THE SCHOOL YACHT FRIG-IT

THE SCHOOL YACHT FRIG-IT

By Jamie Haze

I was fourteen, and had just been kicked out of my second prep school within twelve months; thereby making my parents once again aware of my existence if only temporarily. I was quite proud of this accomplishment; it meant another long vacation at home while dear old dad took some of his precious time to find another school that would accept me despite my reputation as being something of a creative prankster. (How was I to know such a small bomb placed in the grounds maintenance-building restroom would cause the entire building to burn down?)

My dad's little jet landed at Hobby Airport and taxied to its hanger. The family car parked close by before the turbines quit spinning entirely. I took a deep breath when I saw the driver rush to the rear door to hold it open while my father climbed out. The deep breathing exercises were to prepare myself for the premature ass chewing I was about to receive in a quasi-public place with the driver and pilots looking on and listening to every word of his offence and my defense, such as it was, while they quickly switched my luggage from the plane to the car's trunk.

I approached my father hesitantly, wearing a suitably contrite expression and guess what? My dad was wearing the biggest shit-eating grin while he watched my bags being transferred. That was the problem, he was looking at my stuff appear and disappear, intentionally ignoring his only son standing in front of him. He made me a little nervous, but I waited quietly for his opening jaws.

"That's all of it Sir," the co-pilot announced. His smirk in my direction was not confidence inspiring and neither was the fuel truck that raced to the rear of the plane to refuel with the pilot looking over the crewman's shoulder as usual.

My father looked at me for the first time. His grin broadened, "Not quite," he said while he pulled my over-stuffed carry on bag from my shoulder and handed it off. "You won't be needing anything in this either," he chuckled at seeing my surprise. Of course that bag contained everything most valuable and personal to me including my limited collection of pornography, gay, bi and straight. I hadn't yet had time to identify my orientation, but I really enjoyed the pud pounding my roommate and I gave each other after lights out. We talked about head jobs but neither of us was yet willing to go first, although I was sorely tempted to bite the bullet, figuratively speaking, on that score in the heat of the moment when I felt him on the verge of pumping cum. You know it really was a waste of good jit. I knew what mine tasted like and I reasoned that anything my hard bodied athletic roommate's body produced wouldn't be worse and possibly might even be better.

Dad nudged me from my reverie by poking my ribs. I looked down, "Here, you'll need your passport."

My mouth fell open, I sputtered, "Passport? But, but Dad, that was just a chemistry project! We each had to combine stuff together to produce some kind of practical product and then demonstrate that it worked! The chem. instructor didn't even want to know what it was in advance, he told us all he wanted to be surprised, that's all!" When I get scared I begin using exclamation points while pleading and groveling.

The fucking chuckle turned into open laughter, "Too late my son, I'm ready for you this time." With that he offered me his hand, "Well, I expect to see you again in just twelve short months. Take care now! I've been given a money back guarantee that you'll return to us a changed obedient young man."

I had questions, boy did I have questions, "But, but, what about clothes? What school? Why the passport? Where the hell is it anyway? What about my stuff, at least give me back my personal junk! My laptop's in there too!" Something dawned on me, "SCHOOL, TWELVE MONTHS A YEAR? Come on Dad, give me a break, I'll behave, I promise!"

Dad's fucking chuckle was annoying by then and he enjoyed looking down on me, I hadn't started my teen growth spurt yet so I was only five-six compared to his six-two, (but I was praying about that). He leaned back into the car and returned to hand me a folder, "Here are all your answers. I trust this will make good reading on the way. Now hurry up and get back on board. You'll be there in no time at all." He rolled the window down so I could continue to hear his laughter.

I opened the folder that held the answers to my fate after we were airborne once again. Dad even included all his faxed correspondence with my new mystery school. I was shocked to discover that tuition, room and board for twelve months was two hundred-fifty thousand dollars, that was before I considered that the cost of replacing a fucking bombed out barn and everything it contained plus the cost of the same fees for me to attend my former school was far more or would be probably. Who knew fucking lawn mowers were so expensive?

I was moaning inwardly until I found some eight by ten labeled photos. The first was of a sixty to seventy foot sailboat, a center cockpit ketch, under sail, slightly heeled in the ocean. The Frig-It was going to be my new school! My spirits brightened. We owned a sailboat, an old restored wooden hulled sloop, so I knew how to sail something that size plus I loved to sail! Score one point for Robby Ford, yours truly!

The second photo was of my soon to be Capitan, Head Master, sole instructor and the owner all contained in one fantastic body. His attached bio stated that he was Carl Lundstrom. Lundstrom, where had I heard that name before? He was only twenty-four years old and yet was possessed of not just one but three master's degrees, one of which was education. I studied his picture or more accurately, his body, closely but found my eyes wandering to the young man standing beside Capitan Lundstrom. I thought at first that he was Asian or maybe Anglo-Asian, whatever, he was decked out in huge giggling smile and a tiny speed suit that clearly outlined a decent package worth exploring further. Carl rested his hand on the boy's shoulder and the boy covered Carl's hand with one of his own. No, the boy was actually holding hands with the Capitan in front of the camera. This was getting interesting, "We're they lovers?" I wondered. I looked back at Carl Lundstrom's body. "WOW! I would consider doing more with either of them if a `Lover' position was open," I thought. His superior rank was only denoted by a cap, sunglasses and too small shorts that were pushed so low apparently to keep his Nordic package from sneaking out the leg hem of his shorts.

The third and final photo was of the boy, I found his name to be Ali, (so goes my Asian theory). Ali was hauling on a gib sheet pulling with all his might even using a monster electric winch. The boat was clearly heeled over and Ali was being soaked in spray so his body sparkled. Even better Ali's tiny bikini was gone displaying a finely muscled back and the cutest little ass that caused me to give even more consideration to that alternative life style. Obviously the reason my father snatched everything I owned was that the predominant uniform of the day was bare well-tanned skin. The days during the next year were going to be long and troubled for me if I had to look at that crew going bare ass all the time.

I read the brochure. The class if we could be called that, was to be limited to not more than two high school age boys. Everything was to be provided us on arrival although nudity was required weather permitting unless we were in port or there were other vessels nearby. The nudity issue was explained as means of leveling the playing field between classmates. "WHAT? How rough could the fucking field be between two guys with families who could both afford the annual fees?"

I looked up when we touched down at the Ft. Lauderdale Executive Airport. I deplaned after giving both pilots my thanks for the safe flight with one upraised middle finger. Those worthies responded in kind with more laughter than I cared to listen to at the time. The only bright spot in the small lobby of the private plane service center was Ali dancing from foot to foot, giggling his warmest welcome and motioning me to him. Ali was my height I was very pleased to see. He wore a pair of shorts and deck shoes, nothing else. "WOW!" my eyes said and I think his answered with the same response as we roamed each other's body, shook hands and introduced ourselves. My eye sweeps paused at his monogrammed shorts. I started to laugh, "Hey, I've seen those shorts before. Only the Capitan was wearing them at the time."

"Oh, where was that?" he challenged with a grin.

I opened the folder and showed him the picture of them posing together, "Aren't those yours, I mean those?" I pointed, Ali stepped forward and my index finger poked his bulge.

Ali giggled at my blush and took my hand to hold it while leading me out of the lobby. "Yes, quite right, they are. You see we don't have extensive wardrobes onboard and it's just a bit easier to keep everything in a single drawer, and then sort them when we need to don something. That day when Carl decided he needed to prove his existence, we set up the tripod and began snapping madly with a remote, before we both looked down at the same time realizing together that we were in the all together so to speak. We raced to the cabin to grab something, my suit fit me but he ended up in my shorts."

I laughed with him as he pushed me into a rental car. "You have a neat accent, are you British?"

Ali smiled at me, "Oh my, we're to have a diplomat among us this cruise."

"Oh who?"

"You, your question. What you really wanted to say is, `So Ali dear chap what's your story?' but you were giving me an out if I didn't wish to explain more than my accent."

My face reddened, "Guilty. Sorry I didn't mean to pry."

"Not at all. In a proverbial nutshell I'll give you the run down. I was born of a mixed union, my mother was European and my father is Saudi, actually a distant relative of the royal family. Women in my country as you may know have few rights or privileges. When I was born my father removed me from my mother and I was raised with his other children and treated equally well as a half brother, including an education by mostly English tutors. Just before puberty and with my virginity intact, my father sold me as a contract servant." Ali saw my mouth begin to work and waved me to silence. He continued, "Its something done regularly in my country, but not a practice that's bandied about. There's no shame involved, in fact there is a certain status involved. In my case the amount my father received for my contract was staggering. The man who bought me was of substantially higher rank than my father, meaning he was much closer to the throne. Officially I was the personal body servant to his older male children but I was also there to aid my master whenever he wished to indulge his taste for a blooming teenage boy."

Ali sighed, "Everything went well until last year when I was sixteen. I was satisfying the needs of six sons aged twelve through nineteen and being treated rather fairly considering. I was almost one of the family and I wasn't always on the bottom and they as often knelt in front of me as I in front of them. One evening a very high-ranking cousin came to call on the eldest son and heir. This cretin eyed me up while I was serving them dinner. He asked very rudely if I was the house fuck boy. My master's son admitted reluctantly that I was. I was then ordered to strip. Push came to shove and when my master's personal servant came looking for me because I was wanted elsewhere," Ali blushed allowing me to draw my own conclusions. "The chap saw me getting boffed by one outside the immediate family which as you chaps would say is a rather definite no-no. The next day my contract was offered for sale, however only to someone outside the country. My master did that much for me anyway. He prevented that royal asshole from getting his hands on me."

"Damn Ali I'm sorry. I had no idea that such bullshit went on in any country." I commiserated.

Ali giggled his charming giggle again, "Not at all Robby, not at all, it was the best thing that could have happened. You see dear Carl was recently arrived in the country doing some sort of research for his history thesis. His inability to communicate and his need to caused him to require an interpreter in constant attendance and a Saudi friend at University suggested a visit to a contract labor service, so now you know the rest of the story."

"Well I'll be goddamned."

"I thought I was too at first, he both scared me quite shitless and he enthralled me. I had never even seen a walking taking American before and never dreamed anyone could be quite as beautiful as he was and is," Ali pointed to the photo on the seat between us. "Don't you agree?"

I tried to be noncommittal, "Yes I guess he is pretty hot. I know I wouldn't mind having a body like that not to mention being that tall."

Ali slapped me on the shoulder and laughed, "I'm so glad that you're gay, that will make things so much easier for us all."

"Wait a minute, I'm not sure yet that I am gay. I haven't even had time to do anything but give and get a few hand jobs with another guy." I meant the disclaimer but I was also breathing a lot faster.

Ali discounted my ignorance, "Well dear Robby it just so happens that Carl has placed me in charge of class sex education and mutual satisfaction so there. Lessons, personal I might add, can begin as soon as we get onboard since your counterpart won't arrive until tomorrow. This will be a brilliant experience for you to be sure."

"Wait another minute Ali, won't Carl be around? If he caught us together I'm the one he'd slaughter," I grinned, "at least to start with. If you guys are lovers you shouldn't cheat on him."

Ali slapped the steering wheel while he roared out with donkey heehaws. "But you don't understand oh noble one, we will share and share alike! Carl will be watching us, and then I shall be watching the two of you and then you will be watching us two. It will be so stimulating we may not sleep tonight!"

My jeans' crotch grew uncomfortably tight as I looked at Ali's splendid exotic body first and then at the eight by ten glossy lying on the seat, "Who can refuse on offer like that?" I asked rhetorically, "As long as you guys understand that I'm the rookie onboard."

"Yes but I will be your guide and I am the expert in bedroom matters. Only the first week will be the hardest for you because you will serve your time as our bottom but believe me even that position will yield remarkable rewards."

