My First Year with Kevin

The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other medium without the written permission of its author.

My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate and Twin Spin in gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian.

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My First Year With Kevin

Chapter 10

After the first week of school, things fell into a very ordinary routine. Kevin had practice every day after school and got home around five. For a while he showered and dressed at school, but I had really gotten used to those sweaty encounters after practice during the summer, so I convinced him to wait and share all that sweat and grime with me. The aroma of his cock when it was dirty turned me on more than before, if that were possible. He always got a hard-on driving home from school, so the head of his cock was always slimy with precum, as well as with "cheese," by the time I wrapped my lips around it.

After a couple of weeks of blowjobs and occasional fucking after school, I discovered the joys of ass-licking. I would get Kevin on his back with his legs up almost to his shoulders, and I would get down between his ass cheeks and lick away. The taste and aroma were so powerfully masculine that a few times I came without any stimulation. I would always make sure he came after one of those sessions, but we'd still be horny when we went to bed.

Our friendship with Todd continued to develop, and, of course, we stayed in touch with Dave Browning. He was away at college, though, so we saw next to nothing of him during most of the fall. He came home for Colton's Homecoming events, but, other than that, Dave was a very fond memory who managed to send a few lines of e-mail from time to time.

Our big preoccupation that fall was what to do about college. The rumors about FSU being interested in Kevin turned out not to be rumors, and they did scout him. He was invited to the campus for a weekend, and I decided to go with him. He spent most of his time with coaches and the players, and he even slept in the athletic dorm instead of in the hotel with me. That was okay. It had to be; that's what they expected of him.

Frank and Denis put a lot of pressure on both of us to apply to Harvard. On a long weekend in October, the four of us flew to Boston and visited the campus. Kevin had reluctantly agreed to take the SAT in September, and he had scored a 1580 to my 1500. So we went to Cambridge armed with some pretty impressive academic credentials. There were eight freshmen from Colton there, and five from Newton, and those folks were very hospitable to us, even though I didn't know any of them. On the way home, we agreed to apply.

"That's wonderful, guys. You will never regret a Harvard education," Frank said.

"I think they should go for early decision," Denis said.

"Oh, absolutely. We can have this all settled by Christmas," Frank replied.

"Whooa," I said. "If we get accepted on early decision, we are pretty much honor bound to go there, aren't we? I mean, if FSU wants Kevin, they can't even sign him."

"What," Kevin said, in great surprise.

"That's the way it works, Babe," I said. "It's part of the NCAA rules, and Harvard and FSU both have to abide by it."

"Damn. That really shuts off my options," Kevin said.

"That's right."

"Aw, man. Why does this have to be so fucking complicated?"

"Because life is complicated," Frank said.

Kevin was quiet for a very long time. We were in first class, and our seats were separated from Frank's and Denis' by the aisle.

"I'm not going anywhere without you," he told me quietly. He took my hand, but I'm sure nobody noticed.

"I feel exactly the same way. What if you get accepted to Harvard and I don't? Ditto for FSU?"

"We'll stay home and go to the University of New Orleans."

"Frank and Denis would have a fucking fit if we did that," I said.

"So let 'em. It's our life and our love. I'm not good at hardship and sacrifice, not when it comes to us."

We talked about our options. None of them were good. If FSU wanted Kevin, he'd have to commit in March, almost a full month before Harvard sent out notices. Was he willing to be red-shirted for a year at FSU? Could we live together? For that matter, would we even see much of one another? At Harvard we'd have to live in one of the freshman houses on campus in a suite with two other guys, but at least they'd let us live in the same suite. Harvard had a football team, but it was essentially all walk-ons, and the quality of the coaching or the play wouldn't be nearly what he'd get at FSU. Every year, just about a third of the first string of the FSU team got drafted by the NFL, but Harvard hadn't sent anybody to the pros in four or five years. And did Kevin really want to play professional football? It took us from Boston to New Orleans to work it out, but, when we left the plane, we had a plan.

When we landed, we made a beeline for an outdoor smoking area and all lit up. When everybody was thoroughly calmed down by our doses of nicotine, we finally spoke.

"We have a plan," I said.

"A plan for what," Denis asked.

"For college."

"I thought that was all settled," he said.

"Not to us it wasn't, Denis," Kevin said. "Remember, we're in love; we're a couple just as much as you and Frank are, and we make life plans together. Now, do you want to hear what Matt is going to say?"

"Well, of course, we do," Denis said, speaking for both of them.

