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RAINBOWS GALORE (part three and end)
by Marin Giustinian
Nowadays in Ullapool, Scotland
Magdalene revealed herself to be swift and easy to handle. After optimising the tension of her shrouds and sails, the side keels helped her beat, close-hauled, quite well upwind, and if they weren't facing a stiff current and angry whitecaps, she could nearly match the wind speed at ten knots on close reach. They tuned her like a concert violin, and gently tamed her together. It was now obvious that they had to be two aboard for her to perform at her best.
Glen was back on duty behind his bar over the weekend. Magdalene had become a subject of conversation on the waterfront and Glen had to face a wave of questions concerning her. Glen promised his pub buddies that he would throw a big boat party on board for them after the cruise offshore with Gael.
By the third of April, Magdalene was perfectly rigged with brand new red sails. They had recovered an old, but clean cotton mattress out of Glen's attic that they 'borrowed' along with their sheets and covers, giving them a decent, makeshift berth in the bow. They stashed their bags under the berth shelf, loaded some food, liquor and beer aboard, and threw a sack of coal and kindling in the hold under the cockpit. The weather was perfect and their spirits were high as they hoisted the sails, sailing out of the loch for three, perhaps four days of coastal cruising.
"Glen! I feel so free!" exclaimed Gael, baring his chest facing the windy sun.
"And I feel like I'm off for a new life, Gael!"
"Really?"
"Yes, really! Who knows what can happen when joy grabs hold of your life?"
The loch opened onto the bay. Magdalene began to ride the rise and fall of the swell. Ahead, the islands came clearly into view. They slid in silence through the waters. A hush fell on both as they relished the liquid hours of simply being underway together.
The sun began to tease the horizon. Only a few pastel clouds adorned the deep blue of the forthcoming twilight sky. They lowered the sails, creeping into a cove of the last island before the open sea. They dropped anchor. It held well.
"Let's light the stove and stoke it with coal before the chill hits the cabin. Out here, it can get really cold at night."
"I can do that, Glen!"
"And I'll pour us a beer and cook our first meal together," added Glen.
"What's on the menu?"
"Vegetable stew, vegetable stew or vegetable stew. What will you have?"
"I think I'll enjoy a good vegetable stew, dimwit! We'll catch some fish tomorrow!"
It seems now that whatever Glen and Gael did together, it harmonised like their music. Be it sailing, cooking or simply being silent together, facing the same wind, breathing the same air. Their presence together was dense, like the scent of amber and sunshine.
The night set in. Only the lapping of the wavelets and the distant shrill of a lonesome seabird could be heard afar. Both Gael and Glen sipped their whisky in silence, sitting in the cockpit, cuddled together under a blanket. Gael let his head fall on Glen's shoulder. Glen pulled him up closer, leaving his arm around his shoulder. They were propped against the gunwale, their legs stretched out on the deck. Gael put his hand on Glen's knee, rubbing it slightly.
"Does it bother you, Glen, if I touch you like that?" whispered Gael.
Glen said nothing. He simply tugged Gael a little bit closer, and laid his leg over Gael's, encouraging his hand to slide up his thigh.
Gael began to shiver just a little.
"Are you cold?"
"No."
Glen turned his face towards Gael's, inhaling the bitter-sweet scent of his hair. His thigh nudged Gael's leg, inviting his hand to wander a bit more.
Gael took his time. He breathed in unison with Glen, feeling him yield ever so gently to the energy they were sharing.
When Gael's fingers cupped Glen's sex, his stiff cock jerked. Glen slowly leaned over. Gael gently squeezed. Their lips met. It was the first kiss of all creation, the first that had ever existed since the beginning of time!
"Glen?"
"Say nothing, Gael. I'm starting to feel myself for real -- feel my true self deep inside... Please... My God, don't stop!"
Clenching each other, they writhed together under the stars.
Gael's glee was overflowing. He laughed like a child on a carousel, a simple laugh of joy and awe. Glen began laughing too as they smothered each other with kisses and nibbles. Their laughter was something between sighs and sobs, a laugh of relief and of dawning abandon.
