Master and the Mate
By
Deep Diver
Editor: David L.
Published by Deep Diver at Smashwords
Copyright, 2006, Deep Diver, al rights reserved
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All persons and events in this story are fictitious.
Chapter 1
Signing On
Kyle was reading the classified ads in the Daily News, looking for a job. He kept questioning himself, as he felt he was wasting his time since most of the ads required either special training or experience. Yet his eyes kept drifting back to the same ad seeking a deckhand for a yacht, which was docked in a marina near White Plains on the Long Island Sound. He couldn't help wondering why the listed phone number was a local call. 'What the hell,' he thought to himself, 'what do I have to lose?' so he called and made an appointment with the owner's secretary.
* * *
Dr. Ryan Loud was a semi-retired psychologist, although he had not reached retirement age; but his unmarried older brother had died and left his estate to him – including his yacht. Ryan had worked hard both as a counseling and teaching psychologist. Like his brother, he had never married, as a result of his awareness of his homosexual tendencies. From an early age – about twelve – he had known his true sexuality. He had experimented several times in his youth, but once he'd graduated with his doctorate he just immersed himself in his work; quickly becoming very highly respected by his colleagues due to his publications in his field. To keep in touch with the real world outside his specialized academic enclave, he saw an occasional client when an interesting referral from one of his colleagues came along.
He had felt sexually attracted to several of his clients and students but didn't want to abuse their vulnerability and so avoided relating to them socially; thus most of his contacts came from the gay chat rooms he frequented in his few leisure hours, and only one had lasted for several years. It ended when his friend took a higher paying job in another city and the distance slowly eroded their relationship.
He had learned much from that relationship however, and still yearned for his friend's kisses and caresses. His explorations of the Internet also stirred a slight interest in what some would consider kinky sex.
He found himself visiting more and more pages dedicated to bondage and sex slaves; fascinated by the photos on members' profiles. Yet it seemed that most guys were somewhat narcissistic and were looking for guys similar to themselves. Very few were seeking a mature man except for those on daddyhunt, but they weren't so much into bondage and master/slave relationships. So, the boys perceived Ryan as just another dirty old man, in spite of his professional success, academic and social recognition. He himself was not attracted to men his own age.
Today he was to begin interviewing for a deckhand/mate for the luxury yacht that his brother had left him. It didn't start well – the first applicant arrived late; he was a man of about forty-five and although attractive, was clearly having problems with alcoholism (Ryan could see it both in his eyes and by the smell alcohol on his breath). The only thing in his favor was that he seemed to have a good knowledge of motors; but his way of avoiding the tough questions was not lost on the mental therapist interviewing him.
The second guy that came for an interview was obviously effeminate and a real turn off for the Doctor; who had groomed his reputation for years and was not about to be seen with a guy who wore his sexuality on the outside like a neon sign.
The third applicant wasn't much better: he was a sailor by profession, but it was clear he was a womanizer and he seemed to only be motivated by a need to leave town quickly. He gave the good doctor the feeling he was running from either the law or the Mafia: in either case he did not inspire Ryan's confidence.
Ryan was feeling somewhat frustrated and that these interviews were just a waste of time until the fourth applicant arrived. He was far too young and had no experience; he had dropped out of college after two years: but he had such a winning smile! Kyle was a dirty-blond, green-eyed, smooth-skinned young man with a clear complexion who carried himself with a nice balance between self-confidence and humility. He seemed so attentive to the doctor but his demeanor gave no hint of his sexual preference. He had been living with his dad, his mother having died during his freshman year. He had held a few meaningless jobs like waiting on tables at a fast food restaurant and working at a car wash – in each case he chose to move on and had left each job with high recommendations.
Ryan was torn: Kyle knew almost nothing about navigation and boating; but physically and mentally he appealed to Ryan. On one hand he was unqualified, but on the other hand he was attractive, in good shape, inspired confidence and seemed fun to be with. Ryan finally decided to take the plunge.
"Look Kyle, I like you, but you're unqualified,” Ryan said, observing Kyle's responses with his experienced analytical eye.
"I understand, Sir, but if you give me a chance, I am a quick learner,” Kyle said apprehensively, feeling that he had almost no hope of getting this job.
"Well, would you be willing to take the quick course in navigation and boating safety that the Coast Guard offers?" asked the doctor.
"I'd certainly be willing to take the course, but I don't think I can afford the fees and I live about an hour and half drive up-state and don't have a car,” Kyle said, bowing his head, as he recited the difficulties that he was aware of in his taking up Ryan's offer.
"Okay Kyle, I would like to give you a chance. You seem like a real nice guy – easy to get along with. I'll tell you what I’m willing to do. I will pay for your course and then take it out of your salary and if you want you can live on the boat – it’s very close to where they offer the course. You can earn your keep by maintaining the yacht and keeping it clean and ready. Also, during the day, you could hang around the maintenance shop at the marina and see if you can pick up some savvy on motor maintenance. So what do you say?"
"Doc that would be so great. I won't let you down, thank you so much. When can I start?" Kyle said, flashing one of the widest and most disarming smiles, which Ryan had ever had the privilege to see.
"How about you bring your gear here on Saturday afternoon around 1 p. m.? I finish with my last client around then and I will drive you out to the marina and show you around. The course begins on Monday and is three hours each evening for two weeks,” Ryan said.