"Okay, here goes. First, we will apply to Harvard, but not for early decision. Second, we will also both apply to FSU. If FSU wants to sign Kevin in March to be on the regular team, he will sign with them, and we'll both go there. If they want him as a red-shirt freshman, he won't sign, but we'll tell them the verdict is still out. We'll wait for the Harvard acceptances to come out in April. If we both get accepted at Harvard, we'll go to Harvard. If only one of us gets accepted at Harvard, we'll both go to FSU and accept the red-shirt offer, even if a scholarship doesn't come with it. If FSU doesn't offer Kevin anything, we'll go to Harvard, if we're both accepted, or to UNO if one or both of us isn't."

I could almost see those two brilliant legal minds grinding away at the data I had just spewed out.

"What about Tulane," Denis asked.

"Or Tulane, or Loyola, or somewhere, but together. We won't be split up," I said.

"They've really thought this thing through, haven't they, my love," Frank said to Denis.

"Yes, my love, I think they're our boys. I doubt that you and I could have come up with a settlement that covered that many bases in the time we had on the plane. I think it's fair to all issues and individuals concerned."

"Matt forgot one part," Kevin said.

I looked at him stunned. I knew I had spelled out exactly what we had talked about and decided on.

"And what's that," Frank asked, sincerely interested.

"I really want to play football for Yale," Kevin said.

At first Frank and Denis looked at one another as though he had said he wanted to use his dead mother's skull as the practice ball. Then they realized it was more Kevin bullshit. I had noticed the slight, very slight, twitch on the right side of his mouth, and, apparently, they hadn't. When they realized he was teasing, the both roared with laughter, to the point that several other smokers looked at us with surprise.

"You asshole," Frank said and literally kicked Kevin gently in the ass.

"Hey, watch it," I said.

We all roared again.

With the college decision-making out of the way, we dutifully went about the business of applying for college. We had gotten application packets at Harvard, and they took forever to complete. We had to have transcripts, letters of recommendation, essays, and a bunch of bullshit that took up a lot of time we could have spent having fun. FSU allowed up to apply on line. They wanted transcripts and recommendations, too, but it could all be handled through e-mail or on line. We went ahead and applied at Tulane, Loyola, and UNO, as well, and we decided that if we went to a school in New Orleans, we'd find an apartment or small house close to campus. We even agreed we could go to different New Orleans colleges as long as we continued to live together. By Thanksgiving, we had it all completed, and we just had to sit back and wait to hear from the schools.

By the time Thanksgiving came around, the Colton Cowboys were undefeated in football, and Kevin was the star of the team. One Sunday, the Times-Picayune even did a feature story on him on the sports page. Our dads were billed as half-brothers, and Kevin and I were billed as cousins. Whatever. The reporter was gay, so we suspected he had put together the real story but had chosen to present us as more "wholesome" than we were, no doubt to please his readers.

Kevin and I both had the whole week of Thanksgiving off from school, so Frank and Denis planned a trip for us that was anything but a traditional Thanksgiving. They had heard about or read about a cruise service out of Key West that was gay-owed and gay-operated. The cruise was of the Caribbean, basically, although we would obviously have to go through part of the Gulf of Mexico to get there. It left on Sunday at noon, so we flew to Key West on Saturday. New Orleans was pretty warm, still, but we had already had a very light frost. Key West was purely tropical.

We knew that this would be the first cruise into the Caribbean for this boat in about six months. They had had two encounters with pirates that very year, and they had basically said "fuck it" to the week-long cruise thing until that week. They were headquartered at a gay nudist resort, but we didn't stay there. We had one-night rooms at a Holiday Inn for Saturday night, the day we flew in, and we checked out the next morning to make it to the cruise boat. Frank and Denis went their way Saturday night, and Kevin and I went ours. We had a blast, and we went to our first male strip show where guys got completely naked on stage, jerked off, and one guy let members of the audience who were close enough suck his cock. Needless to say, Kevin and I stayed hard while we were in that place, and that night we fucked each other's brains out.

The next morning we got up around 9:30, took quick showers and shaves, and met Frank and Denis in the lobby at ten to check out. They were still serving breakfast in the hotel restaurant, so Kevin and I had a very hearty breakfast buffet. Denis reminded us that there would be food on the boat so he didn't have to stock up for the week, and Kevin flicked him off. Everybody laughed.

The two guys who ran the boat were young: Rick, the captain, was about 25 or 26, and the first mate, whose name also happened to be Kevin, was our age. He would turn 19 in December. They were both hot as firecrackers, and they both had very deep tans. When we introduced ourselves, we used our last names, of course. Rick got a kind of stricken look on his face.

"So, how are y'all related," he asked.

