Chapter 16. Crossing to the Pacific.
The moment we tied our first rope to the pier I looked at my watch. We officially arrived on the other side of the planet on Sunday January 27, 2019 at 8:10pm local time. In my book that meant it was time to crack open a bottle of something with alcohol and celebrate. I was happy beyond description. My passengers were not as elated, other than getting to see the entire canal.
Tonight was a celebration, we made it across Central America to the Pacific Ocean, this was the point where I felt the 2nd half of the trip truly started. A welcoming party was needed and they agreed to walk to the store with the cart. We dictated a short list to Carly then with cash in hand they climbed up the concrete wall and left for the marina store, and maybe another one further away. I was going to stay with Susan since her batteries needed close adult supervision. After Dave was up on the pier I stood on the bench and handed the cart up to him. Then Carly climbed up the steel ladder and Dave helped her to her feet and they took off with eyes searching for the marina store.
While they were gone I used a headband flashlight and a small cup to add distilled water to the eight deep cycle batteries. While Carly and Dave (C&D) were gone I used the toilet and remembered to charge all the flashlight batteries while we were on shore power.
Fifty minutes later they came back with a cart load of stuff. Carly stayed on the pier and dropped items down to Dave on the back deck, he tossed them to me and I put them on ice or in the kitchen cabinets.
They bought steaks and potatoes for the party along with butter and sour cream, so I got out the grille and had Dave hand scrub the potatoes. Carly set up the grille and poured charcoal into the chimney and lit it. On shore power we cooked the potatoes in the microwave oven and started drinking beers while the steaks were cooking. They also bought a 30 can case of Miller Lite. I opened a large can of sliced cooked carrots and warmed them in the microwave after the potatoes were done.
By the time we were done eating each of us drank four beers, it had been a very long day, we all sounded drunk. I was first up and took the plates and rinsed them in the harbor water.
After the dishes I dumped the ash and remaining charcoal chunks into the water, down in the cabin C&D were seated at the table passionately kissing, Dave had one hand up her shirt which was easy to see from across the cabin. I had one of Dave's formulas figured out now: beer x4+dinner/breasts x2=Carly happy (and when Carly was happy Dave had achieved success in life).
I sat across from them while they made out, he moved his hand from one breast to the other. They seemed to enjoy me watching their performance. Eventually he lifted her shirt and gently licked and teased her fully erect red nipples (now the same color as her lips) while I sipped my beer and silently watched the show. At first it felt awkward but my dick betrayed me and got hard and it beat anything on cable-TV!
Her nipples got so red and erect I thought they'd burst like a balloon, she leaned her head back eyes closed, and moaned softly with her hands trying to guide his direct his energy. It appeared he really didn't understand what specific titty attention she liked and didn't.
I've seen this before where people in a relationship could not train their mate precisely what to do to maximize their pleasure.
When they took a break from deep tongue kissing I smiled and suggested we take bucket showers in the darkness of the back deck since we were all gross and smelly. Carly asked how that was done (she was still breathing a little fast following their performance) with a tone in her voice like the concept scared her.
"Plastic bucket on a rope. On the far back corner of the deck there's a shower floor molded into the gangway. It looks like we're all alone out here and its very dark outside. We'd strip and stand on that spot while someone pours water on you and the others wash you from head to toe, you wash your face and hair. Then we rinse, then a slow rinse with bottled water while we hand squeegee the salt off your skin, head to toe. Then you towel off and we switch positions and do it again. Lather, rinse, repeat!"
They looked at each other and smiled and she said, "Sure! Let's go for it!" We slid off the dinette bench seats and got out our bathing stuff. I grabbed the bucket with a short length of rope tied to the handle and set it on the back deck with three 16-ounce bottles of drinking water, and the soap pump. I was kind of surprised she agreed to do it.
Dave asked, "Who goes first?"
"Any volunteers?" I asked. Carly volunteered to go first when she saw how dark it was outside.
She stripped on the back deck and with a bath towel around her upper body that barely covered her girl-squirrel parts we all went outside and I showed them the edges of the shower floor and how it drained into the ocean. We got everything ready and Dave pulled up a bucket of water with nothing floating in it, Carly held onto the sun shower pole in the very corner. It was very dark outside with no nearby lights or people, just the risk for an occasional freighter crawling by about 800 feet away.
Dave gently poured some water to wet her and she started soaping and washing her hair and face while he did her below the neck, she also did her arms, hands, and face. Dave washed her front side down to her toes, I washed her back side and barely did her butt. Moments later I saw her scrub her crack with her right hand.
After the scrub he carefully/slowly poured the rest of the water on the top of her head and all over her shoulders to rinse her off down to her toes. We checked her closely then Dave opened a bottle and slowly poured it on her hair and we hand squeegeed the salt residue off her body so she didn't get the itch later on. Total time took about twelve minutes.
I must confess that when I planned what to bring on this trip I never imagined the 16 ounce water bottles would be used as part of the bathing routine.
Next was Dave's turn. The process was the same except I poured but she washed his front side, I did the back. He got the rinse and drinking water after-rinse too. By that time Carly was dry and warmed back up. The wash turned him on, his penis stuck out like the flag pole beside the front doors at the public library. That was when I actually saw his dick was very long but not very big around. I was going to compliment him but didn't.
"Wow, nice boner!" Those words stayed safely inside my head.
I filled the bucket off the other side of the back deck and set it by my feet and Dave poured then washed my entire front side. He carefully scrubbed my boy parts and of course I got hard too, they hand washed me down to my toes but he re-did my butt crack and scrubbed there forcefully like I did his. Then came the rinse and the after-rinse and I sat with them in the dark on the back deck to warm up, Dave and I were still hard. Carly said, "Looks like you two enjoyed bath time." We chuckled. He stood and stretched his body, cracked his back and his neck.
I'm not sure where the boldness came from but in front of his wife I asked, "Dave, may I look at that?" I said pointing at his erect penis.
He never answered but turned to face me and stepped closer with his hands still behind his head as he stretched his joints a couple more seconds then relaxed and dropped his arms to his side.
"That's an amazing dick, it's extremely long, I don't think I ever saw one that long before." His reply surprised me.
"It's not fun, I wish it was half as long. When you fuck a girl with a dick that long it punches her cervix and that hurts." Then he said if he pushed all the way in a vagina the head can poke through the cervix into the uterus and when he came he'd spurt semen onto the egg, making it more likely to end in pregnancy and can cause infections too. He concluded his rebuttal by saying, "Amazing? Maybe in the locker room, not so much in bed with a woman you love." I loved that comment and his insight.
He stood near me with his boner sticking straight out at me and Carly was behind him watching his butt cheeks wiggle while he spoke with hand gestures. He talked about his pecker as if it belonged to someone else, like it was a separate entity that grew on his body.
I pointed at it and asked, "You mind?" He mumbled, "Whatever."