Kyle was thrilled and bubbling with excitement; he kept shaking the doctor's hand with both of his. "OK, kid, see you on Saturday,” Ryan said as he escorted him out of his office. That night the doctor had a hard time falling asleep due to his excitement from meeting this likeable young man.
* * *
Kyle arrived early on Saturday and the doctor was kind of slow gathering his gear, a cooler and packing his Honda Civic. They finally arrived at the marina around 4 p. m. and the doctor introduced Kyle to the guard at the gate. Then they drove to the end of the pier where the yacht was moored and unpacked the car. Kyle watched the gear while the doctor drove his car to the parking lot. He tried to guess which of the boats belonged to the shrink. When the doctor came back he was pushing a cart on which they loaded their gear and then Kyle pushed it down the wooden dock walking behind the doctor who occasionally waved to a few owners who were on their boats.
Finally, the Doctor came to a halt before one of the most beautiful and elegant yachts that Kyle had ever seen. It was long and sleek and it was moored in its own berth with ropes on each side keeping it in the middle of the dock. The Doctor pulled on one of the ropes, hauling the boat into the dock close enough for them to hop aboard.
Kyle's mouth fell open as he stepped aboard; he had never been anywhere that was so plush. There was a lower outdoor deck where they came aboard and they then went up a flight of stairs, which brought them to the main sundeck. At the end of this deck there was a sliding door leading to the main cabin. It was like the sitting room of a men’s club and oozed comfort from the expensive furniture it contained. There was a wet bar in one corner and a wide screen TV in the other; in the center of the opposite wall was a door which led to the staterooms where they deposited Ryan's bags.
Then the Doctor showed Kyle forward to the bow of the boat and the stairs going down to a lower level where there were cabins for the crew and a galley. Kyle would be living in one of these small cabins – which were rather cramped – but when the Doc was not aboard he would have practically the whole boat to himself. Kyle could not believe his good luck.
"Just get yourself settled in for now," Ryan said, "It’s too late to take her out now; so we'll have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight we can relax with a movie and if you know how to give a massage, I would love you to work the kinks out of my neck,”
"I've never given a massage, Sir. I'm sorry I don't know how,” Kyle said innocently.
While Kyle unpacked and got settled into his small cabin, the Doctor took out a couple of steaks from the cooler that he had brought from home. He stowed the other items in the refrigerator and then went up on the main deck where there was a gas barbecue and got it going. Kyle soon finished stowing his gear and came up onto the same deck, and stood watching the doctor who had put a couple of ears of corn still in their husks on the grill.
"How do you like your steak?" Ryan asked.
"What do you mean?" Kyle responded.
Ryan contemplated Kyle's response and thought about what it could mean in terms of this young man's experience and education.
"Do you like it well-done, medium, medium-rare or rare," Ryan said patiently.
"I guess well-done,” Kyle responded, not really understanding the differences.
"I tell you what, Kyle, I’ll cook it medium-rare and if you don't like it I will cook it some more. These are expensive cuts of meat and if I cook them too much it will ruin their flavor. Okay?"
Kyle nodded his head in assent since the only steak that they ate at his house had been Salisbury steak. Kyle was from a working-class family that lived comfortably, but very simply. The typical menu at home was chicken or chopped meat in a variety of forms, potatoes and a green salad. Beyond that his experience of food was rather limited. Ryan was impressed that Kyle agreed to try the unknown. He understood this to be a good quality and was glad to see that his impoverished background did not have the effect of limiting his mind to new experiences. As they ate, Ryan was fascinated by the expressions on Kyle's boyish face, as he savored both the juicy steak and the caramelized corn, both of which were serendipitous eating experiences for the lad.
Afterward, Kyle was given the task of scraping down the grill, as the Doctor pulled a massage table out of the locker in the bulkhead, from where it was stowed and took it into the main cabin. Ryan then disappeared into his stateroom and returned with some skin creams. When Kyle entered the main salon, he saw the table and reminded the doctor that he did not know how to give a massage.
"Well you'd better pay attention and start learning because from now on its part of your job. If we are going to be traveling together this will be an important part of your duties, now strip off your shirt and lay down here with your face in this hole,” Ryan said, as he lined the hole with tissue paper. The young man complied: he had never had a massage and was curious. He trusted the doctor, but was also somewhat apprehensive about someone touching his body. The good doctor lubricated his hands first and then spread the lubricant over Kyle's muscular back. He delighted in the feel of the young man's firm and smooth skin. His body was hairless except for the treasure trail running from his navel down into his jeans.
Kyle was shocked that being touched by this older man was so enjoyable; and he seemed to melt into the table. His parents were very kind and good people, but he had no recollection of them ever giving him a back rub. His mother had once rubbed some Vicks Vapor Rub on his chest when he had a cold as a very young boy, but he could not recall feeling what he was feeling now. There was even a tingle in his genitals and he was glad to be lying face down.
The doctor worked on his neck and shoulder muscles; his touch was firm, but gentle. He was very careful to avoid pinching the boy. He kneaded his body like his grandmother had taught him to knead bread dough. As he pressed down on Kyle, he would exhale and almost moan with delight. After doing his back, the doctor broke the mood and said:
"OK, get up it’s my turn now,”
Reluctantly, Kyle picked himself slowly off the massage table, hoping that his boss would not notice the bulge in his pants. Of course Ryan noticed, because he’d expected it due to his familiarity with massages, but he said nothing so as not to embarrass his new employee on his first night on board the yacht.
