Chapter Four
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Despite the tropical heat, a shiver went through me as the dock slipped away in a cloud of black diesel smoke. Did my sudden chill signal excitement? Anticipation? A bit of apprehension? Probably all of the above. I had wanted a bit of adventure, and I was pretty sure that there would not be any disappointment on that score. The fact that Sam was along for the ride, well, that made it just about perfect. Maybe I was naive, but I did not really think that there was anything that we could not handle together.
It had not been terribly difficult to hire a suitable boat to take us to the site that we were planning to explore. I had the distinct impression that this particular provincial backwater attracted more than its share of layabouts and misfits, all of whom needed to occasionally earn some cash, and many of whom owned a boat or knew someone who did. Imagine a Far Eastern Mos Eisely and you're on the right track.
After talking with half a dozen prospects, Will finally settled on a beat-up trawler that was captained by a cigar-chewing Brit. His sun-weathered features were testimony to decades on the water, so experience would not be a worry. I never did catch his name, but he was assisted by his crew of two tow-headed Australian lads, Rory and Sean, who just called him "Cap'n". They were a couple of years older than Sam and I, but they clearly were in no hurry to settle down. They seemed to be pretty content to take life as it came, at least as long as it involved plenty of sun, seawater, and beer. I was grateful that they were also game to help us load all of our gear on the boat, especially after they skinned off their T-shorts, providing us plenty of opportunity to admire their tanned torsos. They had the organic musculature that comes only from plenty of hard physical work.
We had hoped to leave early enough in the morning that we could get to our destination and set up camp before nightfall, but a faulty fuse caused a delay in our departure, necessitating an overnight stay on the boat. As the sun approached the horizon, where sea and sky met, we dropped anchor in a small cove. The jungle spilled down all the way to the water, which was crystal clear and inviting. Sam and I did not hesitate for an instant to join Rory and Sean when they announced that they were going to jump in before preparing our evening meal. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Will repeatedly glancing our way as the four of us stripped off our clothes. I guessed that he wanted to join us, but he diligently kept sorting through his pile of maps and charts.
Both Rory and Sean would have been very popular at Idlewild. In addition to being tan, buff, and handsome in a slouchy kind of way, they were both impressively hung. Even better, neither of them seemed to be very shy about showing off their family jewels, which bounced heavily from side to side as they trotted to the railing and plunged into the water. Both were uncut, though Sean's foreskin was clearly longer than Rory's. As usual, I experienced a little feeling of envy about what they had that my parents had taken away.
The crystal-clear water was quite warm, although still refreshing in its own way, both to us and to the schools of fish that swam around. After listening to a noisy engine for six hours, it was fun to kick back and relax to the sounds of the birds and the waves. Will walked over to the railing and watched us splashing around, and I thought that he might be preparing to join us, but he seemed preoccupied with the business of our expedition. Despite the watery camaraderie we enjoyed as we horsed around, dunking each other, eventually Rory announced that he and Sean needed to pull some grub together or face a court martial, and they hauled themselves out of the water, offering Sam and me a nice view of their solid butts.
"Too bad they're not part of the team," Sam remarked as he swam over to where I was treading water.
I reached down and grabbed his bobbing cock. "Are you saying I'm not enough for you? Do you want to go gather bananas with them?"
He grinned. "Maybe I want to watch you working those manly behinds over. I bet you'd love to break them in for your prof."
I really could not argue with that.
Over our simple dinner of fish and rice the captain entertained us with tales of his time spent plying these waters, which apparently were populated by pirates, rebels, sharks, and plenty of corrupt government officials. He was a little unclear on exactly how he had ended up in Indonesia, and it would not have surprise me if it had involved a scrape with the law in at least one jurisdiction, and maybe more. When Will asked him about where we were going he nodded and took another puff on his pipe.
"Can't say I know the place well, but I've heard a few stories. The locals talk about the Ebu Gogo, midget people who you see there from time to time. Never seen one of Ôem meself, but I never claim that I've seen everything there is to be seen, neither."
"Midget people?" Sam blurted out. "You mean dwarves?"
"More like elves, I think. They ain't s'posed to be exactly human. There one minute and gone the next. Probably more scared of us then we would be of them. But I don't really know."
"Do you think they might just be monkeys?" I asked.
The Cap'n laughed. "Oh, you'll see plenty of them too. Damn pests. Can't leave anything out but they're into it. But these little people ain't monkeys, even if they ain't humans neither." He reached behind him and produced a bottle of whiskey. "Any of you want a nip before we batten down the hatches and get some shut-eye?"
The conversation moved on to a passionate debate among the Cap'n and his crew about the relative strengths and weaknesses of just about every rugby team in the Commonwealth. I did not have a lot to contribute on that topic, so I just kicked back, turned my gaze up to the unfamiliar stars in the southern sky, and wondered exactly where this trip was taking me. I felt like I was a long way from what we normally define as home, but as long as Sam was there, that did not really bother me.
I was still wondering later that night, as I lay out on top of my bedroll on the deck, next to Sam. His even breathing indicated that he was sound asleep, but for some reason I could not join him. Rory and Sean were also sacked out on the deck, since Will was occupying their cabin. In the dim starlight I could see that, like Sam, Rory was dead to the world. Sean, on the other hand, was even more restless than I. He tossed and turned for a while before finally reaching down into the waist of his shorts and exploring that territory. Keeping very still, I watched as he played with himself. Eventually I began to worry that he would cum in his shorts, but he calmed my fears when he very carefully pulled down his zipper, freeing what had by that point grown into a monster dick. Seeing it rear up as he gripped its base between his index and middle finger, I was a little disappointed that we would be arriving at our destination the next morning. I was even more disappointed when he nudged Rory awake, whispered something, and the sleepy mate began to blow his insomniac friend. Judging by the relative expertise, it looked like this was not the first time that had happened. And probably would not be the last. I hoped that there would be an opportunity at some point to make sure of that.