Disclaimer: This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons,living or dead. What you make of this story is entirely your own perception.
Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex featuring consenting male adults. if this turns you off, don't read it.
I am not a writer, I just tell wonderful stories.
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THE YOUNG MAN OF THE SEA
BY
ALEXIS BLACKGOLD
I NEVER BELIEVED IN GHOSTS UNTIL THE NIGHT I MET JASON ROSE. He was an old man with dark brown skin that made his very short, silver gray hair glow like snow in the night. His smile was bright and his eyes were very warm. I could tell, by looking at him, that when he was a young man he must have been beautiful because he still looked good with all his youth behind him.
"Hello." He said, looking at me as if I was a long lost friend.He was sitting on a log, in front of a fire, drinking a beer.
"Hi," I said, walking over to him, "mind if I rest here?"
"Sure," he said with a smile, "would you like a cold beer?"
"Don't mind if I do."
He reached into the blue cooler that was behind him, and pulled out a six pack of ice cold beer.
"Take one and I'll keep the rest cold for you."
"Thanks." I said, as I took a beer.
"You're welcome."
I opened my beer and drank most of it in one shot. I was really thirsty from the long walk on the beach.
"Do you live around here?" I asked.
"I do. If you look behind you can see my home."
I turned and looked. From where I was sitting all I could see was a lighthouse about a quarter of a mile away.
"You live in the lighthouse?"
"I do. My lover bought it for me when I was young and beautiful, many years ago."
From the joyous tears that came to his eyes, when he spoken of his lover, it made me wonder if anyone would ever love me like that.
"Are you two still together?"
"Yes and no." The old man said, while stretching out his arms and taking in a deep breath.
"Yes and no? What do you mean by that?"
"It's a long story."
"I like long stories." I said like a child. He just laughed.
"OK." He said, reaching into his cooler and pulling out a big brown gallon jar. He then looked at me and winked as he pulled out two big glasses.
"Do you like Bloody Mary's?" He asked, as he opened the gallon jar.
"I love them."
"Then I have a treat for you."
He poured the Bloody Mary from the jar into the two over size glasses. He then handed me the best Bloody Mary I've ever tasted.
"My God, this is great!" I said, almost in a shout.
"I know. When I was seventeen I met a young white man of twenty named Jon Dickinson. He had big green eyes and curly red hair. His smile could warm the coldest heart. His skin was so smooth; to my surprise, he had no freckles. He was very handsome, not to mention very rich.
I was singing the blues in one of his jazz clubs. He just happened to be there that night checking up on it. When I started singing, someone shouted, `I thought this was an all white club, why is that niggard up there singing?' I just kept on singing. That's when he started coming toward the stage. I was ready to kick the shit out of him. When out of the blue, Jon grabbed the man by the arm and knocked him out with one punch. Afterward, Jon ran up on the stage and gave me a long hug. If I hadn't liked it so much, I would have been embarrassed.
"Are you alright?" He whispered in my ear.
"Just fine."
My eyes came into contact with his. I'll never forget the passion his eyes made my mind, body, heart and soul feel.
That night, as I was walking home, I heard Jon calling my name. He was riding a motorcycle. He pulled up next to me and stopped.
"What are you doing tonight?" He asked.
"Nothing special. Why?"
"I'm having a house warming party at my new house. Would you like to come?"
"Sure."
"Hop on."
I got on the back of his motorcycle and wrap my arms around his waist. It felt so good holding him in my arms like that. I wanted the feeling to last forever, but soon we were at his house. I don't know why he called it a house, it was the size of a mansion. When inside he asked me would I like a drink? Trying to act grown, I said sure.
"What would you like?"
"Anything."
"I see you don't drink." He said, with a chuckle.
"Yes I do. I just want you to surprise me."
"OK. I will."
He went over to the bar and started mixing and pouring and singing off-key. Finally he comes over to the sofa where I was sitting and gave me a glass of what you're drinking now. It was so good that it became my drink of choice; even though I never taste any that comes close to Jon's.