I gently gripped it with my right hand and slid it end to end while he stood still looking down at me holding his long boner. I stroked it end to end a few times then let go and cupped his nut sack and gently felt the hairs and the size of his balls which were unusually large too, bigger than mine.
I leaned over to look at Carly and asked her, "Is this okay with you?"
She laughed and said, "Living near that is like living near the Grand Canyon; everyone wants to see it. I get out of the way and let them enjoy the view." Then she tapped Dave on the back and told him to warn me. "Oh yeah," He started his warning. "I'm a shooter, I can't control it."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means when I orgasm a lot comes out and it goes kinda far too."
"Oh." I said then wondered how looking at it suddenly became orgasming. I guess she assumed one thing would lead to another, which lead me to believe at this point I was able to do pretty much whatever I wanted with his dick in my hand, so I did.
As if rehearsed she stood up and went in the cabin, through the door I saw one light go out and then she climbed onto the top bunk and shut off the other one.
I kept slowly stroking his dick but noticed the head was getting slick. With my other hand I rubbed his tummy and tried to poke a finger into his belly button but it wouldn't fit, then I slid up to his chest and rubbed his tits and gently pinched and stretched them like she did.
I kept my other hand wrapped around his schlong and stopped stroking it and started sliding my thumb across his head which made his entire body twitch when I hit `the magic spot,' he made sounds with his mouth like he was getting little electrical shocks. The head got really slick, Dave mumbled he was getting close so I aimed it to the side a little and watched as it shot a few ropes out onto the deck, his entire body flinched with each shot, he grunted through clenched teeth. After the last spurt I leaned forward and took it in my mouth to taste him. I always felt you never truly knew a man until you tasted his flesh and his seed.
Dave gripped my head and that thing went further down my throat than any dick ever had in my life. When it went as far as I could take my nose was still not touching his belly, which was impressive. We stayed in that position with his boner in my mouth for the longest time, I tasted single drops of semen as he very slowly deflated. He stood close in front of me leaning his lower belly into my face and I sat on the edge of the cushion leaning back into him with my eyes closed enjoying the feeling of dick in my mouth. Boner is my second favorite food in the world.
Eventually he shrunk enough and stepped back and said he needed to pee, so he stepped beside me, up onto the bench and pissed over the side (facing out towards the bay), I turned and watched the show.
While he peed I thought about having him inside my mouth and part way down my throat. It seemed the secret to not gagging was to relax and allow it to follow the curve in the back of my mouth and I did it without gagging. And I have a hyperactive gag spot, so the trick really was relaxing my throat and brain.
When he was done pissing in the bay he stepped back onto the deck and asked if he should clean up the deck, I told him to leave it. He sat beside me, our legs touched. He leaned into me and I put my arm over his shoulder and tweaked his tit and we sat there in silence like two long time friends that finally got intimate.
After a few minutes of intimate embracing he reached over and grabbed mine, half hard and rubbed the head like I did to his. Mine inflated quickly then he started stroking it. I leaned back against the cushions while he sat forward and stroked mine.
Like him, my body contorted and twitched as he slid his thumb side to side across my slick dick head and sometimes he'd grip it firmly and stroke it end to end.
I straightened out my body like a stiff board, heels on the deck, shoulders against the backrest cushions, my dick stuck straight up in the air and within 90 seconds I spurted two lines across my belly then dripped for about fifteen seconds as the pleasure wore off and Dave got up, turned around (still naked) and leaned way far over the side to rinse his hand in the water. For a moment I thought he was going to slip off the boat but he did it exactly right. Never let go of the railing!
He stood back up and shook the water off his hand, the scene was lit only by a little ambient light from the distant city and the stars in the sky. He watched me try to pick up some of my semen with my fingers and stick it in my mouth. Then he got on his knees and used one finger to grab some and stuck his finger in my mouth, I licked it off like it was a dick.
I must say, even as non-sexual as it was, having someone else put their finger in your mouth was rather intimate, someone helping scoop up your semen and putting it in your mouth was also very intimate. This was another first for me and I'd say it changed how I felt about Dave, like we crossed two lines tonight.
When I stood up we hugged for about half a minute then decided to go to bed. He went first, he ducked and went down the stairs and I was close behind. In the dark he found his shorts and slipped them on, Carly was already asleep.
While he stepped into his shorts I reached over and slid my hand down his back and across one side of his butt, then I went to bed.
I climbed into bed (naked) on my back but heard Dave walk in my cabin, he leaned over and lightly kissed my forehead and whispered, `good night' and left. I rolled on my side, pulled the other pillow up and hugged it and closed my eyes.
Monday January 28, 2019. Day #14.
The next morning was like all the others except they walked back to the marina early with all our laundry and did four loads at one time, which was everything we had. It included all the bedding and most of my clothes. She boasted the last time they had all clean clothes was back in Mendoza.
Carly told me that the migrant farmers they got to know in Mendoza washed their clothes by stripping naked in the river and washed their clothes with a bar of soap then they washed themselves. Sometimes, someone with a razor would give free shaves but everyone got nicked and the straight razor hurt. She said it was like they were stuck in the early 1800s but for most of them it was the only life they knew. They attended church and helped their fellow farm nomads, it was a somewhat tightly knit group. They followed the harvest and the weather all over southern South America. She said all of them were a mix of Inca and Spanish DNA and most of them were very short, most men were under 5'4".
While they were gone I washed our dishes in the marina bathroom and cleaned up the cabin. I noticed they also got bottles of Mexican rum and gin during their shopping trip last night but never opened them.
Moments after they returned with all the laundry I checked the batteries, they were all at 89% and were still making bubbles but the smell was nearly gone and they cooled off a lot.
I made us lunch which was diced chicken breast added to chicken noodle soup, thick cold cut sandwiches on white bread with mayo, lettuce, sliced onions, with packets of Italian dressing and mustard to drizzle on if desired.
Carly felt/looked miserable in the heat and humidity, we sat at the dinette table even with the fan blowing on us from the kitchen counter it was still muggy, the guys did not wear shirts but she had her T-shirt on and Dave kept whispering to her to take it off, be like the guys.
We got out the cards and Dave started the shuffle and deal. I asked what their plans were about heading back to land and she said she wanted to hear more about the trip from here to my next port.
While we were crossing the canal I told her about northern Panama and how wild it was known to be. I'd read up a lot on Panama before I left Florida so I told her about all the disappearances and the stories of cannibalism, poisoned tip arrows, and people that simply vanished. It seemed they were considering staying with me to my first stop which was the port city of Quepos, Costa Rica. We talked about it for a while and they decided to go on the back deck and discuss it in private.
While they were gone I got a cheap washcloth from the bathroom and wet it with melt water from the ice chest and when they came back inside I handed it to her to wipe herself and cool off a little. Dave kept encouraging her to take her shirt off.
"Why don't you just take it off, it's gotta be cooler without a shirt?"