We arrived at the dock with that cryptic explanation from Ali. The Frig-It got my attention. She was built using classic traditional lines but I could see where further comparison ended and a modern cruising boat began. There was a complex arrangement of domes and dishes on the top of the small mizzenmast at the stern, the halyards were all internal, placed within each mast and the sail array was stored on rollers so the sails could be changed quickly with a push of a button. The binnacle, protected from the weather, in addition to the traditional compass, held video screens, all dark at the moment.

"PERMISSION?" Ali at I shouted together and grinned at each other.

"GRANTED and welcome aboard!" Carl answered, poking his head from the wide hatch that led to the salon below deck. He waved and motioned us below to join him without appearing on deck more completely.

Ali bowed me down the steps. I stopped midway to stare at Carl who was obviously waiting and watching for us through the big windows that ran along the length of the cabin. Carl was naked and waiting at the foot of the steps. Ali was looking elsewhere, actually at my ass, and crashed into and onto my back, which carried us both down the rest of the flight into Carl's arms. He held both of us up until we found our feet. Meanwhile he hugged us tight and my arms surrounded him involuntarily, which felt great except my face was also buried in the cleft between his pectorals. I smelled his wonderful man scent and soap by breathing deeply and had trouble moving from that spot. He just laughed and backed away to pick up Ali, lift his smaller body from the carpet to kiss him passionately when their lips were even and Ali's feet dangled. After a minute he allowed Ali's feet to sink again to the deck and offered his hand in welcome to me while I saw Ali out of the corner of my eye shuck out of his tight shorts without unbuttoning or zipping.

"Hi!" I offered then thought better, "I mean hello ah, Capitan, ah, Sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." I could see Carl knew that was a lie so I decided to correct myself. "Actually I didn't know I was coming here until about three hours ago and I'm still kind of in a daze."

Carl shook my hand like he meant it but without trying to demonstrate his superior strength by breaking bones like some assholes are fond of doing. Suddenly Carl dropped my hand to use both of his to first reach behind me to pat both ass cheeks carefully before he felt around my hips to my front pockets. Lastly, with his right hand, he grabbed my crotch, which included my cock and balls. He grinned and winked at me then roared, "Ali! Damn it I told you to search this one thoroughly BEFORE he got onboard but I see you didn't do it did you?"

Ali rushed to Carl's side looking stricken, "But Carl you never told me to..."

Carl cut him off, "This is the mad bomber and he's stashed a six inch pipe bomb right down here!" He started laughing. Ali realized he was the victim of a joke and batted Carl's hand away from my person playfully with a few light slaps. "One thing you did forget to do is warn him about the two minute rule."

"Oh dear, you are quite right. We just got so busy chatting I quite forgot."

"What's the two minute rule?" I asked them cautiously, "I bet I can do it if you tell me what's wrong." I liked these two and decided I wanted to belong.

Carl swept his long arm down Ali's body then up his own, "Do you see what's wrong with this picture? We're both following dress code and you my handsome young student are not."

"No problem," I began to strip, "I did read that but then I forgot about it." I was hoping that I didn't shock them when they saw that I wasn't wearing underwear or socks. I pried off my penny loafers, stepped away from my neatly piled jeans and dropped my shirt on the heap. I looked at my watch, "What, thirty seconds flat? Not bad for a first timer was it?" I grinned with pride of accomplishment.

Nether answered except for mumbles, both of them were staring at me or I mean my body, or more particularly my cock. Finally Carl broke the rude silence with a contrived gulp, "How old did you did you say you were?"

My pride started to show, "Petty neat huh?" I jutted my hips at Ali who jumped to just behind Carl to peek around the tall man's arm. "I'm fourteen, actually going on fifteen," I looked at my watch again and telegraphed my joke by smiling, "I'll be fifteen in just ten months, fourteen days, three hours and seventeen minutes. Seconds don't count because they're too hard to calculate."

Ali looked way up at Carl's face and tugged his arm. Carl I discovered never bent down to make eye contact with us little people, he just rolled his eyes downward until you looked up into narrow blue slits. "Carl I don't think that's a pipe bomb, but it does look to be all of six inches." Ali reached out toward me hesitantly and then began plinking me painfully and playfully with his fingers. I quickly rose to the occasion. I grinned evilly at him and took a quick step toward him. Ali screamed and began running around the salon squealing and holding his ass cheeks closed with both hands. I tackled him in the most open area and we wrestled for a few minutes before Ali began crying `uncle' and alternately to Carl to save his ass.

I rolled off him when he was flat on his back and admitted that I cheated by being almost hard by the time my jeans fell. "But really dear Robby a seven inch erection on a boy your age is really somewhat hard to come by. I'm seventeen and can only muster five."

Without thinking I reached over to stand Ali's cock up off his belly to look at it more closely, "Well your beautiful five is more than plenty for me."

"Oh no Robby this is just to be your starter kit. Plenty for us both will be the nearly nine inches kneeling just behind you." Ali started giggling and pointing but I knew better than to fall for that old gag that is until Carl tapped me on the hip, he knelt behind me. I jumped in surprise and we all cracked up together. Carl jumped on me and began tickling me. Ali took my side at once, which really did little to even the odds. Finally the impromptu bout ended with me being buried under Carl, his magnificent erection was pressed in my thigh and my throbbing meat and nuts were pressed high up in his gut, wherever, the ribald experience grew serious, we looked into each other's eyes. I wiggled my hips, or tried to and amazed myself by wanting his heavy cock between my legs as a prelude to getting it somewhere more intimate.

Carl leaned in close, our lips nearly touched, "May I kiss you?" he barely whispered. I nodded imperceptibly and puckered up like a starving bird. My mouth was wide open to receive his tongue. There was no hesitation on his part; he resumed his search for bombs inside my mouth, every tooth, under my helpless tongue and behind my dangling tonsils. I sighed and surrendered, I just had to be gay, if I was straight I wouldn't be trying to suck his tongue down my throat and I wouldn't be trying to drill a hole in his solar plexus nor convince his cock that it should be between my legs with my feeble struggles, exactly where somehow I knew it belonged or someone's did. Our passion grew yet he being older and experienced had the willpower to pull away and roll off me onto Ali to give his mouth and body equal time. He lifted his head to whisper to Ali, "Take Robby to the head and get ready."

"Completely?"

I saw Carl shrug, "Its your program," he answered. Suddenly he towered over us. The view from the deck on our backs looking up was extraordinary. He pulled both of us to our feet, which broke the spell. Ali took my hand to tug me aft into the master cabin that was the full width of the yacht. Big windows across the stern made the room bright and cheery although while docked, the view was of concrete barnacle covered pilings at low tide. I followed Ali into the head, shipboard terminology inadequate to describe such an elegant bathroom complete with a spa tub and separate shower.

Ali was the consummate well-rained body servant only instead of serving me he seemed to have his own agenda. "Outside first, then inside and lastly a wonderful long shower to relax you I should think will do it quite nicely."

I was tired of them being so cryptic around me. I hoisted an eyebrow after he motioned me into the tub with only a few inches of water in it. While he ran the tub he assembled a kit that included barber scissors and several bottles and tubes, all brands unfamiliar to me along with the purpose of their contents, a triple edge razor and a can of shaving cream. I grew concerned after I lay down in the tub on my back and he started clicking the damned scissors at me a bit too professionally while he eyed my blond bush. "Wait a minute, you aren't planning what I think you're planning?" I was shaking my head encouraging him to provide me with the desired answer while my hands covered my treasured pubic area.

He nodded and grinned, "Oh but I am dear boy, when I'm finished you will appear quite virginal. This is our way of leveling the playing field between classmates."

"Your brochure says nude not anything about shaving my pubes. Do you know how long it's taken me to grow them?" My voice cracked with incredulity.

Ali giggled and stood on his knees outside the tub revealing his own tiny finely barbered bush. "Until I met Carl I never allowed any hair on my body. It's our way of creating the illusion of eternal boyhood. Believe me when I tell you a body free of hair is a very sensual experience for both partners." He raised an arm and stroked his pit; it too was devoid of hair.

I moaned, "Underarms too?" I buried my hands in my own two pits. A mistake I realized when I heard the scissors bite something other than thin air. In seconds he had my meager but prized blond bush so notched and chopped that I thought I looked disfigured with some rare disease. I gave up, "Okay, get it over with." I closed my eyes and heard the whoosh of shaving cream leaving the can. He splashed warm water over my cock and balls. I peeked at the first touch and stroke of the razor. He held my deflated cock up out of the way, his touch was sensual and the blood flow reversed course. He stroked me casually. Casual to him but not to this fourteen going on fifteen-year-old virgin, "If you keep that up there will be cream and cream," I warned and arched my pelvis to prove my point with my turgid cock head inches from his eyes.

"Oh dear, intermission time!" he sang out, I assume to Carl.

I was right, "Be there in a second!" Carl answered.

"Do you mind if I provide you with a bit of relief?" Ali asked coyly. He knew my answer. He lowered his head. I placed my feet flat in the tub and used my shoulders to lever my cock up to meet his mouth. I didn't inconvenience him by having to bob his head; there wasn't time for that nicety. I flat out fucked Ali's face and when I felt my balls gather I grabbed his head and pulled it down until his lips kissed my bush. Check that, he kissed spatters of shaving cream where it used to be. When I finished pumping that first humongous load down his throat and returned to reality, I realized what I'd done. I let his head go free and began my profuse apologies between gulps of air.

Ali sat back on his heels and grinned looking at the open bathroom door. "I say Carl, rough trade from the start!" Ali seemed delighted with my abuse to his head. I twisted my head up and back to see Carl standing there in all his glory with spatters of shaving cream on his belly, balls and the base of his cock. His blond bush was already pruned back and shaped as neatly as Ali's.

Carl followed my eyes, "After you serve your time before the mast and you get so you like it or maybe like Ali, you really love it, then you move up in rank to be a bottom or top with any of us, that's when you can let it grow back in, at least this much anyway."

Carl left us with a satisfied smile after I nodded that I understood. Ali had me stand in the tub to purify my underarms with his razor followed by a cream or one of them, they were all some kind of depilatories intended for use on various parts of the body depending on skin sensitivity, like the stuff he used on my crotch and around my asshole (a waste of time and material in my opinion) was for women to use to decease the possibility of strays peeking out from under their bikinis. I truly moaned when he got to my chest, all of my belly and finally my legs, I told Ali that I would never be seen in public until they grew back in. He suggested that if anyone asked, that I tell them that I swam competitively.

"As a matter of fact I do or rather did, but I'd quit before anyone could make me shave my legs." I responded forlornly as Ali used the hand spray to wash the muck from my body that was once potential beautiful blond body hair.

When he was satisfied that I was new born baby bald except for my head of course, and still standing in the empty tub, he had me turn away from him and with a gentle push on my back bent me over, "Now for the inside." I looked back and down. He was anointing the hand held spray head with KY, one of the unused tubes. He adjusted the water temperature and rate of flow and asked with a husky voice if I would spread my own cheeks. I sighed and complied ready to be douched, yet another new experience.

Suddenly instead of the head I was expecting Ali was busy wiggling his tongue into my pucker. I jetted forward like I'd just been penetrated with a pile driver. I bumped my head painfully on the tiled wall. "OW!" I screamed and turned planting my little ass against the wall more from shock and surprise than any pain, "What the fuck was that all about?" I demanded.

Ali sat back on his haunches and grinned, "Just a sample, I couldn't resist and you may as well get used to it because it's one of the most delightful perks in serving as a pussy." I looked confused, Ali explained further, "during your learning period, you will not be allowed to refuse anyone who feels the need, however before you are mounted your server must first suck you to completion. Think of the rule as `No suck, no fuck.' And then after someone, anyone must then remove the most recent deposit before you can be serviced again."

