Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 17:48:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Mate, Part 2, Ch. 7

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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, The Dancer in gay/encounters, and
From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian.

E-mail comments are always welcome.

First Mate, Part 2

Chapter 7

	Rick and I said good-bye to that bunch around noon on Saturday,
and, frankly, I was glad it was over.  I never felt really at ease with
them on board.  The sex wasn't bad, of course, but the whole master-slave
thing really didn't turn me on.  Rick and I went straight to our house.  We
had left the air conditioner on so the place wouldn't be covered with
mildew in our absence, but it was a hot day so we turned it lower.  Nick
and Charlie had gotten our mail in for us, as they always did, so Rick
started going through it.
	While he was doing that, I logged into my e-mail account to see if
there was anything.  I had a bunch of friends who checked their mail three
or four times a day, but I didn't bother with it at sea.  I had a message
from Guy, my friend in Panama City, and a couple of other messages from
friends.  Nothing urgent.  The last one was from my dad dated the day
before.  This is what it said:

Dear Kevin,

It's been a while since I spoke with you, and every time I've called I've
gotten a message saying y'all couldn't come to the phone.  It gave a number
to call in an emergency, but I had just wanted to chat.  I guess you and
Rick must be on one of your cruises.  I hope your business is good.  Stan
told me about helping y'all buy part of the resort, and I think it's a good
idea.  I'm a little disappointed you didn't come to me for advice, but I
know Stan knows the place and that it's a gay nudist resort.  At the time
(before my great coming out), I can see how you'd be a little hesitant.  [I
winced at the end of that paragraph.  I had called Uncle Stan because he
had given me the money and I knew he had been to the resort.  I hadn't even
thought about calling my dad for fatherly advice.  Damn.]

Speaking of Stan, he sends his love.  He and I should have done this years
ago, Son.  Not before you were born, of course, but years ago,
nevertheless.  Your mother and I had many happy years together, but there
were always difficulties.  Now she and I are both happy.  Your sisters
still haven't fully accepted my choice of partners, even though they both
love Stan.  It's the lifestyle, I guess, that's so off-putting to them.
You freaked Susan out when you came out to her, but it was time she knew.
I know both girls will eventually accept you and me as they always did, but
it hurts a little right now.

One reason I'm writing is Stan and I have talked about visiting you and
Rick, and maybe even going on one of your cruises.  Stan's been, and he
says they're fabulous.  What do you think?  Write or call, and let me know.
We don't expect any discounts.

Well, I need to run.  Take care, my dear son.  I love you.

