Chapter 14 -- A new Sensation
On Friday night after the awards show, we all went out to a big restaurant to celebrate. At the conclusion of the meal, the waiter brought out a huge birthday cake and about half the patrons in the restaurant sang happy birthday to me and shared a piece of cake. My birthday was actually the following Wednesday but we were scheduled to kickoff our West coast tour that evening at a big Baptist church in downtown Los Angeles. Monday would be the taping of the Cable TV special so the schedule was tight and we had to celebrate early.
Chris asked Daddy if I could go sailing with him and some friends the following morning to Catalina Island as sort of a birthday present. Afterwards he wanted to take me out dinner at a big Hollywood restaurant and then I would stay with him on Saturday evening at his hotel suite. Then we could all get together Sunday at the TV studio to practice for the special. Being a trusting soul, Daddy approved.
Chris and his band were scheduled to play a show in Anaheim on Tuesday and on Thursday he was to head south to play a show with us in San Diego. Then he and his band would leave on a tour through the southwestern states. We on the other hand would tour through California, Washington and Oregon and then work our way towards home. We had a total of fifteen shows scheduled as well as some radio and television interviews. When we got back to the Hollow, Chris would pick me up there on the2nd of July and we would begin our tour to promote "Battleground". The first show of the tour was scheduled for the 4th of July in Biloxi where we had started singing together. The Family had some local shows to do in Tennessee while I was gone and would perform without me for the first time in nine years.
After we left Chris, we went back to our condo on the beach and called it a night. When Chris came to pick me up the next morning for Catalina, Daddy asked him if he had much experience sailing and Chris told him that growing up in Biloxi he had crewed on a sail boat for some big races that went all the way to Pensacola, Florida and back. So he was quite capable of sailing the twenty two miles to the Island on his own if necessary. He said that his friend has a good-sized sail boat and that they were also very experienced and they would teach me the ins and outs of sailing. I was thinking at the time, "I'll bet they can teach me some ins and outs of a lot of things".
I was anxious to be alone with Chris, not with a bunch of strangers. Except for my solitary jack-off sessions in the privacy of my room, I had not done anything since that last night with Chris in Nashville. After singing with him on the show the night before, I was as horny as a three-peckered billy goat. We said goodbye to the family and drove to the marina to meet his friends.
The boat was a 45 foot Hunter and it was a beauty. The man who owned it was named Paul Cleason and he was probably about Chris's age. A younger friend of the owner was along and he was an oriental-looking guy named Alan. He was small and trim looking with a dark complexion and black hair. His facial features were very feminine--beautiful rather than handsome, but the femininity ended there. He was definitely all male. He was fit looking but had just enough "baby fat" to be smooth instead of sinewy. He had on a cut off tee shirt and a small white Speedo and my imagination soared. There was something about him that caused me to stare and immediately I felt that odd fluttering in my chest and a stirring in my groin...
I had never been around many people that were not WASPs. Not "Wasp" in the political sense, but in that everybody I knew was White, Anglo- Saxon, Protestants. There were few non-whites in my part of Tennessee and when we left the state, we mainly were booked in all-white churches or Southern Gospel shows. Although in years to come we played in many of the biggest Black churches in America, up to that point in my life I didn't know anybody who didn't look just about like me and my family. On the other hand, we seldom saw any Jewish , Catholic other ethnic people either. They just didn't exist in my limited world.
As Alan and I talked I learned that he was Filipino-American and his family had lived in California for three generations. During WWII his grandfather had served with the U.S. forces as a guerilla fighter against the Japanese and had been offered US citizenship after the war. His grandfather moved to the U.S. and started a business which became one of the largest produce companies on the west coast.
Just looking at him I was taken aback because up to that point in my life, I was only experienced with Bobby and Chris. But this guy was so sexy that I was immediately drawn to him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Obviously I must have had the same attraction to him because when we shook hands he didn't let go and we continued to gaze into each other's eyes. The small bulge in his Speedo grew and mine was rearing its head also. Paul interrupted our train of thought and said, "All right you two love birds, its time to cast off".
