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MOON DANCER
This story is especially dedicated to my ever faithful editor, JB! Grazie! Marin Giustinian
Nova Scotia and Newfoundland, Summer of 2022
Julian Montgomery, 29, and his girlfriend, Amanda, lived in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. He was an extremely skilled artisan-painter, working on restored or new classic wooden sailboats. In his spare time, he restored for his own pleasure a 35' Friendship sloop built in Maine in 1990. Amanda and he had the idea of taking a year off to sail South, dreaming hopefully to arrive in the Bahamas.
Julian was well paid for his work. Amanda had a job as a waitress. She was good at the job, open, friendly, and efficient. Her tips doubled her pay. Both of them could easily find work on their way, if needs be.
Coming home one evening in March, a month before their departure, Julian found a note on the kitchen table. As usual, he thought it was a word left by Amanda saying she was going to do overtime at the restaurant. He glanced at it anyhow. Stunned, he read the note. Then he read it again.
"Dear Julian, I'm in love with another man. I've gathered my cash and personal belongings and have left with him, heading West. Don't look for me. I loved every dream we shared, but I realised that they were just dreams. I want more than what you can offer. I need security and wealth. I've found it. So good-bye, Amanda."
Julian didn't know if he wanted to laugh, or scream. He did neither and calmly returned to the boat, still in its cradle, waiting to be launched. He caressed the rudder and sighed, "The bitch is gone, but the boat's still mine!"
They had chosen to name the boat with their names combined, Jamanda. But now, Julian slowly realised that Amanda had nothing to do with the boat. She was useless on a boat. He would have had to handle the boat single-handed anyway. He climbed the ladder and stepped into the cockpit. His head was empty. He looked up into the gusty night. A full moon was playing hide and seek between the fleeting clouds. He felt a sudden urge to move, to dance, to free all the pent-up emotions churning deep inside. Unbuckling his jeans he swayed as if in a trance. Minutes later, his semen sprayed in the moonlight like shooting stars. Laughing, he shouted, "Thus, with my cum, I baptize thee with thy new name: Moon Dancer. You are my brother, my lover, and together we're heading North -- North to Newfoundland and see what life has in store for the both of us now!"
Jamie Swanson, 19, had just finished his contract as an apprentice carpenter in Louisbourg. He had grown up on a small farm inland and for various reasons couldn't go back. He was feeling a bit down, worrying about the perspective of a life all by himself. He had some money. He knew that he could survive for a few months or so without working and he knew he could easily find work too... but what for? What sense did life make for him at this point? He felt empty.
Jamie's happy place in town was the waterfront. He loved to go there and watch the fishing boats as well as a few yachts come and go. It made him dream of faraway places. That afternoon, he went there to dream, to rest his troubled soul.
There, in the clear April springtime light, she appeared. There she was, his dream boat!
Jamie gazed in awe. He admired the lucky seaman aboard as he deftly lowered her sails and motored up to the dock. Apparently, there was just one man aboard and from what Jamie could see, he was young and even handsome.
Eager to take a closer look, but remain polite, Jamie waited until the fellow had left the boat before going down on the pier. The closer he came, the more he was entranced, and when he read her name, he laughed out loud: Moon Dancer!
She was a classic wooden sloop with a fan stern and a clipper bow. Not counting the bowsprit, she appeared to be more or less 35' feet in length with a rather wide beam. A nice cockpit occupied the rear. A cabin with a small chimney covered the centre behind the mast. She was in perfect shape. The painting, the varnished trimmings, the polished brass, all looked practically new. Jamie sighed. Returning to his house-share, he mumbled to himself, "One day, maybe... Yes, maybe one day..."
Julian was dreading to sail across the Saint Lawrence passage between Nova Scotia and Newfoundland singlehanded. It would take him at least 24 hours of navigation, crossing a major shipping line, and he didn't want to do it alone. He was ready to take on a mate just for two days, paying him the ferry fare back. At the harbour office, Julian signed in and inquired if there was a notice board or something there for finding crew mates.
The lady in charge replied, "The youngsters and unemployed hang out at Jake's Pub down the street. The boss lets people stick ads on the wall beside the cash register."
