Chapter 25: Crossing UCLA.
Time seemed to fly after Dave's visit. We heard from Dave weekly after he left. Then he said he wanted to come back down and talk to the UCLA registrar about their MBA program. We told him he really didn't need to ask, just fly down and take a taxi over here. We'd make him a copy of the door key and mailed it to him after he left, Dave said he wanted to look at apartments and student housing on campus too.
I think our inclusion of him into our family and sending him a door key really clicked in his head and both he and Carlo worked diligently towards getting high school transcripts sent to UCLA. I told Carlo it was just a formality, once they found out who Dave's parents were and who he was married to they'd see dollar signs and accept him into the MBA program.
Carlo found the money in his drawer and asked me what it was, at first I acted like I forgot then I told him it was a wedding gift but he couldn't tell anyone because it was secret cash, he couldn't invest it, deposit it, or report it on his taxes. And if he went out and bought himself a Bentley he'd probably get audited. Soon after that he went into his drawer and got out the rest of the bags of his monthly allowance for the rest of the year and gave them back to me. That evening while he was in the shower I unbagged that money and put it back in his drawer where he might find it later this year. I learned the best place to hide things in our apartment was his underwear drawer! The honesty truth was he had so much cash at home he had no idea how much he really had, all he knew was he could suddenly afford anything he wanted, but he really didn't want much except an honesty chance at being successful in life.
Dave eventually located an apartment complex not too far from the campus and decided to rent it and share it with Dave during school, I gave their plan my blessing even though it put our relationship at risk. It was worth the risk in my book. Carlo seemed 100% serious about devoting the years and the energy to complete the degree program. They would both start the program in January. Carlo brought home a copy of what UCLA called a Bingo Card. It was two sheets of paper that listed each year and semester and each class required for the degree, it also listed the credit hours, grade requirements, and the order the classes should be taken. We taped it to the kitchen cabinet so he could mark them off as each one was finished and when each one was paid. I paid his tuition and books. With both of them working together it should make it a lot easier for both of them working it together. They could study together, but Carlo said he would spend 2-3 nights a week home with me and sometimes he would visit me at work since part of UCLA was only a few blocks from my office on Wilshire Boulevard near the 405.
On his last trip here Dave showed us video he shot of his bedroom, and the vineyard and the winery, as well as the B&B they were building at the edge of the vineyard. The place opened last year with four cabins. They had a small laundry service and a dining area and kitchen. People came to stay there and got to work in the vineyard if they wanted. Each reservation earned them a mini-case of six bottles each. Most of their customers were over the age of 65, all of them had white hair and loved the B&B coupled with wine, good food, and likeminded people in other cabins. Dave said they planned on building ten more cabins starting this fall (one at a time), and include a wine school. The school taught not only harvesting and making wine but also grape research, grafting, genetics, microbiology, tasting, and chemistry. He said they were going to add classes on future mechanization of the harvest and market that towards a younger customer, which was going to be Dave's life after college: Wine & Robotics.
I noticed how much more comfortable the two guys were around each other. While Dave told us about robotics research Carlo reached over and gently pinched his bare nipple and Dave never even reacted which told me most of the physical barriers between them were gone, but Dave still insisted he was not gay. They acted like brothers around me, it was nice to see. The more Dave bonded with Carlo I hoped the smaller the break got in his heart.
Dave moved down here after Thanksgiving to get settled in for the semester that started after New Year's Day. Carlo said he'd move-in (to the apartment) two days before the semester started. They had their class schedules and books ready to go. Carlo was stressed but I kept re-assuring him he'd do fine, it was just a long series of small steps. Just keep focused on your next assignment and studying for your next test. Focus on school and let parties and friends take a back seat for a while. Carlo glanced at my crotch and told me that was easy for me to say.
That movie had a line that really was good advice: `keep moving forward.' I think that was a Walt Disney quote from Meet the Robinsons.
Carlo flew to Florida to visit his mother for a weekend in early December and was gone when Dave arrived! I was focused on my class action case against American Produce and their subsidiary employment company. Knowledge of the suit was widespread in town and magically all those residence huts in the fields now all had electricity and running water, but they all still shared a large outhouse but now had outdoor showers, outdoor kitchens with refrigerators, and trash service.
We hired a private-eye and located the place where black bagged people were taken and murdered, then burnt and ground to tiny bits of bone. That made the world news and landed nine men in jail. Three of them were suicided in jail and the rest survived to appear in court.