He sent Alan forward to stand by the bowline and Paul showed me where to stand to get the stern line. He started the diesel engine and we cast off and took in the fenders. He motored out of the marina and when we got off to ourselves and out of the main channel he idled the engine until we had just enough headway to maintain our course. He had me hold the wheel steady while he and Chris hoisted the mainsail. Afterward he took back the wheel and cut the engine. He had me go forward to help Alan rig up the jib.
Alan had disappeared down into the sail locker to hook the halyard to the sail and when he hoisted himself back onto the deck he was naked. He was sort of a dark golden tan all over and was as gorgeous as his face. He was hung just about like me--maybe a little bigger--but he was several years older too. The head of his cock peeked out of the foreskin and as it became aroused, the head fully emerged into sunlight by itself. Up to that point in my life, it was only the third cock I had ever seen besides Chris's, Bobby's and my own and other family members.
Back in the old days when we travelled in the motor home, Daddy and us boys always had to shower together in order to conserve time and water. So I had seen theirs but I was too young to even be aware of cocks in those days. Three little boys and a full grown man in a little dinky shower didn't reveal much. Alan however was something special. I felt like falling on my knees and sucking him right there on deck.
He looked so sleek and smooth that I unconsciously reached over and lightly trailed my fingertips from his shoulder to his waist...then I gently traced the outlines of his face with my other hand...it was like a scene out of the Blue Lagoon. He responded by pulling me to his chest and hugging me as close as he could get. He said, "You may as well get rid of your swim trunks too because I can see Paul and Chris are losing their's right now.
I didn't want to lose contact with him so I hooked my thumbs into the top of my trunks and peeled them down...they got hung up on my stiff cock and he reached his hand inside and pulled them free.
I glanced aft towards the boat's cockpit and discovered it was aptly named...both of them were sitting naked side by side at the helm and kissing.
Paul looked towards us and called out, "I thought I asked you to hoist the Jib, not hoist your jibs..."!
So we hoisted the jib to the peak and tied it off. Then we ran the two jib sheets down either side of the mast and through the winches. Paul had us leave one side free and crank the other taut. Then Paul suggested, "Better go below and let Alan put some sun tan lotion on you so you don't burn".
Alan opened the accommodation hatch and showed me below. He went down the ladder first and when he got to the bottom he turned around his lips were waiting... As I descended, my cock brushed his lips and he embraced me and pulled me to his chest...I resisted and asked, "Won't Paul get mad if we do anything"???
He said, "Paul and I are just friends with privileges, not partners. Today I am your birthday present. We can do anything your heart desires...He knows Chris from the music business and they get together once in awhile also. On occasion I have been with them both."
So I relaxed and let nature take its course. He had me lay on one of the bunks and he got the sunscreen and began applying it to my back and shoulders. As he rubbed it lower and lower, I squirmed on the bunk. He rubbed it on the backs of my thighs and calf's and then coated my ass with a generous amount. He massaged it in and gradually allowed his thumbs to part my cheeks and reached in and rubbed it onto my inner thighs and balls. He told me to raise up, so I lifted my thighs up and I felt his tongue wedge itself between my buns. It flicked in and out while his hand reached under me and grasped my cock. He lightly jacked it back and forth. Then he rolled me over and took it into his mouth. He worked his tongue under the head until I was again squirming...
I pulled it away from his lips and gathered his body to me and nestled my face in his crotch. I guided his him on top of me and had him straddle my chest. I pulled his buns forward and parted my lips as his cock approached then I sucked it into my mouth and gently licked the underside. He began to slowly easy it in and out.