"We're not, actually," Frank said. "Well, that's not entirely true. Kevin, here, is my son, and his lover, Matt, is Denis' son. Denis is my lover. But the last name of Smyth is purely coincidental. Denis and I were roommates in college, and our sons really just got to know one another, for the second time in their lives, in June."

I noticed Rick's face take a dive. I didn't know why, at the time, but I later found out.

Two more guys joined us. One was a computer programmer from St. Louis. He was probably thirty, nicely built but balding a little. He had an open, friendly face and demeanor, and he smiled readily. He seemed a little shy, though.

The other guy was a teacher from Atlanta. He was very easy on the eyes, nicely built, and it was pretty obvious he worked out. He was probably twenty-six or twenty-seven. They were Don and Irv, respectively, and I thought we had a pretty congenial group.

I had no idea of what to expect on the trip, but Kevin told me he knew a guy who had been on one of these cruises before. He said nudity was the norm, and group sex happened often at night.

"There's no way in hell I'm having sex with you or anybody in front of my dad-er, Denis," I had said.

"Why the hell not? You don't think he knows what you and I do?"

"Well, he probably does, but..."

"Don't anxiety-attack on me, please, Babe. Let's just play it by ear."

"Okay. I trust you. You know him better than I do. If you think it's cool to do something in front of them, I'll do it. I trust you, Kevin. Completely." He kissed me after I had said that.

"I won't betray that trust, Babe. I think you know that."

"Yeah, I do."

We motored out of the harbor, and then Kevin, the First Mate, set the sails. Once we were out of sight of land, my Kevin took off his shirt, then his shorts, then his briefs. In other words, he got naked.

"I want an all-over tan," he said, to no one in particular.

"Oh, what the hell. We've all got the same stuff. I'm getting an all-over tan, too," Frank said.

That was apparently the signal for all of us, and, within seconds, everybody was nude.

Kevin and I still had the vestiges of all-over tans from the summer, so we didn't bother with sun screen or anything. In fact, we had no tan lines.

We lounged around on the deck in adjustable chairs, and we sort of paired off. Don and Irv didn't know one another, but it was obvious they were interested in one another. Frank and Denis chatted, and Kevin and I talked. In a half hour or so, the other Kevin and Rick came back to join us.

"Let me go over what's going to happen," Rick said. We were all ears.

"First of all, cruising is the vacation; we're not on a boat ride to get to our vacation. So, just lie back and enjoy the boat.

"Second, we'll be stopping periodically to swim, snorkel, dive-if any of you dive-camp out on some deserted islands that aren't even on the charts. Some of these islands are spectacular with mountains and waterfalls.

"Third, the only rule is that you respect one another. A hard-on doesn't necessarily mean a guy's coming on to you, especially these pups," he said, indicating the two Kevins and me. "Hell, this guy is hard about twenty-three hours a day," and he ruffled the other Kevin's hair. We all laughed.

"I think this is the first time we've had two Kevins on board at the same time, so my Kevin-and, yes, he and I are lovers, but very open to our guests, wink-wink, nudge-nudge." We laughed.

"His last name is Maxwell, so he and I decided we'd call him Max or Maxie on this trip. His friends used to call him that in high school, not that he had many friends. That will avoid confusion, at least if we can remember that that's his name for this trip."

Kevin and I chuckled at that comment about that guy not having many friends in high school. He was fucking beautiful.

"Anyway, there's plenty of beer and liquor, which you should feel free to help yourself to anytime, and there are also a bunch of snacks in these cabinets"-he indicated the ones around the deck with a gesture-"and that's where the booze is, too. So, guys, welcome aboard and have fun."

Kevin, or Max, started passing out beers to those of us who wanted one. I was really thirsty, for some reason, but I opted for a Coke. I knew that if I drank beer to quench my thirst, I'd be drunk on my ass before too long.

While Max passed out the drinks, Kevin and I took him in. He was really cut and well built, he had a huge uncut cock (just like my Kevin), he had two nipple rings and a Prince Albert piercing in his dick. His dick was moist looking, and, when he gave me my Coke, I saw that he had just come. He was one fucking hot dude, and I started swelling a little. I checked Kevin's dick, and his was putting on weight, too. Rick was also well built, but his muscle lacked Max's definition. They both had really dark, deep tans.

In about an hour, Max said there was probably a school of dolphin nearby waiting for us. He handed out binoculars so we could search for them, and Kevin spotted them first.

"Oh, wow, man. Look at 'em," he said, excitedly, as he directed us to where they were.

"Would you guys like to swim with the dolphins," Rick asked.

We all said we would.

He pointed the boat in their direction, and, when we were close, he dropped anchor.