The amount of evidence we collected in the months prior to the start of the trial overwhelmed to their defense. We expected a civil settlement of 89 million which would net each client a check for $800k. The federal government added federal civil rights charges and arrested many of the upper management and the principal stockholder too. A lot of people were going to prison over this case the judge described as one of the most disgusting cases he ever presided over. They held a parade in town the day after the first guilty verdict arrived.
It's hard to imagine being a college grad that lived in total luxury that subjected his employees to such inhumane conditions, including murder, starvation, and Stone Age living conditions without feeling any remorse. His statement before sentencing was cited as part of the reason for his sentence.
My employer funded a van service that ran during daylight hours (for one year until the state started running it) to transport people working on the farms to town and back, every hour. My employer made $59M, I received a cashier's check for $19m and resigned two months later. Retired.
In February Carlo and I went to the luxury boat show at the LA County Coliseum and looked at yachts, some with huge diesel plants and others with sails. By the time we entered the third sail boat he learned exactly what things to inspect to find out the true nature of many of these new sailboats compared to Susan. He said many of them were built just like modern day motor homes.
Where they had particle board, staples, glue, veneers, and warning stickers about formaldehyde gasses, Susan had solid oak or mahogany.
We met a dealer that specialized in motor yachts, new and used. Carlo said he didn't have much time to participate but wanted to have 50% final say in what boat we purchased, I agreed. We also had him list Susan on the used high-end yacht market and promote the sale on the east coast.
Since I was retired I started going to their apartment three days a week to help either of them studying for tests or writing papers. Carlo had business experience but Dave had none so I spent more time parenting him than Carlo. Dave needed a lot of help with statistics and I was there for him. We even purchased two full size dry erase boards and mounted them on the apartment living room wall and I ran math and statistics classes in their apartment on Sundays, they even invited other struggling friends over for the slow paced special classes. Some weekends they even applauded my teaching style. Carlo said I was the only teacher he ever had that rarely made eye contact with the students. I told him I was a tutor, not a teacher. He looked at me, shook his head side to side and told me I was a total nerd, again.
While Carlo was busy with classes and homework I investigated used yachts all around the west coast of the US and Canada.
In February of 2020 I located one in Astoria, Oregon on the Columbia River, but it was in dry dock since the owner died last year.
I found a 140 foot motor yacht built in 1999 with a price tag of $4.99mil. It never crossed the Pacific but made weekend trips along the coast for a wealthy retired doctor and his family and friends.
The boat had three 2nd deck bedrooms, kitchen, crew quarters (for 6), full AC, diesel power plant, desalination, elevator, four stories, dinghy crane, radar, satellite comms, and tons of storage. I saw a video tour and a collection of 90 hi-res photos. It had dual electric drive props, 20kw electric plant, 6000 gallon fuel tank, on-demand hot water heater, 190 gallon fresh water tank, 170 gallon sewage tank. The description said it required a crew of 2-3. It had 3,700 sq ft of living space on the first floor and the upper two decks. The boat sat on land since last fall due to lack of use to save money on pier space and insurance. They said it would cost me $3k to set it in the water and take it for a drive.
I talked to Carlo about flying up to see it on land, he said the best day would be to leave Friday afternoon and be back Saturday, but he needed to be home all day Sunday for homework.
I arranged a charter plane ride to the Astoria airport and back, and a taxi ride to the marina and back to the airport the next day.
The smartest thing I did was to hire my maritime license teacher (now retired) in Saint Pete to fly to LA and go with us to inspect the yacht, that cost me a few thousand but I felt it was worth the expense. It was nice to see an old friend again. His hair was totally gray now and he grew a beard too, all he was missing was a peg leg and a parrot I told him.
We arranged to do all this two weeks later and met him at LAX then went by taxi to Santa Monica Airport and took the charter (a dual prop Cessna) to Oregon. We got two rooms at a small motel in Astoria and had dinner at a local diner. We met in the motel parking lot the next day and spent nine hours onboard the yacht as the boat broker piloted it out to sea and along the coast.
We made check lists and photographed everything. We closely examined the diesel engines, the prop drive motors, but none of us ever worked on desalination machines. They had an independent inspection done locally that only found a few items, but the hull had no damage or cracks, no signs of repairs or structural damage or previous sinking. No metal flakes in the engine oil, or the sewage or water tanks, and all the plumbing was certified food grade. After the engines (2) were warmed up and run under load we collected four engine oil samples to send downstate to a lab for analysis.
