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"Good job, Kyle. You were right. You do learn fast. Tomorrow we will do the legs and maybe after your navigation course, I'll send you to get a certificate as a masseur."
The Master and the Mate - by Deepdiver
CHAPTER 2 - Anchors away!
Edwin has his music; his collection of CDs is his one admitted vice: his house is decorated with stands that hold literally hundreds of CDs. He deals with his loneliness by putting on his headphones and letting his mind drift into the latest hit to have caught his attention. His only other means of escape from reality were the hours he spent chatting online with his many acquaintances. Mostly his time is spent in idle banter with a short list of friends talking about favourite singers.
Edwin is a hard worker and gives his job his all. It is due to his job that he is so far from Puerto Rico where he was raised. He came to the States because of the higher wages and this has separated him from his family and most of his friends. He now lives in Miami and being bilingual has opened many doors for him. He jealously guards his figure; keeping in shape with visits to the gym off the lobby of the building where he lives and religiously avoiding fatty foods. While others deal with their anxieties by eating, Edwin has his music. He is easily recognized in the gym as the one with the earphones. Some use the gym as a place to socialize, not him. He is there to maintain his body: the body of a thirty-five-year-old man which looks more like the body of someone about ten years younger.
CHECK you're happy I've got the relationship right: In his twenties Edwin had a lover, but he was so new to sex he really didn't know how to respond. Sex was good; and it was always exciting. But Edwin didn't know how to give himself to his partner this other person who was always making so many demands on him. He didn't enjoy the gay scene and was rather shy about dancing in public. Edwin enjoyed going to a good restaurant, but usually only picked lightly at his food. His deep love was reserved for his family. He was once heard saying that if anyone ever hurt a member of his family he would kill them; but there was no violence in him: he wasn't an angry person. This first relationship finally ended when he failed to buy his lover a gift for his birthday. Edwin only believed in exchanging gifts with family and his partner had been so preoccupied with his sexual demands that he hadn't connected with Edwin on anything but a physical level. Although his friend often surprised him with the latest CD, he saw no need to give tokens of friendship. Edwin gave his body unhesitatingly in response to his partner's demands and that should be enough.
During his late twenties he was chatting on line after a hard day's work. A chat friend whom he had never met in person offered him a massage. The offer sounded so good that he invited this older man to his apartment. This new acquaintance gave him a wonderful full body rub which put him in seventh heaven in spite of the fact that it was given on the floor. The older man was a psychologist by profession and accepted brief visits with Edwin. Occasionally Edwin would ask him for another massage; but most visits were sexual. The visits continued over the years but included almost no social activities other than a very occasional movie or dinner out.
As the years passed the sex between the two became increasingly passionate. Each always wanted more; but both also wanted to keep their lives separate and so sexual encounters were limited to a couple of hours about two, maybe three times a month. Edwin loved being penetrated by Ryan's huge (19 cm) 7.5 inch cut cock. Ryan loved caressing and kissing Edwin's smooth firm body. At one point Ryan thought that Edwin had shaved all the hair off his legs because they felt so smooth; but on close examination he realized that he had the same amount of hair as before. It was how fine these hairs were that created the illusion that Edwin had a newborn baby's skin.
Sex between them both was wonderful. Edwin would have liked to penetrate Ryan, but Ryan was very much a top and found attempts at anal penetration too painful. Actually it was more due to Edwin's lack of experience: he didn't know how to prepare his partner properly by relaxing his sphincter and as a result his clumsy attempts to enter Ryan's tight asswere doomed to failure. Despite this, they were both deeply satisfied with their sex which often ended with Edwin straddling Ryan with Ryan's cock up his butt hole. Edwin loved cumming on Ryan's hairy chest as Ryan's cock exploded in his rectum.
Unfortunately Ryan had to move his office further away and so his visits became less frequent. Later Edwin received a job offer with a substantial increase in pay; but it meant moving away and the distance left both with only online encounters which due to their frustrations became less and less frequent. Both wished that the other's profession hadn't forced them apart and lamented the waning of the relationship. The only gift that had ever been exchanged between them had been some postage stamps of Disney characters which Edwin loved and, of course, their semen!
These thoughts passed through Ryan's head as he opened his eyes, and he felt the very slight movements of the yacht. The smell of fresh coffee was in the air and he found himself irresistibly drawn to it. He got up, put on a pair of shorts, and went down to the galley to find that Kyle had prepared their breakfast. Kyle was dressed in a white tee shirt and shorts; his dirty-blond hair was uncombed which seemed to make him even more attractive. Ryan sneaked a peek at his legs and noticed that the hair on his legs was also blond and very fine. He immediate wondered if they would feel like the legs of his old friend.
After they had finished eating, Ryan said "let's take 'Gardie' out and go crabbing."
"Gardie?" asked Kyle interrogatively, as his mind raced, trying to think what the Doc meant.
"That's the name of the yacht you are on. You'd better learn that so if you go ashore you can find it when you come back!" The doctor said, laughingly, thinking this kid is a real landlubber.
