Message in a Bottle

This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part One.

`Guday!'

I think by that use of saying either good day or good morning, you have guessed that I am an Australian of our island, ha-ha, that's bigger than Europe. We've bastardized a lot of the English language as I've just done, like we also refer to our country as "Oz". But that is neither here nor there in what I am about to tell you, just as a leader into the where abouts in the world that I am.

My name is Colin Teacher, and don't be misled by the surname, for I was nowhere near ever becoming a teacher, neither were my mother and father. That I turned out to be a bum was not the fault of either of my parents in their bringing me up into our world of Oz.

I have now reached the age of thirty and my wife is just about to give birth to our first child. Now this is a real event let me tell you, for it was fate that brought us together. Both of us have had our ups and downs, mostly the latter, but now, God willing, they are behind us. So let me tell you of what happened to bring us to this happy state, though it had never been the intention from the outset as you will find out. So I will start with myself, as I know more than anyone to be able to do this.

I was born in July of the year 1970 to Julia Teacher, her husband, my father, being Roger Teacher. He worked for an insurance company, a job that didn't really help us later in life, while mom was a hospital nurse. Both worked in Sydney though our house overlooked Double Bay where dad had a small boat moored there.

So I came into the world not without complications, being a breech birth part of the problem. I never did find out what the other problems were only to know that mom would be unable to have any more children, so I was to be the only child they would have. Of course I knew nothing of this as I grew up and only found out many years later. So being an only child, I was feted as much as possible by mom and dad, and he would often take me out sailing which I grew to love.

My education at school was mediocre to say the least and learnt more from my dad than what I was getting from school, this being how to handle a small sail boat, which we often used to cruise round The Heads. This being the entrance into Jackson Harbour that led to our city Sydney. We quite often would stay out on the boat on Fridays and Saturday nights, returning home on the Sunday. Though this was only done when that fitted in with her hospital duties when she wouldn't be at home.

So not only was I taught how to handle this small craft, but also swimming, jumping off the boat and keeping up with it with the breast stroke, so by the age of ten, not only was I adept at handling the boat, but a bloody good swimmer too.

I was sixteen when my mother fell ill and was hospitalized, which was paid for by the insurance that dad had for all of us, but what it didn't cover was the after care that she needed. I never was told exactly what was wrong with her, but it was fatal, that I do know. I then left school to spend as much time as I could looking after her as dad still had to work to bring in money for feeding us etc, but now having to have other people coming in to do what I couldn't, dad had to sell the boat to cover this financial burden. We struggled on for two years looking after her and seeing her slowly dying. It was heartbreaking for both of us when she finally died and we saw that she had a decent burial.

So with just the two of us now living at home, I had to find work to help in the household economy and finally got a job as a lifeguard at Bondi Beach, the epitome in being a surfers paradise. I was surprised at how many times I had to rush from my high chair to dive into the sea to rescue some stupid ass that got into difficulties. But then I also got to know how to use a surf board and would spend quite a bit of my off working hours surfing off the beach.

Having reached the age of seventeen, I was now six foot in height and weighed about hundred pounds and had not only a bloody good sun tan, but the physique to go with it. This attracted many a girl to chat me up and it goes without saying that I accepted quite a few of these and would get to have sex in all its forms somewhere on the beach after dark. So in time, became quite proficient in how to please a girl in having us coupled in the throes of sex. Mind you, the sand did cause havoc sometimes when it got underneath the foreskin. But that was the price one paid of having sex there.

This job lasted four years as it was me that gave it up. The reason being dad. He had never got over the loss of mom and I think he just gave up living by not having her with him. The only answer that the coroner could come up with was that he died of a broken heart. Now that was a real blow to me. First mom and now dad. I too was heartbroken, but not to the extent that I didn't have a life to live, so with the spirit of being a true Aussie, put it to one side and got on with life.

Dad, in his foresight, had made sure that I was well cared for in respect of money, though it wasn't the same at not having him there with me, so I became a bum. Wandering up and down the coast, taking the odd job here and there, not staying long in any of the places that I found work. Most of this being anything to do with the sea. Now I had been very well taught that the sea is a very dangerous place, full of predators to say the least, as it could also be most violent when it felt like it. A danger and a place that must be respected at all times and not to be fooled by the sometime calmness of the sea for it could change at any time to be most furious in the way that it reacted to other parts of the hemisphere.