She smiled and said, "Really? You just like my tits!" He leaned in and gently hugged her as if to offer reassurance but reminded her that breasts were there to feed babies and tease men, so let nature take its course! As he said that he gently lifted the bottom of her shirt again to fully expose her breasts to all of us, her face and ears turned red.
They slid off the bench and stood by the bunks, with her back turned she pulled the shirt off over her head, he kissed her again. Then they came back to the dinette while I shuffled the cards and kept my eyes focused on my hands. There was a small light on above the kitchen counter and a dual power light above the dinette table. He slid back on the bench all the way in then she sat down and leaned forward with her arms folded on the table to hide her chest.
I dealt the cards for our first hand of Topless Blackjack.
She picked up her cards, I kept my eyes on mine but got little glances over at her. Her nipples stuck out (and up) like two pencil erasers, it made me wonder if she ever had a child. Her nipples sort of looked like they'd been used for breast feeding at least once, but I was afraid to ask.
I'm sure it was my presence that caused her discomfort about playing cards with no shirt on. I didn't know what she thought was going to happen with me there.
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Topless Cards continued for two hours. I stopped at 9pm, took the flashlight and checked the batteries, they were up to 91% and the fluid level in the cells was fine, little bubbles could be seen rising and they had a slight sulfur acid smell.
That evening we had fun, drank irresponsibly, and told stories about our lives, they were surprised to learn I was sort of running away from organized crime in Miami. I even told them the story of my great grandfather and the Leopold and Loeb trial in Chicago a hundred years ago, the Trial of the Century. They'd never heard the tragic story of Leopold and Loeb or any other famous trial my great grandfather won. During my story Carly got out the bottle of rum and poured two cups for them, I declined the offer but opened another beer instead.
They spoke about how their grandparents got rich selling specialty timber around the world, right place, right time, and a few ounces of luck.
I told them more about my Miami case and the civil rights violations. I also talked a little about my childhood, but they looked like they struggled to pay attention so I stopped talking mid-sentence but they never reacted.
We played cards for about 90 more minutes but I couldn't stop glancing at all the bare chests around the table. I wished Dave and Carly could swap nips, he'd look so hot with huge nips, somehow they would compliment his eyes, and the gentle features of his plump boyish face, and his doe eyes caused by his droopy lower eye lids.
When you looked closely and the proportions of Dave's face it kind of looked like he was pieced together out of a box of spare parts.
We stopped trying to stay awake at 10pm and went to bed. By then Carly acted like she didn't realize she was naked above the waist any more. I had a great time and we all laughed a lot during our stories. It seemed the three of us got more comfortable around each other.
Tuesday January 29, 2019. Day #15.
The next morning at 6am the first thing I did was to check the batteries and their fluid levels. They were all at 98% and all cells had good levels of electrolyte. I kept them loosely capped during this huge charge cycle.
This morning I actually remembered to offer them black coffee but they both declined. Powdered creamer was one thing I never packed for the trip.
Carly used the sat phone to call her grandmother. Dave and I discussed my route up the west coast in detail but he seemed like they wanted to stick to their plan of hitching their way up the coast as planned. I showed him my Central America maps and the few roads that crossed from Panama to Costa Rica. The main paved road to Costa Rica was on this side of the isthmus, that was the southern end of the Pan American Highway (which wasn't really a highway compared to US standards). In most of Central America it looked more like a poorly maintained street in rural American. The highway ended a little south of Panama City after it crossed the canal nearby on an older steel truss bridge.
From canned food I made us sandwiches for breakfast and powdered drink flavorings instead of plain cold water. While we ate we wrote a shopping list for today.
When we talked about crossing borders Dave admitted he didn't have a good idea of which country sat where.
"I memorized that last fall. I used the letters: PC-NEG to help me remember the sequence up the west coast."
"Huh?" Dave replied with bewildered eyebrows.
""PC-NEG: Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, El Salvador, Guatemala, PC-NEG. I didn't add an M for Mexico because I don't need help remembering it!"
Dave was impressed that I came up with a tool to memorize something so simple. I told him I used tricks like that to memorize things for school. I had a hundred of them in my brain and had to fight the urge to start repeating them. Dave got a look on his face I couldn't decode, but he stared in my eyes for a few seconds with a smile like he was having a focal seizure. I sort of ignored it but the thought crossed my mind that maybe he was flirting and didn't realize it.
At 11am they walked to the marina and got two bags of ice and two cases of cold beer, three huge orders of French fries, and three big half-pound burgers. We ate outside on the back deck in the cooling breeze off Panama Bay.
I took photos (and video) of them sitting side by side near the helm with big smiles on their faces as they feasted on yummy fried food. But as of right now I still didn't know what their plans were. I told them I planned on leaving for Costa Rica tomorrow morning early, they were welcome to ride along if they wanted. They glanced at each other then she gestured for Dave to follow her, they went down into the cabin to talk business as heavy rain arrived and poured down around us. I finished my burger and picked at the mountain of fries while they were inside having a business meeting.
Ten minutes later they came back on deck and said they'd like to ride with me to Costa Rica but then they're staying on land. Everyone seemed happy and we opened beers and finished our food and the mountain of fries, she used my phone again to call home to update grandma about sailing to Costa Rica and go back to hitchhiking after that. While she talked to her grandmother I nuked their burgers and fries.
I've done a lot of weird things in my life but walking away from a half eaten hamburger ain't one of `em.
After her phone call I argued with Carly that there was no difference in them working to earn money to take a bus into Bolivia or riding along with me, but her argument was the bus was on land but the sailboat circumvented land and people. I guess meeting people and seeing new animals and plants was a big part of what attracted them to taking their long trips. I didn't want to freak her out about how dangerous some of the places they were soon to cross could get, but they crossed Columbia without any problems and it used to be more dangerous than Seattle. I was going to tell her that sailing along the coast was carbon neutral but I didn't want to upset her with facts.
After the sun went down we stayed outside on the back deck and talked and drank. I had beers and they sipped rum mixed with Coke on ice. We opened the bag of pretzel rods they got and passed them around.
Way above the locks we saw lightning flash from clouds to trees up in the hills. It was an amazing show but too far to hear the thunder. Panama City was a huge metropolis but didn't extend all the way to the canal, we could barely see it through the haze and all the other boats around the marina. All around us on one side were the city lights from the enormous metro area, it was much bigger than I expected. In other direction the world was totally black, that was Panama Bay and beyond that the vast Pacific Ocean. It's hard to contemplate the vast size of the Pacific.
Back when Ferdinand Magellan first mapped the waterway that crossed between the oceans (November, 1520) according to his map after you sailed onto the Pacific at the west coast of South America, Indonesia was only a few weeks away. His maps were wrong by a few thousand miles!
Carly wondered why the Panama City didn't come all the way over to the canal, and I said that if the lock doors broke the torrent of water would wash away all signs of life as the lake drained, she said, "Oh." I told her when the city was established hundreds of years ago it was probably where the Chagres River met the sea because it was their only source of fresh water.