Dad

	I almost shit my shorts when I read that last part about them
wanting to go out on one of the cruises.  Jesus!  Seeing my own dad naked,
and maybe even hard!  Watching him and Stan make out!  Or, worse, fucking!
I hurriedly printed the message to show it to Rick.  He was busy at that
moment returning calls and talking to the travel agent, so I went out onto
the deck with the e-mail in my hand and sat down.  I lit a cigarette and
tried to think.  I wasn't wearing a shirt, as usual, and my shorts felt
uncomfortably clingy after nearly a full week of being bareass naked so I
took them off.  I was wearing white briefs, but I left them on.
	It had been almost six full months since I had seen my dad or any
other family member, and phone calls hadn't been all that frequent, either,
with us at sea and all.  Even during the months we were on land all the
time we hadn't spoken more than a couple of times.  It sure would be good
to see him and Stan, I thought, but I was really nervous about the cruise
idea.
	In thirty minutes or so Rick joined me on the deck.
	"So why the long face," he asked.  Damn, that man could read me
like a fucking book.
	"Is it long," I asked.
	"Well, it didn't exactly light up like it usually does when you see
me," he said.
	"It's this," I said, handing him the e-mail.
	He read it, but I couldn't judge from his facial expression if
there was any particular reaction.  He handed it back to me.
	"What do you think," I asked.
	"Well, I'm really not all that surprised about your sisters.  That
can take some getting used to."
	"No, I meant the part about Dad and Stan going out with us."
	"Oh, that."  He kind of shrugged.
	"Come on, Rick.  Talk to me, man," I said.  He could tell by my
tone of voice that I was anxious and worried about that part.
	"Are you scared of that," he asked.
	"Well, frankly, I am.  I mean, our lifestyle on board isn't exactly
like a father and son hanging out together on the bay back home on a
Saturday afternoon."
	Rick laughed.
	"Let me ask you this.  Are you ashamed of anything you or I do on a
cruise?"
	"Fuck, no.  You know that."
	"I thought so.  So why would it be any different if one of the
guests happened to be your dad?"
	I didn't respond; I was lost in thought.
	"Kevin, I'm sure Stan has told George everything that goes on on
our cruises.  I read the request as meaning something like, 'Kevin, I
accept and respect you as an adult gay male, and I'm willing to see you do
whatever it is you do as an adult gay male when you're working.'"
	Damn.  I hadn't thought of it that way.
	"If George and Stan disapproved of our lifestyle, Kevin, this is
the last fucking place they'd want to come.  I see the request as a kind of
affirmation."
	I broke out into a huge grin.  "I knew there must be some reason
for me to love you," I said.  "I'd have never thought of it that way."
	"What do you think they're going to do?  Capture you and take you
back home?  If they did, I'd be on their asses like white on rice, and they
know it.  They can't break us up or make you stop doing what you want to
do, and I think their intention is exactly the opposite.  They want to see
you--us, maybe--and have a vacation."
	"How the hell did you ever get so fucking smart," I teased.
	"I've let you pump a couple of gallons of your cum up my ass, and
some of it landed on my brain."  We both laughed.
	"Do you think I should call and say it's okay?"
	"I'd write him, I think.  E-mail, of course, not the old
pen-and-ink method.  Let them know who our agent is, and tell them to book
a cruise right away.  By the way, we're already booked solid until the
first of July, and we've got lots of other bookings scattered throughout
the rest of the summer.  We're going to have to skip our week-a-month at
home.  I hope you don't mind.  Things'll taper off in the fall, some, and
by November, we'll be lucky to get two cruises in.  December is a
flat-liner."

	Rick and I mainly hung out the rest of the afternoon.  I did write
the e-mail, though, but basically we relaxed.  We went down to the pool,
met some of the guests of the resort, and just had a nice Saturday
afternoon at home.  That night we had a kind of traditional date: dinner, a
movie, passionate sex, and sleep by midnight.  The next morning we were up
by ten and ready to meet our next set of passengers.

