complaint from me, Babe," he said, grinning.
	We made it to the airport in about fifteen minutes.  One of the
advantages of living on an island as small as Key West is that everything
is close.
	I was wearing my ball and chain in my PA, and we almost didn't make
the plane because of what happened at the security check point.  Rick set
off the machine when he went through.  They made him empty out his pockets,
and he set it off a second time.  They went over him with the wan, as they
usually do, and the charms hanging from his nipple rings set it off.  All
he did was raise his tee shirt and show the woman his chest.  She was
satisfied with that.
	When it was my turn, I set the damn thing off big time.  They did
the wan routine, and it went off in both places I had metal sticking in me.
I raised my shirt to show my nipple rings, and the lady said that was okay.
	"What you got down here," she said, nudging me a little with the
wan.  I got the feeling she knew what she was doing.
	"I have a penis piercing," I said.
	"So do ten percent of the fellas on this island, but they never set
off the machine."
	"Mine had something hanging from it," I said.  I was getting more
embarrassed by the second.
	"Oh, do you now?  Step over here, please."  She indicated a small
booth-like thing that was nothing but two-by-fours with some kind of
curtain hanging from it.
	"Show it to me," she said.
	"Can't you just take my word for it," I pleaded.  That woman was in
her mid-forties, and she looked like she had been around the block a few
times.
	"Sir, I've seen penises before."
	I'll bet you have, I thought.
	"This is just part of my job.  Now, will you show it to me, or do I
have to have you arrested?"
	"Ma'am, please don't make me do this."  I was pleading with her.  I
heard Rick right outside the booth laughing his ass off.
	"Honey," she said, "I've got three sons, and the youngest one is
about your age.  How old are you?  Eighteen, twenty?"
	I nodded.
	"Are you gay?  Two of my sons are, and that don't make no
difference to me."
	"Yes, ma'am," I said.
	"Now will you show me your pee-pee so I can let you go?  I'm seen
all sizes, honey, and size don't matter.  Trust me."
	She evidently thought I had a little one and was embarrassed about
that.
	"Okay," I said.  I unbuttoned my fly and pulled it out.
	"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, boy.  Whoooa!  Put it back before you get
me too hot to control myself."
	Rick screamed with laughter when he heard that.
	I raced to put my cock away, and she let me through security
without having to go back through the metal detector.
	For the rest of the trip, every now and then Rick would say,
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, boy" to make me blush.  After a while, that got
to be his favorite interjection.
	We almost missed the flight because of my little problem, but they
held it for us for five minutes or so.  After we were finally in the air,
and Rick had had more fun making fun of me, he said,
	"Kevin, this group we're taking out will be six guys."
	"Cool," I said.  Since that was the usual number, I wasn't
surprised.
	"Two masters and four slaves."
	"Whooa!"
	"I know.  I've only ever had a few groups like this, and it can
range anywhere from two nice older guys who treat their boys like puppies
to two mean-ass sons of bitches who want to beat the boys all the time.
Let's hope it's the first type."
	"So fill me in on this stuff.  Will they expect us to be slaves,
too?"
	"Oh, no.  You and I will both be considered masters.  The senior
master will probably want you to work with him, especially when he sees
this thing."  The "thing" Rick was referring to was my cock, which had
actually subsided until he rubbed it when he said that.  I started boning
up again, and I was really afraid the wet spot I knew was developing in my
briefs would work its way through to my jeans and embarrass me.  Fuck it, I
thought; I'm a horny young guy, and people just have to live with wet
spots.  "He'll probably have you fucking him and the boys right and left,
especially with that PA you've got now."
	"Let's talk about that, okay?"
	"About what," he asked.
	"You know, I love being the top guy, but I hope you'll still fuck
me from time to time.  I like that, too, you know."
	Rick laughed out loud, and several other passengers turned around
to see what was so funny.
	"Oh, Babe, don't you worry about that.  Your Ricky's gonna take
good care of your sweet ass.  Probably tonight, in fact.  Jesus, Mary, and
Joseph, boy!"
	I laughed. The plane seated nineteen people, with a single seat on
each side of the aisle.  The nineteenth seat was in the center of the aisle
at the very back of the plane.  Fortunately, we were in the back seat, and
there wasn't anybody else back there with us.  Rick rubbed my cock again
through my jeans, and I knew I'd still have that hard-on when we landed.
