The Sandpiper
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Chapter 5
Singh turned out to be an excellent cook too. The first dinner he helped Andy prepare was very much Indian in origin and tasted wonderful. He commented he could make even better if he had some of the exotic spices available in his country.
"Jake, I think we need to slow down and smell the roses. What say we cruise from say 8AM until around 4 PM and then stop and enjoy the evening. We can stop at any bay or small town."
"Yeah that sounds like a good idea. I just thought you were in a hurry to get home."
"No real need. It will give everyone a chance to enjoy themselves more."
The trip took on a more holiday atmosphere. I was in no hurry and so we enjoyed the cruise. We were still checked on occasion by customs or police, but for the most part were left alone. We were all just one happy family or so I thought.
Late one evening after everyone had retired, Jake and I were sitting on the aft deck enjoying the cool evening.
"Ed, I hate to bring this up, but I think we may have a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"Well Ed, its about Singh." "Singh? What is the problem?"
"We it's not exactly Singh, it's Esosa and the way he treats Singh."
"Okay, tell me. I want everyone happy on this boat and if one of the crew is causing problems I want to know about it."
"Ed, Esosa treats Singh as his very own slave, to do with as he wishes, anytime he wishes. Him and Andy almost got into a fight yesterday when Esosa pulled Singh out of the galley to use him. Singh was in the middle of cooking dinner and Esosa took him away to fuck him. Also Esosa does not do a single thing on this boat except share your bed. He thinks he is above all that because he is with you. Something has to change Ed."
"Okay Jake I will talk to Esosa and Singh tomorrow."
"Thanks Ed. I, like you just want everything to run smoothly."
"Glad you brought it up and I hope you will bring up any other problems that come up."
I headed for my stateroom. Esosa was fucking Singh when I got there. I had a shower and climbed into bed. Esosa usually greeted me when I came to bed, but tonight it appeared like he was already asleep. Singh was lying with his eyes open. It looked like he had been crying. I pulled him into my arms and held him as I went to sleep.
Singh was already up when I got up in the morning. Esosa was showering, so I just pulled on shorts and headed up for coffee. After grabbing a coffee I headed up to the flying bridge. Singh was sitting alone in one of the chairs.
"Morning Singh."
He never even acknowledged me. I walked over in front of him. Lifted his chin up so I could look in his eyes. "Your not very happy are you son?"
I looked at his eyes and tears started down his face. I pulled him up and wrapped my arms around him.
"It's the way Esosa is treating you, isn't it?"
He never said anything, just continued to cry.
"It's going to change today Singh. No one on my boat is going to any ones slave for any reason. I will not have it. Esosa is just going to have to like it or else."
Or else what though. Damn I really liked to be fucked and suck Esosa. But if that was the problem, then I was going to have change the way I thought and did things. If Esosa thought Singh was onboard to be his personal sex slave, he had another thought coming damned quick.
I stormed off the bridge.
Esosa, Jake and Brian were sitting in the lounge drinking coffee when I walked in.
"Where's Singh?" Esosa asked.
No good morning, no nothing. I was very surprised. I didn't answer him and when he went to get up.
"Sit." I ordered him.
"Why do you think you are on board this boat Esosa?"
"To be your bed partner. You like my big dick and ass."
"So what is Singh on this boat for?"
"He's my boy toy. You bought him for me and told me he could be my slave boy." "I didn't buy him. I did buy the five nights we both enjoyed his company, but he came on board willingly. He is not now or anytime in the future any ones, including your sex slave. No one was forced on board this boat and so everyone is equal."
"If that is way you feel, then we will be leaving this yacht."
"Whose we?" I asked.
"Myself and Singh."
"Well I think you will be leaving, but Singh will have a choice. You don't own him."
"Fuck you Ed. I'll take Singh no matter what you say."
"Well I can be sure of one thing right now. I won't be fucking you anymore and you will not be fucking with Singh."
"And how do you think you are going to stop me."
"Jake, Brian, take this asshole downstairs and lock him up in the paint locker."
When I said that Esosa started cussing and yelling at me. Jake and Brian grabbed him and wrestled him down to the small paint locker.
Fuck, what a mess. I was so pissed I got up and poured myself a stiff drink. Then sat down to brood over this situation. Jake came up and sat back down. He never even mentioned the fact that I was drinking at 8 in the morning.