They scrambled down into the cabin. The warmth of the coal fire in the stove greeted them. Their clothes flew hither and yon as they stripped nude and dove in the bedding!
Gael's unharmed instinct took over. He enticed Glen, seeking no intrusion, soliciting no return. Glen let him explore, electrifying his body. Sometimes he shuddered, then gasped and flowed along with Gael's infinitely tender kisses and caresses. His youthful scent and increasing ardor intoxicated Glen, and when Gael took Glen's cock in his mouth, sucking it, swirling his tongue around the leaking glans, Glen began to throb, thrust, and hum as the growing surge of semen began to boil inside. He groaned, panting, then exploded with a howl, then a sigh.
Gael swallowed Glen's presence, feeding him, fulfilling him beyond his hopes. Had he seduced Glen? Not really. He simply let Glen experience abandon as he lead him to the ecstasy of total surrender. There was no domineering, no submitting, simply sharing the wonders of flesh in communion with the soul.
Glen grabbed Gael, nearly crushing him against his sweaty chest. Leaving Gael no respite, he slid down and sucked him as well... even stronger. For the first time, Glen coaxed a cock to orgasmic lightning. For the first time, he too spewed once again a little more semen as Gael's elegant, slim cock slid into his throat. He tasted the wonders of his love's male offering.
Gael laid limp, stunned, marvelled, and awestruck. His lust now had a name, a face, and a heart, beating just for him. Glen eased out of the berth, blew out the lamp, and returned. Gael rolled over on him, entwining their legs, burying his face into Glen's pit. They both immediately fell asleep.
The dim overcast morning spilled its pale light over their nude bodies still entwined. They woke, vaguely understanding that their life would never be the same again. They smiled at each other, giggled and dashed topside in the chill to piss their relief, and then grasp each other, shouting together, "Good morning, lover!"
Glen shivered, saying, "Let's get back in! Breakfast?"
"Yes! You!" replied Gael, dragging his mate back onto the berth. Just as simple as two kittens sharing the same basket, they curled together, each sucking the other's cock. They sucked slowly, at first, taking their time, letting the miracle of love seek its own eruption.Their penetrating fingers found that intimate spot between butt cheeks, and for both, the sensation drove them mad. Their buttocks shivered and shook, making their cocks dance into each other's throats. Nearly gagging from the abundance of their spasms, they swallowed and then kissed, wiggling as they snuggled, lingering just a little while longer under the moist covers.
Suddenly, Gael's stomach growled and they both broke out laughing.
"Now, I hear it's time to enjoy a second breakfast!" exclaimed Glen as he ruthlessly nibbled Gael's ear, before crawling out of the berth. Gael followed behind him and scampered on deck, exclaiming "You pump the water in the kettle. I'll fetch more coal. I'll keep our fire always burning!"
They had pulled on a sweater each and sat butt-naked, cross-legged on the cabin floor, enjoying a second cup of tea after a full Scottish breakfast. The weather seemed to get worse. Magdalene was a bit nervous, pulling on her anchor chain. The wind had picked up, and a some rain pelleted the deck overhead.
Inside, all was cosy and fine. Gael looked around, musing aloud.
"You know, Glen, I could live like this! I don't need more. I'd just install a slicker locker by the companionway, and cabinets all along the inside of the hull. I'd build in a chart desk and a central table with coffer-benches, too. A big, new mattress would be great, and a few more sexy oil lamps for lighting and with my penny-whistle and laptop, that's all I'd need."
Glen looked around as Gael spoke.
"You'd need some shelving for your books, too."
"You're right! Do you think you'd like to have the inside fixed up like that too?" replied Gael.
"Yes, I'd like that. I don't think we'd need more, only some space for my clothes and fiddle. That should be enough for just the two of us."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we could live aboard Magdalene and go busking with our music around the world together."
"Are you joking?" asked Gael, as he stood picking up the dishes.
"That can wait, Gael. I'm not joking at all. Sit down. Let's talk."
Gael sat, excited and uneasy at the same time. He'd never seen Glen look that way. He was smiling and dead serious at the same time.