Julian thanked her and left to go take a look around town. The place, with its famous fortress and the visiting tourists drawn there, was neat, colourful, but a bit fake looking. Julian quickly returned to Moon Dancer. He tidied up the cabin, aired out his bedding, and washed up. He wrote out his ad and left to enjoy a meal at Jake's.
When he entered the pub, he immediately liked the feeling. He decided to ask about putting his ad on the wall later, when he went to pay. The place was nearly full. There was music and lively conversations going on, mostly between young adults, and a few retirees. Julian was given a table near the bar. While he was studying the menu, he sensed someone looking at him. In fact, standing at the bar with a few friends stood a young fellow with long blond hair, dressed in black, staring straight at him. When their eyes met, the guy immediately glanced aside.
Julian wondered what could have interested the kid but quickly dismissed the question when the waitress came to take his order.
After finishing his meal, Julian went up to the bar to order a second pint of ale.
"Excuse me, Sir. Would you be the skipper of Moon Dancer?" asked the young fellow who had been staring at him.
"Yes, I am..." replied Julian, a bit puzzled.
"I thought I recognised you. My name's Jamie. I saw you sail in this afternoon. I love boats and Moon Dancer is by far the most beautiful boat I've ever seen!"
"Well, thank you for the compliment, Jamie. My name's Julian. If you're a boat lover then you're a friend of mine. Can I buy you a beer?"
"With pleasure!"
Taking leave of his buddies, Jamie followed Julian to his table.
"That's really nice of you inviting me," stated Jamie, slightly blushing.
"My pleasure. I enjoy good company."
Jamie smiled, took a deep breath, and asked, "Could you tell me about your sailing and all?"
"No problem. What do you want to know?"
"Are you sailing by yourself?"
"Now I am. When I was finishing the work of refurbishing Moon Dancer, my ex-girlfriend, who was supposed to leave with me, left a note saying that she was gone with another man..."
"That's tough..."
"Not really. I'm discovering something new. I'm getting to know myself, sailing alone, stopping here and there when I feel like It. I'm learning that when I'm by myself, I'm not in bad company after all!"
Those words struck Jamie's like a flash of lightning. He wanted to be able to say the same thing! He simply smiled and nodded not knowing what to reply.
Julian continued.
"I've sailed up from Lunenburg singlehanded. I spent a few days in the archipelago they call the Hundred Wild Islands. Beautiful... Now, I'm on my way to Newfoundland for the summer. I want to explore the fjords, visit the remote fishing villages along the south shore, maybe even stop over in France, you know, the French territory of Saint Pierre and Miquelon..."
Jamie was soaking in every work, gazing in admiration at Julian.
"But I've got a problem. I dread sailing across the mouth of the Saint Lawrence to Channel-Port-aux-Basques singlehanded and I'm looking for a mate to do the passage with me. I can pay the return ferry fare..."
"When do you want to leave?" immediately asked Jamie.
"Whenever I find the right guy."
There was a moment of silence as they looked, smiling at each other.
Jamie then shyly inquired, "Does the guy have to be a real seaman, or can he be, you know, just someone who's already been on a sailboat and likes it?"
"Are you talking about yourself?"
"Yes"
"Are you free?"
"My carpenter's apprenticeship ended four days ago. I'm free as a bird!"
"Would you like to give it a try with me?"
"Very much so!"
They chatted on late into the evening. They talked about themselves, about Newfoundland, the trip along the south shore, about the chaotic condition of the world, about women, nature, you name it. Julian wadded the ad he had folded in his pocket and went to pay. He and Jamie left together.
"See you at the boat tomorrow morning at nine, Jamie. We'll take the day for a trial sail, and if we make the deal -- and I think we will -- we'll get underway, weather permitting, the following day. Okay?"
"I'm your man, Julian! Good night, see you tomorrow!"
"Yeah, Jamie, tomorrow. Take care."
Julian felt suddenly light as feather as he walked back to the boat, smiling, with Jamie on his mind, thinking aloud, "The fellow looks like an angel. Who knows, perhaps... Oh, whatever!"
Julian woke up just in time to be ready for Jamie's arrival. Moon Dancer was ship-shape and so was Julian. He had shaved, looking better than he had looked in years.
At five past nine, Jamie knocked on the roof of Moon Dancer.