None of us liked the kitchen, it was built to impress but had tons of wasted floor space just to make it look big. We also did not like the bathrooms and made notes of things we found. One of the crew quarters mattresses stunk like urine, the rep said a homeless guy lived in it for a couple weeks before he was caught.
We crawled into bilge hatches and opened every access panel. All the lights and appliances worked, same with the bathrooms and the kitchen sinks. We never found a clogged pipe or water leak.
After an entire day of flashlights, crawling under things, and trying to fit into bilge access ports we made it back to the marina and back to the motel, showered, and went out for dinner again, this time seafood considering we spent the entire day on the Pacific.
I hired a boat broker to negotiate for me and to sell Susan too. We'd have to rent a different spot in Basin-A, with the downturn in the economy there were many openings for larger boats. It seemed several had made their way onto land like the one we inspected in Oregon as many people filed for bankruptcy.
Long story shortened: Carlo and I agreed to purchase the unnamed motor yacht in Oregon and park her in the spot at the end of the pier in Basin A. We sold Susan for $300k to a collector who said he was going to truck her to Delaware, she sold one week after the first listing. We decided to name the new boat Carly. It had been re-inspected by an independent engineer and the coast guard and certified as sea worthy. He had it on the Pacific Ocean for 72 hours non-stop for sea trials and a detailed Coast Guard inspection too. I didn't want to drive it down the coast by myself and I had no crew so we hired people there to drive it here and park it in Del Rey, Basin A.
Carlo and Dave finished their first semester with all A and B grades. I encouraged them to push hard so both of them took classes on Summer-1 and 2 semesters. That schedule gave us most of May off, the new boat was due to be delivered in April.
We spent a total of seven mil on the boat, registration, insurance, upgrades and repairs. We got new furniture and some new kitchen appliances. We learned replacing a marine refrigerator was a huge task, not something you could purchase at Lowe's and get next day delivery, so we had to keep the existing one until the new one arrived someday. I had no idea how they were going to swap them, maybe using an overhead crane?
While Carlo focused on school I slowly packed our belongings and moved our home to the new boat unofficially named Carly. Unlike Susan, this one you could easily live in except for the sewer problem. I had to hire a service to sail over and pump out the tank every week. But it still meant no dishwasher and quick showers.
The AC unit needed repairs along with two bath faucets that dripped. At least now we had decent size closets but not as big as the apartment. I had a room for my office because I was making money selling my services as a business consultant to avoid lawsuits. I also started writing a book titled Crossing Panama, about our lives together.
Carlo and I decided to take the third bedroom on the third floor and convert it to our office and gym combined. We had two desks, two treadmills and one weight machine which was small.
By Christmas the guys had completed and passed four semesters, they both had a number of classes marked off their Bingo sheets and were making good progress towards their degrees. We set up a room for Dave on board (on the bottom deck) so he could stay here during breaks if he didn't want to go home to Washington. He said the bottom deck had the best privacy and quietest rooms. Of course he was never on board when she was at sea with the huge diesel engine turning the generator and the props spinning.
We learned there were just as many people of questionable character living at this marina as there were in the marina in Saint Pete! Some things never changed but the marina in Florida still has a nicer bar and restaurant.
Dave had become part of us, especially when he spent weekends with us to get away from his apartment near campus. Sometimes we even fucked and didn't hide it, but he just ignored us and played one of his combat games on the big TV in the living room. We hired a guy to come repair the self-steering satellite TV antenna on the top of the boat but it always broke a few weeks later so we had it removed and used the internet instead since 5G T-Mobile was activated in the marina neighborhood.
With a few weekends off for holidays our lived were mostly focused on getting Dave and Carlo through school all the way to graduation.
I closely inspected my car the day we moved the last of our stuff out of the apartment and took it to the boat. Since we arrived in LA I'd driven 201 miles in my car! But I put 7,800 miles on my Yamaha.
The rest of their years at UCLA went pretty close to how year #1 went. Very few problems arose and we worked together like one family to get the `brothers' through college. In the end all of us agreed it was worth the sacrifice.
During school Carlo's mother moved into an assisted care facility after she had a mild stroke that left her unable to walk without help. When that happened she was 72 years old, he spent a week there helping her get moved and David did all his homework.
Epilog:
Dave and Carlo graduated with matching MBA degrees, both ended with a GPA of 3.87. Four days after graduation Dave moved back to Washington to work at his parent's company to develop their B&B at the winery, turn it profitable and advance his research into grape harvest robotics. His grand goal was to develop a tiny robot that could pick fruit without human guidance.