"I'm listening, mate..."
"You see, I feel like I've been set free from some kind of burden I've been carrying around for years and not really realising it. The love we made freed me, Gael. You made me realise who I really am deep down inside... Do you understand?"
"Not completely, but I believe you, Glen."
"I'm just starting to understand it myself... So what I want to say is that we've grown into each other, and now I know I love you."
Gael looked at Glen with tears of emotion swelling in his eyes, uttering, "You love me...?"
"Yes! I love you, mate! And I'll never let you go."
"Where could I go without you, Glen?"
"Nowhere and that's it! We can't go anywhere without each other. So we'll just go together, living aboard, like now, wherever we are. What you described as making the cabin into a tiny home suits me perfectly. So let's do it! The less we own, less trash we make. Too many people are fucking up the planet with all their useless shit! Look at all the crap that floats onto our shores. And the air... You know the stench of fog in Edinburgh, don't you?"
Gael nodded, not believing his ears.
"So there, we'll stay clear and clean of all that. Do you follow me?"
"Good God! I follow you all the way! I see stuff on the internet talking about pollution and the end of the world looming over us because of money, greed and industry. It made me sick because I couldn't do anything about it all by myself. What you're saying is that if we can't change the world, then we can change worlds. Live in our own world, and our world starts in that bed, in this boat, in our hearts and lives. I love you too, Glen! I've loved you from the day we met."
"But you said nothing."
"What could I say? You talked about fucking girls, then about how you were fed up with love and all that shit, man! How could I say anything? All I could do is love you in silence. And, like you said, we grew into each other, just as naturally as two trees grow side by side, their roots and their branches mingling. Love makes us grow... grow together, growing free."
"So do we do it?"
"You mean, finish Magdalene like I said and move in together?"
"Answer my question, Gael! Do we do like you said, like we said now?"
"OF COURSE WE DO IT!"
They hadn't noticed the darkening sky and the whitecaps in the pass. A storm was brewing. When the rumble of thunder startled them, they released their hug. Glen dashed to the companionway and looked out.
"Let's scramble Gael. There's some really foul weather coming down on us!"
The wind was already whistling in the rigging. Magdalene was slowly swinging on her anchor chain. Rain began driving down on the deck and the roof. The sky had darkened and flashes of lightning and thunder closed in.
"We've got to get out of here in case the anchor slips, I'll handle the motor and tiller. You take care of the anchor," stated Glen as they clad their slickers.
The motor hummed and Gael cranked the windlass.
"The anchor's up!"
Glen engaged the motor and they pulled out of the cove, bucking in the waves.
"Gael, take the tiller and keep the bow heading straight into the wind. I'm going to prepare the mainsail."
Glen unfurled the canvas and hoisted the gaff just enough to reef the sail. It was thrashing and flapping in the squall as he raised it mid-mast. He then ran aft, pulled in the sheet and fixed it on the cleat telling Gael to push the tiller to starboard. Magdalene heeled downwind. The sail immediately clacked and filled, straining in the wind. They were back underway.
"You can cut the motor and keep her steady as she goes for the moment, Gael!"
They cleared the point and headed into open water.
"You're doing a great job, Gael. We can go downwind on a broad reach now until the storm passes. We'll get less spray that way."
Gael had never felt so proud!
Glen shouted back to Gael as he adjusted the mainsail, "Just to let you know, Gael -- tonight, I want you in me."
Dumbfounded, Gael looked at him, squinting his eyes in the rain.
"And that's an order!" he concluded, laughing.
"I'll try to obey, captain!"
"Don't try! Just do it!"
Angry fits of the now distant storm left behind an orgy of rainbows. Glen told Gael to head upwind so he could unfurl the foresails. Magdalene, now under full sail, on a beam reach, split the waves, speeding towards another scattered maze of islands on the horizon. Gael was still manning the tiller, happy as a prince. Glen fixed them a mug of hot tea each. As they sipped, Glen said, "I know a really nice little restaurant in a village just south of here. If we keep up speed like this, we can be there by 5:00 PM, clean up and indulge in a dinner to celebrate our riding out the storm -- and then celebrate the rest... obeying orders. How does that sound?"