"Come on in," shouted Julian, opening the companionway.
"Sorry I'm late! I made us some sandwiches in case we needed a snack and it took me more time than I thought," declared Jamie, handing Julian a brown paper bag.
"Excellent initiative! How do you like your coffee?"
"Black"
"Take a seat. I'm going to try to explain what we're going to do, then I'll give you a tour of the boat. I'll show you the rigging, the motor, which I use the least possible, and finish up by explaining how to live in the cabin. As you can see, it's very rudimentary in here..."
"It's beautiful!"
"Thank you..."
In less than an hour, with lots of questions and answers, the tour of the boat was done. The weather was perfect with a nice light wind blowing out of the North. Spirits were high when they cast off. Jamie felt proud as he hoisted the sails and when the wind filled them, he felt Moon Dancer heel and pick up speed. She acted as if she wanted to show off a bit clipping through in the ripples, rising and settling in the swell.
Was it the chill of the wind in his eyes or simply the emotion of it all that made tears flow across Jamie's smooth cheeks as he held the helm.
"How am I doing, Julian?" inquired Jamie, still a bit tense.
"For me you're a natural. Just relax and get the feel of what you're doing..."
"But I'm afraid of damaging something..."
"Moon Dancer won't let you damage her if you feel her. You've got to use your mind to learn the knots, the names of the lines, the sails... you know, all the words you have to know on a boat, but get this straight from the start: Sailing is more about feeling than about knowing. Just stay aware and absorb! You have to sail Moon Dancer more on instinct than on know-how!"
Jamie beamed as he nodded, saying, "That suits me fine!"
Julian didn't realise that he was an excellent mentor and an efficient instructor. With Jamie, he was beginning to enjoy sharing his love of sailing. Jamie's enthusiasm, his smile, his readiness, all combined were Julian's reward. At any rate, it was obvious that Moon Dancer was at ease in Jamie's hands.
That was when Julian began to wonder why he was telling Jamie all that. The lad didn't need that much preparation just to sail over to Newfoundland.
"And if Jamie stayed aboard for a longer length of time?" mused Julian to himself, "We'll see. Time will tell if... or if not."
During the day, they went through all the points of sail. Jamie learned the art of tacking upwind, felt the exhilaration of a good broad reach and even succeeded, after three attempts, a man overboard exercise.
Exhausted and happy, they returned to the harbour.
"When we finish furling the sails, I want to talk business with you. Then we'll go out for a well deserved dinner together. Okay?" stated Julian.
"Okay"
Jamie took a seat while Julian heated coffee. Julian then sat facing Jamie at the table in the centre of the cabin. Jamie looked a bit nervous. Julian decided to be direct, beginning by a question, "How do you feel aboard Moon Dancer?"
"At home"
"Do you feel at home enough to stay aboard once we're in Newfoundland?"
"If you want me aboard, then I'll be glad to be your mate. Nobody else wants me. I'm free as free can be."
"Think twice. Take a good look around. Can you imagine just the two of us living together in this small space, washing naked at the sink, shitting in a bucket when there's a gale blowing outside, living almost body to body. That's damn intimate. How do you feel about that?"
Jamie looked at his hands, joined as if in prayer. He took a moment to think, then he looked up and replied, "Inside the boat, Moon Dancer's small, but outside she's as big as the world. You kept on telling me today that I had to feel things. Julian, I feel YOU. I feel you a lot. I absorb what you say, what you do, what you smell like. I'd love it if you too felt and absorbed me some too. I have no problems being intimate with you. I feel we're already close, so where's the problem? Am I clear?"
"Quite clear"
There was a moment of silence.
"Jamie, I can't pay you. I can only feed you."
"I don't need to be paid. I've got my own money... not much, but enough."
"Keep it. My insurance covers guests, so in case of need, that there's no problem and if we need extra cash, I can always find a paint job to do..."
"And I can find some carpentry work wherever we go... so..."
"So?"
"So let's do it, Julian!" exclaimed Jamie, holding out his hand.
They looked straight into each other's eyes and shook hands, sealing the deal.
"Hungry?" asked Julian.
"Famished!"
That evening, they dined in a fancy restaurant. Spirits were high. They ironed out the details concerning Jamie's coming aboard.