When he sat down next to me, it made me a little nervous in an exciting way.
"It must be nice to be rich." I said, trying to ease my anxiety.
"It has its moments. How do you like you drink?"
"It's perfect! Thick, rich and very spicy..."
You should have seen the look that came across his face. It was the kind of look you give someone who's playing your game the way you want them to play it, but you just can't believe that it's happening. We looked at each other and made a toast without using words.
When he made our second drink, I was so horny I didn't know what to do. We made another toast, this time with words, to friendship.
"Where are you from Jason?"
"Maryland."
"How is it in Maryland?"
"Like it is everywhere in America. Great! If you're white."
"You're still thinking about what happened at the club?"
"Shit like that happens almost everyday, there's no need to think about it."
He slowly took my drink and placed it on the coffee table next to his, He than embraced me the way lovers do.
"How would you like to go to a place where you'll be loved for who you are?" He whispered in my ear.
"Will you be there?"
His answer was a long, deep kiss. A kiss so hot that it made me almost cum in my pants. I never wanted anyone as much as I wanted that man at that time."
The old man stopped talking and looked at his watch.
"What happened next?" I asked, with true curiosity.
"We made love all night long; it was splendid! He was taller than I was and built like a Greek God. He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom, which was bigger than my whole apartment. He laid me across his bed and removed my clothes. In no time we were both completely nude rolling around on his king size bed.
"You are so beautiful." Jon passionately said as he started licking me from head to toe and back again.
"What time are the rest of the people coming?"
"What people?" He asked between kisses.
"The people for your house warming party."
He stopped his motions and looked me dead in the face. The expression on my face told him that I was on to his game from the start.
"I made that up."
Before I could react he had his mouth over mine. His kisses made my dick rock hard. He was so impressed with the size of my nine inches of cock just as much as I was impressed with his eight inches of cock. We got into a sixty-nine position and started to suck each other off. I would go all the way down on him, nice and slow. He was trying to keep up, but the pleasure he was receiving from the blow job I was giving him was more than the young man could stand.
"Slow down honey, you're going to make me cum."
He quickly pulled his big dick out of my hungry mouth. He changed his position and started kissing me on the lips. Suddenly he just stopped and sat up on the bed.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up next to him, placing my hand gently on his shoulder.
"Why are you doing this with me?"
"Because I want to. Why are doing it with me?"
"I'm in love with you."
His eyes were full of tears. I didn't know what to say or how to react for at least ten seconds.
"Jon, how could you fall in love so quickly with someone like me?"
"My love for you didn't come quick. I wanted you six months ago when you stepped into my club. I started loving you once I heard you sing."
I kissed him on the lips. I told him that I wanted to be with him for years to come. I wanted to tell him right out that I loved him too, but I wasn't sure he would have believed me. We kissed and told each other funny stories from out past.
"Lets make love all night long."
"Sounds good to me." Jon answered, jumping off the bed. He ran over to the dresser and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. He put some on his dick and up his ass; he did the same to me.
Taking that mans dick up my ass what the best thing that ever happened to me! He fucked me like a raging bull and I loved every second of it. I wanted him to burst my black ass wide open. I told him over and over again to fuck me harder! The more I screamed for it the harder he gave it to me. `You have the best ass I've ever fucked!' He would say over and over again as he fucked my hot, wet asshole raw. Just the way I like it!
"I'm getting close baby!"
He shouted, with sweat pouring from off his whole body. His movement became rougher, but I didn't care. I couldn't get enough of his big dick banging me a new asshole! I wanted to show him that I'm not one of the best, I am the best.
"Go ahead boy, fuck my ass!"
I started moving my ass to get all of his good dick. That's when I felt his hot cum shoot so far up in me I could taste it in my mouth. He started to shake as I clamp my asshole around his dick so that I could choke out every bit of his cum. When he couldn't stand the pleasure anymore he collapsed on top of me. We both started laughing.
We went down stairs and had another drink. I fucked him on the sofa with the same passion he fucked me with. Before the night was over I was telling him how much I love how he makes me feel.