Ryan lay down on the table and told Kyle to lubricate his hands and then spread the lubricant on his back. Ryan was very hesitant and somewhat nervous and began massaging very tentatively the older man's back. The warmth of the doctor's skin was the first sensation to impress the boy. Then as he moved his hands over Ryan's back, the smooth feel fascinated him as they rolled over strong muscles. The more he touched the man the more he was enjoying the sensations and the more firmly he applied pressure.
He soon found that he could detect the knots in the doc's back where the tensions of the day had tightened the shrink's muscles. Ryan moaned in relief and Kyle could actually feel the muscles lose their resistance to his hands. After a good while, Ryan turned over. His semi-hairy chest and his enlarged gut, which had a large scar down the center, were not particularly attractive. Kyle just stared at him and wondered.
"What should I do?" Kyle asked.
This was the cue that Ryan had been awaiting. "Oh yeah, you were doing so well, I almost forgot that you are new to this,” The doctor said to instill confidence in the boy, while getting himself up off the table. "Now you lay down again and I will show you,” Kyle had no inkling that he had been set up and the good doctor now had the perfect excuse to run his hands over the young man's torso. Ryan had to bite his lip to hide his smile.
Once Kyle had lain down, his anxiety levels rose and his whole body stiffened, except for that part that was already somewhat extended – that withered in size rather quickly! Again the doctor lubricated his hands and then painted the boy's torso with the specially perfumed oils. But before he touched the youth he said, "Now close your eyes and enjoy. I am going to touch you now,” As soon as Ryan's hands dropped down on his chest, Kyle tightened involuntarily, but as they began moving over him he felt his whole body just let go. He relaxed so deeply he felt as if he were floating in the air.
The doctor moved his hands over Kyle's pecs. They were not very developed yet, but he would soon have this boy doing proper exercises. He moved his hands in circles over them, noticing Kyle's facial expressions change, as he toyed with his teats. His pants began to tent again. Then the doctor worked on his left arm from the shoulder down to the nicely developed biceps then the lower arm and finally the palm of the hand and then each finger; paying close attention to each joint of each finger. When Ryan let go of his hand it plopped down totally relaxed. He then repeated the same process on Kyle's other arm. The boy was now putty in his hands.
"There’s a bow flex in my cabin, I expect you to do a twenty minute workout every day. Understood?"
"I'm not sure, but maybe you could show me how tomorrow?” Kyle said enthusiastically.
"I can be your trainer, but if you do not complete the routine correctly each day I will have to punish you," the doctor said laughingly.
"OK, my turn. Come on, get to work!" Ryan said, knowing how hard it was to accept the end of a massage. Kyle got up most unwillingly; not wanting the experience to end and repeated what he had just learnt. Slowly, Kyle gained more and more confidence as he worked on Ryan.
"Good job, Kyle. You were right. You do learn fast. Tomorrow we will do the legs and maybe after your navigation course, I'll send you to get a certificate as a masseur,”
Chapter 2
Anchors Aweigh!
Edwin has his music; his collection of CDs is his one admitted vice: his house is decorated with stands that hold literally hundreds of CDs. He deals with his loneliness by putting on his headphones and letting his mind drift into the latest hit to have caught his attention. His only other means of escape from reality were the hours he spent chatting online with his many acquaintances. Mostly his time is spent in idle banter with a short list of friends, talking about favorite singers.
Edwin is a hard worker and gives his job his all. It is due to his job that he is so far from Puerto Rico where he was raised. He came to the States because of the higher wages and this has separated him from his family and most of his friends. He now lives in Miami and being bilingual has opened many doors for him. He jealously guards his figure; keeping in shape with visits to the gym off the lobby of the building where he lives and religiously avoiding fatty foods. While others deal with their anxieties by eating, Edwin has his music. He is easily recognized in the gym as the one with the earphones. Some use the gym as a place to socialize, not him. He is there to maintain his body: the body of a thirty-five-year-old man which looks more like the body of someone about ten years younger.
In his twenties Edwin had a lover, but he was so new to sex he really didn't know how to respond. Sex was good; and it was always exciting. But Edwin didn't know how to give himself to his partner, this other person who was always making so many demands on him. He didn't enjoy the gay scene and was rather shy about dancing in public. Edwin enjoyed going to a good restaurant, but usually only picked lightly at his food. His deep love was reserved for his family. He was once heard saying that if anyone ever hurt a member of his family he would kill them; but there was no violence in him: he wasn't an angry person.
This first relationship finally ended when he failed to buy his lover a gift for his birthday. Edwin only believed in exchanging gifts with family and his partner had been so preoccupied with his sexual demands that he hadn't connected with Edwin on anything but a physical level. Although his friend often surprised him with the latest CD, he saw no need to give tokens of friendship. Edwin gave his body unhesitatingly in response to his partner's demands and that should be enough.
During his late twenties he was chatting on line after a hard day's work. A chat friend whom he had never met in person offered him a massage. The offer sounded so good that he invited this older man to his apartment. This new acquaintance gave him a wonderful full body rub, which put him in seventh heaven in spite of the fact that it was given on the floor. The older man was a psychologist by profession and accepted brief visits with Edwin. Occasionally Edwin would ask him for another massage; but most visits were sexual. The visits continued over the years but included almost no social activities other than a very occasional movie or dinner out.