I told her about the old city ruins from hundreds of years ago scattered around the city. I told them most of the Caribbean islands had old ruins from the days when the Caribbean was a giant sugar cane growing and processing factory for Europe. That was probably how and why slavery got started, but the islands were populated by black skinned humans long before Europeans arrived.
I told her Africans sailed across the Atlantic and settled most lands long before Europeans invented boat building and navigation. Then I told her that contrary to what they learned in US History the areas we now call Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi were populated by black skinned people and brown skinned Indians long before Europeans arrived and discovered it for themselves. When the Dutch arrived with weapons and African slaves they enslaved the local black skinned people too, so only a percentage of black skinned people in America today are descended from Africans.
When we heard talk of reparations for American Descendants of Slavery only a small percentage of blacks in the USA today can actually prove descendance from Africa.
We talked about genetic history, she said she was Spanish and French, David said he was Scottish and British, I told them I was Navajo and Irish. Dave said he could see it in my face, the Navajo, he said I could almost pass for Hispanic. I told them my grandmother was Arizona Navajo but she died before I was born.
She changed the subject to early sex experimentation, Dave told us how he discovered orgasms by himself then shared his exciting new discovery with Carly right away in 7th grade then they took turns doing it to him, but he got blisters and they had to stop. He looked it up on Yahoo and learned what they discovered had a name, they watched videos online which lead to the discovery of sex videos and porn. Carly said that's when she had an older girlfriend in high school that taught her how to masturbate to orgasm and how to properly do oral sex to a woman, then she taught Dave. Dave stood up and bowed as if to applause. We all laughed and raised our glasses to toast his properly trained tongue.
"To our best friends, who know the worst about us but refuse to believe it!" We clinked our cups and laughed at my toast.
"To my skilled young friend, who knows me intimately but likes me just the same." She declared and we clinked again.
Then Dave raised his glass and looked at us with a smile, "We know each other only by our senses, but feel the goodness in each of us with our hearts and our tongues. God Bless us all." He sat down then remembered to clink our cups. We all chuckled.
After a long moment of awkward silence I decided to compliment Carly on her breasts even though we were all dressed, I asked if she had ever been pregnant because of how hers stuck out like pencil erasers.
"All of us got `em." She proudly proclaimed about the women in her family. "All the women in my family have ones that stuck out even if we never had kids."
"My compliments, you should be proud, regardless."
Carly replied with a comment that she should lose some weight, I told her, "Welcome to America." We all chuckled.
She pointed at me and said I had large tits for a guy and mine looked nice too. I thanked her but felt embarrassed briefly. I think most men felt some animosity towards other men with large nips.
Dave went below and came back with an ice cold beer (chaser) and his other rum bottle. They passed it back and forth and shook their heads after each sip. I opened another cold beer.
I asked them about high school, their favorite subjects. Dave immediately said, "Going home at 3:05pm." We laughed. Then she sat there staring off in the distance then said her favorite was world history. I told her my favorite was math and Spanish. I took four years of Spanish, and another year of professional Spanish at UCLA. They had nothing to say after I said: UCLA.
Somehow we got to talking about wine and I told them as far as I knew you could grow wine grapes in almost every state in the USA, except maybe not Alaska, but I wasn't sure. He said the soil was the single biggest factory in growing good wine grapes. While we talked about soil I asked if either of them bad been to the Channeled Scablands in eastern Washington but they both said they never heard of it. I let the subject drop.
Over time we all started yawning and got into underwear and went to bed.
While we were going to bed a thought crossed my mind just then, their names, their initials, CC and DD, how odd that they both had initials like that, then it came to me, C's and D's like that was the best grades they made in high school. I nearly laughed but it fit.
Carly was first to pee and first to bed, then Dave, then me. While I was in the bathroom pissing in the toilet Dave opened the door and pressing his lips to my ear and whispered that Carly had cancer surgery three years ago, all her baby making parts except one ovary were gone, that's why he can't fuck her, she had no vagina but luckily she can still orgasm.
I was surprised when he said that and turned quickly went to bed. As I crossed the cabin floor Dave was leaned over starting to slide onto the lower bunk, I ran my hand across his back and softly patted his flesh as if to say `thanks.' I climbed onto the V-bunk and struggled to not get emotional. That was the first night I didn't check that the knife was within reach. As I closed my eyes I remembered her comment about Dave fucking her like a fifteen year old boy too, then it occurred to me she admitted that she took him in the ass. I think I think that kind of sex was a lot more common with hetero couples than anyone would think. And butt sex was nothing new, it's been done since caveman days, even animals did it.
Wednesday January 30, 2019. Day #16.
The next morning at 7:45am (after I closely inspected all the ship systems and C&D were up and ready) we left Naos Island and sailed south (the opposite direction we wanted to go) to travel around their huge peninsula. Nine hours later we were ten miles beyond the end of the peninsula and two miles beyond the shoals and slowly started to make the big turn to the northwest. That day Dave played captain during the daylight hours.
We'd have almost four days at sea, nearly 600 miles to Costa Rica at the commercial port and marina at the town of Quepos. We would buy provisions there, charge the batteries (if needed), top-off the diesel tank (if needed), buy a lot of water, and sleep. He reminded me they would leave me there and I asked if they would stay long enough to shop for me in town, then they could go, they agreed.
Even with my sea log I lost track of the date, I had to check the GPS from time to time to see where we were and what day it was. I think it's been three weeks since I left Florida. I didn't know or care how far it was to California.
Panama really messed with my head because everything sat different than my brain told me. I could not get the idea out of my head that the canal sat east-west so everything my internal compass told me about which way to steer was wrong during the entire crossing, it was like learning to fly a plane with all the windows covered. My brain could not grasp that Colon was further east then Charleston, South Carolina, my brain kept telling me Colon was straight south of El Paso.
After we rounded the peninsula and finished the big turn towards Hawaii the sense of being disoriented finally went away, I kept those thoughts to myself. D&C seemed to not care what direction we were headed, but I think they preferred to sail within sight of land, as if being out at sea disconnected them from the world they knew. Out at sea there were no `rain forests' to fret over.
As the coast of Panama moved further away it felt once again like we were all alone in the world. We went for hours sometimes not speaking. Carly kept a diary too, she spent a lot of time on the back deck by me working on her notes. Dave seemed mad when I told him there weren't any games on my laptop, not even Solitaire.
During one of our conversations I told them I had autism but both of them wanted a plain English explanation what it meant. One of the things Aspies were known for was talking too much, so I was more than willing to fill their request.
My `inner professor' took control of my mouth.
