"Mon, you get me off twice in half hour. You good lover. Can we be boyfriends?"
"Yes, Fish, I'm yours."
We went over the side of the boat to clean ourselves up in the blue-green water. After we clambered back in I went through some of my stuff and presented Little Fish with a red Speedo. I lovingly helped him into it and smoothed the nylon fabric to best set off his charms. He was extremely pleased with the skimpy swimsuit and thanked me with lots of hugs and kisses.
"None o' dem boys have sumtin fit this good!"
After that I went to the galley and pulled us out each a can of beer not cold, but cool enough to be very pleasant.
"Have you had beer before, Fish?" I asked him.
"Not very often, but I like it. It feels bubbly inside ma belly and make me feel good." As we sipped our beers he watched me prepare us some lunch. I fried up some thin crepes and heated up a can of chicken a la king on the gas stove. I rolled the warm filling in the crepes and put them on metal plates. We both enjoyed them with the beer. It wasn't exactly gourmet, but very appetizing for two hungry males.
When I saw Little Fish nodding off I suggested that we each lie down on one of the beds. After taking off my apron I was naked again and lay down with a happy sigh. Fish did the same across from me, still wearing his red Speedo. The strenuous sex, good food, beer, and the gentle rocking of the boat soon had us in dream land. We must have slept for several hours, because when I woke up from him climbing on top of me the sun was going down. He worked his way back down my body, spread my cheeks and started to rim me. Talk about Heaven!
"Me horny again," he said. "Wanna fuck you."
"OK, but I have to clean out just the way you did." I got another Fleet's out of the storage cabinet and made my way to the head. He followed me and smilingly indicated that he wanted to administer the douche to me. I stuck my ass out the door of the head as he inserted it into my rectum and squeezed the fluid into me. When he was finished I went inside, closed the door and evacuated my bowels. Luckily I was clean enough with one application. When I emerged from the head his Speedos were off, he had the tube of KY in his hand, quickly pushed some into my opening and covered his erect dick with some of the lube.
"Where do you want me, Fish?"
"Let's go out de cabin to cockpit," he said. I took his hand and he led me up the stairs. Just then the sun went below the horizon and darkness fell. The only light came from the battery-fed lights in the cabin, a three-quarter moon and the stars. The breeze felt good against our naked bodies.
"Stand at wheel, Adam. I wanna fuck you standing up." I put my hands on the wheel and jutted my ass back. He put a hand on my hip and entered me with one swift movement. I gasped but quickly started enjoying the royal screwing he was giving me. It's so great to have sex outdoors if you're in a safe place. I started backing up to meet his inward thrusts. One has to admire (and enjoy) the prowess of horny young teenagers. Little Fish rogered me for a good six or seven minutes before we both cried out in a simultaneous orgasm. We wiped off with a towel we found in the cockpit, felt our way back into the cabin and fell out on the two beds.
When the morning sun woke me up, I arose, relieved myself in the head and went to the galley to prepare canned sausage and flapjacks from a mix that needed just water. I had a whole case of canned, non- carbonated Evian on board. Fish woke up when he smelled the coffee and went to the head to take care of his personal business. We let down the eating board in the cockpit and sat naked, side by side, enjoying our hot food along with hot coffee and canned orange juice.
"You make good chow. Syrup good. I wan change yo name to Cookie. Can I call you Cookie?"
"Of course you can. I'd like to call you 'Pixote' that's Portuguese for 'Little Fish'. OK with you?"
"Me like dat pet name you gib me, yes, yes," he said with a broad grin. "Cookie, on udder side ob islan' is better harbor. Why don' we sail aroun dere?"
"That's a good idea. Do you know the whole island, and what's it called?"
"Yes. Me walk de whole islan' only three mile across. Dunno the real name. We boys jus' call it 'Runaway Island'.
"That's a good name for it. But before we get started, why don't we brush our teeth and rest up a bit to digest our breakfast?"
"Don' hab no toot-brush."
"That's OK. I have a bunch of new ones in the junk drawer in the galley. Help me carry this stuff inside and I'll give you one. What color would you like red, blue, green, clear?"
"Too much to decide, Cookie. You choose me one, OK?"
We put the cups, plates and flatware on the galley counter and I pulled a cellophane-wrapped tooth brush box out of the junk drawer for Pixote a clear one. He watched me as I squirted some Colgate on my blue brush, ran it over my 32 teeth and gums, rinsed my mouth with a newly-opened can of Evian and spit twice in the galley sink. Giggling, he copied my actions and used up the rest of the water with a lot of swishing and spitting. Watching him carry on had ME laughing. Then I washed the dishes and put them in the rack to dry.
"Let's lie down togedder, Cookie. Having fresh mouth makes me wan kiss you." After we had traded a few delightful wet kisses I reached into the cubby hole at the head of the bed and pulled out two handy wipes. I tore each one open and, since we were both developing boners, had no trouble wiping off the head and shaft of each of our turgid members with the flavored wetnaps.
"Why you do dat, Cookie?"
"Well, we haven't been able to have a good wash and I thought from this kissing we'd end up 69ing." When he asked me what that was I described the position to him.
"Oh, we call dat 'goin head to toe'." We shifted around, took each others' dicks into our mouths and started pleasuring each other. After several minutes of moaning and slurping we both shot down each others' throats in rapid succession.
"Alright, Pixote, let's set sail for the harbor on the other side of the island." We dressed in just extra large T-shirts to get a little protection from the sun, went up on deck and I raised the anchor. Then I started teaching my lover how the sailboat worked. I started the engine and we putt-putted toward the mouth of the harbor and the open sea. After we were under way I showed him how to pull the ropes to raise the main sail and set the jib at the bow. As we exited the harbor I turned off the engine and Pixote pointed out another sailboat on the far horizon. He gave me directions on how to circumnavigate the island which meant tacking into the wind. I explained what was happening when we had to duck our heads for the boom to swing over to the other side as the main sail changed position. He was tickled when I put him at the wheel. After lifting his T-shirt above his buns and placing my boner between his thighs I wrapped my arms around him and placed my hands over his on the wheel. He smiled, squeezed his legs together, and giggled as we enjoyed our erotic intimacy and my gentle play humping between his legs.