	The flight to Miami took maybe thirty minutes.  We didn't land at
Miami International; instead we landed at a much smaller secondary airport
that used to be some sort of military installation.  There was a terminal
building, though, that was about the size of the one in Panama City (two
gates), and there were even taxis waiting out front.  A couple of guys
stared at my crotch in the airport, and I made eye contact with both of
them.  I kind of cocked my head toward Rick to let them know I was his, and
both guys grinned at me.
	Neither one of us had much cash, so we stopped at an ATM machine in
the airport.  We just knew the cab driver wouldn't take American Express.
	The taxi ride to the boatyard took almost forty-five minutes and
cost sixty bucks.  What a fucking ripoff, I thought, as Rick paid him and
gave him a tip.  Sheesh.  We took care of our business with the guy in
charge of the place, and Rick and I were on the boat in less than half an
hour.  It took some pretty careful maneuvering to get us out of their
harbor, so I left Rick alone to steer the boat.  Once we were in open
water, though, and away from the sight of land, off came our clothes.
	We hoisted the sails, and it felt damn good to be naked and under
way.  I assumed Rick would turn on the auto-pilot after we were under sail,
but he didn't.  Instead, he told me to take the wheel.  I didn't know what
was up, but that quickly became apparent when he got behind me and wrapped
his arms around me.  He was hard as a rock (How had I not noticed that?),
and he wanted to play our usual game of the morning (even though it was
after two in the afternoon).  He rubbed the slimy head of his cock on my
asshole, and that made me pop up in an instant.  Even the extra weight of
the ball and chain didn't prevent my cock from standing up at full mast.
He slowly slipped his cock into me, and we stood there, one with each other
and with the sea.  Now and then one of us would pump a little or he would
finger my nipples or cock, but only enough to keep us both fully hard.  I
have no idea how long we stayed joined that way, but it was a wonderful
feeling.
	"You know, I think I like moments like this as much as anything we
do sexually," I said.
	"I know.  Me, too.  It's like we're one person or something.  Does
it feel good inside."
	"Oh, yeah.  You're right on my sweet spot, and there's just enough
pressure to keep me near the brink."
	"I figured I was.  You're leaking like a fucking basket up front
here."  He jerked my cock when he said that.  Several dollops of pre-cum
had already hit my foot, so I knew I was really putting it out.
	"What does it feel like when I do this," he asked, as he moved my
PA around and tugged on my ball and chain.
	"It's hard to say, exactly.  It feels great, not like any other
sensation I've ever had."
	He kept doing that, off and on, the whole time we were linked.
	After a very long time hooked together like that, Rick licked my
right ear.  Then he whispered into it, making sure his breath was all over
it.
	"Er, Kevin."
	"Yeah?"
	"I'm getting tired of standing.  I just checked my watch, and we've
been like this for almost ninety minutes.  Do you want to come?"
	"Of course, I do.  And I want you to come inside me."
	After I said that, Rick started fucking me.  I responded with
counter thrusts, and, in less than ten minutes, we both blasted our cum,
him into me, me onto the bulkhead.  We separated.  Before he left to put on
the auto-pilot, he got down behind me and sucked his cum out of my ass.
Then he cleaned the head of my cock and my jewelry with his mouth.  That
almost got me hard again, but I guess the blood vessels in your penis can
only stay full for so long.
	We went under the bridge at Key Largo and into Florida Bay.  We
lived on the Gulf side of Key West, but it was a more direct route to go
through the Bay than to take on the open Gulf.  And it was safer, too: no
priates in the Bay, at least not pirates on the prowl.  We had to dodge the
hundreds of small keys that litter the Bay, but the Coast Guard or the
Florida Marine Patrol or somebody had the clear channel well marked with
lighted buoys.  We toyed with the idea of dropping anchor and spending the
night off one of the little keys, but we decided to go for it, instead.
The wind was great for night sailing, and we made terrific time.  We ended
up pulling into our berth at the marina in Key West by two o'clock Saturday
morning.  We were home and asleep by 2:30.

