Master and the Mate
by
deepdiver
ed. Dave L.
Chapter 39
Pirate's Scars
This Chapter is dedicated to the men who have become special to me and inspire me to share my thoughts and feelings about life. They wish to remain anonymous as I do myself....Just call us the Closet Gang!
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"Ry, can I ask you about the first time you ever had sex with a guy?" Kyle said inquisitively.
"I think you just did! Ryan teased.
"Well as a kid, I fooled around with my cousins for as long as I can remember. But the first time I had sex that resulted in an orgasm was when I was 14. I was in my freshman year of high school One day while waiting on the lunch line the fellow in front of m he sort of ticked my leg. No one else noticed and we both smiled at one another and began talking. He told me where he lived and I started riding my bike past his house until one day I got up my courage and rang his bell and we chatted awhile. We started hanging around more and more and one Saturday afternoon while over his house, his family went out shopping and we stayed home playing cards. At some point we agreed to play strip poker. But we really didn't understand the rules so we make them up. Each time one of us lost a hand he had to take something off. But we decided to collect all at the end. Both of us had lost sufficient hands so we both stripped off our clothes.
When I looked at his body, I saw how attractive he was. He had a hairless chest and very light hairs on his legs. I had some hair between my pecs and darker hairs on my legs. We just stood admiring one another. His cock was normal, but it seemed huge at the time to me," Ryan answered.
Once we were naked, he said to me, "You can do anything you want to me."
I really had no idea of what to do other than touch him and feel his thick firm cock. But then it occurred to me to ask him if I could pump his ass. Neither of us had any real sex knowledge back then. So he laid down on the floor face down and I slipped my cock between his smooth thighs and laid on top of him. I began pumping and squirming on his nice smooth firm body and he clasped my cock between his thighs. It was so new and exciting it wasn't long before I lost control and my legs stiffened and shot straight out so I was balanced on him as my cock throbbed several times between his thighs. I thought my legs had become paralyzed as my first seminal flow oozed out of my balls through my tightly held penis and formed a small pool of cum on the floor. When the pleasure throbs ceased, I knew I was hooked. I would never be able to get enough of him. I discovered the meaning of lust as I yearned to be on top of him again and continue gyrating my hips against his Adonis-like-body." Ryan narrated.
When Ryan looked over at Kyle, his mast was standing at full attention. Kyle want to try it? Want to mount me? Ryan invited.
Kyle nodded his head and moved over to mount Ryan as he rolled over on his chest. Kyle imagined himself being Ryan and imagined that Ryan was his high school friend. Kyle pumped against Ryan's ass cheeks slowly at first. Ryan moved his ass up to meet Kyle's thrusts and simultaneously squeezed his thighs together clamping down on Kyle's velvety hard cock. Kyle felt locked into the position as if he had a huge chastity cage on his penis. Ryan felt Kyle's hot smooth body rubbing against his back and legs. They merged again into a spiritual oneness that so intensified their sexual union that it quickly brought Kyle into an explosive orgasm. Ryan felt the throbs of Kyle's penis between his legs and pressed harder milking his prey, which stimulated his own feelings of dominance and control of the young man, whose testicles were being emptied between his own thighs. This in turn resulted in Ryan too gasping for air as his cum flowed on to the bed below him.
At Breakfast the next morning, while Ryan and Kyle sipped their coffee and smiled at one another with the shared memory of the last evening's games still in mind, Manny broke the silence.
"Dad, Can I join the boy scouts?"
"Where is this coming from? Kyle asked.
"The scoutmaster and a few scouts came by our classroom yesterday and invited us all to join the troop." Kyle who had never had the experience of scouting was intrigued with the idea. He looked over to Ryan.
"Well don't look at me. I'm much too old to sleep on the ground. If you are willing to sleep in a pup tent out in the woods, then you give him permission. Other than meetings and paper drives to raise money, leave me out of it." Ryan said firmly.
"Please, Kyle, Please, say yes!" Manny begged.
"Manny, as long as I get no more complaints from your school about your language, it's a deal." Kyle said. That very afternoon, Kyle drove Manny to the Sports Authority and bought him his uniform and camping equipment that they both would need. Mark wasn't interested in scouting. His eyes were more turned to the cute red head that had met in the religious ed class. When Mark wasn't talking to her over his cellphone, they were chatting on the Internet. On Friday's either Kyle or Ryan would drop him and a group of his friends off at the mall where they would see a movie and then hit the concessions.