Jamie said, "Tomorrow morning, I'll pack, finish my business with my house-share, and..."
"And call your folks to tell them that you've gone to sea!"
"No need. They were too glad to throw me out of the house three years ago," sharply replied Jamie.
Julian didn't insist. They finished planning the departure.
Leaving the restaurant, Jamie asked, "What time do you want me to show up?"
"There's no rush.If you come around 2:30 PM, that's fine with me. We'll need to fit your stuff into the cabin, then go buy you a slicker, boots, and a good down jacket before heading over to Newfoundland. We'll have a quiet evening aboard and then cast off the following morning at daybreak. Okay?"
"Sounds good to me, Julian."
"By the way, do you have a sleeping bag?"
"Yes"
"Bring it for your berth."
"Okay"
There was a moment of silence as they just stood there at the head of the pier. Then they hugged. A gush of warmth flowed from one to the other.
Jamie exclaimed, "Wow! I needed that!"
"Me too," stuttered Julian, "see you tomorrow."
Jamie slowly walked back up to his house. He giggled to himself about all that had happened to him in such a short time. He was happy. He remembered how happy he was when he and his best friend, Robin, were together. He had learned to not miss Robin any more but that evening he wished Robin was still alive so he could tell him everything. Jamie had already forgiven his father for having barged into his room, raging drunk, while Robin was fucking him. He forgave him for all the strangling and the kicking as they screamed, bleeding, helplessly entangled under the blows of the lacrosse stick that never stopped. Jamie woke up in the hospital. Robin never woke up. Jamie's father was sentenced to twenty years. Jamie's oldest brother told him to never come back. Jamie forgave them all -- but didn't forget. He waited. Jamie wanted to live and he knew that he could never live if he didn't forgive. There wasn't any other way for him to survive. And he survived. Now, with Julian and Moon Dancer, he laughed, feeling deep inside that he was finally alive -- alive again -- and that he was going to live even more than ever!
Julian began to rearrange his things, making space for Jamie. He freed the starboard berth and emptied the drawers beneath. He was excited and a bit worried at the same time. The question kept spinning in his mind: Was Jamie the biggest blunder he had ever made since Amanda or was he the greatest blessing that had ever happened to him? What did he feel?
"I feel good!" exclaimed Julian, talking to himself.
Then he smiled when he saw all the space that was now available in the cabin for Jamie. He went up on deck, checked the moorings, and pissed into the lights dancing in the ripples of the port. Not only did he feel good. He was simply happy expecting Jamie aboard.
There's always something that has to be done on a traditional sailboat. Julian spent the morning stashing the hickory firewood, specially cut to fit his stove. It was still in sacks, dumped in the aft hold. Fire would be needed to heat up Moon Dancer in the evenings during their cruise. Rare are the shirtless days in Newfoundland. A tiny wood stove glowing in the gentle light of an oil lamp, inside the panelled cabin of Moon Dancer, is a luxury beyond words.
Julian then polished the brass, trimmed the wicks on the lamps, and double-checked the stock of food, wine, and ale. He enjoyed cooking. Maybe Jamie cooked too...
After a snack, Julian was ready for Jamie to show up.
"Am I too early, Julian?" shouted Jamie on the quay.
"Not at all! Come on down."
Jamie was radiant. He was shaved, scented, well dressed, and obviously happy to come aboard. They shared a brief hug.
"Make yourself at home, matey. I'm glad to see you didn't stuff your seabag too much. You have the starboard berth. The two drawers there are for you, and you can hang your coat in the locker by the companionway."
"Aye, aye, Capt'n!" saluted Jamie as he began to unpack.
"Did you find a place to store what you didn't bring?"
"No need! I sold my phone, dumped the clothes I never wanted to wear, sorted out my junk, and took the essentials. That's it!"
"Wise boy!"
"Listen, the guys at the house-share want to celebrate our departure together with us tonight at Jake's. Are you in?"
"I'm always in for a party!"
"Great!"
Jamie took his time settling in. Julian studied the charts. Afterwards, they went and bought seaman's clothing for Jamie. Julian enjoyed dressing his sailor-boy. He was gorgeous in his slicker. Soon it was 5:00 PM. They just had time to return to Moon Dancer and wash up for the evening out.