	The next day's group was six guys who had just graduated from FSU.
They had been fraternity brothers in a traditional straight fraternity, but
they were all gay.  In fact, they were the only gay seniors (but not the
only gay members) so they had become pretty good friends.  Two of them, in
fact, were lovers, but they were about as unlikely a couple as you'd expect
to meet.  One guy of the couple was a little on the swishy side, but he
happened to be a novice body builder.  He had a physique on him that three
fourths of the guys on the gaymuscle IRC channel would have died for, and
his face was real easy on the eyes, as well.  His lover, whom he apparently
adored, was probably 6'3" and weighed in at 125 soaking wet.  Naturally, he
wore thick glasses and was as pale as a ghost.  He had the most prominent
Adam's Apple I had ever seen.  The other four were just ordinary guys that
nobody would have ever suspected were gay.
	One guy, Patrick, recognized me from the Web site that had my
pictures on it.  He told me the pictures had spread, and they were being
downloaded from newsgroups and other Web sites all over the Internet.  I
was flattered, I guess.
	Once we were out of the harbor, Rick and I had our traditional fuck
at the steering wheel.  He was in me that time, and the putt-putt-putt of
the engine kept us both very near the edge without a whole lot of the
in-and-out.  We both came several times, as we usually did, and I once
again christened the bulkhead in front of the wheel with a load of cum.
	When we went back to the mid-deck to join our guests, we found them
all naked, except for the muscle guy, who had shorts on.  The skinny
guy--Frank--had a cock on him that almost reached his knees, soft.  I made
a mental note that there would be no measuring contests on that trip.
Muscleman didn't have much of a bulge, so I figured him to be the bottom
guy in that arrangement.  The other four guys were of average build in the
pee-pee department, and all five that I could see were cut, just like Rick.
	They might have all been college graduates, but they were still
fraternity boys at heart.  They had discovered the beer and liquor, and
each of them had something to drink in hand when we got back to them.  A
couple of the guys were smoking, too, which warmed my heart.  That last
bunch of medical people had made me a little nervous about smoking in front
of them.  Not this crowd.  They were there to party.
	"Hey, man.  Where'd this come from?"  It was Patrick, and he was
referring to my PA, and the ball and chain that hung from it, which he
fingered.
	"I got it a few weeks ago," I replied.
	"Damn, that's so fucking hot, man," another guy, Phil, said.  "Did
it hurt much?"
	I told him my experience, and they were all surprised.
	"Does it feel good for sex," Phil asked.
	"It sure does," I said.  "But ask him, too," meaning Rick.
	Rick assured them it felt good, really good, but he assured them we
always took off the ball and chain for sex.
	Phil started playing with his cock, just kind of touching it now
and then, but it was enough to make him start to get hard.  He walked over
to me and asked, "You mind if I touch it?  I've never seen an uncut one up
close before."
	"Naw, man.  Go ahead."
	He pushed the skin back on my cock, and it stayed in place.  He got
down on the deck in front of me, and I thought for a minute he might be
going to blow me.  He inspected me really well, but he didn't put it in his
mouth.  He pulled the skin back and forth over the head several times, and
I started getting aroused.
	"Is this cum on here," he asked, scraping off some dried residue
from my tryst with Rick of shortly before.
	"Yup," I said, grinning.
	Everybody was watching what was going on, and I loved being the
center of attention.  I had learned in the last six months that I had a
very strong exhibitionist streak in me.  While Phil was exploring my dick,
Carl came over and started working on my nipples.
	"These are soooooo cool, man," he said.  I was wearing my skull and
cross bones charms that day.
	"Are you guys trying to get me hard, or what," I asked in a joking
tone.
	They all laughed, but nobody stopped doing what he was doing.
	"My ass is free, if anybody wants to explore that," I said.  They
all cracked up, but Sam came over and started rubbing it.  At first he just
rubbed my cheeks, but then he went for gold.  Before I knew it, I had a
raging, throbbing hard-on and two fingers up my ass.
	"I feel like a slave at an auction," I said.  I had learned all
about that sort of thing the previous week from our master-slave crew.
	"I bid twenty-five," Patrick said.
	"Thirty," Carl responded.
	"Thirty-five," Mike said.
	"Whooa.  Whooa.  Whooa!"  That was Rick.  "First of all, guys, he
doesn't sell it; he gives it away.  Second, he belongs to me--but he's free