I looked quizzical before it dawned on me what he was trying to tell me without getting crude, I grinned evilly at the thought, "You mean each time I get fucked someone has to eat me out before I can be fucked again, but then before I get fucked again that guy has to suck me off again first?" Ali nodded and smiled at my delight, "Why the fuck didn't you just tell me all that in the beginning? I would have raced you in here and then shaved myself!" I giggled and looked down to see that my cock also enjoyed the immediate future.

Ali laughed and shook his head in mock dismay, "You and Carl should have been brothers. You not only look alike you think alike expressing the same vulgarities. Quite unbelievable!"

"Ya, ya, ya," I spun around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks willingly, "come on Ali old chap let's get with the program here, I want to see how this works, but first if you don't mind, how about another one of your tongue samples." I was so relaxed from being tongue fucked; I hardly noticed when Ali switched to the spray head. When I was full to overflowing I scooted to the toilet and then quickly returned also willingly, to my mentor in all things sexual to be double rinsed for good measure.

After I was finished Ali handed me the hose and replaced me in the tub eagerly. He assumed the position but was careful not to suggest I return the service with my tongue. He allowed me to decide. I moved up close to eyeball his pucker but couldn't seem to see it, "Ali I hate to say this, me being pretty much still a virgin and all, but I can't seem to find your asshole. You do have one don't you?"

Ali giggled; he looked at me upside down around his arm, and "its there, just hard to see. They're all quite different you'll find, like fingerprints. Just run a finger down the channel and when it sinks, you've found it," he instructed merrily. He got more serious; "Incidentally, I've come to think of that as my pussy not the other since I use it more for that than the other if you know what I mean." I was about to tell him what I thought he was getting at but he stopped me, "There's no need to gross me out with your vile interpretation, thank you very much."

My finger sank to the first knuckle easily so I just kept on going until it was buried. This time it was Ali's turn to rub his head. After he reassumed the position he offered me an upside down baleful stare. "Sorry it just slipped in." I explained meekly.

"I lubricated after I did this, this morning, with Carl about one never knows and lack of is not an excuse. You'll do this morning and evening from now on, we all will."

"Even Carl?"

"I told you we share and share alike."

"Ya, I guess you did," I replaced my finger with my tongue. Ali was able to control his muscles I discovered and my tongue slipped in as easily as my finger.

Ali moaned, "Good God a virgin first timer, incredible." I giggled while I worked my tongue, which I guess sent vibrations that in turn caused him to tremble. He contracted his muscles locking my tongue in place until he screamed and stood up releasing his muscular ass cheeks that in turn was enough to push my face away stretching, then forcing my tongue to follow my mouth or get pulled out by the roots.

"OUW!" I complained, "What'd I do now?" I demanded.

Ali turned to put a hand on my shoulder reassuringly, "Nothing wrong dear boy except almost cause me to have an violent orgasm without touching myself."

I was still on my knees in front of him and his perfectly proportioned five-inch cock was throbbing, panting for release, "Ali, could I try to get you off in my mouth? I don't know if I can do it or not but I sure want to try."

Ali patted me on the head like I was a begging puppy, "Of course dear Robby, I'd love to, just not now. Wait until we get done here and then shower. The event will be so much nicer on the bed don't you agree?"

I did reluctantly, but then my need for speed returned. I douched him so thoroughly he complained that he was sure he had water in his lungs although I also noticed that his cock didn't even consider wilting even in the shower afterward. We had to wash and dry ourselves off and even lube our own sparkling clean assholes, ah, check that, I meant boy pussies. `When in Rome' or away at school go with the flow if it doesn't matter, and substituting pussy for the asshole was a small thing.

We were ready. We looked at me in the full-length mirror; I was horrified while Ali clapped his hands in delight, I complained, "I look like I did when I was eight or nine years old!" but somehow I also felt different more sensuous or perhaps sexy and hopefully desirable.

Ali was helpful, "Actually ten or eleven I should imagine. No matter let's go show the new younger you to Carl."

Carl was making sandwiches; it was long past lunchtime. My stomach growled and Ali's followed sympathetically. Carl heard us both; he grinned and watched a pair of rock hard cocks wilt in favor of something more substantial than cum. We each inhaled two of the deli sandwiches piled higher with meat than any that could be bought. I was offered and accepted a beer. Carl explained that beer and wine were allowed in moderation anytime we weren't underway. He opened a second bottle without asking or me having to ask to sort of test the limit of the rule.

He grinned, "Two will help you to relax so you'll enjoy everything more."

That comment brought Ali and I back to real time. I looked down into my lap, my commitment rose to greet me. Carl and Ali both noticed. I blushed scarlet, "Sorry about that."

"Shit happens, it just means that you're ready for some relief. After Ali's training period is over feel free to ask anyone we'll all do what you want. A year is a long time to spend with three other naturally horny guys, which is why we thought we'd cut through all the posturing, denials and secrets and trying to hide where there isn't any place to hide, all in the very beginning. Sex is fun but then learning to use sex to make love is fantastic and something to look forward to. Ali taught me that and now we'll teach you." I finished my sandwich and second beer while Carl talked. He continued with his idea that teaching horny teenagers the actual subjects we were there to learn was far easier when the horns could be clipped on demand.

I decided to test the waters then and there. I reached for Ali's hand, "Ali, did you forget that I asked if I could give you my first ever head job and you agreed?"

Ali colored up like a blushing bride, "No, I'm rather looking forward to it. After you get done with me, I wonder if you would fuck me with that magnificent untried tool?"

"I be delighted, but after I'd like to eat some boy pussy if you have the time."

Carl wore a serious expression of disbelief until we both cracked up. That convinced him that we were fucking with his mind. That is until I pulled Ali to his feet and continued to lead him to the aft cabin and its very nice king-size bed.

Ali stopped us at the door, "Come on Carl you wanted to watch and maybe even join us at some point." Carl rushed to catch up. The bed jiggled when Carl joined us. I was already stretched out on Ali's body so mine didn't touch the bedclothes anywhere, not even legs or feet. That was nice, but very limiting so I began to kiss him everywhere on his face at first even his soft black hair. I was almost breathless when thinking about the beautiful body under me, his perfect cock and getting it into my mouth at the earliest possible moment, but I wanted to try my hand at making love first to see how well I could do it without prompting. I planned to ask Ali for a critique later.

I dragged my body slowly backward and followed it with my tongue after first making sure he wasn't hiding anything in his mouth either, just like Carl did to me earlier. Ali screamed and wiggled when I drilled for his eardrums, I licked both until they were goopy. I nuzzled his neck and was tempted to go for a hickey but then decided I'd wait to plant a butterfly where it wouldn't show even when he was wearing a tiny bathing suit. My first ever tongue bath progressed to his nickel size nipples, I gave them both equal time and when I abandoned them both buffaloes wore their rock hard erections proudly with Ali squealing for mercy alternating with pleas for more. Just then I was interrupted by Carl's hand on my ass, "Would it bother you if I explored?" he asked.

I kind of shook my head without coming unglued from Ali's navel. I realized then that I was down low enough that I was beginning to tuck my body in over my knees between Ali's legs and my ass was in the air in the ideal presentation position. Carl knelt behind me, and slowly but surely entered me with his middle finger. You have to understand that Carl is six feet six inches tall and his whole body is proportioned in scale and his middle finger is as long as Ali's cock so I was benefiting from his finger fucking by knowing that I could take Ali easily. Ali and I both moaned together then, and by then Ali was also leaking precum so it was running and his thrashing spread it all over his belly. Time for the cleanup detail, by then my tongue was dry and in need of moisturizing anyway. I then skipped down to Ali's balls. Both attempted to elude my mouth by bunching up tightly against their taller friend, that should have been a clue but inexperience prevailed. I just managed to get them into my mouth at the same time, a mouthful to be sure and I couldn't tongue them as I planned so I comprised by wrapping my lips over my teeth, biting down lightly and then just lifting my head. Ali's body followed by arching dramatically with him screaming about rough trade and loving every minute of the treatment.

I dropped his balls and yanked his legs to my shoulders, bent down and resumed tongue fucking him where I left off in the bathtub. I kept my eyes open the whole time because I didn't want to miss recording every image in my mind. Ali's tone of squeals changed suddenly, I rolled my eyes up in time to see his cock jumping around above his belly. Ali was ready to come. Shit I'd get demerits if he got away from me. I quickly gobbled it into my mouth and froze, I moved nothing not even my tongue which was difficult since Carl switched from fingers to his fully extended long tongue and my own poor cock was going bonkers between my legs in response not to mention the stimuli collected from my over-long tongue bath I'd given Ali.

Ali calmed down after a few minutes, I thought, at least he stopped his violent thrashing around. I looked up to see him with his head lifted and watching me, he smiled and nodded, I assumed it was safe to continue. I managed to bob my head one time before the prick grabbed both my ears and forced my head down to kiss his pubic crescent while he pumped his come into my throat. He began his fucking giggling as he released me in time to taste the last few dribbles. I then sucked him dry, but still only got a meager taste.

"What goes around comes around!" Ali sang out of tune with Carl's laughter.

I flopped back to rest my head on Carl's thigh to frown at Ali. "Well how'd I do my first time out?" I asked finally while Carl combed my hair with his fingers.

"It was an A' plus until you took too long making out with me, that cost you, but only a little. Put yourself down for an A' minus."

I smiled, "Thanks that's cool. You have incredible control, I need to work on that."

"Okay, but later right now it's time to get you into the saddle for the first time."

I looked scared but only of being afraid to move anywhere without shooting my load. "How about if I do it twice? The first one won't count in the grade but I'll eat you both times. Look at me Ali I'm afraid to move, I may not even get it in you before I shoot."

Carl intervened in the negotiations, "How about if I take this first load right where you are and then you can make love to Ali more calmly. Ali is one up on me with you anyway and remember we all share and share alike." Ali shrugged and I nodded carefully. "One thing though Robby if you grab my head and hold me down like you did Ali, I promise you you'll be wearing a set of teeth marks on that beautiful cock of yours for months," he warned as he slowly curled his long lanky body around me to end up with his head near my pulsing cock. Once his head was close, he dislodged my head from his thigh and the rest of his body caught up."

"Say Carl how about if we try sixty-nining, that would give me a chance to get comfortable with your body and this." I leaned to the side and reached out to drum my fingers on the semi-hard shaft and watched it grow ominously to full size. Carl nodded and stretched out again with a bow in his torso so his monster landed within easy reach of my mouth. A pain in my balls got my attention, I lifted my head to see what he was doing to discover that he had a finger death grip on my sack above the balls constricting the normal flow if not blocking my cum from ever reaching the tube. I decided that the pain was a small price to pay for the pleasure he was giving my cock so I dropped my head back to his. I wanted to see how much of it I could take. I went up on one elbow so I could lean down over it while I straightened the route through my mouth directly down my throat with a minimum bend. I started chanting mentally to get psyched up for the mission, "Keep your throat open, don't choke and don't gag." I repeated this over and over. The cock head was deflected off the roof of my mouth and began to slide down.

Hot breath on my cheek caused me to open my eyes. It was Ali watching my mouth and the shaft of the big cock as it slowly began to disappear. "Hey Carl, look what Robby's doing. I can't even get that far! Robby dear you get an `A' plus for deep throating. Come to think of it you shall teach the course!"

Carl lifted his head to look down and was so surprised he released is hold on my nut sack. With the dam broken my sperm rushed forth as fast as they could in a solid mighty mass only to pop out under considerable pressure to splat unceremoniously in Carl's eye, the side of his face and into his ear. "Shit, shit, shit, he's going to fucking kill me." I thought as my lips finally brushed his dense mound of pubes.