"That sounds great. I especially like the rest. You know, Glen, I never tire making music with you. Making love together is the same. I love you so hard that it scares me some."
"Why be scared? We handled the storm, didn't we? We can handle the tempests and doldrums of love too, can't we? Where's the problem?"
"I guess you're right... If we're never scared, doubting or selfish... What I mean is that if we don't create problems ourselves, then they won't overrule us like they do so many!"
They groomed each other to perfection. Well dressed, almost like young gentlemen, they went to dine. The dinner was great. Once back onboard, they relaxed and undressed. As they slipped under the covers, Gael asked, "Will you help me, Glen?"
"This is a big first for me too. We'll let nature and love handle things, Gael. Just let it happen, take it easy and use a lot of almond oil. I need you in me so hard!"
After long moments of kissing, sucking and humming, Glen laid on his back and spread his legs, anointing Gael's leaking cock. Gael lined it in place and instinctively pushed, sliding his slender cock into Glen. Both began the gasping, penetrating dance together. It lasted and increased until a crescendo of thrusts, found them joined to the hilt. Their tender undulations became urgent stabs, throbs, and thrusts, up until Gael suddenly stared wide-eyed into the Glen's eyes. He stiffened, convulsed, his mouth, agape, drooling, and howling like a banshee, he arched, spewing his fluid fire into Glen. Seconds later, Glen gasped and ejaculated as Gael collapsed on him, covering him with kisses. Both their bodies, slippery with sweat and cum, slowly moved together as Gael's softening cock slipped out.
After a long, immobile moment, Gael asked, "Are you sleepy, Glen?"
"No... and you?"
Gael said nothing as he caressed Glen's cock. It was still very erect and throbbed in Gael's hand.
Gael whispered, "Please... in me, too..."
They made love day and night, sailed, played music together, and sailed some more. They talked about their street act and other means of making some money.
One evening, Gael said that he would make a little elfin string marionette. He could dance to one of Glen's fiddling jig as they performed.
"I could introduce him to the audience saying, 'Here is Robin Rainbow! He dances to heal the Earth!' That could be our theme. We do this to heal the Earth!"
"Great idea! And I could paint rainbows on silk to make scarves too. They're light, take no room and I'm sure they'd sell well! In fact, I'm going to start by making a rainbow-pride flag for our mast top."
"That's a big declaration, Glen!"
"That's what we've got to be! We are love's declaration of independence! Let's head back to Ullapool, Gael, and spread the news of our upcoming departure together. I need to be honest and come out to my family, too."
"If you need to, Glen, I'm with you... How do you think they'll take it?"
"No idea... Either, all hell will break loose, or the sun will shine -- maybe both. Whatever! We'll handle it."
Glen called his parents, saying he and Gael were coming for dinner and that they had some news to share.
At the end of the dinner after having given a detailed account of their cruise, Glenn concluded by saying, "And I just want you to know that Gael and I are in love. We are going to finish making the boat liveable and move in together. We'll live off of our music, sailing from town to town. It's decided."
There was a startled silence. Gael held his breath, grasping Glen's thigh under the table. Mrs. Gow just stared at them, with a puzzled, tender look in her eyes.
Mr. Gow pushed his chair back from the table, saying, "I don't understand you guys at all. Give me some time to get over it, to think about all that. All I can say now is that I think it's about time you get out of my house. Good night."
He stood and left, followed by his wife.
That was quick, simple and clear. They moved out of the house the next morning and piled up in the cabin. For a month, they managed to camp in a little tent they pitched in the cockpit and work, fitting the cabin. It took organisation, but they did it.
The news of their come-out spread around town like wildfire. Some of the townsfolk shunned them, others became friendlier. Nobody actually said anything to them. They didn't try to hide their togetherness either. They weren't aggressively flamboyant. They weren't trying to act straight either. They simply showed who they were and their simplicity was a perfectly clear and gentle declaration!
They turned Magdalene into a perfect tiny home in record time. The day of departure was drawing nigh.