"What now Ed?"
"Well it is obvious he has to go. How far are we from Colombo Sri Lanka?"
"About one and half days at full speed cruise."
"Okay. Colombo it is, as fast as we can get there."
I headed back up to the flying bridge. I walked up to Singh and leaned over and kissed his damp cheek.
"You will never have to sleep with anyone, you don't chose anymore Singh. Esosa will be leaving the Sandpiper, when we reach Colombo Sri Lanka."
"But I thought you were in love with Esosa Sir."
"Singh, it's Ed and yes I thought I was in love with him too. However I think what I was in love with was his big cock. I readily admit I really enjoyed getting fucked by him and sucking his great cock, but I think it was lust, not love. After totaling ignoring me last night and this morning, I finally came to the conclusion that it was nothing more than lust."
This time it was him who reached up and hugged me.
"You would actually get rid of him instead of me?"
"Singh, you can come and go as you please. I will not hold you here if you want to leave. Nor will I make you sleep with me or anyone else. It has to be your choice and your choice alone. No one on my yacht is a slave or ever will be a slave. When Esosa told me, all he considered you to be was his boy toy and sex slave, that just ended anything I wanted to do with Esosa."
"Thank you Ed. I would very much like to stay, if you will have me. I like everybody and especially you."
"I like you too Singh."
Jake hit the intercom.
"Hang on up there, I am going to maximum cruise."
"Wow!" was all Singh said as the boat picked up speed very fast.
I held onto him until we were cruising about 90 knots. Singh reached up and kissed me on the cheek and then headed down to the galley. I stayed on the flying bridge for a while and then went down to my cramped office. I figured I owed Esosa about 1650 dollars in wages and figured I would buy him a ticket to where ever he wanted to go. If back to Europe, that would be close to 2 grand one way. I figured I would let Esosa stew for the day and night and talk to him before we arrived in Colombo the next day.
For the rest of the day Singh doted on me. He made sure I always had a cold beer and snacks close at hand while I lounged on the aft deck. That night, I never asked but Singh joined me in bed. We just slept in each others arms. I really did like his small smooth body next to me.
When I woke up Singh asked me if I wanted him to wash my back in the shower.
"I always shower at night before bed Singh."
"I will be here to help you Ed." He headed up to the galley.
After breakfast I went down to talk to Esosa. I told him the amount of money he coming and said I would buy him a ticket to anywhere he wanted to go except the USA or Canada. He decided France. He only spoke in mono syllables. I told him we would take him to the airport in Colombo and make sure he made his flight.
I told Jake to unload the Rover as soon as we were in port. Then he and Brian could take Esosa to the airport. We were still about 4 hours out. Jake also said we could be in Colombo for a while. A Typhoon was brewing and moving up in to the Bay of Bengal.
I booked Esosa a flight via Colombo, Mumbai, and Cairo to Paris France. Total one way fare 2300 USD. I used one of my many credit cards to prepay the flight. He could pick up his ticket at the Air India counter at the airport. I pulled out the 1650 dollars US I owed him and stuffed it in an envelope. Andy and Singh packed all his clothes and brought his bag up to the lounge.
After clearing customs, we docked at the main Civilian Marina. Very few boats in the marina I saw. Jake unloaded the Rover and then we let Esosa take shower and change. I gave him his money. He never spoke a word the whole time. It was just fine with me. Jake and Brian took him to the airport. When Jake got back, he told me there was very heavy military presence in the city. Could be the reason, not to many tourists here.
The typhoon hit the next day and although not aimed at Sri Lanka, we did get the rain. It was so heavy at times you couldn't see 30 feet. Nothing to do but stay on board and get some work caught up. Although Singh had been sleeping with me every night, we had yet to have sex. I found in my office an old log of my late Uncle. It showed he had been Sri Lanka on many occasions in the past, but never on the Sandpiper. He also always only docked at one Port. A place called Surnabia on the East coast. As I cleaned out his office, I found a whole bunch of file folders, each with the name of a port he had visited. I looked for Surnabia, pulled it out and sat down to read.
Surnabia was obviously a very important stop for my late Uncle. From what I could figure he had spent almost half million dollars while in port there over several years. I wondered what was so important about that particular place. Well one sure way to find out, go visit the place. I called up to Jake and asked if he had maps and charts for the east coast of Sri Lanka. He said he would check and if not get some from the port authority.