Ali wasn't helping things either; he was laughing too hard and trying to beat Carl out in scooping my sperm from Carl's ear with his tongue while Carl used a finger. That scene got me going. Did you ever have to laugh with a cock buried halfway to your stomach? All I managed to do was to send out intermittent vibrations into Carl's cock, which caused him to explode. I knew it was going to happen when I saw his heavy balls gather themselves tightly. I attempted to pull back but Carl's slimy hand left off clearing his eye and went to the back of my head. I relaxed, it was obvious that I wasn't going anywhere until he released me when he was finished and had wilted to near normal size.

When I was free I flopped onto my back and closed my eyes. I thought I was exhausted until Ali began playing with my cock and hairless balls. I burped like a rude pig releasing the bubble of pressurized air I was forced to swallow when Carl's dick plugged the passage. I heard someone sniffing the air, Ali, "Yuck cum breath, someone please turn on a fan!" he demanded before he pounced on me and kissed me violently. "Come now Robby dear it's time for anal passage lesson one," when I failed to stir he twisted my cock which brought me to my knees, "there now that wasn't so difficult was it?" he asked as he took my warm spot on the bed and raised his legs in invitation.

I began practicing what was going to happen to me starting the next morning when the new guy arrived. I first sucked Ali off without any foreplay that got me in trouble earlier. That was cool. After I fucked him within an inch of his life I pulled out, did a quick scramble, held his legs back again and began eating out everything I could reach. That was very cool. I had him twisting and writhing while he held his legs tightly to his chest to afford me maximum access. As soon as I said I was done HE claimed to be exhausted like all he'd done is lay there and enjoy himself. I flipped back onto my back and dared him to match me.

I have to admit that Ali is the ultimate lover. He knew exactly how long he could spend on foreplay based on my tender age, experience and eagerness. When he got to my bursting cock, I stuck my hands under my ass so he wouldn't be tempted to force him. He played me like a fine instrument and I was quickly bucking up to meet his mouth halfway. We both knew about my control, I didn't have any and I began feeding him in less than two minutes but his smile told me that he didn't mind.

I was anxious to get on with it, foreplay was done with and it occurred to me that I was down to one last cherry in my box and my box was my boy pussy. Ali began a demonstration of control while I had to keep remembering to breathe. We started out with me on my back because he knew that I wanted to watch him enter me. He went so slowly I got frustrated and finally begged him to fuck me. I knew I did something good when I saw Ali and Carl look at each other and smile with approval. I realized the purpose of the week- long exercise was simply to convince my body and mind that I enjoyed being fucked! Well that was accomplished while Ali was still nibbling at my cherry, that being my prostrate, which he hit deftly with every other slow thrust and now that I knew it was there and approximately where it was, I'd have a surprise for him the next time I was allowed to fuck him.

I thought that he came with regrettable speed but he actually spent forty-five minutes but to me every minute was like ten seconds. When Ali finally began pumping cum into me he only allowed me to feel the first spurt buried in the deepest part of me before he withdrew until only my sphincter held his turgid head in place. I clenched my muscles to keep him there. He felt that action and rewarded me with a smile. Then I realized that I could have been doing that all along to heighten his pleasure by milking him each time he withdrew instead of lying there like a complacent rag doll.

I discovered the wily little Arab had a purpose in depositing the bulk of his load just inside the gate when he went down on me to eat me out. It was all, or most of it was right there. He tongued me briefly then just clamped his lips to form a seal and sucked. I thought about doing that to him but didn't because I didn't want to gross him out. Well I'd just have another surprise for him next time.

I was ready for Carl to take his turn. I looked over at him, grinned and waved my hot and very hard cock at him in invitation. He grinned back and then surprised me by slapping my hand away. "It's dinner time," he told me, "how about a nice steak?" He didn't wait for an answer, he and Ali each took an arm and pulled me to my feet. We'll all share chores, can you cook?"

I thought for a few seconds, "I can grill, or boil water for instant coffee." I was put in charge of the grill.

Ali opened a drawer filled with assorted tank suits, all new, "Here, take your pick, the grill is topside and we'll eat up there too. Oh, the drawer below is full of shorts like ours and the one below that contains very nice pullover shirts." He pointed at the closet "Boxes of new deck shoes are in there. So much for uniforms."

I surprised myself, "Man I can't wait to get underway so I can get naked, now that's it's done I kind of like being hairless too. Hey will we be allowed to make love on deck?" I asked while I pulled a suit up my legs.

Ali was back to giggling, "Of course you absolutely have not lived until Carl invites you to sit on his lap on his watch for an hour or so."

"You mean..."

"Oh yes exactly. There's never any danger of falling off. He can see when you're ready. He'll spin you ninety degrees and just bend over you on his lap and take you, then when you're quite finished he'll spin you back and you can snuggle back against him to use his pectorals as pillows for your head." Ali looked down at me struggling to adjust my suit. "Oh dear Robby, I'm so sorry, that was thoughtless of me. We better go and make ourselves useful."

I seasoned the steaks after a quick guided tour of the galley and by then had calmed down so I could go topside. I discovered the grill was built in with even a small sink and refrigerator so it doubled as a wet bar. The cockpit had built in seating all around it and on one side a long low fixed table could be raised hydraulically and a hinged leaf rose to dinning table height. Deck chairs could be added to seat eight comfortably. This was some comfortable boat.

While we waited for the potatoes to roast on the grill, I reluctantly asked about actual schooling. While gay sex education was important and fun, having a four point O' in it would not be impressive on any college application if that was the only subject, nor would gay whore mongering' be on a resume.

Carl led me forward to what would normally be staterooms, two had been remodeled into offices, and actually they were private classrooms. One was mine and the other was to be Brian's, my other classmate. Carl turned on my computer and brought up the subject software, everything on it were subjects that I had been taking and left so suddenly because of my desire to excel in chemistry. He explained with a shit-eating grin that labs would be impossible just as they were for students who were home schooled. "Now I've got a surprise for you so just turn around and look at the wall."

I liked surprises so I did as instructed. Carl used a password to enter a directory, clicked a box and then closed it. When he told me to turn around again, he pointed at the twenty-inch flat screen. I was horrified. The index title block had been changed to include the word, EXCELLERATED!

"Carl please," I begged, "make that fucking word go away. I shouldn't be in any advanced classes, I haven't been."

He didn't argue, "You can do it yourself just by hacking into this program and changing it. I'll even help you a little, you may have noticed that one of my Master's degrees is in computer science and I've added that as one of your courses. I'm a hacker and by the end of this year you'll be one too."

I frowned, "Thanks a fucking bunch."

"Look Robby I know your I.Q., I have all your test scores. Did you get the formula for that explosive off the net?"

I shook my head, "No not really, I started out with making some nitroglycerin, something that anyone can make and then I added this and that to it. I didn't think about it turning incendiary, I couldn't see it happen in my early testing." I saw Carl frown, "I mean I used pin head amounts in the dorm, loud firecrackers are always going off somewhere so no one noticed, but then there was never any combustible material around the stuff either." I had a thought, "How'd you get my I.Q. and test scores anyway? And so fast," I added.

Carl shrugged, "I sent my brochure to all of the best prep schools in the country, my cover letter offered a five grand kick back for any kid in your position," he grinned, "that would be expelled, if I sold the parents and accepted the kid."

"Pretty sharp. Did you know I was gay or a wanna be and what about the other guy? Shit it's only October, what'd he do?"

"Tests indicate possible leanings but don't mean much, you leaned. As far as Brian Stone is concerned, he's seventeen and was caught giving a fellow football player a blow job by a classmate and was reported. His school is conservative, a true nest of homophobes. Carl grinned, "But not above collecting five thousand dollars from me for his name and address."

"Shit, we're both just like Ali, our fucking schools sold you our contracts."

"I hadn't thought about it like that, but yup, I guess they did."

"In my case I'm glad they did." I once again offered Carl my hand and that time I really meant it. "The spuds should almost be done, I better get the steaks on."

We all worked to clean up after dinner and as soon as the dishwasher started Carl approached me wearing a bright red face, I saw Ali in the background laughing behind his hand. "Ah, Robby, I'd really like to make love to you now if you don't mind. I know I'm kind of big but I promise I'll be really careful."

"Sure Carl, just let me get in the head and get ready, unless you'd like to do it for me." He took my hand and I grabbed Ali's because I really wanted to watch those two in action since they had a year together. It didn't take long and there was no false modesty, there was a lot of making out and no one bumped their head this time around when it seemed samples became mandatory and were taken.

When we finished I smiled at Carl, nodded and took his hand. From the beginning I saw Ali's influence. Ali the contract servant had his young master well trained. He controlled my ability to come in his mouth for fifteen minutes by going so slow it started to get painful and my frustration showed as my hands fluttered around his blond mop. A single warning frown in the beginning kept them that way.

When he entered my pussy and by then it was my pussy when used by a cock, he stopped at about half of his length and began thrusting. I lifted my head, I was right; at least half of his shaft remained visible. I glanced at Ali with a raised eyebrow and gently placed my heels in the dents between Carl's cheeks and thighs, Ali watched and nodded. I waited for the next down thrust and used all the muscles in my legs to impale myself completely. Carl curled his torso to look me in the eyes first before he looked down to see where his cock wasn't.

"Now that we got that out of the way, think of me as you would Ali, and now let's get serious, I don't think I'll break," I whispered. Carl grinned and kissed me deeply. I released my hold on his ass and man, with my permission, did he get serious and it was wonderful! I kept my heels on him though because I wanted to be ready. I was certain he would use Ali's trick for ease of removal after. I was right. I didn't give him a chance plus I arched just to be sure. He gave up after the third spurt by driving my smaller body halfway into the firm mattress and held me there until he was completely limp. I discovered Carl was an artist at tongue fucking and when he clamped his lips over the relaxed opening he turned into a Shop Vac that had me squirming with renewed pleasure.

Carl decreed that we would take a nap at that point, I protested that I wanted to watch he and Ali, but was quickly snuggled against his side by brute force while Ali took the other since our heads were on his shoulders and our arms on his chest we also covered his legs with ours and then intertwined them so he'd have ask permission to go take a leak.

Surprise! It was daylight when I woke up. We had napped the whole fucking night away. I woke Carl first by stroking his morning wood, which I imagined was temporary if he had to take a piss as badly as I did. "I'll go make coffee," I volunteered, "but don't you dare start anything with the wild Arab if I'm not here to watch." Carl licked my nose; lapped would be a better word, before he let me go. I forgot that he still had a long arm around me. "I have to piss!" I cried and ran.

I asked if I could go with Ali to meet Brian's plane, Carl said yes, that I didn't even have to ask. Ali wanted to know if I knew how to get to the big airport. I shrugged, "I know its south on the interstate, there should be signs, we'll find it. Do you have a picture so we know the dude?"

Carl went to his office and brought several back, "The school sent some yearbook photos." Ali draped himself on my back to look over my shoulder so our cheeks touched. One was posed, Brian, as a junior was already captain of the swim team.

"Yup that cinches it, he's gay."

"How in the world can you tell?" Ali asked.

"Simple. I joined the swim team so I could see all the eye candy I wanted and incidentally to also be seen if anyone was really interested. I just got kicked out of school before I got lucky, but there was plenty of interest in this hot little bod, believe me."

Ali looked up at Carl, "Oh my, he's not only a diplomat but he's so modest too."

Carl shrugged and asked, "Have either of you been told that you're too pretty to be a boy?"

We both nodded. I was wondering why he asked since I was more than certain his face and body never caused anyone to run away or laugh, "Well aren't we?" He asked before he started laughing.

We ran to the bathroom to get morning ready before we dressed. We were already running late so there was no time for fooling around and everything was clinical. I found a pair of deck shoes that fit while Ali got out shorts. Carl looked us over when we got back into the salon. "Pull those shorts up Robby, your pubes are almost showing."