"Everybody with autism is different but there are things they all have in common. Recent research suggests autism is caused by microscopic malformations in the brain where the sensory nerves attached to the brain. These malformations seemed to amplify certain senses which could then become overwhelming, colors looked brighter and usually incorrect, sound could be painfully loud, touch could be super intense and painful, same with taste. That's why many autistics liked to eat the same food, day after day for months on end, after they found a food that agreed with their exaggerated sense of taste, texture, and mouth feel. Some avoided eye contact after they learned as babies that eye contact encouraged painful: touch, interaction, and sound."
"Movies in the theater had too much motion and were too loud for me, the colors too strong, it's just too much sensory input, sometimes movies made me cry, so I finally stopped going. Autistics can be physically awkward. Playing sports like dribbling and shooting a basketball, hitting a baseball, knocking a volleyball, and catching a ball may be impossible due to poor hand to eye coordination." I took in a deep breath then continued.
"Some of us have weird physical things we do to burn off energy and produce a feeling of comfort, often you see Aspies do weird things with their hands, arms, and legs." Carly suddenly interrupted me, "Yes, I told you so." She said and gently slapped Dave's arm. We saw you did that thing with your fingers like you were grinding your thumbs across your fingers but you hide it."Carly noted with a smile.
"Yes, I'm glad you noticed." Then I continued with my mini lecture, "We tended to be very literal in our thinking and understanding which made humor difficult for us to understand. When I watched TV it made little sense to me because TV relied on having a common cultural background that I lacked because I got a different message watching the same TV shows. At the theater watching a comedy movie I would be the only one to laugh at the physical gags, but seldom at the verbal jokes. That's why the Three Stooges appealed to me as a kid because they used mostly visual humor."
"A good summary would be that people with autism understood the world exactly as it appeared, we seldom read between the lines or caught onto metaphor and innuendo. We have ultra sensitive senses that we cannot control, and are usually awkward and have unusual interests in uncommon things, like huge collections of rocks or photos of black cars. We're usually pretty smart about a narrow range of things, and all of us are very different."
Carly asked me if I had any collections and I told her I collected rocks as a child, I had a photographic memory, and could memorize anything printed on paper and visualize it years later. She asked if I was likely to remember images our deck showers forever and I said yes, but they would fade over time.
"Before I forget, did you ever see the HBO series called `Dead like Me?'"
Dave chimed in, "I loved that show."
"Well when you make it back home if you get the chance to watch the very first episode, that's the one where she got killed by the Russian space toilet, watch the ending credits, the credit for legal council will be my employer, if you want to look me up sometime, I'd love to hear from you two."
"Cool, will do." They both nodded yes. I told her I wanted to buy their first book and have them autograph it too. They both laughed at the idea.
A moment later Carly stood up and announced she had a private matter to take care of and she went below.
Dave and I sat on the back deck not speaking, I was first to break the silence.
"You really love her don't you?" I asked.
"Carly? Oh yeah, she's the best friend I ever had, we've known each other since we were little kids. She was quite the tomboy, we adopted each other in third grade, blood brothers. I promised I'd be her friend for the rest of my life."
"Wow, that's cool. You two seem very compatible."
"We have our disagreements but we made each other our goal in life. I don't think either family understands that, or they think it's stupid."
"Exactly what does that mean?"
"It means my purpose in life is her, I take care of her and do things for her, I make her happy and make sure she's okay. She'll say almost the same thing about me."
"Dave, I'm jealous. I've never had a friend like that, my last boyfriend came the closest to being that compatible, and he never seemed to be bothered by autism. But it was not a good time for him to be in any relationship, his dad had just died a slow dramatic death and he was trapped by a family business."
Dave mumbled something very personal, "I don't know how much longer our families are going to finance our adventures, none of `em will talk about it. I see some very hard times coming for both of us."
"Hmmm, that's sad. I hope it works out okay, you two seem so good together, I'd hate to see you grow apart."
"Yeah, I don't usually talk about it. People think being born to a wealthy family makes life super easy but all it does is create new problems most people can't even imagine."
"Yep, my family had money too and I paid the price because of it. I went to private schools in a limo most of the time and was raised by servants and a nanny."
Carly came back up on deck and sat beside Dave, he put his arm around her and she sunk down a little and snuggled against him, he kissed the side of her face a few times while we talked about life and even supernatural stuff.
I told them I didn't believe flying saucers came from outer space, they were built right here on earth, they both believed in Big Foot, I told them I had a picture of Big Foot. Saying that usually ended any conversation on the subject, or that you watched the movie Harry and the Hendersons and liked it.
They dragged the captain's bunk mattress up on the back deck again. She slept outside near me while I stayed at the helm and set the alarm to go off in four hours, checked our course and leaned back, kicked up my legs and closed my eyes too. At 7mph not too much would go wrong this far from land.
We also noticed that the further we got from land and Panama the muggy air seemed to dissipate and it felt much nicer now. On day #16 at 3pm the best place to be was in the shade on the back deck.
Thursday January 31, 2019. Day #17.
Carly woke up just before 3am and offered to pilot while I napped, so I stretched out again in back and slept while she drove and worked on her diary with a flashlight. She let me sleep to 9am, which was when Dave joined the day too. She said sometimes he really needed to sleep-in or he'd get moody or depressed.
We were twelve hours on the Pacific Ocean now and still had a couple course changes to make but none of them today. The curve we took to go around the peninsula was wide because there was a group of shoals near land we had to avoid. Some of them would be just underwater at high tide.
Carly ended up spending most of the day at the helm, I made us a huge lunch around 2pm of pan fried spam, canned fried onions, mustard (because it doesn't need to be refrigerated all the time), and canned green beans. We ate on paper plates with plastic spoons, Dave broke his spoon trying to cut his Spam slices. He said he actually liked the way they tasted, he'd always been afraid to try it because of the name. I told him Spam was very popular in Hawaii, a local dish called Loco Moco and another called Spam Musubi.
After lunch I hand scrubbed the pan over the side in the ocean water but you gotta be really careful not to drop it! When I washed pots and pans I always tied a rope to the handle just in case.
While I was cleaning the kitchen Dave came below and asked if I needed any help, so I asked him to help me re-arrange all the cases of food to get them further away from the captain's bunk. We found spots scattered around the entire ship. Some went on the floor under the dinette table, at the base of my bunk, in the corner at the bow-end of the sofa, under the sink, and under the captain's cubby desk. That gave me much more room around the battery compartment and made it easier to slide the mattress outside. It was actually a big accomplishment. We also scattered our collection of drinking water bottles. I could probably store some of them below deck, but I was too afraid putting water down there would induce bad karma. Dave laughed when I admitted that to him.
We spent the rest of the daylight hours in shorts on the back deck trying to catch a fish, but never caught anything except sunshine and fresh air. Dave spoke a lot about his high school career.
I took over the helm again when the sun was a few feet above the western horizon. We all sat on the back deck and watched a beautiful yellow, purple, and red sunset. They went to bed early, I was at the helm all night but tried to sleep every other hour. The sky was clear and the stars super bright. The winds held steady, we did 8-10mph all night.
