Sail Away Chapter Two by marcus, trey and billy aka the Sanibelboys
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I had just finished taking a shower, which was wonderful I might add, and my masturbation session went equally as well. As most every nineteen year old male knows, the act of jerking off is just a normal part of life; even if it may occur two or three times a day.
I walked out of my bathroom, towel drying my hair, oblivious as always to my
surroundings; elaborate as they were, when out of nowhere I heard "John Henry, what in the world takes you so long to shower?" It was my fathers voice and it was coming from somewhere in my room. I knew by the sound of the voice that it wasn't coming in over the room to room intercom system. I immediately dropped my towel to the floor, quickly scanning my room, when I spotted my dad sitting at my desk.
"I thought you'd never get out of there, but I can honestly say that I too used to have a few long showers in my youth." Said my dad, with a smile on his face.
I had totally forgotten that I was naked, which was normal for me to be, when I was in my room. It was too late to attempt to cover my cock up, as by now dad has seen it all. I quickly sat on the edge of my bed, trying to act and appear as if nothing was wrong; but my cock was still attempting to betray me.
"Well son," he began, "I've gathered up a few books for you to acquaint yourself with; as you'll most likely be expected to know something about the company and last but not least, you need to know the different parts of a cargo vessel and all of the terminology that seamen use. I don't expect you to read everything here, but the more you learn, the easier your job will be; not to mention the possibility of getting jabs from your fellow shipmates would be endless once they discover that you are the heir to the entire company, one of these years."
My fathers talk about putting me to work, quickly ended any hopes I may have had for a peaceful evening, but I needed to change the topic of discussion here; as any talk about me getting a real job and toiling away as some misfit deckhand was most depressing. So the quickest and simplest way I knew how was to ask, what I thought was an unrelated question. "Say dad, I heard mom drive out before I came into the house. Where did she go?" I got an answer, but it wasn't the one I was expecting.
"Son, your mother has always stood up for you, arguing more than once that she knew what was best for you. I finally put my foot down, about getting you on board with the company; starting from the bottom up, and your mother became quite upset and didn't want to be here while you and I are having these discussions. If it were up to your mother, you wouldn't have to do much, let alone learn anything more that what you've learned in school; and you and I know that you need a higher education if you're going to one day run a Fortune 500 company. I've no intention on just handing all of this over to you, unless you can start to take an interest. Your mother will be home later on this evening, and I'm sure she will come up and see you before you fall asleep."
I sat there in silence for the longest time, with nothing really to say; and I knew my dad was hoping that I would at least sound a bit more enthused about life. Finally my dad began telling me about the vessel and the captain, on which I'd be working. You see, my fathers company is the only shipping company in America that does not use slaves for general deckhand duties. If it weren't for my mothers' insistence on not having slaves, I'm sure that every one of the ships would be manned by slaves. Hell, even my friends had slaves for servants, housekeepers, cooks and butlers; but not us... oh no. Mom would have nothing to do with the housing of slaves, as she'd never been brought up around them and didn't want to take on the responsibility as owners of slaves. She'd been more than pleased with the hired staff, which has worked here for over five years. Nothing short of perfection from them, this was much better than having to prod a slave into doing something; simply because he was ordered
to do it.
My father got up from the desk chair, as if preparing to exit my room. He slowly turned this way and that, apparently looking at everything that was in plain sight. "You know, John, that it has been years since I've been in this room. It amazes me that you can find space for all this stuff. I never knew that you even had some of these things; but then again, I'm sure that your mother was mostly responsible in procuring them for you."
My father fell silent, as he continued his visual observations of my room; as I could do no more than sit naked on my bed. Every once in awhile he would pick up something and inspect it, as if he didn't know what it was that he was looking at.
Finally, he turned to face me; bending over and picking up my wet, discarded bath towel. "Here you go son, I believe you dropped this and need to put it in its' proper place."
I could do nothing, not even protest; as I stood up, attempting to shield my nakedness. I reached for, and took the towel, making a quick escape to my bathroom. 'Damn I thought', I just made another big mistake. Now I'd have to traverse my room, to my closet or dresser and get something to cover myself with. I tried my best not to look at my father, as I moved quickly to my dresser, hoping to slide into a pair of undies before he could say another word. Too late.
"I never noticed your body either, as we never seem to have time together anymore, except on the few occasions like tonight. I take it that you haven't been keeping up your exercise routine at the gym. It is a bit too late to start over, but one thing I can tell you is that you will need a lot of strength to work on any of our vessels. You'd best start doing something even it is just basic stuff, or you might find yourself the brunt of endless teasing amongst the other employees."
