Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 09:30:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Mate, Chap. 5

Disclaimer: This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons is
purely coincidental.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex between and
among young adult men, and anyone who finds this subject matter
objectionable, or who is not of legal age in his or her political
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First Mate

Chapter Five

The Cruise Continues

	The next morning Rick and I woke up at almost the same time.  We
were both hard as rocks from having to piss, so we stuck out dicks out over
the side of the boat and added a little to the Gulf of Mexico.  Rick looked
me over, front and back, and announced that the ointment had woked its
miracle during the night.  I looked down at myself, and the faint tan line
that had been there the day before was gone.  I was a nice golden brown all
over.
	Rick pulled me down onto the mat.
	"I love to fuck in the morning on deck," he said.  With that we
kissed, a deep, wet, passionate kiss that aroused me fully.  Rick was in a
really playful mood that morning.  Instead of rimming my ass as a
preparation to fucking me, he licked my body from my face to my feet.  He
told me to lie still and let him pleasure me.  And, oh, did he.  He took
each of my nipple rings into his mouth and played with them with his
tongue.  My nipples had been a good bit more sensitive since I'd had them
pierced, but that morning it felt as though they were the center of my
entire sexual being.  Rick ran his tongue down my chest and down the length
of my hard-on to my ball sack.  He took each ball into his mouth, one at a
time, and sucked it.  God, that felt good.  Finally, he got to my hole.
	He played with it with his tongue a while.  Then he raised my legs
up onto his shoulders and entered me in one direct thrust.  He lowered my
legs and was sort of sitting on his haunches while he fucked me.  He moved
in and out in slow, deliberate strokes, every one of which grazed my
prostate, sending waves of pleasure over me.  It went on and on and on and
on.
	"My cock's not as sensitive in the morning, so I can fuck for a
much longer time," he said.  "Is that okay with you?"
	"Babe, you take as long as you fucking want to.  I'm yours."
	He lower himself on top of me and kissed me as we fucked.  He took
my right nipple into his mouth and teased the ring with his tongue.  I knew
I was truly in paradise.  In a few minutes, I felt an imminent orgasm.  I
shot a huge load in the space between us, and I bucked involuntarily a good
forty times as I climaxed and shot.  That made Rick come, and I felt his
hot sperm shooting up into my bowels.  It was wonderful.
	We stayed like that a good while.  Finally, Rick said,
	"I've got to take another piss, but I hate to pull out."
	"Don't," I said.
	"But I've got to.  I almost always piss twice in the morning."
	"Piss, but don't pull out.  Piss inside me."
	"What?"
	"You heard me.  Piss inside me," I said.
	"Are you sure," he asked.  I could tell the idea wasn't new to him
and that it excited him.
	"Fuck, yeah, I'm sure.  I've always wanted to see what that was
like."
	"Oh, babe, me, too," he said.  Without another word, I could sense
him concentrating on releasing his urine.  It usually takes me a while to
start when I'm hard, and Rick was definitely still hard.  Eventually,
though, I felt the warmth of his hot piss enter me.  I started thrusting
against his chest, and, by the time he was finished pissing, I was ready to
come again.  He pushed in as tight as he could so that his cock was
pressing on my prostate, and I unloaded another volley of cum.  Damn, that
felt good.
	Again, we stayed linked.  Rick finally softened and pulled out.  I
felt totally full, but I had to let his piss out of me, or I'd burst.  He
knew that and led me very quickly to a lower deck.  He situated me on a
rail, and I let loose piss, shit, cum, and everything else inside me into
the ocean.  Shitting has always felt good to me, and that unloading was the
best of my life.
	There was a shower head down on that level, so he and I bathed.  Or
bathed each other, rather.  I showed Rick how to retract my foreskin to
wash underneath it, and I left it pulled back on my semi-boner.  The shower
had a hose connected to it, and, at the end of the hose, was a nozzle thing
that reminded me of an enema tube.  Rick picked that up and turned on the
water to it.
	"Come here," he said to me.
	"What's that thing, babe?  It kind of looks like an enema thing."
	"That's pretty much what it is.  Can I use it on you?"
	"Er..."
	"Come on.  I think you'll like it.  Besides, do you think for one
second I'd ever do anything that would hurt you?"
	"No, but...."  I walked over to him even as I was saying that.  He
had me lean up against the rail and spread my legs.  He found my hole with
his finger and rubbed it a little.
	"Mmmmmm," I said in response.
	Then he gently inserted the tube in my butt, and I got a rush as
the water started filling me.  For some reason, I found his doing that
incredibly sexy, and I popped a bone as hard as I've ever had.
	"Take as much as you can, but not so much that it hurts.  Then lean
over the rail and shit it out."
	I did as he said, and I could feel little lumps of shit coming out
of me.  I looked behind, and the water was a light shade of brown.
	He did it a couple of more times, and by the third time the water
came out clear.
	"Now.  You're all clean, inside and out.  Do it to me."
	I did as instructed, and he, too, got hard.
	"Now, let's take care of these things before we greet our guests."
He pulled me to him and too my cock into his hand.  He pulled my foreskin
over the head of his cock, and he jerked us both off inside the skin.  We
had cum to wash off, of course, but I felt so sexually fulfilled that I
didn't think I'd ever want sex again.  When we were all through with our
shower, we walked up to the higher level, hosed off the mat, and put it out
into the sun to dry, to be ready for another time.
	There was no sign of Andy and Paul.  Rick made coffee, and I got
out some fruit and bagles and cream cheese for breakfast.  We ate standing
at a counter in the galley.  Then we took our coffee onto the deck to enjoy
the early morning.  I checked the clock in the galley on the way out, and
it was still only 6:30.
	We sat and drank coffee and smoked the day's first cigarettes.
	"I wonder where the other guys are," I asked.
	"People tend to sleep long and well on a sailboat.  It might be
nine o'clock before we see those two.  I suspect they were up later than we
were."  With that, he winked at me.
	After a second cup of coffee and more cigarettes, we decided to get
under way.  We set the sails, turned on the auto-pilot, and went down to
the lower deck to watch the boat proceed in the wind.
	"It's cooler than I thought it would be," I said.
	"Are you cold?"
	"A little."  He wrapped himself around me for warmth.  His aroma
was so natural and so pure it almost took my breath away.  Neither of us
had shaved or used deodorant, and we luxuriated in the natural smell of
each other.  I had known I was in love with this guy for over a week, but,
at that moment, I felt closer to him than to any other human being in my
life.
	"I love you," I whispered.
	He didn't respond.  When I looked at him, big tears were in his
eyes.
	"What's the matter," I asked, concerned that I had said or done
something wrong.
	"You just make me so happy," he said.  "I love you, too."
	Rick held me tenderly for a long time.  I felt his cock start to
stiffen against my ass, and mine was at about half-hard status.  I leaned
back into him a little more firmly, and he reached around and took my cock
into his hand.  In a couple of minutes, I could feel the head of his cock
against my asshole, and I wanted desperately for him to enter me.  I pushed
down on it, and it slid into me effortlessly.  We didn't move.  He didn't
thrust, and I didn't push down on him.  We just stood there, his arms
wrapped around me, his manhood inside me.  I felt a total peace and comfort
and joy.  My man inside me and my manhood inside his strong hand.