The next day we went to my apartment and got what little I had and moved into his place together. The first year was strange for the both of us, but we made it through without killing our love.
Jon didn't want me singing on the road. So I started writing at home and got rich from it. But that didn't happen until years later. In the mean time my lover was spoiling the hell out of me, and I, was loving it. We did everything together.
When his family found out about us as a couple, they hit the roof. They hated him for being gay and they hated me for loving him. The only one who would come visit was his grandfather, who gave Jon and I both a small fortune before he died in nineteen sixty-one. Grandfather Dickinson is what he told me to call him. He told me he once had a male lover who looked just like me and how he lost him in war world two.
In nineteen sixty-three the civil-rights movement was in full bloom. Jon didn't want me going anywhere without him. He found this old lighthouse and bought it for me. He had it remodeled and had the beacon restored. He also bought a schooner. I never had anything against boats, but I hated that one. I was afraid of it more than anything. I wanted to keep Jon happy so I acted as if I loved it as much as he did."
The old man stopped again to look at his watch and toward the sea.
"Here he comes now, I've got to get ready to go."
"I don't see anything." I said, looking in the same direction.
"You will."
"What happened next with you and Jon?"
"One night I had a dream that my lover went fishing with his friends and they got lost at sea. I awoke in a cold sweat. That's when I told my lover how much I hated that boat and to promise me he would never take it far out to sea again. He promised me he would never go far out again. Then we made love for hours.
That morning, when I woke up, I found a note that said `Baby, please don't be mad, but I forgot that Dave, Tony, Chris and Jack asked me to take them deep sea fishing last week. I promise, this is the last time... Love Jon.'
I was so upset with him, but as the sun went down I started to worry. He came in at twelve in the morning soaking wet, smelling like the sea. I had no idea where he had picked up the two dozen pearl roses with a one karat diamond in the center of each one. I didn't ask any questions. My joy over rode my anger.
"I'm sorry baby." He said, handing me the roses.
"Look at you. You're soaking wet."
I placed the roses on the table. We took a shower together and I washed his hair and back. When we got into bed he told me something that I didn't understand at the time.
"Honey," he said touching my face. "I have to go away."
"Where are we going?"
"Not we baby, me." He said, with tears running down his face. He kissed me like he did the first time we made love.
"What are you talking about?"
"In time you will figure it all out. I want you to know I love you now and I always will. I'll be back for you thirty years from today, on your sixty-fifth birthday."
We made love until the pleasure knocked me out.
The next morning I was wakened by the sounds of the doorbell. Jon, was nowhere to be found. When I opened the door, Jon's brother was standing there. He told me that Jon was dead, and the family wanted me out. Without saying anything else he turned and walked away. I closed the door and wondered what the hell he was talking about. I felt my lover's hand touch mine.
"Jon, is your brother mentally stable? Did you hear what he just said?"
"Don't worry. Everything that's mine is in your name. They couldn't take it even if they try."
"I'm not talking about that; he said you were dead-"
"I am."
"What is this? I'm going back to bed."
I was thinking that he had put his brother up to this, but when I opened the bedroom door and he was sitting on the bed, my heart almost stopped!
Next thing I remember was waking up with Jon sitting next to me. He had a sweet smile on his face and tears in his eyes.
"Don't leave me Jon. Please don't go."
"I have to."
"I love you. If you go away I'll kill myself."
"No you won't! You can't. If you do we'll never be together for eternity."
We made love one last time, and I never heard from him again..."
The old man closed his eyes. I looked back toward the sea and saw a big boat and a handsome nude young man running towards us. When he got to where we were, I saw the soul of the old man step out of his body. He was nude, young and very beautiful. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pearl rose with a diamond in the center.
"Good-bye Mr. Blackgold. Someday you'll be famous."
How did he know my name, I never told him.
He gave me the rose and the blue cooler. He took his lover's hand, and went back to the boat, which slowly faded away...
I never told anyone this event; besides, who would believe me. But I will always remember Jason and his young man of the sea.
THE END