"Now pay attention: you go out on the dock and cast us off; first you disconnect the power line and then the mooring ropes. Wait for my signal before you start on the ropes you start with the ropes on the right side, then the left and finally those aft but remember, don't do anything until I signal you. Got that?"
"Aye, aye Captain!" Kyle said, flashing a brilliant smile that made Ryan's heart skip a few beats. Ryan went up to the third level which gave him a bird's eye view of the yacht and putting the key in the ignition, turned on her engine. The huge diesel fired up straight away, and after puffing out some strong pungent fumes, began to purr like a large cat. Ryan signalled Kyle who was standing on the dock waiting for his cue. He had already disconnected the power cable and now undid the two nylon ropes from the pier's bollards. He then trotted round to the other side; all excited that he was about to go out on the briny for the first time in his life not counting trips on the Staten Island Ferry of course. Finally he pulled the boat back towards the dock and jumped aboard as Captain Ryan pushed the gears slowly into forward. The yacht moved ahead slowly as Kyle gathered the ropes into nice neat coils before joining Ryan on the bridge.
Ryan explained that one should never go faster than five miles an hour inside the marina unless you wanted to pay for a lot of damage to the other yachts. As he said this, Ryan looked intently toward Kyle, who nodded to show he'd got the message. Ryan stopped at the last dock and told Kyle to gas her up while he spoke with the attendant and paid his monthly bill.
Shortly they were all gassed up again on their way to sea. The wind flowing through Kyle's long hair seem to almost transform him into a son of the gods in the light of the morning sun. Ryan felt so happy to be enjoying this beautiful day in the company of such an attractive young man. Kyle was thrilled to be standing on the bridge and taking in all the sights as they departed the marina. Ryan moved out of the captain's chair and invited Kyle to take the wheel; Kyle jumped at the chance, in spite of not knowing what to do. Ryan pointed out the channel markers and explained them to his new mate. He pointed at the compass and told him which course to maintain as he gradually increased the speed. Kyle was feeling like a kid sitting on Santa's lap for the first time in his life. The sensation of piloting the yacht felt to him as if he was piloting a jumbo jet racing down the runway he was exhilarated. As the shoreline receded behind them, Ryan put his arm around Kyle's shoulders.
"Isn't it a great feeling?" Ryan asked quietly.
Kyle rewarded Ryan's question with one of his very special smiles and a nod of his head.
They went at high speed for about twenty minutes. Then Ryan took the wheel, slowed the craft and told Kyle to go down to the second level and find the anchor in the bow and get ready to lower it. Kyle was so happy to be learning how to handle his job and was so glad that he had quit MacDonalds.
Once they had anchored and the engine shut down, Ryan sent Kyle down to the freezer for four chicken legs, telling him to meet him on the lower deck. Kyle thought it was too early to be preparing lunch but followed the captain's orders. When he got to the lower deck there were two traps sitting on the deck. Ryan told him to use a piece of wire and tie a leg inside each 'pot' as he called the traps. Kyle followed his instructions and then watched as Ryan tied a cord from each pot to the bull-horn shaped hooks on each side of the boat and then lowered the pots overboard. Ryan then took a chicken leg and tied it to another cord which was weighted with a heavy nut and a rather large bolt. He then lowered that off the back of the craft and told Kyle to do the same with the other chicken leg.
After a short wait, Ryan pulled rapidly on the cord of the pot nearest him and quickly pulled the pot up. There were two very agitated crabs trying to escape and Ryan held the pot up for Kyle to see and said, "You had better check your pot, mate."
Kyle pulled up his pot and found that his only held one crab but it was much larger than those caught by Ryan. They dumped the crabs into a pail and lowered the pots again. Then Ryan grabbed a net on a rather long pole and put it on the deck nearby as he began very slowly pulling up the weighted cord with the chicken attached.
As he saw the nut and bolt above the chicken leg come up through the water towards him, Ryan turned to Kyle and said "Hand me the net!" Kyle bent and scooped up the net, and quickly straightened up and handed the net and Ryan, who deftly put it down into the water below the chicken leg and pulled them both up with still another crab. Kyle was so surprised to see Ryan's agility.
"Stop staring at me and check your line, boy!" Ryan smilingly teased the bemused youth As Kyle pulled in the line slowly he could feel the vibrations caused by a crab trying to steal the leg. When it was about 18 inches from the surface, he could barely make out the crab clinging to the leg. "Net, net!" he screamed excitedly to Ryan who laughed as he handed the boy the gaff net. Kyle was so excited he bumped the chicken leg and knocked the crab off. "Ahh shit, it got away!" Kyle bemoaned wistfully as Ryan laughed....
"Don't worry about it; we all do that until we get the knack of it. Keep trying and you'll soon get it." Ryan said encouragingly.
Ryan pulled up his pot again and Kyle followed his lead. This time they had each caught two more crabs. They carried on crabbing for a couple of hours and by the time they finished they had a pail full of crabs. When Ryan announced he thought they'd crabbed for long enough, he told Kyle to stow the pots join him at the barbecue. By the time Kyle had got the pots and cords stowed away, Ryan had fired up the gas barbecue and was ready to begin. He put the crabs right on the grill and cooked them alive as Kyle watched in fascination; Ryan only cooked about six crabs and then put the others in the refrigerator saying he would use them to make spaghetti sauce for the evening meal.