It's not as if I was short of money for the insurance pay out on my father's death was enough to keep me going for quite awhile, so there was no need to sell the house. This I just closed down before I began my wandering up and down the Golden Coast. Manly beach being my first stop from Sydney, becoming a lifeguard there having got good references from Bondi. I even went up as far as Cairns but found that I liked Townsville where they had plenty of boats moored that I simply lusted after, but didn't have enough money to be able to buy one.

But it was there that Lady Luck shone down on me. It was just on a whim that I went and spent ten dollars for a ticket for The Golden Casket. A national lottery that was drawn once a week and bugger me if I didn't have a winning ticket. I was over the moon at winning half a million dollars and so no longer was I a bum but a man of fortune. Though give me credit, for I didn't go and splurge the lot but was most circumspect with my winnings. Banking it but still looked out for a boat of my dreams. Nothing fancy, just one that I could take out over the Barrier Reef and do some snorkel diving, loving to see the fish in their shoals, flitting back and forth amongst the coral reefs.

As it happened, I was down at the waterfront of Townsville a week later when I spotted a boat that had a for sale sign up on the quay where it was moored. I could tell straight away that it was an American made craft, old, but still looking good. I paused by this boat and studied its lines and saw a man come out of the cockpit to see me looking at it.

`Interested?' he asked as he stepped out and stood facing me.

I might be,' I replied, not saying that I really was, seeing that he had kept it in good trim. If the price was right and that I could look over it,' I told him.

`Well come aboard and have a look,' he said. Now that was like a red rag to a bull, and so I jumped that short distance to land on the deck to shake hands with this American, which was obvious by his speech and use of the language.

`My name is Wayne Keeper the second,' he said, offering his hand.

`Colin Teacher,' I replied as our hands met in a firm grip.

`Hi then Colin. Are you really interested in the boat?' he asked.

`I might be if it is in good shape and the price is right,' I replied, our hands now having parted.

`Well rather than waste time for both of us, the price is a hundred and twenty thousand dollars. Australian dollars of course,' he chuckled.

`A bit high for a boat that looks as if it first hit the water thirty years ago,' I replied. He gave out a laugh.

`You know your boats then for you're spot on. Nineteen sixty nine to be precise, but in tip top condition. Come and let's see inside,' he said. I had already noted that it had a tri sail at the fore before the main mast that looked to be not far off being new, and followed him down from the cockpit into the narrow insides. It was obvious that it was a two berth with a small kitchen and toilet though still seemed rather cramped when I went down with him.

`Fancy a beer?' he asked when we were down in what you would call the saloon, having this narrow table that was between what would be the two bunks for sleeping, though they appeared to be the seating for the table to eat from.

`Spot on Yank,' I replied, the answer being yes.

`One beer coming up sport,' he said, using an Australian phrase which showed that he been here quite a few times to get our lingo. So with two cans of beer, he told me of the boats history, which I took with a pinch of salt having heard this kind of talk before. We drank our beers before he showed me over the boat and I was quite impressed at how well it had been kept and was now really interested in buying it. It wasn't far off what dad had once had and I really liked it. It was a thirty footer with, unusually, a metal keel that gave it more stability in heavy weather, and was easy enough to be handled by a single person.

I had to ask the inevitable question as why he was selling it here. Now if it was the truth or not, I had no way of knowing, but it was that on arrival at Townsville, he learned that his mother was gravely ill and wanted him to return home as soon as possible. Now without much money, he was being forced to sell the boat so that he could return to the States. He'd only put the For Sale sign up the day before and I was the first person to show an interest in it and would like to make a quick sale so that he could return home.

So after an inspection over the boat, we went back down below for another couple of beers to haggle over the price. Within an hour, I beat him down to a hundred thousand dollars which he finally accepted. So with a shake of hands, the deal was done. That is, rather an agreement between us for it still had to be ratified. So with our beer finished, we went down to the harbour master's office where Wayne produced the papers and log book of the boat and I had the Master phone my bank to confirm that I had that amount available, and so I passed over my cheque and had the boat's papers changed over to my name with the Harbour Master making it known in writing that he had witnessed the change of ownership.

I forgot to tell you that the name of the boat was `Alice' and registered in Seattle, which was now changed to be Townsville, Australia, though I agreed to keep the boat's name of Alice. Whether this was an omen or not, I'll leave it for you to decide if you continue to follow this story.

`Would you mind Colin if I sleep over on the boat tonight as it's getting rather late to find somewhere else, apart from waiting for the cheque to clear to give me some money?' he asked of me.

`No problem Wayne. Why don't we have dinner together ashore, my treat,' was my response.