They shared the apartment together for all five years, Carlo never spent a dime on rent or utilities the entire time he lived with Dave. I privately tutored them through their entire master's thesis research. Coincidentally, Carlo wrote his thesis on kitchen automation in the quick serve hamburger business, a machine that assembled burgers based on inputs from ordering systems (POS), or as he said: data in, burger out. His design eliminated two to five different kitchen staff positions but required the manager to learn the mechanics of the system because someone had to re-stock it and keep it running.
After graduation we drove Dave back to his parent's house in Washington. He promised us a free room in the off-season (Jan-Feb) any time we wanted to come stomp on grapes and play D-Day Simulator. Something told me he would end up making a lot of money. He hinted that his grandparents would be selling their lumber company soon and retiring to an assisted living community in Hawaii. Carlo and I estimated in another 15 years Dave would have more wealth than an average NFL team owner.
Carlo started a consulting business for the fast casual dining industry and became managing editor of Kitchen Robotics Magazine, but he didn't need to work, he just did it for kicks and a few dollars. With another student they designed and perfected the data to burger machine and sold the patents and software. Eventually you'll see a burger kiosk in your town based on his patents. He turned down job offers from several large food companies, opting to sell and move-on. After graduation he whispered to me he missed out on a lot of sex for those years, it was time to get back in shape.
Four months after graduation we had our first voyage mapped and harbor spot reserved. One of the big tasks was locating fuel resources because our tank was rather large and we couldn't motor up to a typical marina and say fill er up.'
For our big year-long voyage we planned on hitting ports that would form a large circle, our stops were all fuel depots with space for a large yacht. Before the year long trip we took a practice run from Del Rey up to near where we purchased the boat, to the port town of Ilwaco Washington, almost exactly 1,000 miles. (1000/20=50 hours each way). I estimated our cost for this learning trip would be $4,000.
We ran into a few minor problems which were fixed, otherwise Carly ran like a fine watch, we had the diesel engine purring along at 900rpm while at sea. We found it made the least vibration in the hull at that speed. Four weeks after the practice run to Washington and back we left on the one year voyage with 2-3 week stops at each port.
A compromise we figured out was to stay at commercial ports, not marinas. We always found fuel resources and commercial power, and the costs were lower and they usually had empty piers available. Carlo came up with that idea after he did a detailed search for harbor spots around southern Japan and found lots of places in the harbor at Nagasaki but none near Tokyo.
Of course staying in Nagasaki was safer than Tokyo because there has never been a Godzilla sighting in southern Japan.
The Big Voyage.
We left California then stopped in Hawaii (6 nights) then to Nagasaki Japan (13 nights), Kaohsiung Taiwan (15 nights), Dawanshan Island Macao (5 nights), Penang Island Malaysia (21 nights), Newcastle Australia (4 nights), Auckland New Zealand (5 nights), Suva Fiji (4 nights), Nukualofa Tonga (30 nights), Honolulu Hawaii (10 nights), and back home to Del Rey.
Before we left we hired a 35 year old diesel mechanic (named Sam) from Laos and a cabin boy from Thailand. On the SS Carly everyone was crew and everyone stood watch, but it steered itself. Somebody had to watch the radar and make sure we weren't sinking or on fire.
Our new cabin boy looked like a twink, he admitted being bi-sexual and still a virgin. He was 22 years old, attended school to the 6th grade, spoke fluent English and Thai, he was an orphan raised in a Buddhist monastery. He was 5'3" with dark brown skin, black eyes and thick black hair, very slender, healthy and in great physical shape, and went by the name Ton (pronounced: Tahn). He cooked and cleaned for us. His body looked exactly like you'd expect from a petite twenty two year old man from Thailand that weighed 96 pounds. Ton also had an impressive resume with two years experience in food service on cruise ships.
Our mechanic went by the nickname Sam because his first name was unpronounceable (Teonguahnsam) in English but ended with the letters: sam. The Sam name thing was his idea.
We ate two meals together a day like family and took turns being server and everyone participated in clean-up after each meal (rinse your plate, bowl, fork, spoon and put them in the dish washer) Breakfast was always served in the kitchen and cooked on our small griddle which limited the menu to things like eggs, toast, thin cut meats (bacon, ham), pancakes, and homemade breads.
Lunches were usually something between two slices of bread, we learned how to bake French rolls at sea. We also used a two-loaf semi-automated bread maker for white sandwich bread loaves.