Friday February 1, 2019. Day #18.
Like yesterday Carly was first up and she took over for me, Dave appeared at 9:35am. We had all changed into shorts and a T-shirt. The sun was warm enough that by 11am Dave and I were shirtless, Carly greased both of us with SPF-30.
Just to experiment after she was done lubing our skin and went into the cabin I took the tube and put some on my fingers and grabbed his shoulder and re-applied it to his chest, doing slow circles around his tits. Dave stood there and watched my fingers move across his chest but had nothing to say, just a smile. I forgot to look if he got turned on a little. I should have just gently patted his crotch to check for bonage.
At 1pm Carly said she'd like to cook lunch for us, Dave and I fished for two hours but caught nothing, but it was fun casting and talking. I had no idea what kind of fish lived in the Pacific, and I realized this was my first time on the Pacific, even though I was born in California.
That afternoon I remembered the sewage tank and went on the gangway and lay down, reached over the side, and unscrewed the cap, then screwed it on the cap holder and carefully let go. Then I went into the bathroom and opened the valve and drained the sewage tank. On the back deck Carly yelled that something really stinky just floated past the boat.
I got buckets of sea water and carefully poured them down the sink drain then closed the valve and replaced the cap and the job was done. I actually forgot about that since before I arrived in Colon, so I bet it was nearly full with three people using the toilet. By 10am the skies were overcast and rain was at the edge of the radar screen.
After lunch we sailed into rain and the seas got taller. We had to make everything in the cabin secure and latch all the hatches and keep the cabin door latched shut, but we all stayed on the back deck and rode the waves. Our speed had increased to 18mph for several hours which was when I lowered the other two side panels which completely closed off the back deck. Once again it was like riding a wooden roller coaster in a bad storm.
"So what do you think your next trip might be?" I sort of asked loud enough that either one of them could answer, Carly spoke first.
"It's really a family decision, we have a list of possible hikes, but we don't want to take any of the really risky ones like Kilimanjaro or the ones that crossed Africa. There's several popular walkin' trails in New Zealand and Ireland, and there's a new trail to Ayres Rock, they're two hundred miles across the outback. The single longest trail on the planet is the Silk Road Trail from Tibet to Egypt, but there's a lot of danger on that one because it crossed Iran and Afghanistan. The neat thing about it is the history you passed through, it truly was the cradle of civilization, it predates the Egyptians, if you drew a line from Delhi, India to Baghdad, Iraq you'd cross lands where people built mud brick walled cities thousands of years before the pyramids, but nobody knows about them really except some Russian archaeologists."
Then Dave added in a fake southern accent, "We could do the Forrest Gump Run from Santa Monica Pier to Bayou La Batre, but people say you're stupid fer doin' it."
That afternoon Dave and I did a complete inventory of food supplies on board, we had more than I thought.
2 cases of canned tuna (64 cans)
2 cases of canned salmon (64 cans)
2 cases of Spam (24 cans)
6 cases of canned vegetables and other meats including wieners, corned beef, and mini sausages. (72 cans)
24 hard boiled eggs
One gallon of powdered drink mix.
Five gallons of powdered eggs.
Four pounds of roasted coffee beans.
Ten bags of beef jerky.
Five bottles of salad dressing.
Two jars of peanut butter.
Five jars of pasta sauce and four large bags of pasta in different shapes.
30 gallons of water
We were out of beer and would run out of ice overnight tonight. We ran out of fresh veggies yesterday.
We had a box of condiment packs like Cholula, Tabasco, ketchup, mustard, horseradish, and about every type of spice or seasoning that came in tear-open packets. We had ten cans of beef stew and ten of Ravioli. And I had four types of MREs too, about thirty of those and heaters for each one.
I had one case of canned fruit (18 cans), and two cases of Trader Joes Merlot wine (24 bottles). I had thirty rolls of toilet paper and about every type of OTC pain pill and stomach pill you could buy.
We had three pounds of powdered milk, a pound of sugar, and a box of kosher salt that I completely forgot about.
But I was able to come up with a shopping list for Quepos: thirty pounds of ice, beer, bananas, tortillas, olive oil, vinegar, lettuce, onion, ground sirloin and chicken parts (I never buy pork in Mexico). I wanted more SPF 30 sun block, and I was having cravings for a burger and fries again. I loved tacos but seldom had dreams about them, but I was having burger dreams ever since this trip started.
According to the GPS we should arrive in Quepos about 1pm tomorrow. After this storm ended we'd slow down to around 11mph and that would slow our arrival.
I took some time that afternoon lying on the back deck, half hanging over the side with a bar of soap and the razor to shave my face, which was tricky if you suddenly had to do it without a mirror, so Dave played captain and Carly coached my shaving work. I think the best trick was to divide your face into sections and shave one section, double check with your finger tips or even with the edge of a plastic card to listen for stubble.
That evening we unsuccessfully fished again, but we had nice conversation anyway. Actually, to speak correctly, we fished successfully but failed to catch anything. Carly said she thought we were doing something wrong, like wrong lure or wrong depth. And she said we should wait for signs above water there were fish below us.
After they learned I was an attorney they asked me lots of innocent legal questions, we discussed capital punishment too. It's always interesting to hear people talk about killing humans and when it's okay or not, it's a good topic for incorporating God, morality, and human rights.
Carly asked if a child could get away with murdering a parent but I told her it was a myth most children believed they were too young to go to prison, I told her almost every state had prison facilities for kids, you were really never too young to go to prison, except a few rare cases when the killer was like six years old or younger. Every state had children in prison for murder, prison might be a locked room but it served the same purpose.
She asked how a small kid could kill an adult, I said it was easy. Ice pick in the heart, extension cord and a toaster dropped into the bathtub, gunshot, fall off a ladder, house fire, or gas explosion. All of those could be done by a small kid. I once represented a family where the five year old daughter tried to strangle the newborn infant sister in her crib, twice. Both of them sat there jaws wide open at that news flash.
At 9pm the rain stopped and the winds gradually slowed. Dave went below to sleep and Carly and I stayed on deck and took turns at the helm, four hours on, four hours asleep. I think she was really starting to get into the sailing thing.
We talked about sex and being gay, she asked if I ever did it with a girl, I told her I did several times at college and liked women's bodies but I preferred guy's and have since my first encounter in high school. I asked her the same questions but she said she never fucked a woman because she never met one that turned her on. And Carly did not want to discuss Dave and her and sex. But I asked her about her female sex mentor in high school, did she have intimacy with her and she admitted indeed, stuff happened in her bedroom one evening while her parents were gone, but it was minor. Then she said it appeared we both liked dick.
But she talked about meeting Dave and becoming friends. They bowled together and roller skated and got into Scouts in one group that put boys and girls together, they were the first co-ed troop in the USA but it was kept quiet. They discovered camping and being outdoors and fell in love with Washington State and the great outdoors. She said they were both very pro-environment. Then she corrected herself by saying she joined Boy Scouts, in their experimental co-ed troops. She said they never had any problems but it was kept very quiet.