to do whatever he wants to do.  And so am I."
	They all pulled off me, not knowing what to do.  Meanwhile, Frank,
the skinny kid with the huge dick, pulled out a digital camera.
	"You mind," he asked.  "I have a Web site, and I'd like to be the
first to post some of you with the dick ring and shit.  You're kind of a
celebrity, like the Brewer twins."
	"Go ahead," I said.  He started snapping pictures.
	"Why'd you guys stop," I asked.
	"We figured Rick was pissed at us," Phil said.
	Rick laughed.  "Just at the bidding on him, not at what y'all were
doing to him," Rick said.  "Y'all are the horniest bunch I think I've ever
had on this boat.  We don't usually get around to this until the first
night.  It's only two o'clock in the afternoon."
	"Afternoon delight," I asked, and everybody laughed.
	"Let's get the mat out.  It looks like we're all pretty horny,"
Rick said, and he and I got the vinyl sex mat from its storage place and
spread it out.
	"You guys need some sun screen, especially on your asses and
dicks," Rick said.  He threw a couple of bottles on the mat.  "Use it."
	In no time, the bottles were open and the lotion was squirted on
everyone, including Rick and me.  We never used it, of course, but the
rubbing in of the lotion was part of the sex play.  Frank continued taking
pictures for a while longer, but he eventually put his camera down and
joined us on the mat.  He definitely got aroused like everyone else, but
his dick was very thin and tended to point downward rather than up.  That
was probably a function of gravity on a piece that big.
	Phil made the first move on me by giving me a long, wet kiss.  His
tongue darted around in my mouth, and I did my best to keep up with him.
He started jerking my cock, but I had to show him how I liked it done.  I
took off the ball and chain because I knew where that shit was leading.
	"I want you to fuck me," he whispered, while he was nibbling my
ear.  Without responding verbally, I gently moved him onto his back and
lifted his legs.  I warmed his ass up with my tongue, and I stuck a couple
of fingers in him to stretch him out.  He didn't need much attention in
that department, though.  By then, Rick had produced several king-size
tubes of KY for us, and I lubed him and me up.
	"Are you ready," I asked, not wanting to take him by surprise.
	"Goddamn, am I ever," he said.
	I positioned my dick at his hole and pushed forward.  He let out a
terrific noise, and I thought I had hurt him badly.  I didn't move.
	"Are you okay," I ask, really concerned.
	"Jesus, Kevin, just fuck the shit out of me.  Your cock and that
ring feel soooooo good.  I'm not hurting; I'm loving."
	With that said, I proceeded to do what he wanted.  He was one of
the most flexible guys I'd ever fucked.  After a few minutes, he rolled
back on his shoulders and had both feet planted firmly on the mat on either
side of his head.  That forced me to get off my knees.  His asshole was
pointed straight at the sky, and I fucked him standing up.  I'd seen
pictures of guys in that position, but that was the first time I had ever
used it on a guy.  He kept making these rich moaning sounds, so I knew that
whatever was happening was good for him.  In about five minutes or less, I
felt his ass contract around my cock, and he shot his load into his own
face, much of it into his mouth, I was later told.
	I didn't stop.  I kept fucking him like that for another good ten
minutes.  Then he came again.  I was close, so I forced myself to orgasm
without shooting cum.  He felt me go off, and he relaxed, spent.  He felt
the end of my still-hard cock.  It was slimy with KY, pre-cum, and ass
juice, but there wasn't any cum on it.
	"Didn't you come," he asked, concerned.
	"Yeah, but I didn't shoot.  I don't usually shoot cum the first few
times I orgasm."
	"No, shit.  I've read about guys who can do that.  God, I wish I
could."
	Frank approached me next, and I'm sure my face said I was scared to
death of that twelve-incher he was packing.
	"I'm a bottom," he said gently.  That's all it took.  I fucked him
as hard as I could, and he came three times before I came once.  I was
really tired and out of breath at that point, so I rolled off him to rest a
bit.  He had heard what I had said to Phil, so he wasn't concerned by my
lack of output.
	In a few seconds, I smelled cigarette smoke, and that made me want
one.  I bummed one from Carl.  He and I sat together smoking.
	"You think you got one more in you," he asked.
	"In a minute," I said.  We finished our smokes, and then I did my
thing with Carl.  That was half the crew, so I figured I'd have to get the
rest of them that night.
	After all the sex, we were sweaty, tired, and very thirsty.  Rick
and I got icy beers for our guests.  He had made a triple order of beer for
that trip, and then I knew why.  Damn, those boys could drink.