As the years passed the sex between the two became increasingly passionate. Each always wanted more; but both also wanted to keep their lives separate and so sexual encounters were limited to a couple of hours about two, maybe three times a month. Edwin loved being penetrated by Ryan's huge (19 cm) 7.5-inch cut cock. Ryan loved caressing and kissing Edwin's smooth firm body. At one point Ryan thought that Edwin had shaved all the hair off his legs because they felt so smooth; but on close examination he realized that he had the same amount of hair as before. It was how fine these hairs were that created the illusion that Edwin had a newborn baby's skin.
Sex between them both was wonderful. Edwin would have liked to penetrate Ryan, but Ryan was very much a top and found attempts at anal penetration too painful. Actually it was more due to Edwin's lack of experience: he didn't know how to prepare his partner properly by relaxing his sphincter and as a result his clumsy attempts to enter Ryan's tight ass were doomed to failure. Despite this, they were both deeply satisfied with their sex, which often ended with Edwin straddling Ryan with Ryan's cock up his butt hole. Edwin loved cumming on Ryan's hairy chest as Ryan's cock exploded in his rectum.
Unfortunately Ryan had to move his office further away and so his visits became less frequent. Later Edwin received a job offer with a substantial increase in pay; but it meant moving away and the distance left both with only online encounters, which due to their frustrations became less and less frequent. Both wished that the other's profession hadn't forced them apart and lamented the waning of the relationship. The only gift that had ever been exchanged between them had been some postage stamps of Disney characters, which Edwin loved and, of course, their semen!
* * *
These thoughts passed through Ryan's head as he opened his eyes, and he felt the very slight movements of the yacht. The smell of fresh coffee was in the air and he found himself irresistibly drawn to it. He got up, put on a pair of shorts, and went down to the galley to find that Kyle had prepared their breakfast. Kyle was dressed in a white tee shirt and shorts; his dirty-blond hair was uncombed which seemed to make him even more attractive. Ryan sneaked a peek at his legs and noticed that the hair on his legs was also blond and very fine. He immediate wondered if they would feel like the legs of his old friend.
After they had finished eating, Ryan said, "let's take 'Gardie' out and go crabbing,”
" ‘Gardie’?" asked Kyle interrogatively, as his mind raced, trying to think what the Doc meant.
"That's the name of the yacht you’re on. You'd better learn that so if you go ashore you can find it when you come back!" The doctor said, laughingly, thinking ‘this kid is a real landlubber.’
"Now pay attention: you go out on the dock and cast us off; first you disconnect the power line and then the mooring ropes. Wait for my signal before you start on the ropes you start with the ropes on the right side, then the left and finally those aft but remember, don't do anything until I signal you. Got that?"
"Aye, aye Captain!" Kyle said, flashing a brilliant smile that made Ryan's heart skip a few beats. Ryan went up to the third level, which gave him a bird's eye view of the yacht and putting the key in the ignition, turned on her engine. The huge diesel fired up straight away, and after puffing out some strong pungent fumes, began to purr like a large cat. Ryan signaled Kyle who was standing on the dock waiting for his cue. He had already disconnected the power cable and now undid the two nylon ropes from the pier's bollards. He then trotted round to the other side; all excited that he was about to go out on the briny for the first time in his life: not counting trips on the Staten Island Ferry of course. Finally he pulled the boat back towards the dock and jumped aboard as Captain Ryan pushed the gears slowly into forward. The yacht moved ahead slowly as Kyle gathered the ropes into nice neat coils before joining Ryan on the bridge.
Ryan explained that one should never go faster than five miles an hour inside the marina unless you wanted to pay for a lot of damage to the other yachts. As he said this, Ryan looked intently toward Kyle, who nodded to show he'd got the message. Ryan stopped at the last dock and told Kyle to gas her up while he spoke with the attendant and paid his monthly bill.
Shortly they were all gassed up and again on their way to sea. The wind flowing through Kyle's long hair seemed to almost transform him into a son of the gods in the light of the morning sun.
Ryan felt so happy to be enjoying this beautiful day in the company of such an attractive young man. Kyle was thrilled to be standing on the bridge and taking in all the sights as they departed the marina. Ryan moved out of the captain's chair and invited Kyle to take the wheel; Kyle jumped at the chance, in spite of not knowing what to do. Ryan pointed out the channel markers and explained them to his new mate. He pointed at the compass and told him which course to maintain as he gradually increased the speed. Kyle was feeling like a kid sitting on Santa's lap for the first time in his life. The sensation of piloting the yacht felt to him as if he was piloting a jumbo jet racing down the runway; he was exhilarated. As the shoreline receded behind them, Ryan put his arm around Kyle's shoulders.
"Isn't it a great feeling?" Ryan asked quietly.
Kyle rewarded Ryan's question with one of his very special smiles and a nod of his head.
They went at high speed for about twenty minutes. Then Ryan took the wheel, slowed the craft and told Kyle to go down to the second level and find the anchor in the bow and get ready to lower it. Kyle was so happy to be learning how to handle his job and was so glad that he had quit MacDonald’s.
Once they had anchored and the engine was shut down, Ryan sent Kyle down to the freezer for four chicken legs, telling him to meet him on the lower deck. Kyle thought it was too early to be preparing lunch but followed the captain's orders. When he got to the lower deck there were two traps sitting on the deck. Ryan told him to use a piece of wire and tie a leg inside each 'pot' as he called the traps. Kyle followed his instructions and then watched as Ryan tied a cord from each pot to the bullhorn shaped hooks on each side of the boat and then lowered the pots overboard. Ryan then took a chicken leg and tied it to another cord, which was weighted with a heavy nut and a rather large bolt. He then lowered that off the back of the craft and told Kyle to do the same with the other chicken leg.