`Now that I cannot refuse,' he said with a smile, and so we shook hands with the Harbour Master and left his office and wandered down the waterfront and finally stopped at a restaurant and had a damn good meal, washed down with two bottles of Australian wine. We then went back to the boat arm in arm, both of us quite happy, him having sold the boat and me in the buying of it. I never picked up on the fact that he had put his arm into mine on our way back but found out when we were back on board.

The table between the two bunks was easily lifted up by one person and fixed to the overhead clips for us to then get undressed to turn our seats into bunks. The space between the two was quite narrow, so our bodies were constantly touching each other as our clothes came off and it wasn't until we were both naked that he looked first at my groin and then at my face.

I'm gay Colin,' was what he said, and this floored me, for I knew that there were men like this but never expected Wayne to be one. Are you?'

`No,' was my answer.

Pity, for you've got a lovely cock there that I would like to suck,' he said. I was lost for words, speech wise that is, but my cock had thoughts of its own and started to rise up. This he noticed. Would you let me suck it? I'm not asking you to suck mine if that is what you are thinking. I do like having a rampant cock in my mouth, giving pleasure at the same time as receiving it by doing so.'

I sat down on the bunk I would be sleeping in, not knowing really how to answer him. It was my cock that was what I was really arguing with, not him, for it had now come up to be fully erect and really throbbing at the thought of being sucked and the release of the sperm that was now boiling in my balls. I could see that he also was sporting an erection, though I noted that it wasn't as big as mine as he sat down opposite me.

`If...if you want to,' I stammered, never ever having had this asked of me before.

`Lay back then and enjoy then,' he said, slipping off his bunk onto his knees and now facing my waist. I did as he asked and lay back with my now hard erect cock lying up on my stomach. His left hand came up and took hold of my cock, the first man, apart from a doctor some years back, to take hold of my cock and he held it upright as he bent his head and took the head of my cock into his hot mouth.

Goddammit! I was both ashamed at letting another man suck on my cock and that the fact that I enjoyed the experience of having it sucked as he tongue teased the G string giving me all sorts of funny vibrations throughout my body. Not only was he sucking and tonguing me, but his hand was now moving the soft skin up and down the shaft. I had never known such pleasure could be given to me as he played with my cock, and looking down briefly at his head bobbing up and down on me, noticed that his right arm was moving out of sight and guessed that while he was sucking and working his hand on my upright cock, he was jerking himself off at the same time.

But my pleasure was short lived, for with his expertise in this form of male sex, I soon peaked and gave him all that my balls contained by cumming in his mouth. He took it all without flinching or stopping of the working of his hand on my cock as I cummed. By feeling that extra suction on my cock head, guessed that he had swallowed it all for his hand never stopped moving, neither did his sucking of me until there was no more to give him. With a big sigh, he finally lifted his head up off the head of my cock, the foreskin having been pushed right down so that the air now seemed cold round the bared flesh as he gave it a final kiss before looking back up at me and grinning.

`Boy, That was some cum you had there. It was lovely. Did you like it?' he asked.

Yes,' was all I could say, for I really had liked having had my cock sucked for the first time. You jerked off too didn't you?'

Yes, and made a bit of a mess with it the down there,' he said with shy smile. I just had to as I was enjoying the sucking of your cock. It's the biggest and best that I've ever had. Would...would you later fuck me with it? You can say no if you don't want to,' he said hastily, `but it is such a wonderful cock that you've got, that it would be great if I could have it up inside me.'

Again I was lost for words. First at having my cock sucked by another man and now he was asking me to stick it up his ass. Could I? Would I? Should I? But that little part of the brain started saying that well you've been sucked so why not go the whole way and do as he asked.

Well...'I began, not really knowing what to say. I can't at the moment,' I lamely said.

`You will then?' he asked as he rose up from his knees.

`If...if you really want me to. It's something I've never done before,' I stuttered.

You'll find it tighter and much better than fucking a woman,' he said. Move over and I'll help raise it up again. I was so mesmerised at this happening to me that I unconsciously moved over so that he could get onto the bunk with me. Then I had another surprise, for him then kissed me. Another first! Being kissed by another man that I'd only met this very day. What pissed me off was that I liked it and so didn't stop him from making love to me in this fashion.

I was lying on my back, my side up tight to the bulkhead with him lying on his side as he kissed me while his right hand kept stroking my body, occasionally brushing against my limp cock. Now this didn't stay limp much longer with his ministrations on me as it wasn't long before it was up hard again.