The crabs were done shortly but Kyle had no idea how to eat them. Ryan took one for himself and gave one to Kyle, who watched how Ryan ate his and imitated Ryan's every movement to be rewarded with the wonderful sweet taste of fresh crab meat. Ryan in turn enjoyed watching the facial expressions of this wide-eyed kid as he discovered of the joys of sucking the meat out of a crab claw.
That evening, tied up again back in the marina, Ryan and his mate enjoyed a succulent supper of spaghetti with crab sauce. When they were done and had cleaned up the galley Ryan said "Its time to massage my legs, go up and get the table ready." Kyle had a lilt in his walk as he left the galley to take care of this chore; he could remember few days in his life that had been better than his first day as first mate. Ryan soon followed and told Kyle to strip off his pants and get up on the table. Kyle obeyed eagerly. Ryan thought at last he was going to be able to feel this guy's legs what a special treat to end a great day.
Ryan lubricated his hands and then Kyle's feet. He caressed the young man's feet as if they were the most valuable things that he owned. He had often heard that there were places on the soles of the feet that corresponded to each part of the body. So he worked each foot with all the care that he yearned to express to this god-like boy lying before him. Then he massaged each toe individually as well as the space between each of them. Ryan moved a finger in and out between each toe as if he were fucking the lad's butt. This was not lost on the man-child who was in a state of sexual ecstasy as Ryan serviced his toes sensually. Kyle hoped this moment would never end. He had never received such affectionate attention from anyone ever before and he found the experience intoxicating.
"Wow, that feels so, so good." Kyle whispered, dreading the words that it was his turn.
But Ryan then turned his attention to his lower legs. He worked each muscle with a roller pin action, tenderizing the well-developed calves of the youth and then moved up to Kyle's thighs. Ryan worked each thigh with both hands. He then bent one leg at the hip with Kyle lying on his side. This meant that there was no natural crease at the beginning of the cheek and Ryan could go right up and massage the butt cheek without seeming to go beyond what propriety would allow. Kyle for his part was in no mood to limit the pleasurable attentions he was receiving. He became putty in Ryan's knowledgeable hands. Ryan was thrilled to be able to float his hands over this young man's inner things practically allowing the back of his hand to make contact with his testicles. He knew Kyle was feeling such profound pleasure that he would be unable to protest.
"I could go higher, but I don't want you to feel obligated or that your job depended upon it." Ryan said, toying with his prey.
"Oh man, please don't stop, it feels so good." Kyle whimpered.
Slowly and naturally Ryan pushed his fist into Kyle's perineum that area joining his legs behind his balls he worked it hard, knowing that this manipulation would bring Kyle's penis fully erect that the lad would be unable to prevent himself getting a hard on.
"Ah, damn that's soooo nice." Kyle said, panting softly as his heart and lungs worked over-time.
Using more lubrication Ryan pushed his hand through Kyle's thighs and took his testicles into his hand, working them like two toy balls one around the other. "Just tell me to stop, if you feel I am going too far." Ryan said, knowing fully how that would be almost impossible for the lad to do, as he watched the swelling bulge in Kyle's white shorts that rose and fell with his ragged breathing. The boy's shorts were showing a moist patch around his swollen penis from all the pre-cum he was spewing from his cock head.
"Feels real good, hey? I'm going further unless you say the word not to." Ryan warned, realizing as he said it that his warning would not be heeded in the heat of the moment. He then moved his hand up to the base of Kyle's penis and massaged his pubic hairs as well as the base of his dick.
"Oh God!" Kyle moaned between clenched lips as his back stiffened from the sensation at the base of his shaft.
Ryan removed his hand from between the young man's legs and said, "If you want me to continue, just lay back, lift your hips and I'll remove your shorts."
Kyle rolled onto his back and nervously raised his hips off the massage table as Ryan reached for the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his legs revealing his wonderful young genitals. Ryan moved his head towards Kyle's crotch and just blew air over his cock head which made the boy's shaft spasm erotically. He then moved his face down into Kyle's thighs and licked them and Kyle obliged by spreading his legs wider. Ryan kissed and licked each smooth thigh before passing his tongue over the boy's testicles. Kyle's head rolled back and forth, as he delighted in the sensations emanating from his groin.
Then Ryan sucked one ball into his mouth and played tongue and ball before he sucked the second testicle into his mouth. He then created a vacuum in his mouth and Kyle's chest heaved forward. Ryan let the balls fall from his lips but continued to lick his way up Kyle's shaft he was now a full six inches fully stiff. As Ryan moved his tongue up the under side of Kyle's penis it began to spasm and he spewed forth wads of cum as his toes curled, his muscles tensed and his body convulsed and he moaned dazedly and incoherently.
Time passed slowly as Ryan wraptly watched the beautiful youth's body slowly settle as Kyle recovered from the sensory overload he'd just experienced. Finally, after several minutes, Kyle's eyes opened and he spoke: "Wow, I never imagined anything could be so great!" Kyle said gratefully, gazing at the satisfied figure of his captain.