We talked about her family, growing up, and how her parents originally did not like Dave because he acted lazy and distracted, and she thought he was a little bipolar. She spoke with lots of happiness and enthusiasm in her voice but it slowly got somber when she told me how her family went camping in an RV a few times a year and that was when her father raped her.
"Does Dave know?"
"Yes but he doesn't like to talk about it."
"Did he get busted for what he did?" I asked.
"Yes, he went to prison and died there two years ago."
"How old were you?" I softly asked her.
"Eleven, I'd just started having periods."
She wiped her eyes with her fingers but didn't look at me. I was very aware of touching her after hearing about it, but I really had no memory that I ever touched her except during the bucket bath which she agreed to. I'm glad she told me, I guess it changed the way I saw her. Now she looked a bit older and wiser. And it made me think about her having sex with Dave and if it ever reminded her of her father. She never mentioned her cancer or her surgery. She had no scars on her belly from that total hysterectomy.
I told her a little about myself, "I was born in California, my Dad was a lawyer and my mother was a teacher, they had money. We lived in a big house, I went to private schools, but I think I was a difficult kid to raise. I couldn't do sports and I didn't have many friends and they said I was obsessed with rocks. I saw a shrink most of my kid years and was in a private school where all of the kids had something wrong. I guess you could say I wasn't the kind of son my father wanted, he stopped trying when I was pretty young. Starting in kindergarten my parents gave me the nickname: Rock. The last time my mom recognized me she still called me Rock!"
"What about that thing you do with your fingers?" She asked quietly, but her comment made me chuckle out loud that she noticed.
"It's weird, I usually don't know I'm doing it so if you asked me I'd deny it. But I got caught a lot and sometimes I got punished too. When I do it, I rub my thumb against the sides of my first fingers, slow and firm, the ridges from my fingerprints rub against my fingers and make a vibration I feel to my neck, it calms me down and sort of drowned out some of the hurtful stuff around me. But I've been doing it since I was a little kid, so I'm never aware of it or the calm it gives me, it's like it's all subconscious and hidden, even from me. I do other things too."
"When did you know you were gay?" She asked.
"I was about four and my Mom sent me somewhere to learn to swim. They used high school kids in a big indoor pool and I always wanted to be taught by the guys with the biggest muscles and the largest areolas. A few of them had big ones and I'd ask for 'that man.' When you're four or five years old and your teacher is seventeen he looks like a man and that was my first clue that I had thoughts I had to keep secret. After two summers of swimming lessons the next guys to touch me were at summer camp in northern Michigan near Ludington, I was in 5th grade and we had bunk beds in a cabin, two beds side by side so one bed was against yours no matter which one you were on. I think our cabin was all kids with mild Autism. That first week in the showers my bunk-mate grabbed me and after that I let anyone grab me and most of the kids in our cabin did it."
"There was one boy in our cabin with bad autism and some of the other kids picked on him so I got in the way to try to stop it. That kid screamed if anyone touched him, I hated the noise and that was the only way to stop it. So I protected him and he started sleeping in the bunk beside me and touched mine every night."
"Oh no, that's fine. I like to hear those stories, they make mine sound less bad." She answered with a relaxed look on her face.
"Let me change the subject, but I think your decision to avoid rural Panama was a good idea, there's lots of uncivilized tribes still alive and well in Panama, especially southern Panama in the Darien Gap. Those folks still wear animal hides and run around naked in the forest and hunt with poison tipped arrows and there were rumors of cannibalism and tourists disappearing in the woods. I think you need to be invisible crossing Nicaragua too, I'm actually concerned about you crossing Nicaragua and Guatemala."
"Yeah, I hear that. But hiking across South America wasn't a walk in the park. You gotta constantly be on guard and have your knife in your pocket ready to grab. We're used to it I guess. Our plan is to find a truck going long distance and ride with him as far as possible and cross the danger zones in the back of a semi cab, even if Dave had to wank him a few times a day."
"Okay, just so I know I said it, you two are welcome to ride along to any port you wish, I won't ask you to leave until the ride ends near Los Angeles!"
"Thanks for that. You're very generous and kind to us, my husband really likes you. Maybe you noticed but he's giving you the father figure admiration eyes. The look of worship from a son to his father."
"HA!" I chuckled but paused to picture his eye brows to see if I could recall the look but I couldn't. I wasn't sure if maybe she was making that up. Then she said it again, "He really loves you Steve."
I knew it was important to them, but their means of travel was not important to me, I was just trying to help these two very interesting young people get home alive. I knew they'd be much safer on Susan then standing along some roadway in Nicaragua with their thumbs out. But I sensed it was like a moral issue to them, like riding on my boat was cheating, like hitchhiking meant only along a street, not a waterway. I think they felt some obligation to keep to their original plan, as if their funding might get cut off if they opted to take a less risky route for part of their adventure.
Sailing was definitely not risk-free, there's tsunami waves, pirates, storms, rogue waves, the entire area was thick with active volcanoes, a pissed-off whale could attack the boat too, but I didn't want to mention those things. I think their grandparents would be happiest if they came home safe and wiser, I doubt the Money Lady cared if they traveled part of the trip on a 35 year old sailboat, after all sailing was carbon neutral and she said they were pro-environment. I never mentioned that.
Saturday February 2nd, 2019. Day #19.
We alternated turns steering that night until well after sunrise and Dave emerged rested and ready from the cabin. When he came up topside she was asleep on the bench and I was seated on the bench with my left foot holding the wheel in place, the GPS strapped beside me on the cushion.
Dave took over the helm while I went below to make some coffee. It surprised me that two young adults from Seattle had no interest in coffee, I thought they saw it as a symbol of the older generations, exploitation of the environment, and excessive wealth.
Our first meal that morning was about 11am, food from cans heated on the stove in a sauce pan with everything mixed into one dish, and eaten from a paper bowl with a plastic spoon. I showed Dave the GPS, we were about three hours from the harbor at Quepos, and were starting to see pelicans and other boats. While Carly was below in the bathroom I repeated a short version of our conversation about the dangers of hiking across Nicaragua and Guatemala, and that they were more than welcome to stay on Susan to avoid those areas. He thanked me and dropped the topic. I also reminded him I needed his help getting supplies in town before they took off.
"Yeah, the bag lady cart thing, right?"
I laughed and agreed. Somehow I think he hated being seen pulling the cart behind him but he never said why.
While Carly was below I reached over and slid my hand up his shirt and rubbed his flesh, he watched my hand and smiled but did nothing. I played with his tits and belly button for a while and got nice and hard and stopped when I had a wet spot on my shorts. He said he enjoyed the attention. About five minutes after I stopped Carly came back up on deck and glanced at the GPS screen.