After cleaning a whole shit load of old junk from office, and shredding most, finished my reports of income and expenses for Uncle Sam when and if he asked. After a nice dinner and few drinks turned in early. Singh was waiting when I got my stateroom. After helping me shower, he went to step out, when I held him in the shower.
"Hey kid, my turn to wash you."
"You don't have to do that Ed."
"Singh, I want to."
He allowed me to wash his whole body and got very hard when I washed his ass and crotch. After getting out and drying each other I led him to our bed.
After I laid down, Singh turned around and started to suck my cock. He was very good and in no time had me rock hard. I pulled his slim body in tight to me and slipped his hard 5 inch spike into my mouth. When he tried to get me to stop.
"Singh, what you want to do to me, I want to do to you. IF you want to suck my cock, then I am going to suck yours. If you want me to ever fuck you, then you are going to have to fuck me. WE share equally everything."
He just went back to sucking my cock and I sucked his until I tasted his salty load filling my mouth. Soon after I unloaded into Singh's mouth. He then turned around and cuddled up close. I really liked his smooth body next to mine.
With Esosa gone the boat sure seemed happier. Obviously that had been partly my fault for not seeing what the rest of my crew saw. Well now I hoped it was clear and happy sailing ahead. Singh on occasion still acted more like a slave boy than just another member of my crew. When he brought dinner out the next night he retreated to the kitchen to eat. I got up and walked into the galley.
"Singh, from now on you eat with the rest of us. You are part of my crew and no different than anyone else. Come on, there's a place beside me."
He was still a bit nervous, but he did sit down beside me and ate. When were done, he started to get up to clean up. I stopped him.
"Jimmy, will you and Andy clean up please."
They never even commented, just smiled and tidied away the dirty dishes.
"No reason I can see why, if you cook, you should have to clean up too Singh. Right Jake?" "For sure and after that great dinner Singh, you deserve to rest while someone else cleans. You're a hell of a chef buddy."
"Thank you Jake." He said.
I think for the very first time Singh felt really part of my crew. He stood up and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you Ed."
I pulled him onto my lap and kissed him right on the mouth.
"You are very welcome Love." I whispered to him.
He just melted into my arms.
"It's about time you came to your senses Ed. I think Singh has loved you since the day he came on board. About time you acknowledged it."
"Well I have been kind of blind to a lot of things Jake. But no more, everything I hope is going to be just fine now."
I turned and looked out one of the wrap around windows in the lounge. The rain was still pelting down. I was starting to get depressed with all this rain. I set Singh down and went mixed myself a drink and then walked to aft area of the lounge. I sat down and just looked out. Singh came up and sat down on my lap again. I wrapped one arm around him and we both sat and watched the rain. When I finished my first drink, Singh ran up to the bar and made me another and then came back and sat on my lap. I sure could get used to him on my lap all the time. I turned and looked into his very dark eyes. They were like pools of pure oil. I kissed his pert nose. He just giggled and then put his head on my shoulder.
"I love you Ed." He whispered in my ear.
"I love you too Singh. Very much love you son." Later as Singh and I were laying in bed necking, he climbed on top of me.
"Ed, I want you inside me please."
"Okay love, as long you will do me after."
"Oh Yes Ed. I will do anything for you."
I wrapped my arms around him and rolled over, so he was now under me. I kissed him on the lips and then slowly made my way down over his smooth body. I kissed and sucked on both his nice black nubs. Then slid down and took his hard cock into my mouth. Then went down and sucked on his very nice balls. I pushed his legs up and dove into his ass crack with my tongue, giving his little pink rosebud a real tongue bath. He wreathed on the bed as my tongue worked it's way into his pucker. Finally I pushed his legs up over his head and brought my hard and leaking cock up to his tight hole. As I applied pressure, I felt his muscles relax and my cock slipped inside him. He moaned in absolute pleasure as I push all my cock in as far as it would go.
"OH YES ED!" He screamed.
