Date: Tue, 23 May 2006 13:13:27 -0600
From: Jack Glover <jglover48@usa.net>
Subject: 2nd installment of Little Fish for Interracial

"Mon, you get me off twice in half hour. You good lover. Can we be
boyfriends?"

"Yes, Fish, I'm yours."

***************

We went over the side of the boat to clean ourselves up in the blue-green
water. After we clambered back in I went through some of my stuff and
presented Little Fish with a red Speedo. I lovingly helped him into it and
smoothed the nylon fabric to best set off his charms. He was extremely
pleased with the skimpy swimsuit and thanked me with lots of hugs and
kisses.

"None o' dem boys have sumtin fit this good!"

After that I went to the galley and pulled us out each a can of beer not
cold, but cool enough to be very pleasant.

"Have you had beer before, Fish?" I asked him.

"Not very often, but I like it. It feels bubbly inside ma belly and make me
feel good." As we sipped our beers he watched me prepare us some lunch. I
fried up some thin crepes and heated up a can of chicken a la king on the
gas stove. I rolled the warm filling in the crepes and put them on metal
plates. We both enjoyed them with the beer. It wasn't exactly gourmet, but
very appetizing for two hungry males.

When I saw Little Fish nodding off I suggested that we each lie down on one
of the beds. After taking off my apron I was naked again and lay down with
a happy sigh. Fish did the same across from me, still wearing his red
Speedo. The strenuous sex, good food, beer, and the gentle rocking of the
boat soon had us in dream land. We must have slept for several hours,
because when I woke up from him climbing on top of me the sun was going
down. He worked his way back down my body, spread my cheeks and started to
rim me. Talk about Heaven!

"Me horny again," he said. "Wanna fuck you."

"OK, but I have to clean out just the way you did." I got another Fleet's
out of the storage cabinet and made my way to the head. He followed me and
smilingly indicated that he wanted to administer the douche to me. I stuck
my ass out the door of the head as he inserted it into my rectum and
squeezed the fluid into me. When he was finished I went inside, closed the
door and evacuated my bowels. Luckily I was clean enough with one
application. When I emerged from the head his Speedos were off, he had the
tube of KY in his hand, quickly pushed some into my opening and covered his
erect dick with some of the lube.

"Where do you want me, Fish?"

"Let's go out de cabin to cockpit," he said. I took his hand and he led me
up the stairs. Just then the sun went below the horizon and darkness fell.
The only light came from the battery-fed lights in the cabin, a
three-quarter moon and the stars. The breeze felt good against our naked
bodies.

"Stand at wheel, Adam. I wanna fuck you standing up." I put my hands on the
wheel and jutted my ass back. He put a hand on my hip and entered me with
one swift movement. I gasped but quickly started enjoying the royal
screwing he was giving me. It's so great to have sex outdoors if you're in
a safe place.  I started backing up to meet his inward thrusts. One has to
admire (and enjoy) the prowess of horny young teenagers. Little Fish
rogered me for a good six or seven minutes before we both cried out in a
simultaneous orgasm. We wiped off with a towel we found in the cockpit,
felt our way back into the cabin and fell out on the two beds.

When the morning sun woke me up, I arose, relieved myself in the head and
went to the galley to prepare canned sausage and flapjacks from a mix that
needed just water. I had a whole case of canned, non- carbonated Evian on
board. Fish woke up when he smelled the coffee and went to the head to take
care of his personal business. We let down the eating board in the cockpit
and sat naked, side by side, enjoying our hot food along with hot coffee
and canned orange juice.

"You make good chow. Syrup good. I wan change yo name to Cookie. Can I call
you Cookie?"

"Of course you can. I'd like to call you 'Pixote' that's Portuguese for
'Little Fish'. OK with you?"

"Me like dat pet name you gib me, yes, yes," he said with a broad
grin. "Cookie, on udder side ob islan' is better harbor. Why don' we sail
aroun dere?"

"That's a good idea.  Do you know the whole island, and what's it called?"

"Yes. Me walk de whole islan' only three mile across. Dunno the real
name. We boys jus' call it 'Runaway Island'.


"That's a good name for it. But before we get started, why don't we brush
our teeth and rest up a bit to digest our breakfast?"

"Don' hab no toot-brush."

"That's OK. I have a bunch of new ones in the junk drawer in the
galley. Help me carry this stuff inside and I'll give you one. What color
would you like red, blue, green, clear?"

"Too much to decide, Cookie. You choose me one, OK?"

We put the cups, plates and flatware on the galley counter and I pulled a
cellophane-wrapped tooth brush box out of the junk drawer for Pixote a
clear one. He watched me as I squirted some Colgate on my blue brush, ran
it over my 32 teeth and gums, rinsed my mouth with a newly-opened can of
Evian and spit twice in the galley sink. Giggling, he copied my actions and
used up the rest of the water with a lot of swishing and spitting. Watching
him carry on had ME laughing. Then I washed the dishes and put them in the
rack to dry.

"Let's lie down togedder, Cookie. Having fresh mouth makes me wan kiss
you." After we had traded a few delightful wet kisses I reached into the
cubby hole at the head of the bed and pulled out two handy wipes. I tore
each one open and, since we were both developing boners, had no trouble
wiping off the head and shaft of each of our turgid members with the
flavored wetnaps.

 "Why you do dat, Cookie?"

"Well, we haven't been able to have a good wash and I thought from this
kissing we'd end up 69ing."  When he asked me what that was I described the
position to him.

"Oh, we call dat 'goin head to toe'." We shifted around, took each others'
dicks into our mouths and started pleasuring each other. After several
minutes of moaning and slurping we both shot down each others' throats in
rapid succession.

"Alright, Pixote, let's set sail for the harbor on the other side of the
island."  We dressed in just extra large T-shirts to get a little
protection from the sun, went up on deck and I raised the anchor. Then I
started teaching my lover how the sailboat worked. I started the engine and
we putt-putted toward the mouth of the harbor and the open sea. After we
were under way I showed him how to pull the ropes to raise the main sail
and set the jib at the bow. As we exited the harbor I turned off the engine
and Pixote pointed out another sailboat on the far horizon. He gave me
directions on how to circumnavigate the island which meant tacking into the
wind. I explained what was happening when we had to duck our heads for the
boom to swing over to the other side as the main sail changed position. He
was tickled when I put him at the wheel. After lifting his T-shirt above
his buns and placing my boner between his thighs I wrapped my arms around
him and placed my hands over his on the wheel. He smiled, squeezed his legs
together, and giggled as we enjoyed our erotic intimacy and my gentle play
humping between his legs.