	We woke up at 10:30 Saturday morning.  We hadn't bothered to set a
clock or anything, knowing we'd both be ready for the day after eight hours
of sleep.  We showered and shaved individually.  Rick went first and then
cooked bacon and eggs for breakfast.  When I was finished my bathroom
routine, the aroma of the food filled the house.  I knew he was on the
deck, though, so I went out to join him.  Breakfast was delicious.  We had
eaten some junk food in Miami the day before, but that was all we had had.
I must have eaten six eggs and a good half pound of bacon that morning.
After our second cup of coffee, we got ready to face the day.
	Rick had called the chandler before we had left for Miami.  In a
sense, that was to be a maiden voyage, since the boat had been completely
overhauled, so he ordered a "maiden voyage" package of stuff.  Not only did
that include a freezer full of food, but it also included sheets, towels,
other bedding material, and a lot of other stuff.  We met the chandler at
the boat at two o'clock, and, by five, we had it all stowed.  We were ready
for the next day.
	We called our friends Nick and Charlie to see if they wanted to go
out with us that night to celebrate the resumption of our cruises.  They
did, so around eight that night we met them at a very good local
restaurant.  We hadn't seen much of them in the previous couple of weeks,
so it was good to go out with them that night.
	"Kevin," Nick asked, "do you have a new PA?"
	I grinned.  "Yup."
	"Do you like it, Rick?"
	"Oh, mannnnnn, do I.  It's fabulous."
	I knew they were talking about the sexual aspects of my PA, not its
aesthetic appeal.
	"You see, Charlie."
	"Wait.  I'm missing something, here," I said, even though I thought
I knew what was going on.
	"Nick has wanted me to get one for years, but the thought of
somebody sticking a needle in my dick just hurts too much."
	I told them my experience, and Nick was all ears.
	"You see," Nick said, when I had finished.  Charlie just smiled.
	After dinner, we went to a place to shoot pool.  I was a
better-than-average pool shooter, and that night I was really hot.  We
played Nine-Ball, and I sank the nine ball twice on my break.  Rick and I
had shot pool a few times, but he had never seen me at my best.  I was at
my best that night.
	I had worn an oldish pair of Levis, and the place where my cock
rested was slightly lighter than the rest of the pants.  When I went into
the restroom, I checked myself out, and, not only could you see my bulge,
you could also see the outline of my PA and the ball and chain.  I got lots
of stares in the pool hall, which was no more than half gay, and I could
tell Nick was totally distracted by it all night.  We finished up at a
coffee house, and we all had Irish coffee as a nightcap.
	When we were in bed, Rick started playing with my PA.  He still
hadn't sucked my cock with the ring in it, but that ring didn't remain an
oral virgin much longer.  He had no trouble getting the whole thing in his
mouth, and he took as much of me with the ring has he had been able to take
without it.  He played with it with his tongue, sliding the tip of his
tongue between the ring and the head of my dick.
	"That really feels good, Rick," I said.
	He sort of grunted a response.
	He came off of me long enough to tell me to play with my nipples.
I did as he suggested, and the sensation was more than double what it had
been pre-PA and pre-enlarged rings in my nips.
	Rick started playing with my hole with his fingers, and, before
long, he had the longest finger on his right hand up my ass.  He used some
of the techniques I had learned in erotic massage, and, when I came the
first time, I thought I wouldn't be able to hold back my cum.  I did,
though, and we kept it up through four more orgasms.
	When I finally shot my load, my cock started deflating.  I was
determined to give Rick a good time, though, so I got between his legs and
ate his ass.  He liked that a lot, and said so.
	While I was rimming him and sucking on his balls, I was
hand-pumping my own cock to make it hard again.  It didn't take much time
or much stimulation, and I lubed myself with the cum that I had shot
earlier.  I settled Rick on his back and entered his ass in one long
thrust.
	"Oh, God," he said, as I continually grazed his prostate with the
ring in my dick.  He squirmed more than he usually did, and I could tell he
was really close to ecstasy.  When he finally came, it was so powerful that
it almost pushed my cock out of his ass.  I plunged in deeper, though, and
I came again, shooting cum into him.  We lay together, cuddling and petting
for a long time.  My dick finally got soft, though, so I had to take it
out.  We went to sleep almost immediately, even before we smoked, and we
slept in each others' arms.