After a short wait, Ryan pulled rapidly on the cord of the pot nearest him and quickly pulled the pot up. There were two very agitated crabs trying to escape and Ryan held the pot up for Kyle to see and said, "You had better check your pot, mate,”
Kyle pulled up his pot and found that his only held one crab but it was much larger than those caught by Ryan. They dumped the crabs into a pail and lowered the pots again. Then Ryan grabbed a net on a rather long pole and put it on the deck nearby as he began very slowly pulling up the weighted cord with the chicken attached.
As he saw the nut and bolt above the chicken leg come up through the water towards him, Ryan turned to Kyle and said "Hand me the net!" Kyle bent and scooped up the net, and quickly straightened up and handed the net to Ryan, who deftly put it down into the water below the chicken leg and pulled them both up with still another crab. Kyle was so surprised to see Ryan's agility.
"Stop staring at me and check your line, boy!" Ryan smilingly teased the bemused youth. As Kyle pulled in the line slowly he could feel the vibrations caused by a crab trying to steal the leg. When it was about 18 inches from the surface, he could barely make out the crab clinging to the leg. "Net, net!" he screamed excitedly to Ryan who laughed as he handed the boy the gaff net. Kyle was so excited he bumped the chicken leg and knocked the crab off. "Ah shit, it got away!" Kyle bemoaned wistfully as Ryan laughed....
"Don't worry about it; we all do that until we get the knack of it. Keep trying and you'll soon get it,” Ryan said encouragingly.
Ryan pulled up his pot again and Kyle followed his lead. They had each caught two more crabs on this try. They carried on crabbing for a couple of hours and by the time they’d finished they had a pail full of crabs. When Ryan announced he thought they'd crabbed for long enough, he told Kyle to stow the pots and join him at the barbecue.
By the time Kyle had got the pots and cords stowed away, Ryan had fired up the gas barbecue and was ready to begin. He put the crabs right on the grill and cooked them alive as Kyle watched in fascination; Ryan only cooked about six crabs and then put the others in the refrigerator saying he would use them to make spaghetti sauce for the evening meal.
The crabs were done shortly but Kyle had no idea how to eat them. Ryan took one for himself and gave one to Kyle, who watched how Ryan ate his and imitated Ryan's every movement to be rewarded with the wonderful sweet taste of fresh crabmeat. Ryan in turn enjoyed watching the facial expressions of this wide-eyed kid as he discovered the joys of sucking the meat out of a crab claw.
* * *
That evening, tied up again back in the marina, Ryan and his mate enjoyed a succulent supper of spaghetti with crab sauce. When they were done and had cleaned up the galley Ryan said "Its time to massage my legs, go up and get the table ready,” Kyle had a lilt in his walk as he left the galley to take care of this chore; he could remember few days in his life that had been better than his first day as first mate. Ryan soon followed and told Kyle to strip off his pants and get up on the table. Kyle obeyed eagerly. Ryan thought at last he was going to be able to feel this guy's legs – what a special treat to end a great day!
Ryan lubricated his hands and then Kyle's feet. He caressed the young man's feet as if they were the most valuable things that he owned. He had often heard that there were places on the soles of the feet that corresponded to each part of the body. So he worked each foot with all the care that he yearned to express to this god-like boy laying before him. Then he massaged each toe individually as well as the space between each of them. Ryan moved a finger in and out between each toe as if he were fucking the lad's butt. This was not lost on the man-child who was in a state of sexual ecstasy as Ryan serviced his toes sensually. Kyle hoped this moment would never end. He had never received such affectionate attention from anyone ever before and he found the experience intoxicating.
"Wow, that feels so, so good,” Kyle whispered, dreading the words that it was his turn.
But Ryan then turned his attention to his lower legs. He worked each muscle with a roller pin action, tenderizing the well-developed calves of the youth and then moved up to Kyle's thighs. Ryan worked each thigh with both hands. He then bent one leg at the hip with Kyle lying on his side. This meant that there was no natural crease at the beginning of the cheek and Ryan could go right up and massage the butt cheek without seeming to go beyond what propriety would allow. Kyle for his part was in no mood to limit the pleasurable attentions he was receiving. He became putty in Ryan's knowledgeable hands. Ryan was thrilled to be able to float his hands over this young man's inner thighs; practically allowing the back of his hand to make contact with his testicles. He knew Kyle was feeling such profound pleasure that he would be unable to protest.
"I could go higher, but I don't want you to feel obligated or that your job depended upon it,” Ryan said, toying with his prey.
"Oh man, please don't stop, it feels so good,” Kyle whimpered.
Slowly and naturally Ryan pushed his fist into Kyle's perineum – that area joining his legs behind his balls – he worked it hard, knowing that this manipulation would bring Kyle's penis fully erect and that the lad would be unable to prevent himself getting a hard on.
"Ah, damn that's soooo nice,” Kyle said, panting softly as his heart and lungs worked over-time.
Using more lubricant, Ryan pushed his hand through Kyle's thighs and took his testicles into his hand, working them like two toy balls one around the other. "Just tell me to stop, if you feel I am going too far,” Ryan said, knowing fully how that would be almost impossible for the lad to do, as he watched the swelling bulge in Kyle's white shorts that rose and fell with his ragged breathing. The boy's shorts were showing a moist patch around his swollen penis from all the pre-cum he was spewing from his cock head.
