Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2000 18:13:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Mate, Chap. 6

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
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First Mate

Chapter Six

Life in Key West

	Rick had nothing booked for the next week, so we decided to stay
home in Key West and let me learn the place.  Also, I had a Coast Guard
exam to take, and there happened to be one scheduled for that week.  Rick
had known he would need a new first mate, so he had paid the fee and
scheduled a slot for someone.  The exam was on Tuesday, and he and I spent
the time between Friday afternoon and Tuesday morning boning up on the
stuff they would ask me on the exam.  Oh, there was time for the odd meal
out and the odd roll in the hay, don't get me wrong, but, basically, we
spent our time going over sailing information.
	I was kind of nervous on Tuesday morning, when I woke up with my
hard cock buried in Rick's crack.  I had taken big exams in high school, of
course, but this one really mattered.  We made love that morning, and Rick
fixed me a really good breakfast.  When I got to the exam site, there were
only two other guys there to take it.  The morning was devoted to a written
exam, which counted 50%, and the afternoon was given over to a "practical,"
where we actually demonstrated our knowledge of how to do stuff.
	"How'd you do," Rick asked, as I walked toward his car in the
parking lot.
	"I think I did really well," I said.  "The guy kept saying I did,
anyway."
	"Let's go celebrate," he said.
	And celebrate we did.  We started with a wonderful dinner at a
really nice restaurant.  Then we hit some of the clubs that the island is
famous for, at least among gay men.  A lot of the guys in the bars seemed
to know Rick, but I got the impression they were friends and not former
lovers.  We ended up at home around two o'clock, and we made some serious
love that night.
	"God is great.  God is good.  Let us thank Him for our love," Rick
said, as we lay in bed smoking.
	"You think God brought us together," I asked.  I was only half
serious in my question because I didn't think he was serious.
	"Son, I know He, or She, did," Rick said without a trace of irony.
"You realize I love you, don't you?"
	I started to say "yes, sir," but caught myself before it came out.
	"Yes, I do.  And you realize I love you, too, don't you?"
	"And you don't think God is in all of this somewhere?"
	That took me aback.  I didn't think of God very often back then,
and it had never crossed my mind that the biblical quotation "God is love"
was literally true.
	"You think God is love," I asked, seriously.
	"You got another definition from the Bible?  That's the only one
I've ever read or heard of what God is.  I love you.  You love me.  So God
must be in there somewhere."
	Whooa!  I had never thought about that.  I remembered what my dad
had said about being disappointed in who?  God?  when I told him I thought
I was gay.  This shit was really deep, as deep as my love for my
ex-step-uncle.

	The week on the island went by fast.  I found out a couple of days
later that I had, indeed, passed my first mate's test and could obtain a
license.  Rick was really pleased.  I got to know some of our neighbors,
like the two guys who ran the resort where we lived, but mostly we got to
know one another better.  There was a gay-owned, gay-operated,
gay-patronized gym in town, where everyone seemed to work out naked.  Rick
wasn't really a member, but he knew the owners and, for a five dollar fee,
they let us work out there.  Toward the end of the week, we got ready for
our next cruise.
	When Sunday afternoon came around, we were ready for our guests.
They were all there by six o'clock.  In spring and summer, it's still
daylight when we pulled out, Rick mentioned to me, but in January, it was
already dark.  We didn't go far that first night.  In fact, we didn't even
hoist sail.  We motored out for a couple of hours, Rick set the anchors,
and we joined our guests on the back deck.
	A tell-tale sign of the kind of crowd we had that week was that
every guy had clothes on.  Admittedly, it was night, and there was no
chance to get a tan, but, still, by then somebody should have taken off
something.  Everyone was fully clothed, though.  Four guys were playing
Bridge, one was reading, and the sixth one was just kind of staring off
into space.
	Rick broke out the rum and coke, I got out my guitar, and we ended
up having a decent, if celibate, evening.  In fact, all that week, except
for the sex that went on below deck, and between Rick and me every chance
we got, it could have been a cruise for priests who actually kept their
vows.  All in all, though, I had a great time on that cruise.  More
importantly, I learned a hell of a lot about seamanship from Rick.  He
actually had time to teach me the rudiments of celestial navigation, and,
for that, I was appreciative.
	The next week's crew wasn't a whole lot better.  There were a
couple of younger guys on board, and Rick and I got it on with them a time
or two.  Again, though, I wondered about just how sexual, apart from Rick,
my life was going to be in this cruise business.  I improved my celestial
navigation skills tremendously, and I learned how to weather my first
storm.  The Gulf is sometimes stormy in winter, and we were unable to avoid
a three-hour assault by a nasty bitch of a squall.  At one point, Rick
asked me to climb the main mast to take care of some ropes that prevented
us from tying off the mainsail, and, of course, I did.  That was kind of a
rush--being naked high atop the boat, with wind and rain and lightening all
around me.  I got hard up there from the enormity of the storm, and I
jerked off.  Rick noticed when I came back down.  He scooped up the cum
that was still leaking out of my dick and popped it into his mouth.
	"Sorry I wasn't up there to help you," he said, with a gigantic
grin.
	"Rick, I hate to say this," I said, when we got in port Saturday
morning, "but this isn't turning into the sexual adventure of my life."
	"I know," he replied.  "These last two groups have been kind of
like eunuchs in that department, haven't they."
	"Well, they weren't exactly all over either one of us."
	"Yeah, but next week will be different.  I guarantee."