Ali giggled after I complied, he bent slightly, reached to the tell tail outlined area and pulled my dick down with two fingers, "He can't and they won't stay up anyway." I let go of the waist and the front settled down to where it was before. Ali twisted my shoulders until I turned around, "See his beautiful little bubble butt keeps them up."

Carl and I both grinned at Ali's interest in my body and attire. I added, "Plus let us not forget that I don't have any pubes to show anyway thanks to you guys." I attempted to look sorrowful mourning their loss.

Ali burst into giggles and pushed me toward the companionway, "Do you want to know why we're so blasted late?" he called over his shoulder, "Because I simply could get our pretty boy away from the mirror, and that was because he decided he adores his new look!"

We argued and joked, pushed and shoved each other all the way down the dock and into the parking lot to the car. It suddenly dawned on me why Ali acted my age or younger; he never had a childhood from age eleven. He even worked for Carl at first before they became lovers. I decided we'd be best buds from then on and play at whatever he wanted to do outside of sex, because in that area he was the recognized master.

Ali was planning to drop me off at the arrivals curbside and then drive around in circles until I found Brian, but that was unnecessary, he was already standing outside looking lost and maybe depressed. "Damn me sir, I think that seventeen year old body is no doubt the choicest at this airport. Those baggy shorts and shirt don't hide a thing." Ali whispered as we stopped in front of him.

I opened the door and hopped out to introduce myself, "Hey Brian how's it hangin' man? I'm Robby Ford your OTHER classmate even though we aren't in the same class." Brian may have thought that no one could see his eyes behind his Foster Grant's but up close like I was, he was wrong. His eyes kept traveling up and down my body while he shook my hand. I couldn't resist and swept a hand up and down where his eyes just traveled, "If you think this is nice wait until you see Ali and Carl!" I cut off his stuttering protest of innocence or ignorance, "Hop in the front I'll get in the back." I removed choice by giving him a push. With the doors closed I kept pushing, "This is beautiful Ali, check out his body, he's seventeen like you but he looks like he's twelve doesn't he?"

Brian shook hands with Ali. "What's this school yacht shit all about anyway?"

"Just that, it's a school. We each have our own study room or a cabin really and a computer and our courses are on software. It's a really cool boat with all of the conveniences of home and without all the moral taboos if you happen to be a young gay. If you aren't gay it's going to be a long year.

As I answered his question, Brian looked like he'd been slapped, embarrassed and was afraid. He finally ended so sqenched up in his seat that he couldn't see out the window. "Oh'" Was his only comment.

Once on board again, I winked at Ali and bowed to Brian to go down the hatch first. He froze when he saw Carl just like I did and I gave him a hard shove. He struggled feebly to get free of Carl's arms after breathing deeply with his face in the crook of Carl's neck and shoulder, that distinctive cinnamon man scent is hard to get away from. Once free he backed away and stared as Ali and I pushed off our shorts together. His eyes moved to us, we both got hard just from his intense scrutiny. He even moved his sunglasses up into his curly light brown hair. Brian's eyes seem to be fixed on me more than Ali.

I held myself and sucked in my gut, "Shake with Model-T," I offered. Carl understood and started laughing.

Brian didn't, "Huh?"

Of course Ali didn't get it either but not being an American, it was understandable. "My last name is Ford get it? This is Model-T!"

Brian grinned and nodded finally but wasn't about to shake my cock. He didn't mind looking at it though and his substantially tented shorts indicated that he was sorely tempted.

Carl sighed deeply, somehow he was disappointed, "You two studs forgot to tell Brian about the two minute rule didn't you?" he asked quietly.

"Oh dear I've failed again. Brian dear boy, nudity is required below deck and we all have two minutes to get that way." Ali explained apologetically.

Brian grinned and went into a fighting stance with his hands up in some kind of Kun Fo bullshit defensive posture, "Make me," he challenged.

Carl agreed by simply tackling him with a laugh. Ali and I joined him before they hit the deck together. Carl stretched out across Brian's chest and I played referee by slapping the deck before I crawled to help Ali with the de-pantsing. Brian began laughing but he was also using his powerful legs to keep us away from his shorts. At first I tried to catch and hold his legs at the ankles but each time I caught one ankle he was able to push me away with the other foot. Ali stayed safely out of range on his knees and giggled.

"Ali Goddamnit, help me!" I demanded, "Just grab his other leg!"

Ali crawled close and grabbed Brian's cock clearly outlined through the thin material of his shorts, "This one?" he asked mischievously and twisted. Brian's heels dropped with a thud.

I giggled, "That one worked." A few seconds' later Brian's shorts and boxers were piled on the deck. Carl pulled him to his feet and Brian peeled his own shirt off then stood like a statue with downcast eyes while we studied him. "Man if I had a body like yours, you'd have to fight me to get me into clothes."

Brian looked up to study me up and down, "It looks to me like if you play a few sports, that you will by the time you're seventeen." My cock stiffened again under his close scrutiny, "Wow, you're also going to be a monster after you get through puberty."

I thanked him with a straight face, told him my age and then told him about the OTHER leveling the playing field rule as I ran a finger down his treasure trail that started or I guess stopped just short of his rib cage. Brian backed to the bulkhead by the steps, "No way man, never in a million years."

Carl looked at his watch and then at Ali and I as we began to approach Brian cautiously to wrestle him to the deck once again. "Let it go for now guys. Get suits on, we're leaving. Ali, get the engine warmed up and take in the spring lines."

"I'll help," I volunteered. We brought suits for Brian and Carl and raced to the deck. I jumped to the dock and released the lines and then jumped back to uncleat them and coil both neatly. I asked where they were stored and Ali pointed to the flush hatch in the spacious fantail deck. I whistled at seeing scuba equipment and the assortment of fishing poles stored there. "This school year was going to be a blast." I told Ali before returning to the dock ready to cast off the dock lines when ordered. To my surprise when Carl and Brian showed up they both sat down and stretched out. Carl nodded to Ali and he signaled me. I tossed the bowline and jumped with the stern line as Ali engaged the engine. After I stored the last two lines I went to stand by Ali and ogle the functioning electronics watching him enviously as he maneuvered the big boat through the marina and into the heavy traffic on the inter-coastal.

I saw Carl wink at us and grin. I winked back and blushed imagining that I must have looked like a wide-eyed asshole, "Here take over will you dear chap? I quite forgot to take a leak." Ali explained and then just walked away from the wheel to disappear below.

I grinned, sucked in my gut and puffed out my chest with pride in being trusted to take the helm in all the heavy boat traffic, which quickly intensified as we approached a drawbridge that of course was closed. Drawbridges didn't open on demand in Ft. Lauderdale they open on a fixed schedule and we had ten minutes to wait. Rather than joining the mob closer to the bridge I cut power before I realized that the tide was going out, the direction we were going toward the inlet so we were still being pushed forward. Carl glanced up at me when I shifted to neutral and smiled with a satisfied nod when I went to reverse and boosted power so that we simply stopped moving.

"Well done Robby effective immediately you are the helmsman when we're in traffic. Ali always gets nervous and has to take a leak." Carl joked.

"I do not!" Ali protested from the hatch, but then went to sit beside Carl with no effort to take the helm again.

When I finally turned into the inlet I got in the wake a monster motor yacht, easily over a hundred feet long and boosted power enough so we stayed there. Ali came by to show me how to raise the sails and then went to a winch to adjust the genoa, the head sail. I was reminded of the picture in my folder. When the sails filled it was a pleasure to cut the engine and be surrounded by near silence.

Brian was yawning regularly and nodding his head. "Tired?" Carl asked.

"Yah, I haven't been sleeping too well since all the shit got dumped on me. Then last night I was just worried about coming here and I didn't sleep at all."

Ali got up and went down into the storage and brought up a rolled mat along with the two dock lines I had just hung up down there. He dropped the lines on the seat behind me and then unrolled the mat on the lowered table. "I believe I'll enjoy forty winks too right here where I can tan my beautiful body." We'd reached the last big marker buoy, which was the signal to shed our suits. Carl came over to give me a compass heading and showed me how to set the autopilot if I wanted to leave my post. Of course I didn't I was enjoying myself.

I caught the `too', it was like a subliminal suggestion, Brian yawned again stood up, pushed his little suit off and then joined Ali on the mat using the space Ali left for him. Carl collected the suits and went below. Then I not only loved controlling such a large boat I loved the view of the two naked beauties sleeping in front of me.

Carl returned with bottle of sun lotion, not block, only `16' and asked if I wanted him to apply it. Of course I did. He wanted to know why I was hard so I nodded to the guys, "Because of looking at them and because I'm fucking the Atlantic Ocean with your boat."

"Oh, good reasons." He slathered extra on my cock and balls, "Remember you have to wash this shit off before anyone sucks you, it really tastes nasty." After I finished Carl he lowered his voice, "We have some school business to take care of as soon as Ali is sure that Brian is asleep, want to help?" I ran a hand down my belly to the top of my cock and looked at Brian, Carl nodded.

Ali sat up cautiously and scampered over to us at the wheel, he was smiling, "He's asleep now but he was playing with us until a couple of minutes ago. I think he wants to be tied and forced to submit that is why he made himself vulnerable."

"How do you know all this Ali?" I asked innocently.

"Oh please dear sweet Robby, I've been around my last master enough to know. His old servant whispered to me. I was to enter his bedroom only when he was snoring because he would be on his back. I would shackle his wrists, wake him and then impale myself on his tiny pizzle, in effect raping him while he was quite helpless so that he was without blame for fucking little boys." Ali saw my eyes widen, "Yes I know I was not a little boy but without body hair I looked nine or ten." I looked down at myself.

"To quote Brian, `Oh'." I giggled behind my hand.

"It sounds right," Carl agreed, "with his fundamentalist upbringing, if we tied him up and had our way with, who could blame him? Okay let's do it."

"Go get all you're shit from the bathroom Ali, while we get his attention." Ali scampered off while I set the autopilot.

Carl took a dock line and pulled a loop through the eye splice. He told me to chinch it on one wrist while he pulled it tight under the table and tied the other end of the line off on Brian's other wrist. We had him hog tied and struggling before Ali got back.

Brian cranked up his act while we waited, "What are you guys doing to me?" he asked with a sniff, looking at both of us but once again more at me.

I could see I liked this bondage shit as long as I was the master. I winged my answer as if I was really in charge, "Well we saw that you weren't going to cooperate with Ali removing your beautiful body hair, and it's a school rule you know for new students. I complained but I didn't fight it and now I even like it. It's great to suck a guy's balls into your mouth and not have to stop and pry a curly out of your teeth." I looked at Brian's cock. It was standing up off his hard belly looking for something. He groaned when I took it in my hand. "This is sure nice, did you ever fuck another guy with it?"

"Hell no! That's disgusting even to think about!" Brian's cock filled with additional blood until the head was shinning in the sunlight with additional pressure.

I shrugged, "I guess I'll have to do all the work then the first time. Don't worry you'll love it, I know I did and still do." I looked at Carl quizzically, "How in the world is he going to eat his cum out of my pussy while he's tied up like this." Carl moved to near the hatch so Brian couldn't see him laughing, "I know. I'll just sit on his face!" That revelation sent shivers of anticipation through Brian's body although he moaned and groaned about getting free and away from perverted little me if he had to jump overboard.

Ali reappeared carrying his basket of goodies. I suggested that we start on his armpits and work down since the rope already stretched Brian's arms out. I think that truly shocked him as he didn't think about the hair there as being pubic in nature. I consoled him by lifting my own arms. That really wasn't helpful, he began thrashing around trying to protect his underarms using constant movement. The process went more quickly after I followed Ali's earlier example and began bending Brian's hard cock using both hands whenever he so much as twitched. By the time his torso including cock and balls were done, washed and rinsed Brian pretty much gave up the struggle. His legs went smoothly and were wonderfully smooth to my touch when I washed the gunk off each one carefully. Ali motioned to us silently to lift, hold and spread those muscular legs finally and Brian's crotch and asshole were exposed. When Ali finished we untied Brian's arms but he just stayed there with his arms out and kept his legs up and spread, I couldn't resist, I bent down and kissed his pucker. He shivered. When I looked up between his legs I saw him with his head lifted watching me.