	It was nearly three o'clock when we had finished our first round of
sex.  That was the time we usually met up with our friends the dolphins,
and that day was no different.  It was as though they knew we would be by.
All the guys but one, Danny the Muscleman, wanted to swim.
	"Don't you want to swim with the dolphins," I asked him.  "It's a
hell of a lot of fun, man."
	"No.  Y'all go ahead."
	I sensed some potential embarrassment, but I took a chance anyway.
	"Is it because you can't swim," I asked gently.  He nodded, and he
did seem a bit embarrassed.  The guy was built like a brick shithouse, so I
knew he was into some kind of sport, probably body building.
	"That's cool, man.  I'll keep you company, and you and I can get to
know one another."
	"You don't have to do that," he said.  I thought Danny was a bit
effeminate, and ordinarily I was sort of put off by that.  I kind of felt
sorry for him, though, and I wanted to talk to him.
	"I know I don't.  But I happen to want to."
	"Really?  A stud like you wants to get to know me?"  Danny had real
surprise in his voice.
	"Look at yourself, man.  You think I'm a stud?  If I'm a stud,
you're a fucking gorilla."
	By then everyone else was in the water with Rick.
	"Jesus, Danny.  You've got muscles on top of muscles.  Do you
compete?"
	"You mean in body building," he asked.
	"Yeah."
	"I've been in a few contests, yeah.  I've done okay."
	"So why do you think I'm such a fucking stud and you aren't?  Hell,
I played football and worked out for years, and I'm nowhere near as big as
you."
	"Yeah, except where it really counts."  There was more than a touch
of irony in his voice.  I figured he was talking about his penis.
	"You mean down here," I said, touching his cock with my finger
through his shorts.  I rubbed it around a little, and Danny responded, as I
figured he would.
	"Where else?"
	"It gets the job done, though, doesn't it," I asked.  "You and
Frank are a couple, aren't you?"
	"Yeah, we are, and he's a real sweetheart.  But we have sexual
problems."
	Bartenders are usually a guy's first counselor in matters of the
heart, and I felt myself being cast in that role.  I got us both beers, and
I lit a cigarette.  He asked me for one, saying his were in his shirt,
whereever that might have been at that moment.  You can usually tell the
degree of effeminacy of a guy by the way he smokes, and Danny was no
exception.  He held the cigarette the way a woman would.
	"Like what," I asked.
	"Huh?  What are you talking about?"
	I realized my question wasn't really connected any more to anything
he had said since so much time had elapsed.  I had been picking up Rick's
random-abstract thought processes.
	"Sorry.  You told me you and Frank have sexual problems.  Like what
kind?  Maybe I can help."
	"I doubt it," he said.  "It's just that we're both total and
complete bottoms.  Even if he could do it, I wouldn't want that cane pole
of his up my ass, anyway."
	"He is huge," I said, half laughing.
	"Tell me about it," he said.  "And don't think that doesn't just
make my own inadequacy more glaring."
	"So how big are you," I asked.
	"Shit, I've measured it so many times....I'm right at four inches
fully, totally, and completely hard."
	"So, do you guys not have sex at all," I asked.
	"Oh, yeah.  We kiss and fondle and rub up against one another.  We
suck each other off sometimes, but I can't get more than about two inches
of him in my mouth.  I've never made him come from oral sex."
	"And you really want to, right?"
	He turned to look at me, and he had such a pathetic look on his
face I wanted to hug him and tell him it was alright.
	"Kevin, the fact of the matter is, I'm twenty-two years old, I've
been gay all my conscious life, and I'm still a virgin.  I've never fucked
anyone, nor have I been fucked.  Frank is my first boyfriend, if it's fair
to even call him that."
	"Do you care about him?  Does he care about you?"
	"Very much, on both counts.  But how can we continue a
relationship?  Dammit, I want to get fucked!"
	I could tell that he was one screwed up son of a bitch.  I admired
his muscles, sure, but there wasn't anything else about him that appealed
to me.  Ok, Kevin, I thought.  This guy really wants you badly.  He's
needy; you could fuck him, and he'd be happy.  My conscience told me I had
to fuck him, but my body was in open revolt against my conscience.
	"Have you ever had anything up your ass," I asked.
	"You mean like a dildo or butt plug?  Oh, yeah.  Lots of times.
And I love it, but it's not the real thing."
	I lit up another cigarette.  I really didn't crave it, but I didn't
know what the fuck else to do.  It would buy me some time, I thought.  I
extended my pack to Danny, but he refused.
	Halfway through my smoke, my conscience won.
	"Would you let me fuck you," I asked.
	He turned into a new man when I said those words.
	"That would probably be the highlight of my life," he said.
	Oh, shit, I thought.
	"Would you be willing to do it?"
	I took a drag on my smoke, exhaled slowly, and thought hard.
	"Sure.  We've got time right now.  They won't be back on board for
another hour or so."
	"Oh, God, Kevin.  That would be wonderful."
	I stubbed out my cigarette, took a swig of my beer, and leaned over
and kissed him.  He responded very well.  He was a good kisser.  I had to
work my cock a little to get it hard, but it didn't take a whole lot of
work.  I unbuttoned his shorts, and they fell off him.  He wasn't wearing