The pub had taken note of Glen's resignation. He continued as a mechanic until June 1. All of his clients were informed that he and his partner would soon leave. He sold his motorcycle and with Gael they put their cash together. Glen still had some money in his savings account, and Gael's was in good shape too. They had a financial shelter to survive and begin their plans for a nice while yet.
By the first week in June, Robin Rainbow was ready. In the best of maplewood, Gael had sculpted, sanded and skillfully painted a wonderful little head, two hands and two wooden clogs painted pea green for the feet. He glued a mop wig on his skull, sewed together the parts of his body, stuffed with cotton. He dressed his precious little Robin Rainbow with a white shirt, maroon vest and green velvet pants. Gael practiced making him 'dance for the Earth'. They had a new crew member aboard! In the evenings, as Gael worked on his marionette, Glen painted and hemmed a nice stock of rainbow scarves.
They sent out invitations for their boat party, celebrating their departure together.
They moored at the quay on the afternoon of June 12, with a rainbow flag flying from the top of the mast. All was ready for their guest to arrive at 6:00 PM. The weather was decent. Magdalene was shipshape, and they were groomed to match. The ice tub was full of beer bottles. All was in place to greet their guests. Twenty some people showed up, cramming themselves aboard, laughing and chatting in the cockpit, expressing their admiration of the way they had fixed up the the boat, inside and out. Glen and Gael mingled, answering questions, welcoming each and every one.
Then Gael rang the bell as Glen climbed up on the cabin deck where they had placed the fiddle case and Robin Rainbow's box. He raised his hands, smiling at their guests. The conversation hushed and Glen spoke.
"Hello again everybody! Gael and I are really glad that all those we invited showed up! I guess free beer and some good music can do that on an almost sunny June evening! We're glad too to let you discover our new home together, Magdalene. Most of you saw her, sad and neglected last autumn. Now you see her alive again, loved and beautiful. When I found Magdalene, I found Gael a few days later... He became a partner in music with his penny-whistle ... You remember?"
Several people clapped.
"Well he became a boat partner too, refitting her with his skill, helping me along. Now we're partners before the mast -- and that's for life! We know that a lot of people don't agree to our -- our love. But that's what it is, come hell or high water!"
Sally screamed out, "I told you guys that you were just tooooo beauuuuuutiful together to be true! Remember? So, congratulations. Are you getting married? If so I want to be your best man!"
Luke stepped up and added, "And I'll be the maid of honour!"
Again a wave of laughter and applause rose from the cockpit. Gael came up beside Glen and put his arm over his partner's shoulder.
"Marriage is not on the agenda... at least for the time being -- But if we decide to get married, wherever we are, we'll ring you both up! Promise!" proclaimed Gael.
Again there was applause as Glen raised his hands to continue.
"And what good is a boat that doesn't sail? We've decided to take our music out to the world... Well, at least to the world nearby, for the time being! We're going to live like sea gypsies, trading our music and our rainbow scarves for enough money to get by on."
As Glen said that, Gael whipped out of his pocket a brilliantly coloured scarf, waving it over his head, then draping it over his shoulder, striking a comical, glamour pose.
"We'll be selling them later... for you, at a very modest price!"
Again the group laughed as Gael pulled Robin Rainbow out of his box. The group gasped their admiration. Glen already had his fiddle in hand.
"So let us introduce to you our third crew member. Robin Rainbow! He dances to heal the Earth! So, we say, God bless us all! We love you, and now it's time for music!"
Glen struck up a jig, Robin Rainbow danced. Gael then hung him on the mast having him stand on the roof. He whipped out his penny-whistle and with Glen blending in, they played a love ballad together. It ended in a hush. Then somebody chanted, "A kiss! A kiss!" and the group joined in shouting in rhythm, "A kiss! A kiss!" Gael looked at Glen, opened his arms and there under the slanting sun, in front of God and everybody, they embraced in a man-kiss to be remembered under a wave of applause and wolf-whistles.
The guests continued grabbing beers out of the ice tub, chatting, roaming around the boat, inside and topside.