With the others at Jake's they began to down the pints. Julian told the others about their plans. Mark, the loudest of the group, raised a farewell toast to Jamie, telling Julian, "If the dude doesn't do the job, put him ashore. He's always welcome back!"
Jamie blushed, the atmosphere calmed down as they ate. After dinner, a trio of country music began to play songs everybody knew. There was a lot of drinking, singing, back slapping, and joking going on until close to midnight.
"I guess we won't be leaving at daybreak!" laughed Julian, raising his pint.
"I guess not..." grinned Jamie, his hand on Julian's shoulder.
At 1:00 AM people left. Jamie took leave of his friends and shoulder to shoulder with Julian, they found their way back to Moon Dancer. Once aboard, they pissed overboard, giggling like school boys. Inside, Jamie fell on his berth without undressing and covered himself with his sleeping bag. Julian stripped, crawled in bed and in a wink was sound asleep himself.
The next morning Julian woke up before Jamie. He smiled admiring his mate sleeping with a smile on his face. He was glad to not have a hangover.
Jamie yawned.
"How do you feel, sailor?" inquired Julian.
"I feel great but I've got to pee!" he replied, dashing topside.
Julian didn't bother to light the stove. In the chill of the morning, Jamie stripped and joined Julian, shivering a bit, to wash faces, pits, and crotches, then they quickly dressed.
Julian fixed a hearty breakfast while Jamie stashed both their beddings.
They ate well.
"Jamie, while you're doing the dishes, I'm going up to pay my bill at the harbour office and check the weather forecast," stated Julian.
Jamie cleaned off the table, did the dishes, and went up on deck. Standing in the bow, he looked up at the sun peeking through the fluffy clouds, took a deep breath, and stretched. With a happy tear brimming in his smiling eyes, he sighed, "At last... Ah, at last..."
The crossing was totally uneventful. The wind was steady out of the Northwest. They sailed on a broad reach all the way, averaging a comfortable six knots. During the afternoon, Julian prepared a delicious beef stew with potatoes and carrots and a canned pineapple dessert which they enjoyed in the cockpit together. As the evening fell, they didn't feel the need to sleep, but for safety's sake, rest was necessary.
Jamie said he would take the early morning watch and wanted to go down for a nap. Night at sea is always cold in these latitudes. A little while later, Jamie came back up, saying that his sleeping bag wasn't warm enough and asked Julian if he had an extra blanket.
"No, I don't. We'll find you a better sleeping bag in Port-aux-Basques. For the time being, go and doze in my berth."
As the night slid by, Julian was fascinated by the number of vessels entering and leaving the mouth of the Saint Lawrence. It gave him the feeling of being a tiny part of an immense worldwide ballet. The moon was there as well, spilling its splashes of silver on the undulating swell.
At 4:00 AM, Jamie reappeared in the cockpit.
"My turn now, Julian. I warmed up your berth."
"Keep her on 44° steady as she goes. If there's the slightest problem, just shout. Okay?"
"Okay"
Julian slept until nearly 7:00 AM.
"In spite of the overcast, I think I can see land ahead," said Jamie, greeting Julian as he returned topside.
Julian turned and confirmed that land was indeed in sight.
Handing the helm over to Julian, Jamie stated, "I'm doing breakfast this time, Capt'n."
"The galley's yours!"
They entered the harbour of Channel-Port-aux-Basques at 10:45 AM. They tied up at the mooring of the hotel where Julian had made reservations. He had planned to splurge on a night in a room with a big bath and above all have his dirty clothes and bedding laundered.
Checking in at the reception desk, Julian asked if they could have a double room. They were full. There was no possibility of change. They had to use the single queen-size bed together in the room Julian had reserved.
Julian looked at Jamie, "Do you mind?"
"Not at all..."
They took possession of the room.
Entering the room, Jamie exclaimed, "This is the first time I've been in a hotel!"
"How do you like the room?"
"It's... it's big!"
Then Jamie took a peek in the bathroom.
"Julian, the shower stall in here is enormous!" shouted Jamie, excited.
The bed was firm; the view was impressive; they were happy. They returned to the boat to gather all the dirties, linens, and towels, and bring them back to be washed, dried, and ironed by the hotel. Julian was told that everything would be ready the following morning... That was a good thing done.