"Feels real good, hey? I'm going further unless you say the word not to,” Ryan warned, realizing as he said it that his warning would not be heeded in the heat of the moment. He then moved his hand up to the base of Kyle's penis and massaged his pubic hairs as well as the base of his dick.
"Oh God!" Kyle moaned between clenched lips as his back stiffened from the sensation at the base of his shaft.
Ryan removed his hand from between the young man's legs and said, "If you want me to continue, just lay back, lift your hips and I'll remove your shorts,”
Kyle rolled onto his back and nervously raised his hips off the massage table as Ryan reached for the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his legs revealing his wonderful young genitals. Ryan moved his head towards Kyle's crotch and just blew air over his cock head, which made the boy's shaft spasm erotically. He then moved his face down into Kyle's thighs and licked them and Kyle obliged by spreading his legs wider. Ryan kissed and licked each smooth thigh before passing his tongue over the boy's testicles. Kyle's head rolled back and forth, as he delighted in the sensations emanating from his groin.
Then Ryan sucked one ball into his mouth and played tongue and ball before he sucked the second testicle into his mouth. He then created a vacuum in his mouth and Kyle's chest heaved forward. Ryan let the balls fall from his lips but continued to lick his way up Kyle's shaft he was now a full six inches fully stiff. As Ryan moved his tongue up the under side of Kyle's penis it began to spasm and he spewed forth wads of cum as his toes curled, his muscles tensed and his body convulsed and he moaned dazedly and incoherently.
Time passed slowly as Ryan raptly watched the beautiful youth's body slowly settle as Kyle recovered from the sensory overload he'd just experienced. Finally, after several minutes, Kyle's eyes opened and he spoke: "Wow, I never imagined anything could be so great!" Kyle said gratefully, gazing at the satisfied figure of his captain.
Chapter 3
Any Port in a Storm
Ryan left Kyle resting on the massage table and went behind the wet bar to wash his hands. He returned with a towel and gently cleaned up his mate. After a few minutes Ryan spoke.
"Okay, my turn now, but don't worry, you don't have to go as far as I did,”
Kyle slowly came out of the state of euphoria he was experiencing from the sensual massage, he'd just received and started preparing his hands with lubricant and then began working on Ryan's feet. As his hands began massaging the sole of Ryan's right foot, he noticed what great shape his legs were in. He marveled that if he only looked at the captain's legs and feet, he would have no hint of the man's age. Unlike his own legs, Ryan's were covered with hairs, which compared with Kyle's downy legs made them seem more masculine.
True to Kyle's ability to learn quickly, he massaged his boss's legs with confidence and before he even got anywhere near his genitals, Ryan was fast asleep. After washing his hands, Kyle went out on the main deck for some fresh air and deeply inhaled the cool sea breeze drifting across the marina. In his mind, he recalled all the events of the day and each of them evoked a sense of well being, until he recalled the feel of Ryan's expert hands on his private parts, when he began to feel somewhat ambiguous.
While the pleasure he gave himself through his autoerotic explorations were always enjoyable, they had never reached the same intensity that he had felt earlier in the evening. On the other hand, what did that imply? Sex was never a big issue in his life; yes, he enjoyed playing with himself occasionally but he had never imagined doing it with someone of the same sex and much less an older man. It was not possible that he was homosexual; he was always uncomfortable around gay people, especially the more effeminate ones. He had never imagined or dreamt of sex with a man; come to think of it, he had never imagined having sex with anyone. His favorite image was of being taken by some anonymous being that would take his cum from him. Yes, this must be the key. It was not gay sex he enjoyed, but the fact that Ryan had taken his semen that somehow had satisfied his fantasy. That had to be why it felt so good, he mused, and relaxed, as he convinced himself that he felt no sexual attraction to his boss or to any other man.
His reverie was broken by the sound of the glass door opening, as Ryan stepped out onto the deck; he stood by Kyle looking up into the night sky.
"So how was your first day?" he inquired.
Kyle replied, "I loved every minute of it; oh, sorry, I didn't finish the massage but you were fast asleep and I didn't want to wake you,” He added apologetically.
"No matter, the goal was to relax me and you reached that goal just fine. Want to watch a movie I brought out?" Ryan asked invitingly.
Ryan asked Kyle to fix him a Black Russian, while he went to retrieve the DVD. Kyle had no idea how to mix drinks, and said so; but Ryan explained that there was a recipe book in the wet bar, as he left for his stateroom. Kyle found the book and carefully followed the recipe to make two doubles, and set them on the bar and then dimmed the lights in the main cabin, before drawing the curtains.
Kyle had just finished with the curtains when Ryan returned with his favorite movie The Torch Song Trilogy. They both got into the movie; Kyle had never seen any other movie like it and Ryan, although he had seen it many times, loved watching handsome Matthew Broderick and the wonderful love scene in the hayloft. He also noticed Kyle's tumescence during that scene.
"So what did you think of it?" Ryan asked Kyle, as he shut down the DVD player and changed the channel on the TV to watch the news on CNN.
"To be honest, I found it somewhat depressing," Kyle replied somberly.
"Oh and why was that?" Ryan said, being very much the psychologist.