We paid Ton $380 a week in cash but he received free room, meals, and healthcare in return. We paid Sam $480 a week in cash and he received the same benefits, they each had their own small room on the basement floor but had access to the entire ship and were treated like family after work hours. Both men were sort of Buddhist, and one week after we left LA, they moved into the same room together. That gave us two empty bedrooms on the lower level and two empty on the third floor. (One of them was our joint office/gym space but the bed and dresser was still there but leaned against the wall for extra space.
One problem at sea was fresh vegetables. It's hard to get stable temps and long food storage at sea too. In ports we stocked up and made it last as long as we could. We also had to freeze lots of our food, but some foods don't freeze, like lettuce.
Before we took our long voyage we did more remodels to the ship, new sinks, new counter tops and cabinets, we replaced all the living room furniture so it looked less like a model home in a condo building and more like a 1930s Great Lakes cruise ship. We opted for deep stainless steel marine sinks, not fake marble. The toilets were also all replaced with stainless steel ones designed for use at sea 90 years ago, and most beds were replaced with Murphy beds that folded up and locked against the wall to open the space for alternative uses. I could go on.
Carlo found a company near Traverse City that specialized in parts from scrapped lake steam ships from the early 1900s, that's where we found the matching sinks and toilets.
Our voyage was expected to last 11-12 months and we arranged back-ups for the crew in case someone was injured but everyone enjoyed the trip and returned to Del Rey a year later tanned, thin, and wiser. Ton re-enlisted for another year and said he wanted to stay with us. He worked on cruise ships before but we treated him like family and paid well, he respected that and wanted to stay on.
We didn't hear much from Dave after graduation but we emailed him, the amount of time it took to get a reply slowly increased. He told us he met a girl and they were getting serious. The next time I heard from Dave was half a year later when he wrote and said he was getting married. Long story short he said they were going to honeymoon in Fiji and we asked about meeting them there, weeks went by and we had a tentative date for their trip. It fit nicely into our schedule (if we re-arranged it) so we planned on meeting them in Fiji.
It turned out that they decided to do the actual ceremony on Fiji so we could be there to witness. The change altered our big cruise plans when we had deadline to appear at a specific place on a specific day and time. We altered some of our stops to ensure we arrived early in Fiji.
Dave said the girl he met was someone he went to high school with, her name was Paula and she also knew Carly well.
We arrived the day before the wedding and stayed at anchor two miles off shore. We met as planned to participate in their simple ceremony on the beach near their hotel, The Pearl Resort on the south side of the island. They flew to Hawaii then to American Samoa, then take a seaplane to the resort on Fiji. Their vacation sounded very expensive. Carlo called the hotel and got permission to park at their long pier on a river near the ocean, we were allowed to stay for 12 hours and plug into their power outlet. As soon as we tied up Ton went ashore in a taxi to buy us fresh produce and meats.
Standing up before the priest were me and Dave, Paula and her father. The actual ceremony was on a small platform near the sand. Paula looked wonderful in her tiny white dress, with Dave in a black sport coat and black slacks over a white Hawaiian cotton shirt.
Paula's mother and her best friend attended too. Everyone shed tears but looked truly happy. Carlo and I were happy for them. Months ago when the wedding invitation arrived he clearly stated they wanted no gifts, this was a very special day they wanted to share with their closest friends and family, our attendance would be the greatest gift possible. When the actual ceremony started there were ten people seated nearby watching the ceremony, including our crew, and four of us standing by the priest.
Afterward, Dave and Paula walked us back to the hotel's pier outside the tall lobby windows. Their pier was on a wide river that snaked up into the mountains, but down by the ocean it was over 200 feet wide and thirty feet deep in the middle. The bad part was we'd have to turn around first. All sorts of stuff could go wrong but the hotel people said they'd seen lots of boats like ours do it just fine. This boat needed four to five feet of water to stay off the bottom.
Dave brought his new wife on board to show her around. We walked into the room he spent many weekends during school, he noticed the bed and bathroom were different.
It felt like we were saying good bye to Dave this time, I noticed my eyes kept watering and I felt an inner sadness along with happiness. We hugged him a couple times then walked them back to the pier and watched the two of them run back into the very large white three story hotel. It looked like it was built in the late 1800s.
After they vanished in the doors Carlo dropped the lines except for one at the stern. We let the current slowly push us around then Carlo gave us one big shove away from the pier and we motored out into the center of the river and drove straight out to sea, which was only 400 feet to the beaches then another 800 feet to clear the shoals and reef. Somebody had obviously used a very large machine to perfect the waterway from the pier to the sea. Even the end of the Colorado River wasn't that deep or straight.