We spent close to two hours in the water with those guys, and we had a ball. They were friendly and cute, and they seemed to know how to play with humans. Rick told us later that that school always met them around that time on the first day of the cruise.

When we got out, we all showered. Fresh water was limited, of course, so we wetted down, soaped up, and then washed off the soap. The older guys went first, and that left Kevin, Max, and me on the lower deck by ourselves.

"You guys ever have an enema," Max asked. "It can be pretty hot," he said.

We shook our heads no. Actually, Kevin and I had given each "piss enemas," but I didn't bother to mention that.

He picked up a special nozzle and told us it was to clean out our asses. "Who knows what will be up those things later tonight, and we want them squeaky clean," he said. "Let me fill you up. If you get hard, so be it. I'm pretty sure I will. I always do. Hold the water in you, though, and we'll all let it out together. I'm gonna jerk off, but you guys do whatever you want to."

"Me first," Kevin said, and Max loaded him up. Sure enough, he got rock hard, and his skin pulled back all the way.

I was next, and my cock got hard, too. Then Max did himself, and his cock reacted like Kevin's. All three of us stuck our asses over the side of the boat.

"Try to let it out slowly," Max said. "That's the best."

I was in the middle. When I started letting out the water, Max reached over and took my cock into his hand and started jerking it. I took his and Kevin's in my hands, and we jerked each other off with our asses stuck out over the sea. All three of us came really hard, but I was able to manage not to shoot. I had been practicing that since sex camp the summer before, and I was able to do it almost every time. I noticed neither of the other guys shot, either.

"I ain't fucking believing this, dudes. Y'all both came, but neither one of you shot cum. That's fucking amazing."

"You didn't shoot either, and I know you came," I said to him.

"Yeah, I know. I've been working on that for almost a year. Rick's to the point where he can do it about half the time. Do you guys always orgasm that way."

"Sometimes we shoot," Kevin said.

"No, I mean, do y'all have that kind of control whenever you want to?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Goddamn, I'm in paradise, man. I am a certified masseur, and I also give erotic Tantric massages. You guys are two in a million. I can't fucking believe it. This cruise is gonna be fun, man. Damn."

"That was great," I said. "Can we do it again?"

"Oh, hell, yeah," Max said, and he started stroking me again.

"No, I meant with the water."

"Oh, sure."

We did the enema thing two more times, and each time my orgasm was strong and longer than it had been the time before. None of us shot cum, but I could tell from the two dicks I was stroking that those guys came harder each time, too."

"Kev-vin! I mean, Maxxxxx. Get your ass up here."

It was Rick calling Max.

"I've got to go guys and get dinner ready. We'll do this again," he said with a ready grin.

Once he had gone up, Kevin and I had time to talk.

"What a nice guy," Kevin said, immediately.

"Yeah, and he's really hot, too. I'm sure you noticed his piercings. They look really cool, don't they?"

"Yeah, they do. We're going to have to talk to him about them. I love the way his dick looks. Do you?"

"Looking at it made me start to get hard, earlier."

"I noticed," Kevin said. "Me, too." Then he kissed me, and we went up to the deck where everyone else was.

Kevin and I were both about half hard, but that didn't seem to matter to anyone. Max was busy taking drink orders, and Kevin and I ordered our usuals-a Bombay martini for him, bourbon and 7-Up for me.

"It was great swimming with the dolphins, wasn't it," Kevin asked, of no one in particular.

"It sure was. I had done that once before, but this was the best," Irv said.

"Say, Irv, what do you teach," I asked.

"I teach high school. AP English Lit. Did either of you guys take that when you were in high school?"

We looked at one another and decided to bluff it.

"Yeah, we both did," I said. "I got a 5 on the exam, but he only got a 3."

Kevin punched me, and Frank and Denis started laughing.

"Did I miss something funny," Irv asked.

"They're taking it now," Frank said. "They're both seniors."

"Oh, really," Irv said. He looked a little distressed.

"We're both eighteen, though," I said. "So we're legal."

"But you guys look and act older, especially you, Kevin."

I knew he wanted to stick his tongue out at me or flip me off or something, but that would have been immature and, therefore, would have negated the compliment Irv had just given him.

"What are you guys doing about college," Irv asked.

We told him the story of all that we had been through.

"Well, I'm impressed. The closest I ever got to Harvard was a tee shirt a friend of mine brought me as a souvenir from some trip he went on."

"Yeah, but what about FSU," Kevin asked.

"Wrong conference. I went to the University of Georgia."

"Oh, SEC. Good conference. I'm glad we didn't join it, though."

"What's this 'we' all about," Frank asked. We had been through that at least a dozen times before.

" 'We' FSU, Frank. You know what I'm talking about."