After indulging in a copious buffet lunch in the dining room, they returned to the room for showers galore and a nice restful nap.
"You can take the shower first if you want, Jamie."
"Why don't we go together? I can wash your back, massage your shoulders. I guess that's a part of a first mate's job after all, isn't it?" replied Jamie, stripping.
"If you say so..."
Steam rose around them, as they laughed, lathering up, covering each other with scented suds. Jamie began massaging Julian's shoulder. Relaxing, he slumped. Jamie's vigorous hands worked wonders on Julian's back, relieving months, if not years of unaware tension. Jamie too felt important, recognized, and appreciated for perhaps the first time as he groomed his captain. Julian easily surrendered to the pleasure of being cared for and neither seemed to be concerned about their very healthy erections.
At one point, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by what he was experiencing, Julian turned and faced Jamie. Their cocks touched. Julian looked into Jamie's smiling eyes. The falling water flowed over their bodies, gleaming in the soft electric light. Jamie, immobile, reached out and gently took Julian's throbbing cock in hand. Julian turned off the water. Nothing was said, all was understood.
As they were cuddling nude under the heavy linens, Julian began kissing Jamie's neck. Jamie turned his head. Their lips met an instant. Then Jamie slid lower along Julian's chest, kissing his nipples and belly. Julian gasped when Jamie began sucking his glans. He grabbed Jamie's head and pulled him up to his face. Their kisses were desperate. They ate each other's drooling mouth as their tongues danced, duelling, thrusting, seeking. Then Jamie spun around, giving Julian free access to his dribbling cock. Julian engulfed Jamie's slim, uncut dick as deep as he could in his mouth. Julian's scent was driving Jamie wild. His tongue swirled, tantalizing Julian's slit, making him writhe, boiling inside. Julian sucked harder, thirsting for Jamie's young cum. He bobbed his head, squeezing the shaft with one hand, nursing the glans, clawing Jamie's rump with the other. They revelled in a turmoil of sheets. Jamie became frenzied, losing all control, trembling. Julian's cock began to spew spurts of creamy cum down Jamie's throat. Julian grabbed Jamie's buttocks and forced the slippery glans as deep as he could, never gagging. Jamie exploded. Julian drank.
Satiated, dripping with sweat, they just laid there grinning. A sharp scent of sex floated in the air.
They kissed again as if they were drowning. Little by little, Jamie began to giggle. Julian burst out laughing as well. Grabbing each other, they rolled back and forth in the tangled sheets.
"You taste great, Jamie!"
"Do I?" inquired Jamie, giggling.
"Good God, YES! I LOVED IT! And me, do I taste good?"
"You are DELICIOUS, Julian!"
Neither had softened.
Jamie kissed Julian's reddened lips and whispered, "Another round?"
"Well, uh..." grinned Julian, "Actually, I am a bit thirsty..."
Around 5:00 PM, they returned to check the boat. Once inside, Julian said, "Jamie, I've an idea. Listen, when I refurbished Moon Dancer, I modified the berth I use for Amanda and me. It can become a double bed."
"Let me see."
Julian pulled the berth. The backrest fell in place alongside.
"There, see what I mean?" asked Julian.
"You mean you and me, we could...?" beamed Jamie.
"Who else could it mean?" laughed Julian, interrupting.
"I guess we don't need to look for a new sleeping bag for me, then, do we?" replied Jamie, grabbing Julian in a hug.
"Fancy a beer before dinner?"
"Of course!"
That night in bed, things became a bit more, let's say, serious!
Jamie cooed with delight as Julian drove him out of his mind with his tongue, rimming him, with his finger massaging his prostate inside his twitching asshole.
"Hold on a second," panted Julian as he dashed into the bathroom. He returned, slathered his cock with courtesy hand-cream, and tantalized Jamie's anus with the oozing tip of his glans.
Jamie writhed, holding his legs as high as he could, anticipating Julian's entry.
Jamie gasped as Julian's cock suddenly found its home inside Jamie.
Jamie's anal muscles squeezed the treasure they now held captive.
The old instinctive fuck dance began.
Jamie cooed, moaned, and hummed as he pushed back to meet Julian's undulations.