"Who do you want to pop this cherry?" I asked.

Brian looked confused, "Why you of course," he hesitated and added, "master, whenever you want. I know I'm your slave. I can't run away and I just found out that if I don't obey you, you'll just tie me up and force me."

I was totally surprised that such a gorgeous young stud, three years older than me would give himself to me to use as I pleased, all to assuage his guilt in being gay. "Okay then, come with me, you need to get nice and clean inside." I held out my hand to help him off the table. He stood by me with downcast eyes apparently totally subservient.

"Hold it Robby, let Ali take him. I'm feeling a little hot so I guess you're going to be busy." Carl said standing near the wet bar with a face cloth to remove the sun block from my cock, while his newly cleaned, was throbbing in anticipation.

I grinned and ran to have Carl wash me before he pointed to the vacant table. I ran there too. Ali pulled Brian to the hatch and pushed him down the steps, "Hurry Brian so we don't miss too much of the fun," he giggled madly. He called up to me, "Don't plan on moving off that mat for the rest of the day either!" he warned playfully.

After Carl finished giving me a most exquisite head job, he unfolded his long body from between my legs and stretched out at my side. We were going to wait for Ali and Brian to return before we went further. "You know it would be neat if we had a couple of big dog choker collars, one for me and one for Brian, they would kind of mark us as being your property."

Carl snapped his fingers and sat up, "I have something even better, I'll be right back." He was laughing his ass off when he returned carrying four long jewelry boxes, "Ali was just taste testing his handiwork as I was passing by. I think your slave boy has a concussion." I rubbed my head remembering. Carl handed me one of the boxes, "I had these made for all of us, I waited until you two got here before I handed them out."

I opened my box and my eyes widened. It contained a heavy gold chain with a charm attached. The charm was a really detailed rendering of the Frig-It. I sat up and twisted around, "Wow they're beautiful. Would you put mine on me please?" I went cross-eyed looking at the charm lying against my chest and compromised by looking at Carl's after I snapped his in place. "Fantastic, thanks!"

When Ali and Brian came up with Brian still rubbing his head I put Brian's on and Carl did the same for Ali. "Now we all belong equally to the Frig-It!" Carl announced just before Ali pounced on him to administer a long drawn out thank you kiss. Brian stood at my side blushing and looking a little left out. I started to take him in my arms to kiss him, but at my first touch he turned the tables and held me tightly with my feet dangling off the deck.

Brian broke the kiss to breathe through his mouth smiling slightly, he whispered, "Are you going to fuck me now master?" He looked so hopeful, even to the point of nodding his head.

I really looked disappointed, "I'm sorry Brian, I know I said yes before but Carl reminded me that I'm the fuck boy for the next week, meaning that the three of you get to fuck me all you want, but I can't fuck anyone. In fact you guys can't fuck each other." I watched his cock rise from half to full mast at the prospects ahead as he studied my body more closely, particularly what he could see of my ass. I got inspired and I didn't think he'd mind following my orders, "In fact anytime Carl and Ali aren't using my pussy I'd like it if you kept it filled." I stroked his erection meaningfully and he nodded eagerly, ready to begin.

Helpful Carl picked me up and arranged me on my back and then pushed my legs back into my own hands. He patted the mat by our side inviting Brian up to get a closer look. Ali took the other side. Carl looked at Brian, "I already gave Robby a head job, and we waited for you to get back from getting your concussion..."

Ali giggled, "I've said I was sorry a dozen times. It won't happen again now that you know about it."

While Ali and Brian talked over us, I reached down to guide Carl to my eager pussy. I relaxed completely somehow and his head penetrated easily. It was then that I clenched on his shaft heightening his pleasure. I made him work to bury the rest. Carl's eyes widened when he saw me smiling up at his face realizing that I was consciously working my muscles and apparently succeeding. Our bodies glistened and ran with sweat by the time he gave up the contest of wills and he filled me with his first load of cum that day. Boy, were we ever running behind my schedule. It was noon already and I had planned that by then I would have been fucked twice by each of my three lovers.

Carl slithered backward to get in position to eat me and curious Brian leaned in close to study my gaping hole before the muscles naturally contracted to normal, he looked at me, then at Carl, "Can I try that?" he asked hopefully.

I grinned and nodded while Carl said, "Sure, anytime as long as I can eat yours."

"OKAY!" Brian answered then almost pushed Carl off the mat to replace his body in a pool of our sweat.

I curled my body and lifted my head to look between my legs at what Brian was about to dine on for his first time. There was a big knurdle of Carl's cum that was on the verge of running. Brian boldly caught it with his tongue and pushed it back before he covered me with his lips and began sucking like a madman. Sucking and swallowing, I was pleased and surprised by his gentle efficiency. Then while Brian maintained suction he started tongue fucking me. He quickly had me writhing and holding his head while I whispered sweet nothings and told him how great he was doing. And he was doing good, so good that my cock had gone to diamond cutter status and was looking for a mouth or hole. I finally had to push his head away when I saw sweat running in his eyes plus there was the problem with my cock ready to explode.

"Please Brian, please suck me off," I begged while panting. He didn't hesitate there either. His mouth engulfed me and he just never stopped until he kissed the vacant area where my pubes used to be. My cock certainly appreciated the effort because it immediately started adding a generous helping of cum to join Carl's in Brian's stomach all without the need of swallowing. Brian thought he was responsible for the premature ejaculation when I gently lifted his head off my rod. I rushed to explain that it wasn't premature but that he'd gotten me overheated with his expert pussy eating technique. He grinned like he'd just learned that he was a billionaire.

Brian entered me so slowly and carefully with his six beautiful inches that it seemed to be more like a tubular caress than a penetration. He stayed braced up over me, afraid to put his weight on me and I got enthralled with watching his perfect Adonis body as it worshiped mine and as far as I was concerned he was that perfect and I was in love with him. His green eyes stayed open and remained mostly on mine as a route to my brain except when mine swept down to admire his body then his followed but stayed on mine.

He came like a sneak thief. His eyes rolled up briefly and his body bowed into mine. He paused like he was resting, but I felt his powerful spurts. He leaned down and kissed me. I sucked his tongue in and held it and he slowly resumed his slow thrusting only that time he allowed his body weight to press my cock between our slippery bodies. He smiled down on me, he knew exactly what he was doing or attempting and he succeeded. We came together his second time. I used my arms and legs to prevent him from attempting a third round although I think he could have since he didn't seem to be wilting. He withdrew only to clean my cum and sweat from my chest belly and cock.

Carl intruded in our reverie, "That was beautiful to watch and now is a great time to take a lunch break." I looked up stupidly; Ali tended eight big burgers on the smoking grill that looked almost done.

"When did you guys...?"

Carl grinned at Brian, "The second time," Brian blushed while I hugged him proudly.

Carl showed us where a fresh water wash down hose was stored under a seat and used it to wash the yucky mat and then we all used it to wash and cool ourselves off. We changed course slightly and temporarily so the mainsail shaded the table while we polished off our lunch and Ali, our sex education instructor gave us some good news, "Effective at once, your term on the bottom is cancelled. Quite obviously there's no point in continuing since you love it so much."

Brian was disappointed, "What about me, don't I have to serve my time too? I don't even know if I like it, I've never done it."

I pointed at the mat drying on the deck, and kissed Brian' cheek, "We'll just experiment right after lunch. How's that?" Brian's smile brightened our shaded area. We cleaned up after lunch since Carl and Ali cooked. I bent to start the dishwasher and when I looked around Brian had disappeared. I grinned when I saw him drop to the mat on his back as if his body was magnetized. I knelt over him to begin making out with him but he had other ideas, "Can we just skip the foreplay this first time I'll come when you do," he assured me.

I looked down to see his cock hard and already throbbing, I grinned, "Should I hurry?"

"No, as long as you don't lay on it before you're ready, just like I did with you." When I started to finger him to stretch and relax his muscles he stopped me again. "I think I'm going to like being finger fucked, and love being eaten out especially by you, but could you always just use your cock to stretch me? I want to get used to doing it that way," he blushed delightfully, "then, I mean in the future anytime one of you guys want to fuck me you won't have to screw around with getting me ready. Just grab me and go for it."

I was pretty much amazed that Brian had all this worked out in his mind. While he told me what I thought he liked, he was using my nuts to pull me closer until he was able to snuggle my cock head in tightly against his pucker. He then resorted to using my trick with his heels so removed my desire to go slow to prevent hurting him; I guess he wasn't because he immediately began some frantic pelvic movement to get me started and continued them to meet me half way every time while wearing a blissful half smile as our eyes bored into each others. Ali stretched out beside us and held my balls, careful not to touch Brian, but ready to heighten my pleasure.

If Ali's hand wasn't enough, Carl spread my legs and folded his body between them. He spread my cheeks and held them open, "Dessert," he stated with a giggle before he locked his lips on my boy pussy. That was too much. I dropped my body down on Brian's cock and began shooting, clenching on Carl's tongue with every spurt while Brian laid down a near perfect pattern of thick white globs from his chin south. I quickly bent to inhale them in order.

Carl left me to push Ali to his back. Ali giggled, lifted his legs and welcomed Carl's cock into his body without preamble. Watching us was foreplay enough for them and us watching them was enough for us to stay hard. I came once again but it was only a squirt not spurts and I had to finish Brian with my mouth. He rewarded me with about the same, our tanks were dry and we were both as exhausted as we were satiated. The four of us traded sun block after hosing our spent bodies and then Brian and I stretched out on the deck for a snooze while Carl and Ali sat behind the wheel to keep the first watch. I woke up first only because I was so hot, sweat poured out from every pore. I used the hose again and then turned it on Brian. He didn't move at first but he grinned with his eyes closed. We made another gallon of iced tea and the four of us were just finishing the dregs when Grand Island, more commonly known as Grand, Bahamas, appeared on the horizon.

Carl had already told us that we'd anchor in a small cove for the night, enter the harbor in the morning, clear customs and then explore the island for the day. It was getting late and we needed to be anchored before darkness fell so we retracted the sails and started the engine. Surprisingly the cove was empty and we congratulated ourselves on having total privacy. Our inventive Arab invited us to join them in the head before dinner because he wanted to show us a sensual way to eat, if we were interested. He didn't have to invite us twice.

We all worked together to prepare dinner; we were having spaghetti with Italian sausage with sauce from a jar of course. Ali set the table in advance of us bringing up the dinner and wine. We both arched eyebrows at the two place settings instead of four. "You feed your partner," Ali explained.

I shrugged, "Exactly how is that sensual?"

"Man you two have no imagination," Carl accused with a laugh as Ali stroked him to full hardness. Of course just watching that happen was enough to get us newcomers up. Carl sat down on the bench seat and Ali, giggling all the while backed up to him and Carl eased him onto his erection. Ali wiggled in delight and looked up at us patting the upholstered seat beside them. The light began to dawn.

"I call sitting on you," I got out a split second before Brian nudging him to the vacant place setting. I had to admit that the experience was becoming sensual. Ali and I filled the two squat spaghetti bowls; the salad bowls and split the toasted garlic bread. I patted my rippled gut where I imagined Brian was deep inside me. We kissed and kissed.

"Enough of that! Watch me feed dear Carl the bottomless pit."

As Ali busied himself with rolling spaghetti on their fork, Carl winked at us and asked, "Do you know how the Eskimo Indians in Alaska feed their kids?" We both nodded and grinned. "Well, that's how we eat dinner occasionally."