I swirled my tongue all around the head as he forced it farther into my mouth. As the pace quickened, he tried to pull away but I ignored his efforts and sucked him harder. I feel his cock swell as the edge got closer and closer. Finally I felt him quake and shoot his cum into my mouth. I continued to suck until his cock began to soften. I was as hard as I had ever been. He leaned back against my cock and it was nearly touching his hole. He scooted backwards until it was lined up and I grabbed the oil that he had used on my back and raising him up as far as I could, and lubed my cock and his ass. He grabbed my cock and lowered himself on to it until I could feel it enter. This was the first (and only time) I ever had unprotected sex with a stranger. I could feel ten times as much as I felt when I fucked Chris with the condom on. I could feel the edges of hole when they parted and stretched to receive me. I could feel the slippery passage as I slid inside him. He flexed his muscles and I could feel every contraction and release. His passage throbbed and so did my cock. I began stroking it in and out. I knew I wouldn't last long even though I tried to distract my mind. He began humping up and down on me and I swelled as the friction increased. Things heated up to the point of no return and I came inside of him.
We lay there and kissed and cuddled. I just couldn't get close enough to him...he was so soft and...I would say cuddly...but it was more than that...despite the cum on our bellies, and the sticky sweat that glued our chests together, I just wanted to merge with him...such a sweet guy...he was hard but pliant. Finally after we had been below for at least an hour, Paul looked down the hatch, and called out, "Land Ho..."
Alan said. "We can't be at Catalina already"!
But we were...well sort of. We were off Ship Rock near twin harbors but there was no one else around. Ship Rock was where there was an old shipwreck, the Diosa del Mar, which went down in the 1930s. Paul was a graduate marine archeologist and had permanent permit to dive and chart the wreck for the harbormaster.
We were all still all nude and Paul opened up his dive locker and handed out diving masks, swim fins and snorkels. He said he was going to check out Chris and I on shallow diving before he allowed us to use the Scuba equipment. We rigged the snorkels to our masks and put on our fins. He demonstrated how to enter the water without filling our masks with water. We jumped off the boat several times until we got it right. Alan swam circles around all of us because he had been diving all his life. The water was a little chilly and my cock and balls shriveled up until they almost disappeared. When I said something about it, Chris volunteered to find them for me.
Paul pushed Chris away and said, If he's lost them I'll be the one to find them for him".
He dove under water and quickly had his head in my crotch. He obviously had done it before because his lips quickly encompassed both my cock and balls and he warmed them between his lips.
When he came up for air, Chris had his turn. He dove under and sucked my cock in and out of his mouth. It rapidly recovered from its hibernation and then it was Alan's turn. I was completely hard by then and they alternated sucking and breathing, breathing and sucking. One of them dove under me and plunged their face into my crack...I could feel their tongue probing my hole and I completely lost it...I began thrusting into the mouth that held me until I could feel the spasms coming...I pulled out my cock and jacked it until the cum spurted into the water in front of me. Paul scooped it up and smeared it onto my face and hair and said ceremoniously, "I christen thee, King Neptune".
I had seen everyone's "equipment" but Paul's. I dove under and there it was dangling in the water in front of my face. Even soft, his was bigger than the rest of us and fatter. I reached out my hand and held it in my fist. I could feel the surge of blood as it grew to its erect size. Not gigantic but it was bigger that any I had ever seen before. I pulled up my mask and dove for it. I slurped it into my mouth and gently licked the underside of the head. You could see it recoil every time my tongue made contact. Finally I had to breath...
He said, "You've started something you are going to have to finish it".
I dove back under and he thrust it towards my mouth. As I sucked I saw the other guys hovering just inches away from my lips. When I again surfaced for air, one of them replaced me and continued the treatment. I stroked Paul's ass and thighs and he pulled my face to his and he kissed me deeply.
Afterwards, we swam around for a few minutes and when Paul was satisfied that we could handle ourselves, we got back on the boat and he broke out the scuba tanks, regulators and weight belts.
That day I learned to sail and to scuba dive--hobbies that would last me the rest of my life. And the start of another relationship that would also last for many years--In those years Alan and I kept in touch by telephone and now by frequent E-mails.