Julian stirred his cock inside Jamie. He held Jamie's ankles as he rolled, gently thrusting.
Both looked into each other's eyes as they moved in sync. Jamie clasped his legs around Julian's waist, clawing his buttocks, clamping him in his grip.
Julian kissed, almost biting Jamie's slim neck, licking his silky moist pits, drooling, gasping, enraptured in a whirlpool of total abandon.
Ultimately surrendering to the urgent surges of semen churning in the unknown depths of his flesh, Julian bucked, pumped, and hunched until, on the verge of fainting, he howled, exploding, tingling, vibrating, quaking from head to toe, as his cum gushed deep into Jamie's quivering flesh.
At that very instant, Jamie screamed with all his might, caught in the riptide of an overwhelming anal orgasm.
Panting, their faces locked cheek against cheek. They dared not move. Julian slightly softened, oozing his ultimate drops inside Jamie.
Catching their breath, entwined together, Jamie whispered, "Do you mind me falling in love with you, Capt'n?"
"You can fall in love with me, matey, as much as I fall in love with you -- and I need you inside me now, if you can."
"I can!" declared Jamie.
"Then go for it. Go for it right now -- now, and for the days and nights to come, go for it as much as you want!"
"Even more than that!" replied Jamie, laughing, "Even more, even longer..."
Jamie entered Julian ever so gently. Once his cock was deeply embedded, he began to push and pull. Suddenly, Julian went wild. He bucked, grunting his frenzy, fucking himself on Jamie's eager young cock. They pushed together, sweating, moaning together. Then they stood on the bed, belly to back, fucking, writhing with all their might. At one point, Julian grabbed Jamie's ass from behind and threw his head back. Wide-eyed, mouth agape, drooling, Julian shot semen everywhere. In the shower of his ejaculations, Julian's hole clenched Jamie's cock. Jamie howled, lost for the first time in a blinding, gut-wrenching orgasm.
After a breathless instant, they collapsed, Jamie still inside Julian. Neither had lasted long. Jamie's cock slowly slipped out as he turned to face Julian. They found their way under the covers and hugged.
Jamie whispered, "I feel like a man, loving you, Julian."
"You are a man, Jamie. And you've made a real man out of me too..."
Breathing each other's breath, legs entwined, their lips slightly touching, they remained motionless like that, as they slowly slumbered into a deep dreamless sleep.
In the morning light, waking up, Julian's tender gaze met Jamie's sleepy eyes. They smiled. Gently caressing Jamie's cheek, Julian whispered, "Fuck me again."
"But it's your turn to fuck me..."
Julian thought an instant, rolled over on Jamie, and stated, "You're right. We must take turns fucking each other. It's only fair play."
"It's more than a game, Julian..."
Struck again by Jamie's acuity, Julian humbly replied, "Of course, Jamie. It's way more than a game, it's our prayer -- but nevertheless it's dazzling good fun!"
"I agree! But first... can we have breakfast?" giggled Jamie, playing with Julian's plump cock.
"I'll call room service. Stay right where you are..."
Along the two hundred and some miles of the southern coast of Newfoundland there are fjords, deserted coves and eight villages among which four can be reached only by sea. There's also the French archipelago of Saint Pierre and Miquelon, a curious destination that's worth the visit. Basically, the coast is an unspoiled wilderness of beauty known by few.
As for their programme, nothing was yet decided. Their sailing depended mostly on the weather. Warm sunny days are rare and neither one of them was keen on getting cold and wet.
In order to be completely independent, they decided to stock up on water, food, and drink. They filled the fuel tank to the brim and double checked the motor. There was still plenty of firewood in the hold and even three sacks of anthracite in case of extremely bad weather. Jamie said he was rather good at fishing, so they bought adequate equipment to try to live off his catches as much as possible.
Two days later, they cast off, heading East.
Little by little, in their life aboard, they moved together with grace and precision. They needed few words to understand each other. Unbridled, creative sex worked miracles of uplifting communion.
Moon Dancer was always shipshape, admired by the villagers they encountered during their stopovers in Burgeo, Grey River, or Francois.
Jamie caught more fish than they could eat. They had fun doing simple things together, taking care of each other, contemplating the beauty around them. The days flowed one into the other, each one richer than the one before. Love can do that.