"Yes, I do, and it scares me," Frank replied.

"I take it you're holding out for Harvard," Irv asked.

"Yes. We both are. That's our alma mater, for both undergrad and law school. And their mothers both went to Radcliffe before the schools merged."

Just about then, Max came back on deck with a tray of hors d'oeuvres and set them down on a table. Kevin and I were sitting on the deck, but we moved into chairs. Kevin sat close to the edge of his, and his dick hung over it. He was fully soft by then, and his skin was pulled all the way forward. Still, it was a very sexy sight, and I suspected he was doing it for my benefit-or for Irv's. Irv noticed, too.

"How'd you escape the knife, man," Irv asked.

"What? This?" Kevin pulled his foreskin out its full length, and I thought I heard a tiny gasp come from Irv. "I can push it back." Then he pushed it back behind the head of his penis, and it stayed in place. I had seen him do that before, and, the only other time I had seen it, it stayed that way for hours.

Kevin was just about pure devil at times, and I could tell that was going to be one of those times. He started contracting his internal muscles, and his cock bounced up and down on the deck chair. Irv's cock got a little thicker and a little longer as he watched him do that, entranced.

"Cut it out, asshole. You're going to give me a hard-on," I said.

"Cut what out?"

Frank and Denis, no doubt out of embarrassment, had gotten up a few minutes before and were standing on the other side of the boat, out of sight and out of earshot.

"Bouncing your fucking cock like you're doing. It's distracting as hell."

"I'm rather enjoying it, personally," Don said. "It looks like his muscles inside are as well developed as his muscles outside."

Kevin nonchalantly started fooling with the ring in his left nipple, and his cock started growing. Oh, God, I thought, please don't let him or me get hard. When Kevin got a hard-on, his cock would grow to its full length before it started thickening up. That's what happened then, when he played with his nipple. He really put on a show. Poor Irv got hard as a rock, and crossing his legs didn't conceal it one bit. Don got hard, too, and, in a minute, I joined them. Kevin pulled his foreskin over the head of his penis, and he made it start to get to its ordinary six soft inches. Just then Rick came on deck with Max right behind him. Rick saw the three of us with hard-ons, and he laughed.

"Looks like y'all have already started the fun. Dinner won't be ready for a half hour yet."

"It's all Kevin's fault," I said. I wasn't really embarrassed, but it was just a little awkward.

"What," Max said, incredulously.

"Not you, Max. Him. That Kevin," I said.

"Him? He's not even hard," Rick said. It was almost like there was a conspiracy between Kevin and Rick, and it was pretty cute. "Whatcha been doing, sport? Telling nasty stories?"

"I don't know what the fuck's going on here, man," Kevin said to Rick. "I was looking over there at the sun going down, and, first thing I know, these guys are hard. What'd I miss?"

"You asshole," I said, jokingly, of course.

"Well, boys, if our cruises are about anything, they're about hard-ons, so enjoy." With that, Rick poured himself a healthy drink and made an equally healthy one for Max.

"Look over there," Max said, excitedly.

We all turned in the direction he pointed, just in time to see the sun hit the water. It was only about 4:45, but winter comes to the tropics, too, in a way. Rick and Max both said "hsssssssssssssss," as though the hot sun were really hitting the water. We all laughed hard, and Frank and Denis must have heard us because they came back to where we were just then. I noticed both of them were a little distended in the pee-pee department, too. I probably should have been embarrassed, but Kevin's attitude with them was so open and equal that a lot of it had rubbed off on me.

I don't know if Denis noticed my condition or not, but, as soon as they got back, he said, "Fix your old man another drink, will you, Matt?"

"I'll get it," Max said.

"No. Let Matt do it. He knows the proportions I like."

Fuck it, I thought. I stood up with my hard-on sticking out like a flag pole, walked over to him to get his glass, made his drink, and handed it back to him.

"I think he's catching on, Frank," Denis said.

"Yep. I think so, too."

Later, when we were by ourselves and I asked Kevin about that, he told me Frank and Denis had been a little worried that I was uncomfortable around them naked or when somebody made a wisecrack about sex. They had been pleased to see that I was becoming less inhibited around them.

"I was working hard at getting pissed off at you for doing what you did, Babe, but I guess I really can't now, can I," I said after he told me that.

"Nope," he said. "You proved tonight that you aren't afraid of your sexuality, like they had worried you were. From now on, promise me you'll get hard in front of them if you have to. Will you, Babe?"

He said that in a way that was totally irresistible to me. I knew then that I had the cutest and sexiest boyfriend on the planet, and I loved him for being himself.