	"Well, will you look at this."  It was Andy's voice.  We were
busted.
	"That looks like fun," Paul said.  He and Andy came down beside us.
	"Morning, boys," Rick said.  "Care to join us?"
	That was exactly what they intended to do.  Paul got behind Andy
and wrapped his arms around him as Rick had wrapped his around me.  It took
a slight effort for Paul to penetrate, but, eventually, he succeeded.  The
four of us stood on the prow of the boat, locked in love.  In that
position, Rick's cock gently touched my prostate, not enough to make me
come, but enough to give me the warmest feeling inside.  The boat cut
through the water, and we swayed as the waves made us rise and fall
slightly.  I honestly thought I was in heaven.
	Gradually, under the pressure of Rick's dick inside me, my own dick
started to swell.  The skin pulled back, exposing the head of my cock.  A
long drop of precum hung from it.
	We remained that way for a time longer.
	"Pump your ass muscles, Andy," Paul said.  "I'm starting to soften
up inside you."
	I assume Andy complied with the request.  It made me notice Rick's
cock, though, and I decided to pump it a little with my own internal
fuck-muscles.  Rick moaned when I did it.
	"You're gonna make me come, Kevin," Rick said.
	"You want me to stop?"
	"Fuck, no.  Keep it up, man.  That feels fantastic."
	I did as my lover commanded.  I pumped my internal muscles for all
I was worth.
	"Shit, I'm going to come," Rick said.  With that, he thrust into me
as deeply as he could.  I continued pumping my muscles, as I felt him shoot
deep inside me.  Seconds later, I went into an immense contraction of my
own, but no cum shot out of me.  I definitely had an orgasm, and it was a
doozy, but there was no ejaculate.
	I kept pumping my muscles.  In a minute or so, Rick came again,
this time screaming out his pleasure and joy.  I came a second time, but,
again, there was no explosion.  I pumped my muscles some more, and,
finally, I spasmed a third time and my cum shot out like a rocket.  That
was the most intense and draining sexual experience of my young life.  When
I finally caught my breath and Rick withdrew, I noticed that Andy and Paul
had also consumated their coupling.
	"What the fuck was that all about," Rick asked.  "You came three
times, but you only shot once.  How the hell did you do that?"
	"I don't know, man.  Are you mad at me?"
	"Mad at you?  Shit, that was about the most amazing sex I've ever
had, Kevin.  You've got to perfect that, man."
	"I've heard of guys who can have multiple orgasms without
shooting," Paul said.  "I think they teach young boys how to do that in
India or someplace like that.  I've read about it, but I've never done it
or seen it done."
	"It was really intense," I said.  "_Really_ intense."