underwear.  I rubbed his cock, and it sprang up to its full four-inch
glory.  We were in the shade of a canopy we had on deck, and the KY was
still on the mat in the sun.  I crawled over to it and got a tube.  It was
hot in my hand, so I knew it would feel extra good when I used it on him.
	This is what they mean by a mercy-fuck, I thought, as I crawled
back.  I decided he deserved my best effort, whatever that might be under
the circumstances.
	We kissed again, and I wasted no time in getting to his cock.  I
sucked it for all I was worth, and the size was really quite nice.  I could
take his cock and both balls into my mouth at one time, and that made Danny
ecstatic.  I pushed him onto his back, and I went after his asshole with my
mouth like a starving man suddently presented with a steak dinner.  I stuck
my tongue into him, stuck fingers into him, and finally held the tube of KY
up to his ass and inserted the pointy head of it into him.  I squeezed
hard, and I'm sure that hot stuff felt wonderful going into him.
	I lubricated my cock and got on my back.  I explained the procedure
of his lowering himself onto me slowly, so he was in control.
	"Man, I've fantasized about doing this for years.  I know what to
do," he said.  And he did.  In less than a minute, I was fully inside him,
and there was little or no apparent pain.  He was facing me, so I arched my
back to give his prostate a full workout.  He cried out in pleasure when I
first hit it, and we continued that way for several minutes.
	"I want to really fuck you," I said.  "Let's try to roll over with
me still in you.  I really want you on your back."
	He was pretty nimble, despite all the muscle, so we accomplished
that more easily than I thought we would.  By then, he was fully used to
having me in his ass, and I was able to fuck him like I fucked Rick.  He
made lots of noise, and, when he eventually came, he came very hard.  I
decided to give him my sperm in that, his first fuck, so I didn't hold back
my cum.  He loved it, and I had a pretty good time myself.
	We smoked cigarettes and had another beer after we had both
recovered.
	"Where are you from," I asked.
	"Jacksonville, I guess.  But I've lived all over.  My dad's an
admiral in the navy, so we've been just about everywhere.  He's retired
now, and my parents live in Jacksonville."
	"And you said Frank is your first lover?  Are you out to your
parents?"
	There was a long, awkward pause.  Then he finally nodded and
lowered his head.
	He looked pretty cute just then, in a kind of pathetic sort of way.
	"You want to tell me about it," I asked.  And he did.
	After an hour of listening to the torment he had experienced from
kids in school through junior high, he decided to become a body builder.
He said he had the basic genetic muscle structure to start with, and he
worked his ass off.  He was accepted a lot better in high school, and
college had been great.
	"I wish I didn't act so fucking queer, though," he said.
	"What do you mean," I asked, knowing full well what he meant.  I
just didn't know he was aware of it.
	"So feminine.  Effeminate.  Whatever the word is."
	"Have you tried to work on that," I asked.
	"Oh, God, yes.  And I can usually pull off a few hours of macho
stuff.  But then somebody will say something funny, and I'll unconsciously
go right back to the fem stuff."
	"A lot of gay guys find that appealing," I said.  I had started to
like this guy, and I genuinely wanted him to feel better about himself.
	"I know they do, but the general public is repulsed."  Pause.
"You're turned off by it, aren't you?"
	"I, er, ..."
	"Don't lie, Kevin.  I can tell you are."
	"I might be turned off by the mannerisms, but I'm not necessarily
turned off by the guy.  The personality, and all, I mean."
	"A lot of people think it's just an act, just something I choose to
do, but it isn't.  It's right in the core of me, and I can't really control
it."
	I'm ashamed to admit, I guess I had been one of those people until
just then.  And Frank wasn't anything close to outrageous.  I guess, with
him, the disparity between all the muscles and the slightly limp wrist just
didn't go together for me.
	"Are your parents okay with your being gay," I asked.
	"My mom is, and so is my sister.  My dad has never liked me,
though.  When I finally told them, all he said was, 'I'm not surprised.'"
	"So what are you going to do now that college is over," I asked.
	"I've been accepted into medical school.  I'm going to be a
doctor."
	"Goddamn, man.  Congratulations!"
	"Thanks.  That's about the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Frankie and I will split up, though, and that's kind of bad.  But, as I
said before, we care for each other but aren't really in love."
	Right about then, the rest of the guys were coming aboard from
swimming with the dolphins.  They looked exhausted and excited at the same
time.  They all showered off to get the salt water off of them, and then
they joined us on the deck for beers and talk.

	That trip was hornier than most had been.  Those guys were
celebrating their graduation and their friendship and their gayness, all at
the same time.  They knew they would never be together again like they were
that week, and Rick and I were proud to make it possible for them.  I got
to know Danny a lot better, and we had sex every day that they were aboard.
We still keep in touch, and he's doing very well in medical school.  His
penis hasn't grown any, or so he says, but his self-esteem sure has.