As I started long slow strokes in and out of his cute ass, I could feel the muscles inside his ass massaging and playing with my cock. He was something else. In No time I felt my balls churning. I had to push in real deep real fast as my cumm boiled out of my balls and shot into him. I just held it inside him, pulled one leg down and laid beside him. His internal muscles kept working on my cock and very soon I was hard again. This time I pulled out slowly and drove back in hard and fast. He met each thrust and pushed. Just feeling his warm insides started me going faster and harder. He just moaned louder and asked for more and harder. I am not sure how long it continued but it seemed like forever before I was ready again to blow inside him. I stopped with my cock fully inside him and unloaded. Singh just sighed in pleasure as I filled his colon a second time. My cock quickly deflated and I slowly pulled out of him. Before he could even move, I grabbed him and pulled his cute ass onto my face. I rimmed his leaking butt hole. Damn if I didn't start to get hard again as I tasted my cumm, mixed with his ass juices. He finally fought his way off me. "Wow! Ed, that was awesome."
I laid back on the bed and he climbed back on top and started to deep kiss me. Licking and sucking at the mixed juices in my mouth. When he leaned back.
"Your turn love. I want you inside me now."
He did as I had done to him. Slowly made his way down to my cock, which he sucked clean and licked some of the juices that had leaked from him as I had fucked him. He took each of my balls into his mouth in turn. Then slipped down and dove into my ass with his tongue. Soon after he just slipped his spike into me. Damn it felt so good, my cock responded by getting hard again. He started slow, but soon was pile driving my ass. After several minutes he rolled me on my side and pulled me tight against him as he continue to drive in and out of me. At one point I felt his hot seed filling me, but just continued. For his size he was quite strong and at one point pulled me to my knees as he continued to drive away at my ass. He to almost stand to fuck me doggy style, but never missed a beat. To say I was astounded at his staying power was understatement. Finally he just pushed in and held it as his hot spunk again filled my ass. As he pulled out, he pulled me back onto his face and rimmed me as I had done him. Then just laid beside me on the bed. He had such a smile on his face it probably would have ended the storm raging outside.
"God love that was great. You can screw me anytime you want." I said.
I pulled him into me and laid back exhausted. He laid his head on my chest and we went to sleep.
"Morning Ed. Coffee?" Singh was standing by our bed.
"Uh, thanks love. You didn't have to bring me coffee."
"Well I thought you might like to get up."
"What if I wanted to suck that great cock of yours before I got up? Would you mind?"
In answer he set the coffee on the bedside table and quickly undressed. He climbed over me and pulled down the sheet. He then laid down with his head right next to my very hard cock. I rolled over and took his hard cock into my mouth. We enjoyed long leisurely suck session. Singh had such control, that when I finally blew my load he blew his at the same time.
"Now that is the way to really wake up in the morning Love." I said.
"Well we could do it every morning if you like Ed."
"Okay love, it's a date."
I got up and after a quick rinse, dressed and headed up for a late breakfast. The rain had stopped and the sun was out. Going to be damned hot later. Singh brought me a quick breakfast, and then I went up to the bridge. Jake had picked up charts for the whole coast of Sri Lanka. He told me it would be about 5 days at slow cruise to the place I wanted to go. He also told some of the ports on the east coast had been hit fairly hard with storm surge from the typhoon. The Harbor Control had asked him if he could report any major damage we found.
"Sounds good to me Jake. How soon can we be underway?"
"About an hour, we have to refuel at the fuel barge and then we can go. Water tanks are full and Andy went to the local market and picked up fresh food."
"Okay Captain, when ever you ready."
I went up to the flying bridge and let Jake do his job without interference. About noon as we slowly pulled out of port Singh brought me a cold beer and then sat down to watch.
The cruise down the west coast of Sri Lanka was pretty much just a holiday. The very few towns we stopped at appeared to take us just as what we were, a rich guy cruising around the country. We avoided the cape of Sri Lanka, as this was the area where the Tamil rebellion was still in full swing. As we started up the East coast, we could see more and more damage from the typhoon. Mostly from storm surge. We reported all we found the Sri Lankan Government. We only stopped at one major city to replenish our fuel and water.
About six days after leaving Colombo, Jake pulled into a small bay. All we could see was an old wharf. No houses, building or anything. It looked like it had been hit pretty hard by the typhoon storm surge. You could see uprooted palm trees and a lot of debris on the beach.
"You sure this is the right place Jake?"
"According to the GPS, we are in the right place. I'm not too sure about docking at that wharf, it looks pretty fragile."
"Okay, anchor in close and we'll take one of the zodiacs."