	We spent most of the rest of that day sailing the Caribbean.  I was
never less than half-hard all day long, and I kept thinking about what had
happened that morning.  As the day moved on, we got out the weights and
other exercise equipment, and all four of us worked out.  It felt really
good to be pumping iron in the hot sun of the sea.  After lunch, we all
dozed on the deck.
	Around two o'clock, the radar siren went off, awakening us from our
naps.
	"What the hell is that," I asked, with alarm.
	"Oh, that's the radar alarm to let us know we're within a mile of
something.  I suspect it's the island we're going to spend the night on,"
Rick said.
	He took me into the pilot house, and we checked the radar.  Sure
enough, it was an island, and not another vessel, that we were nearing.
Rick turned off the automatic pilot and helped me steer the boat.  When we
were within sight of the island, we hauled in the sails and he started up
the motor.
	"There's a beautiful little cove on this island.  We'll anchor
there.  This is great snorkeling territory, by the way.  We can snorkel for
a while and maybe catch some crabs or lobsters for dinner."
	We weighed anchor, and Rick told Andy and Paul this was where we
would spend the night.  He told them about the snorkeling, and they were
eager to try it.  He told us about trying to catch supper, but he also
reassured us we had some prime beef ready, in case we weren't successful.
	All of us had been naked all day, so Rick hauled out the snorkeling
gear and we got ready to go in.  I told Rick I was an experienced
snorkeler, and diver, for that matter, and he seemed pleased.  He gave me a
spear gun, and he took one for himself.  Andy had snorkeled before, so he
went over the "how-to's" with Paul.  All four of us were in the water in a
matter of minutes.
	The island was surrounded by a coral reef, and it was teeming with
life.  The fish were gorgeous, and I spotted several lobsters in only a few
minutes.  I had caught lobsters before, so I dove down and started scooping
them up.  I got four in no time, without having to use my spear gun.
	Andy and Paul were completely taken with the beauty of underwater
life.  Neither of them got anything, though.  Rick was more savvy than
that, and he came to the surface with a sack full of mollusks and crabs.
We had enough for a feast for ten people, let alone four.
	After snorkeling, we took one of the two smaller boats on the
sailboat onto the island.  We found firewood, built a fire, and started
cooking our dinner.  Rick had some potatoes and frozen corn-on-the-cob on
board, so we cooked those with the lobsters and other shellfish.  That
night we had a grand feast.
	Rick had asked me to bring my guitar to the island.  In the
afterglow of a wonderful meal, and with rum-and-cokes in hand, I played and
sang some of the Buffett material I knew.  All three guys seemed to love
it, and I had a blast entertaining them.  They sang along on some of the
songs, but they didn't know most of them.  I also played a few Beach Boys
hits, especially "Cocomo," which seemed just right for the setting.
	Of course, the singing and drinking couldn't go on all night, and,
after a few hours of it, we all started thinking about sex and going to
bed.  We had never planned to spend the night on the island, so we doused
the fire, cleaned up the camp site, motored back to the sailboat, put the
leftovers away, and bedded down with our partners.
	"I can't believe how wonderful this is," I said to Rick, as I
climbed into bed with him.  We were sleeping in the captain's cabin that
night, instead of on the deck.
	"You really like it," he asked.
	"Oh, man, I could spend the rest of my life naked and doing this."
	That made him grin from ear to ear.
	"Get your ass in this bed," he said in a mock-serious tone.  "We've
got work to do."

	The rest of my training week went about the same as the first few
days had gone.  We partied hard in Jamaica, and I came very close to
getting a tattoo.  Rick convinced me not to, though, assuring me that
conditions in the tattoo parlors in Key West were much more antiseptic and
safer.  Except for the time we spent in Jamaica, I don't remember having
clothes on at all during that trip.  By the time we put in in Key West, I
was as brown as Rick, maybe even a little darker.
	We had both become really fond of Andy and Paul on the trip.  Both
were entertaining and interesting guys, and both were great lovers.  Paul,
it turned out, was an avid photographer and Web page designer, and he must
have taken fifty rolls of film.  They weren't all of me, but I'm sure I
showed up in quite a few of them.  He asked me if I had any objections to
his posting my nude pictures to his Web site, and, after discussing the
matter with Rick, I told him I didn't, as long as he mentioned Rainbow
Cruises and didn't give my full name.  It was kind of an emotional farewell
to those guys, but they had to get back to Detroit and their lives there.
Life's a beach, but not for everybody.  Just for Rick and me.