Brian beat me to the fork and spoon. Now that first mouthful was sensual and I was able to swallow without chewing. Brian got playful when we were nearly finished. He took a spoonful of sauce and dribbled it on my chest, belly and on the head of my cock. I helped him spin my body eagerly until I could lay back. Carl scolded Ali for not thinking of spreading the sauce around first. Ali quickly corrected the oversight. Ali got off slightly ahead of me and when I finished in Brian's mouth I asked him how and where he wanted to fuck me so he could get off after almost an hour of sitting motionless buried in my pussy. He pointed to the table and began to spin me so my back was to his chest. Carl followed Brian's movements and soon both of them were thrusting into our bodies while Ali and I kissed passionately.

That was the moment a male voice hailed us, "Ahoy there Frig-It! Want to raft up?"

That was also the moment that Brian shot me with a pint of cum mixed with shock and fear. He was still coming when he dragged me back to sit down again with me still impaled. Carl grabbed Ali by the hips and stood up holding helpless Ali in front of his body also still riding Carl's big boner. Our heads twisted. A thirty-foot sloop was fifty feet behind our stern. Two youngish guys stood waving bottles of wine at us. Both were comfortably naked, both were hard and both held binoculars.

I looked to Carl to hear how he would answer only to see him wearing his tell-tail vacant expression and trembling while Ali shivered in the first throws of spewing himself from being watched by strangers. They'd stay that way unable to speak until they were finished.

Since I was third in command I answered, "If you have fenders you can come alongside and we'll talk about it."

"Are you the captain?"

I nodded toward Carl and Ali, "He's busy." That evoked a lot of giggles while one guy scurried to tie off fenders where the two boats would touch.

I gently pulled away from Brian who immediately went bonkers at me for exposing my erection to strangers. I giggled and explained that those two had just watched he and Carl fuck us. I cleated the smaller boat's lines.

Carl straightened his arms to detach Ali, who then went to mourn the loss of his load on the seat cushion. Carl calmly invited the guys aboard and began the introductions. He saved Ali for last since at the moment he was busy using his tongue to lap up his own mess. Both guys blinked when Brian stood up to shake hands. The older guy, Tim, was in his thirties and thought he was pretty hot shit because he bragged, he owned the boat and used it to pick up young guys in Ft. Lauderdale, sail them to the islands and then fuck their brains out since they couldn't get away. The younger guy Billy was the current victim. Billy was eighteen maybe, had a nice wiry body but swished too much for my taste. I also knew from earlier that poor Billy was somewhat under endowed.

Tim cut right to the chase, "You guys are all really hot. Do you want to get it on tonight? Maybe have a gang bang." The dickwad eyed me, "I never fucked a pussy that young before."

I took after my father when frowning, we called it the `Ford Frown', I gave dickwad one then, "You aren't getting this one either." Brian stepped in front of me ready to go, his frown was a real good one too. Tim then offered all four of us Billy's services.

Carl ended it then, "Look pal, there's four of us, all very compatible as you may have noticed. We're going to be cruising for a year and we don't need to go looking for outside cocks or pussies, so please just drop it or take your wine and get off my boat."

"Okay, it's dropped. It was worth a try." He sniffed what was left of dinner and looked hopeful, "Got any leftovers, I'll trade you for the wine." Carl nodded.

Brian, Ali and I cleared the table and went below. Ali grinned at us and took the pot of sauce off the stove over to the short hall that led to the master cabin so he couldn't be seen from the hatch. He hockered noisily and spit, we rushed over to make our contributions. We tried not to laugh when we brought the food back to the table. By then Tim had Billy in his lap and seated on his cock and was bouncing him like a jumping jack. Tim stopped and began force feeding Billy and just chewing and swallowing his own food while exclaiming loudly that Lord knew what the kid had had in his mouth and he wasn't about to catch anything. Except for Carl, we all sat on the other side of the cockpit to get as far away from the loud crude cock- sucker as we could. The looks we got from Billy told us that he wasn't having a very good time either. Carl kept Tim's wine glass full and didn't touch his own. Carl winked at us when he opened the second bottle and just kept on pouring. Finally Tim got quieter, his head began to nod and when his chin touched his chest, he began to snore. We motioned Billy over. He grinned and stood up, Tim was completely flaccid.

When I asked in a whisper what Billy was doing with such an asshole he shrugged, "It's a living." He grinned, "You can close your mouths guys."

Carl joined us. He told Billy that he could stay with us that night and in the morning we'd take in him to the island and put him on a plane home. Billy agreed before frowning at his former customer, "What about him?"

"We'll just pour him back on his own boat, set him free to drift a hundred yards or so, drop his anchor and swim back."

Billy giggled excitedly, "I'll go get my stuff." He was off the Frig-It into Tim's cabin and back again in thirty seconds flat.

Brian and I manhandled Tim's inert form over the side into Carl's waiting arms who then just eased him to the deck and left him there. Brian stepped onto the smaller boat to help Carl. Ali and I set the boat free. It drifted slowly and when it was a safe two hundred yards away, they anchored it. They dove together already planning a race back. My man won I'm pleased to say. I froze in my tracks while I reviewed the startling thought and decided that I was right, Brian was my man, he was my partner, and my lover and I loved him. As soon as he had two feet on the deck I rushed him, not quite tackling him, just forcing him to sit back while I climbed his body and declared my love for him between licks to remove the salt water from his body and tickles so he'd wrestle me to make me stop. He quickly had me pinned and helpless.

He put on his adoring puppy dog smile that I loved, looked me in the eyes again and whispered "I love you too Robby Ford. I think I did from the time this morning when you popped out of the car to ask me how I was hangin'. I'm a totally repressed sex fiend or I was. You got me out of my shell in under a day. Now I need to tell you that I love you on top, I love you on the bottom. I love your Mister Model `T' and your very clever pussy; I love your whole body and everything that comes out of it," he paused with a new thought, his smile turned into a lecherous grin, "In fact it occurs to me that you've been walking around with something that belongs to me and I want it back."

I knew what it was, "And just how are you going to take it back lover boy?" I challenged.

He considered that for a moment. His grin broadened, "This morning when I was tied up and helpless, you said something about sitting on my face. Was that a threat or a promise?"

"I choose promise. Where?"

"Here on the deck."

"When?"

"Now!"

With that Brian picked me up, lay down to stretch out on the deck and arranged me so I knelt over him with my knees at his sides facing his feet and everything in between. My ankles held down his shoulders. He controlled the distance to his mouth with his hands and I consciously relaxed when I first felt his tongue. "I'll give you an hour to stop that!" I screamed.

Poor Billy knelt at our side jerking off while he watched us. I saw his eyes fixed on Brian's unattended cock, "Do you think he'd mind if I sucked him off?" he asked hopefully, forgetting that the cock's owner was somewhere under my butt.

"He probably wouldn't but I would," I was having a problem talking. "I'll tell you what; I'll share it with you. He's too tall for me to reach him with my mouth, but you could make him bend his body enough so I can if you just get your knees under his butt far enough so its tilted this way."

Billy got into position quickly and soon had Brian's ass resting halfway up his chest and I could get my mouth on his cock. Billy helped me by claiming the two big balls for his mouth, "Shaved is good," he mumbled. Then without asking he lifted Brian's legs and pushed them toward Brian's head. I could then swallow Brian completely while Billy went after the real prize, my favorite pussy. Billy drove his tongue in and I felt Brian match him. I jumped and then sat back too hard, I thought, until Brian held me tighter.

Brian's shot arrived unexpectedly while buried in my gullet so I had nothing to share until I felt my nuts gather. I pulled away panting, "Quick Billy if you want my load, you best get down here fast."

Billy abandoned Brian's pussy and just leaned down spreading Brian's legs even further. He just had time to get a lip lock on me before I started to spew. Brian finally tapped my thigh to indicate that he was finished. He sat up looking confused, "Who did what to whom?" he asked, but when I began to answer he stopped me with a kiss.

I pushed Billy away, "Enough already Billy, leave the meat, it's a renewable resource!" I joked. I looked around to see Ali in the saddle slowly humping his big lover, "It looks like Ali is almost done, crawl over there and be ready to dive in there fast when he pulls out, if you aren't fast you won't get a second chance."

We slept on the deck that night and many other nights on two inflatable twin-size mattresses. We playfully pushed Billy into the middle, on the crack when we were finally ready to sleep and watched as his slender body sank to the deck when the two mattresses skated apart. He ended up with Carl and Ali and was liked and accepted enough by us that he shared Carl's chest as a pillow with Ali.

Brian and I cuddled together and talked awhile waiting for sleep. I told him about my father owning outright or interests in gas and oil transmission lines that crisscrossed the country. Brian explained that his family owned meatpacking plants, plural, that shipped around the world, but even though they had the world by the balls they remained steadfast conservatives and bigots. He also told me that if it weren't for the fact that he was an only child, he would have been disowned as while his father was devout, his devotion stopped short of leaving their fortune to charity including their church.

I giggled at the hypocrisy and joked, "Man it's a good thing you'll inherit, if you were piss poor everyone would think you were marrying me for my money."

There was a protracted silence. I thought it was a pretty good joke. "Would you?" he asked softly holding his breath.

"Would I what?"

"Marry me?"

"Yeah I would in a second if we were older. I mean when we are older I will definitely marry you."

Brian went up to his knees, to lean over me, "We can do it now, age doesn't make a marriage succeed! We don't have to wait. We can make it work, we can do it right here on Frig-It with Carl and Ali. Look Robby, I have another year of high school and you have three. As soon as I'm eighteen I get a huge trust and when I graduate I can go to college right from here over the net and you can do the same. The neat thing is that since we're out of sight no one will know unless we tell them."

I pulled his head down to mine and attempted to kidnap his tongue I giggled in his mouth thinking of our future. "You seem to have everything planned out. Exactly how long have you been thinking about this? Oh and by the way everyone who sees us together will know because I'm not walking around near you with my hands in my pockets just to keep a secret."

Carl, Ali and Billy sat up together, "We think it might work too." Carl admitted with a smile that we could see in the moonlight. Ali pounced across the crack and kissed us his congratulations.

We spent the rest of the night until dawn, sitting on the beds like Indians, check that, Arabs. We talked and laughed and polished off two bottles of wine in the process. Carl suddenly got a strange look on his face while he watched Ali again pounce to kiss us again and encourage us to consummate our engagement then and there while everyone watched of course. Carl got to his feet and picked up Ali. Surprised Ali snuggled into Carl's chest like a helpless child. Carl carried him below. We looked at each other and shrugged. They were certainly entitled to as much privacy as they wanted. Ali's horrific scream got us moving down the steps. We found Ali lying on the bed and bawling into a pillow. Carl sat on the bed and rubbed Ali's back wearing a smile.

"Was that a yes?" Carl asked sardonically.

Ali sat up laughing and crying while nodded before jumping into Carl's lap hugging and kissing him. He pulled away from a nipple long enough to look at us through his tears, "Carl just asked me to marry HIM! Isn't that just divine!"

"Why'd you turn him down?" I quipped and ducked so the bed pillow hit Brian. That was the signal to rush them for more congratulatory kisses, mutual by then.

We got the Frig-It moving an hour later, motored into the harbor and found a marina with a space at the end of a tee dock. Carl called customs and then we all worked on breakfast while we waited. During breakfast Carl handed Billy his card that had a number scrawled across the back. "That's my grandfather's office private line I'll call him later and you call him when you get back. If you want to get out of your current business while you're alive and healthy he'll give you a job doing something that will be a start."

"Thanks!" Billy looked delighted, "What's his name?"

"The same as mine, Lundstrom," Carl laughed, "Oh, he's William Lundstrom."

"What kind of business is it?" I asked remembering that the name while not common was familiar.