He knew this, and moved down the bunk and took the head back into his mouth, though not for long, for all he was doing really, was coating it with his saliva before letting go of it and asking me to get up behind him. This I did in the close confines of space that we had on the bunk and there I was then, between his open legs and saw his ass hole that he wanted me to fuck. In for a penny and in for a pound was the thought that ran through my mind as I took hold of his hips and pushed the head of my cock into his ass.

You're fucking mad, my mind said to me as the head of my cock disappeared into his ass to a grunt from him, but then felt his muscle start to flex itself round my shaft as I got as much of myself into him and had him give out a gasp.

Wow! The best yet,' he said in a tight voice. Not only was that tight, so was his ass, gripping my cock in that heated interior of his body. Now start moving.'

This I did and found that he was indeed a much tighter fit that a woman's pussy and I found that I enjoyed moving my cock back and forth in this enclosed chamber that was his anal canal.

Harder Colin,' Wayne grunted between thrusts, and let me feel you cum.' So I gripped his hips more firmly and pulled him back onto me now ramming myself hard into his ass where nature took over and began sending my cum out in separate shots, six in all before I came to a stop. My cock was still throbbing inside him as he crooned something that I couldn't fathom, leaning over his rear end, my chest heaving and my heart pounding. You've just been and fucked another man, my mind shouted at me, and without using a condom.

`Shit!' I exclaimed, and pulled back, my cock sliding out of Wayne to little cries from him as his muscle there tried to grip my cock as it slipped out. I got off the bunk on wobbly legs and staggered over to the miniscule sink and pumped some water out into my hand and washed my still hard cock as best I could, the water splashing down onto the deck as I did so. There was a towel by the side there and I used this to dry myself from the water that had also run down my legs before turning round to see Wayne flat out on the bunk.

`That's the best I've had in a long time,' he said smiling up at me as I went and sat down on the opposite bunk.

That's also the first time that I've ever done that,' I replied, laying down and stretching myself out. It was better than I thought it would be.' I felt drained and exhausted and closed my eyes for a second. Well I thought I did and instead, fell asleep.

I came awake with daylight showing through the two small portholes and saw that the opposite bunk was empty. I turned my head and saw Wayne, still naked, cooking at the small stove and he gave me a grin.

`Breakfast coming up. Get the table down,' he asked, and so I sat up and swung my legs down to the deck and stood up and released the table to settle it down between the two bunks as he brought two plates of ham and eggs to put down before turning round and picking up some knives and forks as well as a plate of buttered bread to put down as well.

I'll be leaving after we've eaten,' he said between mouthfuls, and the boat is all yours. You can also have what food is left in the lockers, for I've got to get to the bank to collect the money for this tub and book a flight home.' As he hadn't said anything about last night, I didn't either and kept quiet. With the meal over, he said, `As I cooked, you can do the washing up,' and he got up from the table and began to get dressed. I then did the same and with us both fully clothed, we went up and out of the small cabin, him with a duffel bag of his things and there we shook hands and said our goodbyes. The last I saw of him was him walking down the quay until he turned a corner and was out of sight.

I shrugged my shoulders and then surveyed what I had bought. A boat that I'd always yearned for and could now do some snorkelling off the reef and enjoy life. But first it was to wash up our breakfast things and then check the food locker and make a list of supplies that I would need. I also wanted to get a new snorkel kit and some flippers and a few more clothes as I hadn't carried much of the later with me.

With that done, I went ashore and spoke to the Harbour Master and found out how much my mooring fees were and so the bank was my first target to get some money out for the supplies, clothes and other things I wanted, plus the harbour fees of course. I found that Wayne had already been in and collected his money and even got the branch manager to get him a taxi to be taken to the airport. So on withdrawing some money for myself, went shopping. I only bought enough food and water for a few days and would get more later, but it was the snorkel gear that I treasured most, and I didn't forget to pay the harbour fees on my return to the quay.

With my purchases stowed away, I gave the boat a complete overhaul, even to the extent of diving over the side to check out the keel and found it clean of barnacles and weed. I checked the small engine that it had and found that it was in good working order, having used to be doing this with dad's boat, and that it had enough fuel. The water tank was low and would need filling up. All ropes and cleats were in good condition as were the two sails and even had one as a spare. The boat was low on charts, and outdated at that, so that would be the next purchase after I had given the boat a run out to the reef.

The next morning, I got the engine going to get me out of the harbour and when out into the Pacific Ocean properly, hoisted the sails and cut out the engine and had great fun in putting it through its paces and was well satisfied in the way she handled. I was as happy as a pig in shit with the boat and felt quite proud in my handling of it, especially on the return to the berth without any mishap in my handling of it to come alongside the mooring quay and able to jump ashore to moor her properly.