"Well, the reaction of the mother was hard to take. She was so self-centered and unable to appreciate her own son's feelings. It was as if he was only supposed to feel what she felt. Damn she was a bitch; and his death – that was so unexpected. Why do people hate gays so much?" Kyle answered.
"You seem to identify with his having a cold mother. Was she in someway like your own mom?" The doctor continued to explore Kyle's mind.
"Huh?" Kyle reacted, "You trying to psyche me out?"
"Hey, just tell me to stop if you feel that I am digging too much into you,” Ryan said, retreating slightly, not wanting to scare off his prey.
"No, I don't feel that you're prying. It's just that I hadn't thought about it. My mom was somewhat of a domineering woman. She controlled or tried to control everything at home. My dad liked to drink, but she kept him in line; yet at times, I felt she cowed him. She was a powerful woman – I don't mean physically; but when she wanted something, she knew how to get it and did some impressive things. But when she turned on you ... well, I don't think she knew how others felt,” Kyle reflected out loud.
"Well, I think I’m feeling the effects of that drink you made us. Goodnight Kyle, see you in the morning,” Ryan said, turning to leave.
"Thanks captain, thanks for everything today,” Kyle said, as his skipper left the open deck.
* * *
Before turning in, Ryan turned on his PC to check his email. He saw his old friend Edwin was online from his IM Buddies list and he sent him an instant message. "All well?" was all he wrote. After a few minutes Edwin responded with. "All well, but I miss your big cock,”
Ryan had mixed feelings about the response. He always noted that his old friend never said, 'I miss you.' Thoughtfully he typed: 'I miss hugging and kissing you.' and clicked the “Enter” key.
"Me too … show me your cock, so I can remember why I loved having you penetrate my ass,” Edwin responded.
Ryan wanted so much more of Edwin than some video cyber-sex and it hurt to be asked to show himself. He wanted to be with Edwin so badly, he actually felt physical pain and because of it, could not get erect on camera and he knew that if he showed himself, Edwin would ask him to get an erection and they both would end up frustrating each other. It was a no win situation.
"Maybe next time," Ryan typed, feeling the depression that the movie evoked in him as well. So they both wished each other a good night and the cyber encounter wound up being just as frustrating any way.
* * *
Kyle laid down in one of the lounge chairs on the deck and continued to reflect on the day's events. He smiled, as he recalled letting the crab get away and the wonderful flavor of the spaghetti sauce that Ryan had prepared for dinner. Soon the cool summer night air lulled him to sleep and he dreamt of piloting the yacht across a sparkling coral blue sea with Ryan standing at his side, resting his hand on his shoulder.
Chapter 4
Water Sports
The next day Ryan drove Kyle over to the Coast Guard Center to register for the course on Navigation and boating safety. While filling out the application it came out that Kyle didn't know how to swim.
"You mean to tell me we were out boating yesterday and you were crabbing without a life jacket on and you can't swim? My God, don't you realize what could have happened if you fell in?" Ryan said baffled. He determined then and there that Kyle had to learn as soon as possible; leaving Kyle to his form-filling, Ryan stepped outside and pulling out his cell phone, he moved away from the building until his phone registered a signal and then he called an associate who lived nearby and asked if he could borrow his pool.
Mission accomplished, Ryan returned inside and joined Kyle, who was still struggling through the mass of paperwork – application form, indemnity waiver, privacy policy, Boating Safety Review, ... – it seemed endless to Kyle. Eventually, with help from Ryan, they had finished the paperwork; bought the handbook and the Boating Rules book that accompanied the course. Then as they headed back to the car, Ryan told Kyle that they were going to a friend’s to start teaching him how to swim, once they had got their swimwear from the 'Gardie'.
"But I haven't got a swimsuit!" Kyle said, shamefacedly, as he stopped in his tracks.
"Don't worry about that," said Ryan, trying hard to hide his glee at the prospect of ogling his youthful protégé; "my friend’s place is secluded and all fenced off, so we really don't have to bother and it'll save us time as well, as I needn't go and fetch mine – we can go straight there!"
Ryan was more than pleased with how things were shaping up, as they set off to his friend's house. No one was home, as it was a Monday and they were all at work or school. Ryan parked his car in the driveway and they walked around the side of the house and found the gate unlocked, as Ryan's friend had indicated he would find it. They went into the small pool house and took off their clothes. Both came out wearing their birthday suits. Ryan was delighted at this turn of events.
Ryan dove into the deep end and swam the length of the pool, so as to impress Kyle, who could see that he was a strong swimmer. When he arrived at the shallow end he called Kyle to join him in the water. Kyle stepped down onto the first step but when he felt how cool the water was, he hesitated, which was fine with Ryan, who then got more time to enjoy the sight of his beautiful naked body with the sun reflecting off his lovely golden hairs. He thought Kyle had the body of an Adonis, a young Greek god.
Kyle noticed how Ryan was staring at him, studying his body; he felt embarrassed at being naked and the center of attention and this helped him forget his fear of the water and he slowly lowered himself into the pool.
Ryan called him over to himself and got behind him and lifted him up into a floating position. Kyle immediately tensed his body.
"Just try to relax. See how easily I can keep you on the surface?" Ryan said softly, as his hand held Kyle at the base of his back. Ryan was delighting in touching this young man and getting a close-up look at his body, as he helped him stay afloat. "Now put you head back into the water until your ears go under and you will begin floating on your own,”
"You won't let go of me?" Kyle said, fearing for his life and not relaxing at all.