Glen and Gael played some more music. Robin Rainbow's other dances were a great success. They sold twelve scarves during the evening and by 9:00 PM people started leaving. The tide had gone down and they had to climb the steps up to the quay.
As Gael watched them go up, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Gow, standing above, looking down on them. Glen saw them too as they cautiously descended the slippery steps to Magdalene.
"Welcome aboard Mum, Dad... I'm glad you..."
"I know you didn't invite us, but we decided to come anyhow," said Glen's mother as she touched her son's cheek, then Gael's.
His father stood behind, carrying a big parcel.
"Listen, son, I think it's going to be a bad winter this year and your mother and I don't want our sons to catch a cold in bed together. So here's a genuine, down comforter for you two. Now, show us around this damn boat you've turned into a home," said Glen's father, with his usual gruff voice, but this time with a hint of a smile.
"Dad, did you say, 'our sons'...?"
"I know damn well what I said, boy! Has falling in love made a moron out of you. You're making an ass out of yourself in front of your handsome, young soul-twin there! Listen to me, both! I see that Gael's your 'Anam-Caraid', your soul-twin, as we say. So, I have reckon that you two are therefore brothers. Right?... And since your souls are twins, then as twins, you're both my sons! Am I clear?"
"Yes, Sir, very clear," stated Gael.
"However, be careful! Incest is something that should be kept in the family... Now, get busy! Are you two just going to stand there like blockheads? Get this damn thing off my hands and show us around!"
Gael rushed up and took the comforter.
"Listen there, Gael! Don't you think your new father-in-law... No... That doesn't work, does it?... Doesn't your new -- 'father-in-love' deserve a hug?" exclaimed Mr. Gow.
Gael tossed the package to Glen and ran into Mr. Gow's open arms. Glen just stood, dumbfounded, squeezing the comforter, staring wide-eyed at Gael and his father, as tears rolled down his cheek.
"Son, couldn't you spare a beer for your thirsty mother?" promptly intervened Mrs. Gow.
"Gael, the party goes on!" shouted Glen as he dug up the last beers out of the ice tub.
Glen's parents took a seat. Gael introduced Robin Rainbow, making their second audience of two laugh, clapping their hands to Glen's jig as the adorable marionette danced like mad. Then Gael and Glen played a tear-jerking love song in the glow of Glen's parents' smile. It was close to ten-thirty. The night would soon be falling. Mrs. Gow said they must get back to the house.
"Tomorrow, we're having our first paying guests in your former room, Glen." stated Mrs. Gow.
Glen looked a bit surprised and then nodded as he went to fetch a rainbow scarf for his mother. She hugged them both, and Mr. Gow just stood there beaming. Then he spoke again.
"Thank you, boys, for telling us your plans to get under sail and not make plans... I still think you're both crazy as loons... but that's your business. If ever you need us, you've got our number. Good night, I wish you guys fair winds and above all, be careful! There are a lot of folks out there much meaner and stupider than me!"
As Mr. and Mrs. Gow climbed the stairs, a sudden silence fell onboard. Glen looked around at the mess in the cockpit and shrugged.
"We'll clean up tomorrow, Glen... Let's go to bed."
"You're right. The mess won't go anywhere. Bed you say, but -- I'm not sleepy!"
"I said bed."
The following days, the last items they had ordered were delivered: two bolts of raw silk, fabric paints, a new bow for the fiddle, new sheets and pillow cases, a big load of coal and kindling, lamp oil, staples, beer, etc. They neatly stashed everything with the few personal items they had chosen to keep.
Everything was secured, tied down and ready to sail. They went for a last pint in the pub, gave another round of good-bye hugs to everybody and were early to sleep. The following morning, a nice, brisk breeze was blowing. They cast off on the turning tide. Sally and a few other friends were on the quay, waving their rainbow scarves. They waved back and hoisted the sails. Magdalene heeled into the wind, picked up speed and away they went.
Where were they heading? Who cares? The rainbows knew and that was enough!
THE END
A free picture album illustrating this story (pdf) is available upon request at marin.giustinian@laposte.net.