At 12:45pm I called on VHF channel 12 and got a reply and directions where to dock. And at 1:40pm we tied up along a nice steel pier. Once again we were almost the smallest boat in that part of the harbor. There were some huge ocean class yachts tied up here too, like five stories tall, 150 feet long, with servants and their own security too.
At 2:20pm C&D left with the cart, my shopping list, cash, and instructions for other things to look for in the store. While they were gone I cleaned the bathroom again and carried all our trash to the bin then I dumped the melt water from inside the ice chest. All it had inside was one warm beer can.
At 3:15pm they returned with thirty pounds of ice cubes, two 12-packs of Coors Lite in cans, and five gallon-water jugs. She carried a bag loaded with hot food but we used the microwave oven and re-warmed it. She got burritos and tacos and cups of hot sauce. We had a huge feast for dinner and I got absolutely stuffed, it was fantastic.
After the feast I started to wonder what their plans were. They had fulfilled my request to buy groceries, after that they were free to go, so I never asked. We played cards and drank beers at the dinette table and had a great evening. It was a bit cooler out now since we'd travelled further north, but it was still rather warm, but the electric fans helped. During our card game I made another shopping list for myself for tomorrow morning. Dave told me where they got the ice and the water, there was a store about two blocks away, he said they found a church with a shelter that already welcomed them.
We discussed friends again and I told her I was not good at friendships, mostly because I was too literal and blunt for most people to take over time. I summarized myself by saying I tried to always tell the truth and sometimes that was too much for people to hear.
"Why haven't you criticized us yet?" She asked.
"I don't know you, and I realize you're young and still learning life lessons. Now if you two were fifty years old hitchhiking across The Americas then yes, I probably would say more."
She sat there staring at me, then I added, "And besides, I'm only twelve years older than you. I still make plenty of mistakes." I briefly pictured myself in the Presbyterian Church in Miami pointing at Tyrone Rivera and flipping him off in front of several hundred witnesses. I laughed at myself but she was left wondering what it was she missed that was funny.
"You know, we're all just two legged creatures just trying to preserve our lives and maybe have a little fun along the way." She nodded yes and chuckled too and at that moment Dave asked to get up to use the bathroom.
Carly went to her backpack and pulled out a large Hershey's chocolate bar and un-wrapped it to break it into chunks to share. Dave came back from the bathroom in time to slip back onto the bench before she was done breaking the bar into pieces.
At 9pm I suggested we use the showers at the marina while we had the chance. It could be a long time until we saw one again. They agreed and took turns walking to the shower alone, I went last. The security at the marina was good, so we never felt any danger while walking around on the piers or waterfront walkways. Our towels were dry but stiff from lying out in the sun.
While Carly was gone Dave and I sat on the back deck in the dark and talked, he reclined on the cushions like he was on a psychiatrist's couch. I got to my knees beside him and ran my hand across his belly and his chest, I slid it down to his shorts and gave him a friendly squeeze but he never reacted, he just relaxed there on his back with his fingers interlocked behind his head, his arm pits faced the starry sky. I didn't see anyone walking around, nor was there sound or light in the boats around us, my guess was the owners were all at local hotels, maybe some of them lived nearby.
I gently massaged his tits for a while then held his dick again, he was slightly inflated so I reached down his pants and pulled it so the head was just above his waistband. Then I tried to slide down his shorts, he raised his hips. I think when it came to sex Dave seldom said no, although he probably did in Argentina.
It felt weird pumping a dick the size of a long carrot. When I wanked myself my hand constantly bumped my nuts, but his felt twice as long as mine. I jerked the last five inches and never touched his nuts. I lubed him with my saliva every fifteen seconds or so, after two minutes he started to squirm and moan a little then it finally spurted streaks of semen on his belly, one made it to his chest. I wiped his semen off with paper towels.
When Carly came back looking refreshed and clean, he took off with the shower stuff and jogged to the marina. When he came back it was my turn.
When I got back they were on the back deck passing the Pringles can back and forth. Then I noticed the two thirds empty rum bottle was open and sitting on the bench between them. I wondered what might happen tonight, when Dave got drunk he seemed to also get randy. I paused briefly and inventoried the booze and added that to my shopping list for tomorrow.
At 10pm I told them I was going to bed, and went to the bathroom to pee, I heard them talking and moving around in the cabin. Next it was their turn in the bathroom, they usually went together even though the bathroom was only as big as the ones in jet airplanes.
In the front cabin I opened the cabinet above the V-bunk and saw my stash of cash appeared to be untouched, which made me happy. I usually checked it anytime I left someone alone on Susan. I did that because it reaffirmed my feelings for people in general despite being rejected so many times for something I couldn't fix. My parents were responsible for my autism, not me.
Sunday February 3rd, 2019. Day #20.
Departure Day.
My alarm clock went off at 7am, my passengers were up already, and the upper bunk was in the down position and looked like a sofa again. We talked while I made coffee, they were excited and ready to go. We shook hands near the stairs. I briefly hugged Carly, she kissed me on the cheek, I watched their feet climb the stairs and cross the back deck. The boat bounced twice as they stepped off the side onto the pier, and that was the last time I saw them. I heard their voices fade away as they walked down the pier towards the large Catholic Church in the town square.
The cabin sounded very quiet the rest of the day. At 10am I walked to the store with the bag lady cart and loaded it with more water jugs, an English language newspaper, a bag of potato chips, and a 2L bottle of Pepsi Cola. Luckily they had almost everything on my liquor list, but that was super expensive. With the remaining space in the cart I also got a twelve pack of Coors beer in cans. On the way back to the marina with my cart loaded to the top I stopped at a small taco stand and got enough tacos for the rest of the day along with extra cups of hot sauce, their hottest blend they made there in the store.
While I was going back and forth carrying groceries down inside the cabin I was thinking to myself, I was probably still 3,000 miles from Los Angeles, at an average of one hundred fifty hundred miles per day (and 2-3 more stops) I still had four weeks to go. After today's haul and the trip C&D made yesterday, along with what I had left over from Saint Pete I had enough water to make it almost to San Diego without stopping, I had plenty of canned food despite having fed the kids for almost a week.
After my lunch of five tacos and a heap of salty tortilla chips covered with melted cheese, chased by two beers, I went to the marina again and took another shower, then I used their laundry room to do three loads, all the bedding, all my clothes except my swim suit. This was the first time in about three years I sat in a laundromat without work related reading to do, so I read my newspaper and left it for the next person.
After the laundry was done I my bed made and the cabin straightened up I ran the $600 vacuum cleaner and walked back to the store again to get a few small items and a roll of toilet paper. I also got a loaf of bread and a pack of sliced ham with a tiny jar of mayo and another sandwich spread.
Luckily, staying busy all day spared me from feeling sad that C&D were gone. It looked like I was going to be alone for the next four weeks while I sailed up the west coast to my new home.
Tomorrow would be like a new day, starting a new adventure, but I still had a loooong way to go.
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