Carl shrugged, "We make shit, all kinds of things."

I leaned over Billy's arm to read the card, "Lundstrom Industries? That's why I recognized it. You make shit, yeah right! Things like special machinery, tractors, heavy trucks you name it and they, I mean you probably make it. Hey is this a Lundstrom built yacht?" Carl grinned at me. "And this card gives your title as Executive Vice President."

"I have charge of the yacht division, and the rest of it is honorary mostly." Carl admitted with a blush "Although the pay is pretty good," he joked.

"What about us?" I asked desperately, "We just spent four hours bull shitting about our futures together. What happens to us if you have to go to work?"

"This is my work. I can't be called back because I own more company stock than anyone but my grandfather and I'll probably get that if I don't piss him off somehow, although I'm in no hurry to get that block." I nodded, satisfied and apologized for my accusations and tone of voice.

The customs guy came and went as useless as Ali shaving around my already hairless pussy. We dressed for a day looking at the local sights and finding two good restaurants, one for lunch and the second for an early dinner as we planned to go back out and anchor again in `our' private cove. We wore shorts and carried shirts in case of need to get in a restaurant. Carl put Billy in a taxi to the airport and slipped him a few bills just in case. He stepped away from us to call his grandfather while he was thinking about it. He snapped his cell phone closed and started laughing.

Carl explained the levity, "Gramps knows about me. I came out to him in prep school. Anyway he calls me his favorite fairy when we're alone or on the phone. I told him that Billy was going to be calling him looking for a job. He asked what the kid could do. I told him that Billy said that he was a wicked typist, both fast and accurate. He said having someone around who actually could type at all would be a blessing and that he might just keep Billy to work for him personally. I was waiting for his last question," Carl dropped his voice and asked gruffly, "Is this kid a fairy too? I answered truthfully and even volunteered that he was also a little swishy. Gramps brushed that aside with, `That doesn't matter as long as he doesn't show up wearing dresses.' Anyway Billy's got a job." We walked from the marina as two happy couples, hand in hand and no one seemed to care beyond staring at Brian and Carl's body with envy or lust depending on the individual's gender and persuasion.

A month later we held our joint wedding ceremony on the Frig-It while anchored in a secluded cove near Andros. We memorized our simple vows and said them to our partners and our other two brothers who would always be lovers in body and brothers in mind and soul. Our bodies were unadorned as usual and by then golden brown although I did attempt to comb my hair for the occasion. Our four wedding rings matched except for the inscriptions inscribed inside. The flowing script inside mine was my name, Robert M Ford-Stone. Brian's was Brian R. Ford-Stone. Our joined names labeled us as joined in marriage. Ali decided to just use Carl's name, Lundstrom, he planned to change it legally as soon as he was eighteen as the many names attached to his first name read something like a royal pedigree since he was actually a distant relative even as a half breed. Brian and I were letting small crescent shaped pubic patches to grow in and I begged Brian to allow his neat treasure trail to re-sprout, he agreed reluctantly but kept it strictly controlled so it appeared close up like a narrow spear. After a month, my pubes were struggling and they still required a magnifying glass to see unless I was in full sun, then they sparkled and contrasted well with my dark tan.

The year rocketed by. We really got into our studies. Carl let us move my computer into Brian's room with the proviso that sex in there was forbidden. We studied, if I had a simple question I asked Brian, or if necessary I shouted for Carl. He lectured us both together; a true one-room schoolhouse and I began to absorb some of what Brian learned without trying. Our favorite course, the only one we shared was computer science, which we abbreviated to hacking'. I broke into Carl's program three months into the year. I just looked at the once despised check mark in the accelerated' box and realized that it didn't matter anymore, so I left it. Then over time as I completed a course Carl added another for me to tackle.

We docked in Ft. Lauderdale at the end of September, two weeks before the official end of our school year. It wasn't vacation time it was final examination time. Carl had arranged to have us tested by an independent testing service so he didn't even know the questions. Brian got a double whammy because he also had to take the S.A.T. exams in preparation for college. Two suits arrived early the day after we docked and were about to board without asking. I stopped them to explain that the dock was our front door and the entire boat was our home. The doorbell was simply requesting permission vocally. I waited and they relented finally. I stopped them a second time pointing at their patent leather street shoes with leather soles and hard black heels.

"Not on MY deck, no street shoes." I ordered. I had grown two inches and filled out some. I was proud of my buff body and at five feet-nine inches, I was taller than either of them. They gave in and left their shoes on the dock.

Once below, they introduced themselves to Carl who wore shorts, but I wasn't about to be confined by my little suit so I pushed it down and hung it on a hook near the hatch installed to hold our four suits since we kept forgetting.

I heard my name mentioned and I turned to face them. I was pleased to see that they were embarrassed by my nudity. Ali assured me that I had grown by a half inch there too when I followed their eyes. Carl grinned and rolled his eyes. Ali joined us from the master cabin and then Brian appeared from our classroom. Brian the big lovable lug had grown another inch to six-one. His hard smooth swimmer's gut had developed into a rippled six-pack going on eight and his pectorals were nearly as pronounced as Carl's. Ali's body had hardened as well although he was done growing. The neatest thing that identified us, as members of the crew were our cockrings, they began life as eighteen carat gold bracelets in a jewelry shop I found in the Dutch Antilles. They were heavy gold wire with a larger ball on each end. They were very pliable and were held in place by just bending them closed around our cocks and balls and as easily removed. I digress.

Brian and I were separated in our study cabins to take the battery of tests. The computers were turned off, the doors were open and we were each handed a pencil. After we started the first exam the two asshole suits began sneaking up the hall, I guess to see if we were cheating. They got to be distracting and I finally kicked Carl's office chair at the doorway to hit the dude in the legs. I invited him to sit in it if he wanted to watch. They left us alone after that except when our time was up, to collect the paperwork. In all the week was long and mentally grueling. Carl and Ali babied us at night as if we were children. They wouldn't even let us help with chores.

When the suits left us Friday afternoon for the last time, we all took a deep breath and sighed, we had to wait for the results. Carl planned a weekend trip down into Biscayne Bay to anchor nights and just day sail during each day and he invited Billy and his friend to join us. Billy's title by then was Executive Assistant to the Chairman of the Board or put another way he was William Lundstrom's private secretary in antique terms. We were startled as Carl explained that Billy held potentially the second highest position in the corporation if he wished to wield his influence since he was a trusted insider whose overall knowledge exceeded most senior executives.

Billy arrived dressed for a yachting weekend and walked and talked with confidence and a high level of self-esteem in fact he looked like he was the owner. His partner of eight months, Tanner, was equally well dressed but looked totally uncomfortable and ill at ease. Billy told us their story after we got underway.

"There's an addition to our office building underway," Carl nodded, "and one day I saw the roach coach arrive to be surround by all these construction workers. I just had to get a closer look so I began taking my break at the same time, and you can guess where." Billy giggled and Tanner blushed scarlet. "I felt a bit out of place at first, but they all just ignored me until after a couple of days some began greeting me with, `Hi kid.'" Billy took Tanner's arm, "Tanner and I saw each other at the same time. He blushed before he turned away and I knew or we knew that we'd get together somehow. After a full workweek of us just staring at each other from fifty feet apart, I gave up, that Friday and screwed up my courage to invite him for a beer and a burger after work. He studied his feet so long I began to think he didn't hear me. Finally he looked at me and nodded. What was happening inside that beautiful head of his is that if he accepted my offer he was admitting that he was gay and about to go out on a first date with another guy."

"It was just a beer." Tanner rumbled speaking up for the first time.

The new Billy giggled and punched Tanner's bicep playfully. "Goddamn Tanner didn't you ever have any offers when you were younger?" I asked from behind the wheel.

He grinned, "Ya, but I was a fast runner in those days." He looked on Billy adoringly, "When I first saw Billy, I decided to stop running, you know to see what it was all about and how far I could go or get with him since he was so interested." Tanner relaxed after that bold admission in front of strangers, even gay strangers.

Billy took over, "We had a wonderful time, but when it was time to take me home he got all nervous and jerky. He agreed to come in for a night cap but I had to push him through the door and onto the sofa."

"How'd you nail him?" I asked since no one else did.

Billy giggled, "I poured our beers into glasses and simply dumped his on him as I was serving him. I was so lucky, I got his shirt AND his jeans. Once I got his clothes off and saw him the first time, I tore mine off to make him feel more comfortable. The brute took things from there and wouldn't even allow me out of bed except for the bathroom the whole lovely weekend."

"After you just embarrassed the shit out of me, what's next?" Tanner wondered.

Billy giggled and waved his hand around us, "I suspect that after we get out away these four beautiful studs will show you."

Billy was right. We had a fantastic weekend except Tanner remained Billy's top man exclusively and Billy only looked at us with longing when a cock needed sucking or a pussy needed before he turned back to Tanner. Of course Tanner had no aversion to watching and even quickly imitated the couple being watched, but that was all right, we got watch them as well.

Wednesday, the next week, a messenger delivered a pair of envelopes. We handed them to Carl to open and announce the results. Brian's was first. His total SAT score was fifteen hundred eighty-five. When we got done kissing him, he looked morose. When I asked what was wrong he grinned, "I thought I aced that mother fucker!" With that score he would have his choice of any institution of higher learning. He actually did ace all his accelerated junior year courses, which meant he had suddenly, became a high school graduate!

Brian held me from behind while I watched Carl read my scores. The jerk had to frown at me before he grinned ear to ear. I jumped two complete grades and I would start the school year as a senior! I was astounded. As soon as I could get free of the others I rushed to the phone to call my father. Carl made us call home monthly so dad knew our schedule. Of course he didn't believe me. I was to get my little ass to the airport in three hours and I was to bring Carl along with the original test results, no copies that could be doctored.

I invited Brian and Ali to come with us. Brian worried that he might out us. I smiled; I wanted to come out to my father but not all at once. I just wanted him to meet Brian, learn something of his background and maybe start him wondering about how close we were. I'd give him a year to think that over and then see how he reacted next October. It was a quick trip to Houston and back the same day. Carl explained that due to our hasty departure, we forgot to lock the damn boat. Dad understood that. We were there long enough to enjoy dinner, my mother looked like she was ready to jump Brian's or Carl's bones whenever she looked at either of them and my thirteen year old sister also openly included exotic Ali in her imaginings. Dad read everything carefully and nodded with a genuine smile. I didn't even have to ask about the new school year's fees, he wrote the check.

My journey home to see the folks was so successful Brian decided that we should visit his parents, all of us and unannounced, so they'd have no time to get out of town or call in bible thumping preachers as reinforcements. Brian leased a jet and a car at the airport. The black maid opened the door, took one look at Brian and scooted away into the interior. That was the high point of our visit. We weren't invited beyond the foyer. Brian introduced me as his life partner to his speechless mother and handed her his test results, "I'll be starting college as soon as I can get enrolled and continue to live aboard the Frig-It."

Poor momma Stone nearly fainted at the mention of the boat's name, she recovered, and "You'll need a check for tuition and expenses" she began.

"No thank you mother, you forget that I'm eighteen now. I have granddad's trust, we'll get along without your help." Brian's eyes held the beginning of tears, "Tell dad I said hi, and maybe also tell him that I still love you both no matter what you think of me," Brian grabbed my hand and pulled me from the house.

"Holy shit, babe you didn't saying anything about a declaration of independence." I chided.

"I didn't plan it, it just popped out. I saw that trying to be nice and waiting for dad to rush home to start preaching at us was a waste of time." He smiled, "Actually I didn't do anything more than what you did, now I have mine thinking too. They'll either relent and contact me, or they won't.

The school yacht Frig-It with four happy fairies aboard departs this morning for another twelve-month cruise. OOPS! Ali's shouting his head off for me to take the wheel that means we must be in traffic! LATER!

The End