Dinner was good. We had grilled steaks, stuffed baked potatoes, a salad, and cheesecake for dessert. We also had a pretty good-tasting wine. We had metal flatware, but everything else, including the wine glasses, was disposable, so it didn't take Rick and Max any time to get things "squared away," as they put it.

It was very dark by the time we had finished eating, and the emergency running lights had come on by themselves. We were still under sail, though, something which I didn't understand but wanted to know about. After coffee and cigarettes and another round of drinks, Rick and Max got busy with the sails, and they dropped the anchor for the night. They moved the deck chairs back and unfolded from a storage compartment a large vinyl-covered mat. Then they set the chairs back around the edges of the mat. We went back to that area and took seats, and Max emerged from below deck with a guitar. He and Rick sat on the mat, and Rick kind of stretched out. Kevin and I joined Rick, and Kevin's dick flopped around and finally lit, with the very tip touching the mat. Mine and Rick's were about the same size, and ours didn't do that.

Max strummed his guitar. "Y'all know who Jimmy Buffett is, of course. Well, I've always liked his singing, so I've learned a few of his songs. Would you like to hear some?"

"He's one of my fucking favorites, man," Kevin said. "I've been to his place called Margaritaville on Decatur Street in New Orleans about a dozen times. I even saw him there, once."

"You never told me that," I said to Kevin.

"There's a lot I haven't told you. But I will, eventually." He gave me a quick kiss on my lips, and I wasn't even phased by it, even in front of all those people.

"Well, before this turns into an orgy," Max said...Everybody laughed, including me. "I thought I'd sing a few songs from ole Jimmy's collection of greats. Are y'all cool with that?"

"Absolutely," Don said. He hadn't spoken much at all since we came on board.

"Yeah," several others said.

"Good," he said, "cause if y'all weren't okay with that, me and Rick would have to make your asses walk the fucking gang plank. Cause there ain't nothing else to do. Yet." The way he said "yet" and the look on his face made us all laugh. He was a cutie, no doubt. He also had a awesome voice, and he seemed to know every Buffett song there was. We sat enwrapped for well over an hour.

"Y'all excuse me while I take a leak off the port side." He got up to leave, and Kevin and I joined him.

"You've got an awesome voice, man. Really great," I said.

"Thanks, man," he said.

He then put his dick on top of the rail, and my Kevin, the other "big boy" on board, did the same. They were almost identical in the cock department, and Max was uncut, too. I noticed he pulled his foreskin back and moved the ring in his dick off to the side to piss. They pissed golden arches into the night while I snuck my measly two-and-a-half inches under the rail.

"You've got an awesome cock, too," Kevin said.

"I've been checking you out too, boy," Max replied, "and you ain't half bad yourself. Not that size matters to me. Look at Rick."

"And obviously not to him, either," I added quickly.

They both laughed.

"I was talking more about that ring you've got. That looks so fucking hot, man. Does it do you any good for sex?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, grinning.

"How?"

"Well, it's more stimulation for me, but my partner really gets off on it in anal sex."

"Like on his prostate," Kevin said. "Damn, I hadn't thought of that."

"Yep, that's what it does," Max said. "For me it's probably more fun when I get sucked, but it's pretty good up a guy's ass, too."

"I'm getting one," Kevin announced. "Did it hurt a lot?"

"Really, not much at all. I was surprised. Did it hurt you when you got this thing," Max asked, pulling on Kevin's nipple ring.

"Not really."

"Well, you're probably a natural. What about you, Matt? You want one, too?"

"I'll get one if Kevin does. I'll also get a second nipple ring, but I won't get a tattoo."

"By the way, dude, that is a fucking cool tat you're wearing."

"Thanks, Max. I notice Rick has one. Where's yours?"

By then we had finished pissing, of course, and we were just standing under the light, shooting the shit.

"Well, I wanted one just like his. Then I got to thinking, guys who come on cruises with us probably won't remember our names, but they might remember the guy with the tattoo and the guy with the PA. So, I decided on the PA. Besides, it's reversible, and tattoos aren't."

Kevin explained about his being medical skin dye, rather than a real tattoo. Max had never heard of such a thing, but he seemed interested.

"Can I touch it," Kevin asked, out of the blue.

"What? My PA? Sure."

Kevin took Max's cock into his hand and played with the ring. Max started to get hard, and I figured Kevin wanted it up his ass.

"I'm going to go back up, guys," I said.

"No, stay," Max insisted. "I know he wants me to fuck him, but I'd like to fuck you, too. Please stay down here with us."

"Yeah, please stay, Matt," Kevin said. I wasn't his slave, but I wanted my man to be happy. I stayed.