Ryan took this all in and was glad to see that Manny was taking an interest in something outside the house. Mark was proving to be a great older sibling and looked after Manny and enjoyed helping him with his homework assignments. Manny was blossoming with all the attention and affection he received at home. His request to join the scouts was a sign that he was beginning to feel secure enough at home to be willing to go beyond and begin exploring his world.
That evening, Mark, with no enthusiasm, skipped his Religious Ed class and accompanied Ryan to the group session he was conducting with Mark's attackers. Ryan had discussed this with Mark's therapist who felt that Mark was ready. The group had coalesced very nicely since Ryan's second surgery and he was looking forward to this encounter. When he and Mark entered the room, his hairs stood on edge when he saw that Roger's mother was back and accompanied by her minister, the Rev. Hasselworth. Ryan's stomach tightened as he had no idea of what to expect from them.
"Reverend, so good of you to join us again," Ryan said trying to avoid saying anything that would by totally hypocritical.
"It is my pleasure to join you all again, I am sorry that my busy schedule has prevented me from attending more frequently.
Roger nodded to Roger's mother, acknowledging her presence, but not exactly willing to welcome her after she practically derailed the group already on two occasions. He noticed that Roger was not sitting between his parents, but rather on the other side of his father.
"I would like to introduce the group to my son, Mark. Several weeks ago, you asked to meet him, but his therapist and I and Mark himself thought it was better to wait until this evening."
Roger was the first to speak. "Mark, my name is Roger. I want to say that I am sorry for what we..... what I did to you. I am more to blame than anyone, because I instigated the others to attack you. I want you to know that it was nothing personal. I was trying to cope with my own sexuality...my own homosexuality," he said looking straight into his mother's eyes. "I was confused and thought that by attacking you, my own messed up feelings would go away. Please accept my apology. I don't know if I can ever make it up to you, but I promise you that I won't give up trying. I feel so ashamed of what we, I mean, what I did to you."
Sandy was about to speak, but before he said anything, Roger's mother cut him off.
"Mark, I am perhaps the most guilty of all in this room. In my misguided attempt to protect my family, I built a wall of prejudice and hate around us that was so heavy that it collapsed on us. My lack of tolerance has cost me my family...."she said starting to cry. He husband reached out to her, but she continued...., "let me finish, please." As she wept and fought back the tremors, she said, "my bigotry almost cost you your life and came close to these boys going to jail. Please accept my sincerest apology, both to you Mark, and to you Dr. Ryan. I want you both to know that I am in counseling and slowly rethinking everything. I was such a fool for attacking you when you held out your hand to us. I was too blinded by my hate to see it." She concluded her remarks and broke down as her husband pulled her into his arms. Roger too had tears flowing down his face. He made no attempt to hide them or wipe them off.
Each of the other boys offered their apologies to Mark. Then after a prolonged pause, Mark spoke.
"I have not come here to forgive you. When I woke up in the hospital and was told what you had done to me it was my hate and my desire for vengeance that kept me alive. I've been biding my time. I figured that I just had to wait long enough and that eventually, someday, I would be in a position to smash each and everyone of you. But since then, something happened to me that has changed me. This man that I call Dad, showed me by his example that helping you all was a far better way to stop the violence. You called me here today to forgive you."
Dean's mother gasped as she heard Mark deny them forgiveness.
"I come here tonight to ask for your forgiveness. You see, I am learning to become a Christian and I want to receive the Eucharist. I am learning that I will only be forgiven to the extent that I am willing to forgive. If I want to receive body and blood of Jesus than I have to learn to love those who have offended me. But I also have come to see how my hating you and my waiting for vengeance also needs to be forgiven. So, I ask each of you to forgive me and to bless me." Mark finished speaking and again there was a prolonged silence.
Ryan's was in a state of shock when Mark got up and went to each of his attackers and embraced them. Each in turn cried and trembled as they clung to the body of the boy that they had come close to killing. After hugging Roger, Roger's mother also stood and embraced Mark. When Mark came to the Reverend, he offered his hand.
"Son, I need your forgiveness too. I have come to understand that my misguided attacks on homosexuals from the pulpit has been responsible for a terrible sin. I am guilty of feeding people's prejudice and intolerance. I have fueled their hate and given them a false justification for resorting to violence in a most unjust and unjustified way. I have come to see by the fruit of my work, that I was not announcing the good news of forgiveness and grace, but perverting the Gospel message with my own lack of tolerance and understanding. Please accept my apology and please forgive me too."