Jake anchored and we swung out one of our zodiacs.
"Singh, Brian and Randy will come with me. Brian can check out the wharf, while Singh, Randy and I have a look around."
Jake handed us each a Push to talk' MIC', walkie talkie.
As we neared the beach, you could see a very lot of damage. Brian took off to check out the wharf. The rest of us headed up to the tree line. Once I got close you could see several buildings, that had been smashed by the wind and waves. We walked along the tree line looking for any sign of life. As we neared the far north end of the area, we spotted what looked like a small Buddhist Temple. It looked almost intact so we headed for it.
"ANYBODY HERE!" I yelled.
I was very surprised when, what I would consider a very young priest walked out into the sunshine.
"Oh, thank god, thank god." He ran up to me.
Before I could speak.
"Do you have any water or food? None of the boys have had fresh water for several days."
"Boys?" I asked.
"Yes, I have about 40 boys here."
Brian had found the wharf quite sturdy, with lots of draft available. Jake had reluctantly noosed the Sandpiper into the dock.
Almost as soon as he was docked I ordered him and the rest to bring as much water and fresh fruit as they could carry up to where I was. I headed inside the small temple. The smell was almost overwhelming, with the forty unwashed boys crammed into a space no bigger than a small house. Several boys were laying supine on the floor, some were bandaged with make shift bandages. All looked very gaunt from lack of food or water. Singh and Randy were already kneeling by some checking them over. When Jake and rest arrived, they were appalled at the boys condition.
"It would be too much to ask if one of you was a doctor. Several boys have very serious wounds from splinters." The Priest asked.
"No, but we can sure call for help."
I sent one of the crew to get the big first aid kit from the yacht.
"Jake do the best you can, I'm going to see if we can get some help from the Sri Lankan government."
When I got back aboard, I contacted the Sri Lankan Coast Guard and asked for help. They told me that they were so overwhelmed with problems up and down the east coast, that it could be several days before they could help to me. I then put out a general distress call to any ships in the vicinity, that had either a medical doctor on board or even medical technicians available.
"Sandpiper, this is HMAS Sydney, how may we assist you?"
"Sydney, we need food, water and medical assistance. We have about forty young men injured here. We have limited medical experience and just cant cope with all the injuries."
"Send your position Sandpiper."
I rattled off the GPS position of the bay.
"Sandpiper, we are 5 hours away, but will send assistance by helicopter. Estimate 60-90 minutes."
"Thank you Sydney."
I headed back to the small Temple, taking with me all the bedding I could carry. WE started to get the less wounded boys outside and into make shit tents, just sheets strung between trees. It gave us more room in the temple for the more seriously wounded boys. WE washed and cleaned up the worst wounds as we waited for the Australians to arrive.
After doing all we could, I took Jake and Brian with me as we went to look at all the other wrecked buildings along the beach. Two buildings had obviously been small sleeping rooms, there were multiple small pads laid on the floors, a lot more than the forty we had discovered in the Temple. So where were the rest. Another building looked to be a school, with a kitchen attached to the back. Here we found the first small bodies. It looked like they had been crushed by falling roof beams. Further along the beach we came to a much larger dwelling. It too had collapsed and as we got close I could smell the cloying odor of decaying meat. I knew there must be more bodies inside, but had neither the man power of tools to look. As we headed back to the temple the Sea King Helicopter from the Sydney landed. We met the ships doctor and several technicians near the temple. We showed him inside and they went right to work.
Without even my saying it, Andy and Singh went back to the yacht to start making soup and sandwiches to feed the boys. I couldn't believe how good my crew was. Every single one was doing all they could for all the young men we found. All I could do was watch as they hurried about, helping, holding or just talking to the young men.
I finally took a break and sought the young Priest. I asked him to come with me to the yacht to talk. After we were on board I offered him a cold beer, which he readily accepted.
"I wasn't sure if alcohol was allowed, but it looked like you could use something Sir."
"Thank you. It is not frowned upon, but I get very little here. It is most welcome Sir."
"Call me Ed please, I am not very comfortable with the Sir part."
"Very well Ed. Can you tell me why you came to this bay?"
"Well my late Uncle had a very extensive list of things he had done here and I wanted to see why he came here so often."
"Your late Uncle was who Ed?"
"Sir Jack Somers. I am his nephew."
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