Kevin got Max hard in no time, and, in no time, he was hard himself. He got down on his knees and took Max's cock into his mouth. He tried to deep throat him, but he gagged.

"Don't try that with the ring in me, Kev. It's just too much, man."

Kevin was persistent, though, and, within two minutes, he had Max's cock down his throat.

"Wow. Nobody has been able to do that before," Max said. Then, "I want to come, okay? I won't shoot."

Kevin surfaced for air a time or two, and then he let Max orgasm in his mouth and throat. By then, Kevin's cock was at full erection, and his skin was pulled all the way back.

"Fuck me now, man," Kevin said. He leaned over the rail, and Max entered his asshole. I could tell Kevin was at a dimension of pleasure he'd never been at with me in him, and I made up my mind right there that I would get a PA piercing, even if Kevin backed out.

Max fucked him for a while, and Kevin orgasmed but didn't shoot cum. Max climaxed another time himself, and I assumed he didn't shoot either. They kept it up a while longer, and Kevin climaxed three more times in rapid succession.

Max gently pulled out of him.

"You want some of this," he asked me.

By then I was as hard as the deck rail so, of course, I said yes. He got me into the same position Kevin had taken, and he entered me. I felt the ring immediately, and I, too, had the sensation of being in paradise. I came once without shooting, and Max came inside me, too. Then Kevin got on the deck under me and took my cock into his mouth. The stimulation was more than I could handle, and, after fifteen or twenty strokes from Max, I shot my load into Kevin's mouth. We all flopped onto the deck, our backs resting against the guard rail.

"I want me one of these things," Kevin said, crooking Max's ring with his little finger. "I don't care how much it fucking hurts."

I was still in a daze from my brain-blasting orgasms, so what he said didn't register at first. Then I realized what he meant. He wanted me to have the same kind of pleasure Max had given each of us. I was so overcome with emotion and love that I leaned across Max, who was between us, and kissed Kevin long and wet and hard.

"I sense love here," Max said when we finally broke our kiss.

"You're goddamn fucking straight on that one, Maxie," Kevin said. It wasn't exactly eloquent, but what he said brought me very near to tears of joy.

In a few minutes, Max said he wanted a drink and a smoke.

"Do y'all want to go back up there," he asked.

"Not especially," I said, answering for both of us.

"Let me go see what's going on.

Max was gone for about three minutes. He returned with a fresh box of Marlboro Reds, a lighter, a full bottle of scotch, and Rick.

"What's going on up there," Kevin asked.

"Frank and Denis have gone to bed. I guess they figured the party was over. Or maybe they wanted to start a party of their own," Rick said. We all laughed.

"And Don and Irv were getting mighty serious in a conversation. They'll be fucking before the hour's over," Max said.

"Meanwhile, you guys have been down here having all the fun, leaving me to count my pubic hairs," Rick said. We laughed.

"Yup," Max said.

"Gimme a smoke and crack open that fucking bottle," Kevin said. Max complied with his polite request, and we all lit up. The bottle started with Max, and he took a swig. Next it went to Rick, who up-ended it. Then it came to me.

"Drink up, pussy," Kevin said. Then, "He hasn't cultivated a taste for scotch yet. But it's good, isn't it, guys?"

They both agreed. I dutifully took a sip, and it burned my mouth and throat. But it wasn't as bad tasting as I had thought.

Kevin bubbled the bottle, as Rick had done, and he passed it back down the line.

"So, do you guys just do this all the time, like for your job," I asked.

"No. We used to," Rick said, "but we ran into pirates twice. The last time was last June. They almost cut his nuts off, and I said 'fuck it; I'm out of this business.'"

"Pirates? Really," Kevin asked.

"Well, yeah. They were drug smugglers, really, but they boarded us uninvited, held us at gunpoint, and made Kevin here-I mean, Max-do some stuff that was just awful. So we said to hell with it. But the Caribbean is safe this time of year. Plus, I've installed some new radar warning technology. Don't worry, boys."

"Worry? Hell, that sounds like a fucking adventure to me," Kevin said.

"Well, it was a nightmare," Rick said.

"What do you say about it, Kevin," my Kevin asked.

"Except for what they made me do, it was an adventure."

"What the fuck did they make you do? Gimme a smoke, please." Kevin lit up.

"Okay, to fully understand this, you have to know our full story. You up for that," Rick asked.

"Oh, hell yeah," Kevin replied.

"Okay. Here goes. Kevin's grandmother was once married to my father. My dad is dead now, but Kevin's dad and I were once step-brothers."

"Whoooa," my Kevin said.

"Yeah, but he was a married adult with children, and I was a little kid," Rick said. "We even lived in different cities.