For the next three days, I went out to the coral reefs and did some snorkelling, enjoying the sight of all the fish that made it their domain in their shoals whilst hunting for their prey. It was on the third day that the event happened that changed my life. I didn't at the time know that it was to be an event for it seemed so innocuous at the time.

I had been snorkelling and on coming to the surface, bumped my head on a floating bottle. Treading water, I took hold of this bottle, well a jar really, and saw that it had a scrolled up piece of paper inside. I was only a few yards from the boat and so made for it with the bottle in my hand. I clambered aboard and took off my gear and then looked at this clear glass bottle, noting that the cap had been screwed on tightly to keep it waterproof, and took it down below. I put it on the table and dried myself first before unscrewing the cap and taking out that piece of paper. I unfolded it and was astounded at what had been written. It was dated seven months previously and I will put down what was written there.

" Please help me if you are reading this. I'm stranded alone on this uninhabited island somewhere in the New Hebrides, I think. My Partner and I left Suva, Fiji, for Norfolk Island, heading sou', sou', west. One day out of Norfolk Island, we were hit by a terrible storm that drove us in a northerly direction, slightly off to the west. It lasted for forty eight hours and was still bad when we hit a reef off of an island. Somehow, I was washed ashore but my partner never made it. I've no idea what the island is called but I've been here for two months and this is my last bottle of four and paper. So please, please, find someone who can possibly help me. I am surviving on the abundant fruit and nuts here on the island, but am desperate to be rescued. Please help me, I beg of you.

Alice Dayman."

`Wow!' I exclaimed after reading this plea and dragged out an atlas, but found that it didn't display the Pacific Islands. Okay, there was a page that covered the Pacific, but not in precise detail with it being so big. But if I could get some charts of the islands, I could then be the knight in a swim suit to rescue this damsel in distress. A noble thought I can hear you say, but at the outset, a fool's errand. This was echoed by the Harbour Master when I had returned to my berth and told him of the letter.

`You must be effing mad! There's about a thousand islands out in that area and you don't even know which one she's landed on!' he said in disbelief when I told him that I was going to go out there and look for her. But I was that far gone in wanting to make the effort, I was adamant in making the effort.

`You are mad. It's going to take you at least twelve to fourteen days to just get to the islands. The same for the return trip and that's not counting how many days and islands you are going to look at,' he told me. He even threw in storms, lack of wind, food and water etc. For an hour he tried to talk me out of it, but my mind was made up and he finally threw up his arms in disgust, I think, at me taking on this massive task which it really was when you come down to it, but my mind was made up.

He then helped me in getting all the relevant charts that I would need, and insisted that I got a long range radio fixed in the boat and that the Coast Guards were informed at what I was attempting. With money not being a problem, I also had installed a computer style weather report, that being a screen that showed the forecasted weather in whatever area I would be in. This had to be run with the engine running to give me the electricity for it, so I should only use it when I deemed it necessary. I also had a radio installed with the aerial for it put atop of the mast.

It took another two days to have these things installed in the boat while I got supplies for three months at least. Plenty of extra bottles of water and I'm sure that I must have loaded half a ton of these supplies. He gave me his radio code name and that I should at least make one call a day to set his mind at rest that I was still alive and to give my position so that if the worst were to happen, at least they would have an area to check to find me if things went wrong.

So with an innumerable number of charts, spare lifejackets, an inflatable dinghy, Very lights and pistol and all that I've already mentioned, said my farewell to the Harbour Master. He still called me a silly sod, but shook my hand and hoped that I succeeded in what I was doing. Other people had heard of what I was attempting and had quite a small crowd there on the quay to clap and give me a cheer as I cast off and set sail out into the unknown.

I calculated the distance to be around 870 miles, so without stopping while travelling at five knots would take a fraction over seven whole days, but I had to include time taken for sleeping though I did tend to spend more time dozing off in the cockpit as I steered the boat.

It took me all of twelve days to get to Kingston, Norfolk Island, the port for landing supplies from ships, though these are carried in by barges as the depth of water is too shallow allow ships to berth on the jetty there, though my small boat could. The time element had been lengthened by me getting caught in a squall that lasted half a day and all night, where I didn't get any sleep at all and had to hove to the following day with a sea anchor out for me to get some rest.

I can't say that I was made welcome there, not having obtained a visa, but after explaining that I was on a mission of mercy, heading for the New Hebrides, was allowed to purchase some fresh food and water, So I was only there for that one day, of course letting the Harbour Master back in Townsville know that I was still alive and setting off that evening for the islands to the north.