Tonga was 475 miles southeast of Fiji, which would take us about two days at a leisurely pace. The weather was forecast to be nice, scattered afternoon showers with clear skies at night. Low overnight temp around 88 degrees at 95% humidity.
We slowly motored away from Fiji after the wedding. By the time we cleared their marine traffic area and the radar was clear Ton had already started dinner. Carlo helped because we decided to have our own special celebration for the wedding. We sort of considered it the conclusion of our parenting David Davis, we'd officially given him over to his new wife.
One of the changes we made in the kitchen was to eliminate the huge empty space in the center by moving the island counter with the stove, griddle, and a tiny sink. We moved it three feet from the other counter leaving a walkway for two people to work without colliding. That change added a huge area we turned into cabinets and that was where we built the bar (on the far side of the island) where we ate many of our meals. It was modeled after a bar like in a 1950s diner except it was at counter height, we sat on swivel stools. The original floor plan on the main deck also had a formal dining room which also went away and was turned into our home theater. We also added more cabinets in that room and blocked all the windows.
The second floor had our three bedrooms and an open deck at the back where the dinghy sat with the motor attached, above that was the crane that lifted it, swung out over the water and lowered it to the sea. If the crane broke it had a hand crank, which was not a pleasant task.
For tonight's party we decided to uncover and eat at the seldom used table on the top deck by the bridge and the crane. In honor of his wedding we decided to make three (9") deep dish pizzas with tomato sauce, pepperoni, sausage, and lots of thick gooey/stringy mozzarella cheese. They were served with salads, wine, beer, and a veggie/cheese tray. We had fresh veggies since we just left land and always stocked up.
It was hot outside since we were only 1100 miles south of the Equator. We all sat at the table in shorts, no shirts. Ton brought up the hot pizzas on the elevator but he needed help setting them on the table without dropping anything. Carlo ran downstairs to get the wine and beer, I went into the small cooler on the top deck to get water and ice. We turned off most of the lights and played some soft reggae music and chowed down on some marvelous pizzas, Ton did a great job on the crusts. He said he learned how during his time working cruise ship kitchens.
With stars above and a clear radar display (we had the IPad standing up on the table so everyone could see) we motored along on auto pilot and had a great relaxing dinner putting along at 14mph across the South Pacific. Sam confessed as a child the first time he heard of pizza he thought it sounded disgusting. Of course he grew up on a diet of fish, rice, and greens. But he said he was a convert the first time he took a bite expecting it to taste like sour salty rotted milk with bacon fat melted in. We all laughed as he picked up his second slice and had to use his other hand to break the long strings of cheese.
By the time all three pizzas were gone and three empty bottles of wine were tossed over the side we were all buzzed and happy as can be. Sam excused himself and said he was going to bed. He took the elevator down to the crew deck, which left Carlo, me, and Ton. We talked about our lives for another hour before Ton left for the night after hugging us and thanking us for taking him to the wedding. Ton always told amazing stories about his three years on a cruise ship.
I'd been sitting near Carlo all evening frequently glancing at his big fat tits, after the guys left I held out my hand and pulled him to me across the long vinyl bench seat that wrapped part way around the table. I rolled on top of him and nursed on his tits while Carlo softly moaned with pleasure. After he couldn't stand it anymore he got up and stood beside the table and slid his shorts down and jerked off. I was seated just a foot away, he stood and leaned against the edge of the table wanking his boner with his eyes closed and his face aimed at the starry sky. After about one minute he started to bend and twitch then shot three lines out on the table and smiled at me with silvery drops puddling on the table.
I slid my finger around in the largest puddle and smeared it on his right tit and stood up and slowly licked it clean. Then I dropped my shorts and smeared my boner in his cold semen then pushed it in his mouth (Carlo sat on the bench were I sat moments ago). I came in his mouth a short time later.
After that we checked the radar and sat in the piloting position on the top deck, it had two heavily padded swivel chairs bolted to the deck, we spent the night up there taking turns napping while Carly sailed herself towards Tonga.
I got Carlo a blanket and he curled up in his swivel chair and closed his eyes, I thought to myself I hoped heaven was just like this. I hoped he still remembered the night we spent in Key West when said he could live that way the rest of his life, on the deck of a luxurious boat, retired and very much in love.
The end.
Boris B. Chen, Yuma, Arizona.