"Last Christmas I went to Panama City where they live to be with family for the holidays for the first time in six or seven years. I met Kevin, and it was love at first sight. For both of us. He wasn't out at the time, but I had been out down here, in Key West, I mean, for years. Anyway, I had just lost my lover, who also happened to be my First Mate. Kevin had graduated from high school the week before Christmas, so I convinced him to come down here with me."

"It didn't take a lot of convincing," Kevin-or Max-said.

"Anyway, he passed his First Mate's license, and our business was off and running again. On our fourth cruise out..."

"I think it was our fifth," Kevin/Max said.

"Fourth, fifth, whatever, we run into these three dumb-fuck brothers who are drug runners. They tried to steal our boat, but we bested them and set them adrift in their boat, all tied up and naked. One of them fucked Kevin before we could overpower them."

"Yeah, and he was my best ever. Big, thick cock, dripping with juice..."

"Shut the fuck up, asshole," Rick said, but I could tell it was the way my Kevin and I talked to one another.

"So, anyway," Rick continued, "we didn't go out for a few months. Kevin got a massage therapist license, learned how to do some fucking awesome erotic massages, and we bought into the gay nudist resort where we live."

"Goddamn," I said. "You guys were busy."

"Yep, and we also had the boat overhauled and redecorated after like twenty years," Kevin/Max said.

"This boat is fucking great, man. Y'all really did a fabulous job on it," Kevin said.

"Thanks. We had three or four cruises. In the meantime, Kevin found out his parents had split up, his dad was gay, and his dad was living with his business partner, who Kevin had always known as Uncle Stan. Well, one day we get this e-mail from George, my ex-step-brother and Kevin's dad, saying he and Stan want to go on a cruise. Kevin was nervous as hell about it, but I assured him it was all about affirming his adulthood and his masculinity and his gayness. I think that helped him."

"It damn sure did. I was freaked about being naked in front of my dad, especially with a hard-on. I couldn't have done then what you did tonight, Matt," Kevin/Max said. "My hat's off to you, buddy." As he said that, he pulled back his foreskin. Naturally, we all laughed.

"Come on. Get back to the story," Kevin said. "This sounds really good."

"Well," Rick said, "by sheer coincidence, we had two father-son combinations on that same trip. The two dads were lovers, and the two boys had been friends something like ten years before, but they hadn't seen one another in all that time. Everyone was gay, of course."

"Cut to the fucking chase," Kevin/Max said.

"Okay, okay. The pirates boarded us, held us at gunpoint, and made Kevin's dad suck his cock when they found out they were father and son."

"Damn," I said.

"No shit," Kevin echoed.

"Worse than that, though, they made Kevin fuck his own dad."

I didn't know what to say, and neither did Kevin. It was a very awkward silence. Then finally Kevin spoke.

"I guess when you guys found out about our relationships this afternoon you kind of freaked."

"I started to call the whole fucking thing off and give y'all double your money back," Rick said.

"I can see why, man," I said.

"Me, too," Kevin echoed. "But how'd they make your dad suck you off and you fuck him?"

"He sucked me off at gunpoint. Literally. To his head. I urged him to do it, and so did my Uncle Stan," Kevin/Max said. "Then they made me fuck him. That's when I got this." Kevin/Max raised his leg to show us the scar at the base of his cock where they had cut him.

"I saw that, and it was awful, but they made us get into their boat. Their intentions were to tie us up and set us adrift, which would have probably killed us from exposure. But I dove into the water and all but Kevin and his dad escaped."

"Yeah, but Dad and I finally knocked them out and tied them up. I called the Coast Guard-e-mailed them, actually-and they were all over us in no time. Those three guys were on FBI Most Wanted lists or something, and they're all doing life sentences in Iowa."

"Goddamn! That's a fucking unbelievable story, man," Kevin said.

"Well, believe it, brother, because every word is true," Rick said.

"Oh, man, I didn't mean I didn't believe it. Hell, he's got the scars to prove it. I just meant it was like your worst nightmare."

"Yeah. That it was," Kevin/Max said.

"You think it could happen again," Kevin asked. I couldn't read his tone of voice. There was something in it that made me think he wished we would have some kind of encounter with pirates.

"Naw, it can't happen again," Rick said. And it didn't. The rest of our cruise was like being in paradise. When we got back to Key West, Kevin/Max took us to the Hole in One tattoo parlor and piercing shop, and Kevin and I both got our other nipple pierced and a Prince Albert put into our dicks. Neither one of us suffered much pain, and it was fun giving each other what Rick called saliva therapy. We flew back to New Orleans on Sunday, and Monday morning Kevin and I got up for school.