Ryan kept Kyle in this position a good while, savoring the sight of his body up close in the bright sunshine. Little by little, Kyle began to relax somewhat as he began to feel more secure with Ryan supporting him. After a while, Ryan gradually lowered his hand into the water and Kyle began to float on his own until he realized that Ryan had removed his hand – then he tensed up and sank below the surface!
He quickly got his footing, as they were in the shallow end, but came up coughing. Ryan got out of the water and went to the pool house, returning with a diver's mask and snorkel. He put it on Kyle and had him sit on the steps so that his head was below the waterline but he could both breath through the tube and see clearly under the water. Of course the only thing worth seeing under the water was Ryan's naked body and Kyle kept his eyes glued to the sight, which was amplified by about 15%.
Once Kyle got used to the snorkel, Ryan taught him how to expel water from it before breathing in and how to breathe over the water that remained in the curved bottom. Once he was sure that Kyle was comfortable with the diver's mask, he had him move down to the deeper end, by holding onto the sides of the pool.
At the deep end there was a ladder clamped to the pool wall and Ryan instructed Kyle to hold onto the top rung. Then he had the boy use his hands and move down the ladder to touch the bottom of the pool. At first Kyle would shimmy down and barely touch the bottom of the pool with one toe and then pull himself quickly to the surface Kyle felt like he had achieved a feat worthy of a Presidential medal for bravery. But Ryan had him repeat the exercise and had him count while his foot touched the floor of the pool. First he counted to five, then ten and later twenty-five.
Once Kyle had accomplished counting to twenty-five, Ryan, who was in the water with Kyle, told him to go down to the bottom and let go of the ladder for a second. Kyle paused to think awhile before he accepted the challenge, but eventually he did so; Ryan kept encouraging him to do it again but each time for longer and longer intervals.
After a bit, when he let go of the ladder, Kyle found his body would slowly rise up. Ryan berated him for not staying on the bottom. Kyle tried again, but as soon as he released his hand from the ladder his body began to rise. Again Ryan berated him and told him not to come up until he had counted to twenty-five and said he would go down with him. What Kyle couldn't see was that Ryan was using his hands to back paddle behind his back, to keep his body down on the bottom. Since Kyle remained still, his body floated up to the surface.
"I told you not to come up until you had counted to twenty-five! Just do it!" Ryan said, feigning anger.
"I tried but I can't,” Kyle protested.
"I am right next to you and I do it. Now you do it too,” Ryan insisted.
Kyle tried again, but just floated right up, as soon as he released the ladder, just like his prior attempt.
"You’re not trying!" Ryan asserted.
"I can't stay on the bottom; I swear," Kyle said, feeling frustrated by not being able to stay below.
"Are you sure?" Ryan asked.
"I can't; I swear I tried; but I can't,” Kyle said dejectedly.
"Good! Now you know that you can float! See even when you want to stay down, you can't. That is what I wanted you to discover. Your body floats!" Ryan declared encouragingly: "Now watch me,” Then Ryan pushed off from the ladder and remained perfectly still. First his body went below the surface and then it came back up with only the crown of his head breaking the surface.
"Did you see where I was floating? If you stay perfectly still, your body will float and you can breathe through that snorkel. Let's see you do it now,” Ryan ordered.
Within a very short while, Kyle was pushing off one side of the pool at an angle and swimming one stroke before he arrived at the head of the pool. Then Ryan had him move closer to the center of the pool and push off in the direction of the side of the pool. He was soon only taking two strokes to cross the distance. At the end of the hour Kyle was swimming across the pool. Then they got out of the water and laid in the lounge chairs, enjoying the sun, as it dried them off.
"Wow, I can't wait to tell my dad, I can swim!" Kyle said, elated and flashing Ryan one of his world-class smiles. Ryan pretended to be napping but with one eye kept studying Kyle's lithe body. After a good rest, it was back into the water to do more exercises to build up Kyle's confidence in the water.
"No one drowns because of the water, Kyle. People drown themselves when they panic. The key is to remember that your body floats and that if you just hold your breath long enough your body will come back to the surface and you can breathe again,” Ryan had Kyle roll his body into a ball shape and float along. When he needed air he would raise his head out of the water and then go back into the ball shape, clasping his legs. Because he raised his head out of the water, his body would sink lower as a reaction but would soon float back up to the surface. Ryan explained to Kyle that if he was ever out in the ocean he could last days that way.
At one point Kyle got tired and sank and he panicked. He began to flail his arms, which only moved him lower into the water. His eyes opened wide in fear, but in a flash, Ryan grabbed him from behind and pulled him to the surface. Kyle quickly turned, embracing the man who had just saved his life. The feeling of embracing naked body to body was exciting for Ryan, but poor Kyle was too scared to appreciate the moment.
After lunch, Ryan dropped Kyle at the marina and drove into his office to attend a client. Kyle went over to the machine shop to see if he could find anyone.
The shop was the size of a small warehouse with a large sliding door half-open in the front. Kyle looked in to see a middle-aged man working on an outboard motor.
"Can I help you?" The mechanic asked.
"Oh hi, I'm Kyle. I work as a deckhand on the 'Gardie.' I was wondering if I could hang out awhile here,”
"Nice to meet yah. I'm Kirk; I'm not so sure that would be a good idea,”
"It's just that the owner asked me to see if I could learn a little about maintenance. Maybe I could just help you. You don't have to pay me or anything,” Kyle said, trying to convince Kirk to let him watch.