One night, safe at anchor in some unnamed cove, they snuggled in the cockpit, warmly wrapped in their downcoats. That was when Jamie opened his heart. Julian had never pried into Jamie's past. Neither had Jamie ever pried into Julian's. It was as if their lives had begun when they met. However, little by little pieces of the past inevitably surfaced. Now Jamie felt a vital need to share with Julian what he and Robin had endured.
"There's something I need to talk about with you Julian, something horrible that happened to me and that loving you has healed. I appreciate you never questioning me about my family, my past, my boyhood. But for the sake of our love, I need to talk about it with you."
"I'm listening."
"You're the second love in my life. The first love was what you could call, I guess, 'puppy' love. His name was Robin. We met when we were both fourteen. He was a bit on the puny side. You know, delicate, fragile, but he was the cutest kid you can imagine. We both fell in love the moment we saw each other. Well, one thing lead to another. We began jerking off together, then sucking, and we ended up fucking. It wasn't much, but our little squirts together were a lot of fun. We were inseparable. My dad didn't like Robin, but I didn't care. My dad was a drunkard. He preferred my two bigger brothers. They were burly bastards like him. They didn't like me either, but I was used to it."
"Are you still in contact with Robin?"
"Yes, my soul is, but he's dead. My father killed him."
"Good God! What are you saying?" exclaimed Julian, appalled.
Jamie calmly told the whole story. He also explained how he had forgiven everybody.
"I had to forgive. If I didn't forgive, hate would have driven me crazy. So I forgave, but forgiving didn't HEAL my soul. I was all alone and my soul kept on bleeding. I hurt when I had nothing to do. When my apprenticeship finished, I was lost..."
"Carry on," whispered Julian.
"Then you sailed into my life and my hurt vanished. Loving and being loved, making love with you healed my soul."
Overtaken by emotion, Julian opened his arms. Jamie was weeping and smiling at the same time. There in the milky moonlight, for a long silent moment, they sat, holding each other. Moon Dancer gently swayed on her anchor chain. A shooting star or two streaked across the twinkling sky. A distant seabird's song echoed afar. Their lives were now linked and the love they made that night was a hymn to life itself.
Epilogue
They sailed from Gaultois down the coast and over to Miquelon, then Saint Pierre. There, they refilled their pantry, bought fine French wine, topped off the fuel and water, and undertook the 48 hours crossing back to Louisbourg. They encountered foul weather, heavy seas, and tricky winds on their way but that wasn't a real problem.
As the last summer squall finished by passing, Julian asked, "Not too upset, Jamie?"
"It was scary, but we got through it all right. Goes to show us that hardships are just a part of life, I guess."
"That's your wisdom talking again!"
"Wisdom or just plain common sense..."
"Common sense is a flower that grows in few people's garden, Jamie!"
Jamie laughed, then remarked, "We both know people who hold on to their hardships, their grudges, ailing and complaining as if they needed to be unhappy to be somebody, don't we?"
Julian nodded.
"I'm not like that, nor are you. We know how to release and do our job together. We can tackle the storms, endure the doldrums because we don't hold on to things that don't uplift us. We can be drenched, freezing, and maybe bruised, but we're safe in our love. Where there's real love, there's release, and where there's release, there's light."
Returning to Louisbourg, they were met and congratulated by Jamie's mates with a big party at Jake's. A few days later, they headed down the coast to Mahone Bay where they had good chances to find work for the winter.
Late September, both were hired in a boatyard near Chester Basin for six months to work in a team of artisans. They were immediately befriended by the others. The work was meaningful and the money was good!
Perhaps next summer they'll return North to cruise among the islands along the Saint Lawrence between Quebec and Labrador.
Never forgetting, always forgiving, they chose to live free. They didn't add up to much in this big wicked world, but they existed, avoiding bullshit and trying to not hurt the planet if possible. They had each other and together they both had all they needed. So fair winds and following seas to Moon Dancer, Jamie, and Julian, wherever they are, whatever the shores they explore, enjoy!
A free picture file (pdf), containing a photo of Moon Dancer and the portraits of Julian and Jamie are available upon request at maringiustinian@gmail.com.