"Reverend, be sure that I forgive you wholeheartedly and unreservedly and ask nothing for myself. But if you are all sorry as you say, than I ask all of you to come to mass with me on Saturday evening. I will be praying for each of you at that mass and I ask that each of you pray for me. And while you are there, I suggest that you ask yourselves this question: Are you absolutely sure that the bread that the priests raises high above the altar is not the body of our risen Lord, killed and now being offered for each of our sins? Please understand that my forgiveness for each of you does not depend on your being there, but I could not say truly that I had forgiven you, if I don't share with each of you the greatest truth of God's love and forgiveness and fail to do all I can to lead you each to God."
On the way home, Ryan was quiet most of the way.
"Mark, I was so proud of you tonight. I never expected you to say what you did. You blew away my mind." Ryan said finally. "You still thinking of becoming a priest?"
"Dad, I don't know where it came from either. It was like someone else was putting the words in my mouth. I think I would like to be a priest, I feel drawn to the Eucharist, but I don't know if I can live without a wife and a family."
"You clearly were, Mark, you clearly were. We are all sinners, but God's uses us as his instruments anyway." Ryan affirmed. "You are right, I think to recognize the tremendous sacrifice the priests make for the privilege of serving God."
When they parked the car, Mark got out ahead and was moving more quickly toward the house and out of the cold.
"Mark, hold on one minute please. You hugged everyone in that session tonight but me. How about one for your dad?
Mark ran back into Ryan arms and they gave each other a bear hug worthy of the Guinness Book of World Records.
"What I said about being proud of you, was true, you know."
Mark blushed and as a typical teenager and felt embarrassed, but also felt very close to his new Dad and thanked God for both Kyle and Ryan.
Although Kyle was very busy with his studies, he accompanied Manny to his first scout meeting. When they entered, there was pandemonium. Boys yelling and talking in high pitched voices. All in uniforms except the tenderfoots (new recruits). There was excitement in the air and suddenly without a word or bell, the boys quieted down. Kyle heard some one say that the sign was up. Eventually he caught sight of the scoutmaster who was standing at the front with his hand held high with his three center fingers pointing up and his pinky and thumb crossed. All the older boys fell into a military formation and silence reined as the scoutmaster began inspecting the troops. The new recruits were taken into another room where they began to learn how to tie knots, later they were assigned into various patrols and it would be up to their patrol leader to introduce them into the ideals and ways of scouting.
Kyle observed all and was impressed with the discipline and the code of ethics being taught to boys. He felt that Manny's coming from the chaotic background of an addicted mother and abandoned by his natural father could certainly benefit from the regimen and structure of scouting. The opportunity to expand his circle of friends was another positive aspect that Kyle observed. He wondered why he himself had not felt attracted to scouting in his teen years.
Ryan was pretty much feeling his old self. The surgical scar was completely healed and only marred his vanity slightly. However, he never removed his undershirt in front of Kyle even during sex. The wound left from the colostomy had healed quickly and without complications. However, he was careful to not show it to Kyle.
That night in bed Kyle and he were caressing and touching each other as Kyle described his experience with Manny at the Scout's meeting. Kyle told Ryan why he thought the experience would be positive for Manny and Ryan was impressed with Kyle insights. Then Kyle leaned over and planted a kiss on each of Ryan's eyes which then remained shut. Kyle continued to plant kissed on Ryan's face and neck and while one hand moved his fingers gingerly over Ryan's scar. Ryan opened his eyes immediately and became so tense that Kyle noticed his reaction. Kyle looked into Ryan's eyes and saw his lips tighten. But he continued anyway and slowly slipped his had beneath Ryan's t-shirt and moved his fingers ever so lightly over the scar.
"Trust me Ry. Please trust me not to care less for you." Kyle said as he moved his fingers up and down the smooth hard flesh. Ryan began to relax as he saw that Kyle wasn't disgusted or turned off. In spite of his fears of rejection, Ryan was delighting in the feeling of being touched where he had not be caressed for months. Then Kyle moved over and threw his one leg over Ryan's body and pinned him underneath. Ryan looked up at Kyle who was now kneeling over him and moved his head from side to side as he continued to stare into Kyle's beautiful and penetrating eyes. Ryan lowered his eyes as Kyle raised his shirt and looked closely at his lover's battle wounds.
Ryan wanted to leap off the bed, but Kyle's weight held him pinned. Kyle began licking and kissing up and down the length of the scar. The shock of Kyle affections caused a tear or two to escape the side of Ryan's eyes. He became sexually excited while his young lover showed him that even his scars were lovable. Ryan felt tremors of pleasure as Kyle teased his scar with his tongue.
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To be continued...