I politely responded to my dads' comments, as he took to leaning up against the wall next to my bedroom door. It was almost as if he was staring right through me, which gave me a weird feeling of insecurity.
"There is much to be done in the coming week, son; not to mention that I'm sure you'll want to spend time with some of your friends too. I've made arrangements for you to get your physical on Monday, which is at ten in the morning. All employees must have one before they start work and one every two years thereafter. It won't take long and you'll have the rest of the day to do whatever it is that you do. I'm not sure, but if your mother can't go with you, then I'll take you myself, which will assure us that you've gotten that out of the way."
My shocked, yet sad, facial expressions were easily detected by my father; but he said nothing else to me, as he walked slowly from my room, placing a call on his cellphone.
It was odd, that no matter how long I stayed awake, calling my friends and telling them about my upcoming job; that mom never came upstairs to say her normal good nights. I heard her car come back, and even heard her come inside the house, but she never came into my room. Strange, as we've been not only mother and son; but the best of friends as well. It was well past midnight before I'd gotten off the phone and finally put myself down for the night.
The morning was filled with more emotions, as I faced my mother in the dining room; joining my parents for our ritual of having weekend breakfasts together. There was no mention at the table about my upcoming departure, only small talk about things around the house, etc, etc. After my father excused himself from the table was when my mom opened up to me, saying that she had no say in the matter. "It was take the job, work hard or else move out in a week, no car, no money."
Not having any choice in the matter, unless I wanted to end up homeless; I resigned myself to the fact that I now had a job. I spent the rest of the weekend at home, entertaining my friends as they came by to wish me well. It was nice in a way, as most of them had jobs already and during the week they worked; so it was like having a farewell party, of sorts. One of my friends couldn't make it over the weekend, so we agreed that he'd come over Monday evening after supper; and I just knew that he was going to bring up the subject of man on man sex, again.
Monday morning rolled around and after breakfast, it was time to head out to get my physical. Mom was going to take me after all, for which I was thankful; however, I quickly discovered that the doctor's appointment wasn't with our family physician, but rather a doctor who performed physicals for almost every labor union in the state. Like, what's up with that? I'm going to start work in California, but my physical is here in New York; and with some dude I've never seen before.
We arrived at the address that my father had given us; and it wasn't in the best part of town, to say the least. Hell, in this area we'd be lucky if our car was still parked at the curb when we came out. However, once inside the building we discovered that it was brightly lit and rather nicely decorated. I took a seat while my mom went and registered my name with the ancient looking nurse behind the bullet proof glass. We sat talking about dad and my job for quite some time; watching several men and young adults leave, and many more starting to fill up the waiting area. None of them, not a one, looked like they came from my part of town. Even their clothes smelled of stench, not to mention their personal body odors.
When the nurse lady called my name, I was more than ready to get this over with; but to my surprise my mom stood up as well. I couldn't believe she wanted to go in with me. How embarrassing. But, after she quietly told me that she wasn't about to sit in the waiting room alone, I really couldn't blame her for wanting to get the fuck out of there.
We were ushered into a nice clean room, standard by all practices, and I was
instructed to strip naked. Before I did anything, I looked around for one of
those gowns that you'd normally wear, but none were in sight.
When the nurse came back into the room, I was sitting on the exam table, wearing nothing but my Tommy boxer briefs. She wasn't pleased with me, as she berated me in front of my mother; telling me that naked meant naked. She even went so far as to say something to the fact that my nakedness wouldn't offend my mother, as she'd seen me naked before and that I should never be ashamed of my own body. Consequently, I turned away from my mother and slid out of my underwear.
The next thing I know, I'm paraded over to the weight and height machine; which just so happens to be right next to the chair my mother is sitting in. There I was, eyes closed tightly, just knowing that my mother was getting a good look at my cock and balls, not to mention my abundant pubic hair.
Minutes seemed like hours, but I was totally shocked when the doctor came in and the only thing he did, was to do the exam on my balls and then finished up by sticking a finger up my ass. I could only image what my mother was thinking, as she had to sit through the whole ordeal. I sure was glad when it was over and I had my clothes back on.
We stopped at the front desk to pick up my certificate, and just as if it was a normal thing to say, the nurse blurted out; loud enough for everyone to hear, that unless I wanted to cause damage to my testicles, that I'd better start wearing tight fitting shorts while working as a long shoreman. God, how embarrassing was that. I could hear the waiting room fill up with sneers and giggles as we quickly exited the building.
Dinner was again quiet, with my mom filling in the blanks for my dad about my physical, our shopping for underwear, boots and work clothes. Dad was really pleased that I seemed more receptive to his job offer, versus having me sit there and moan and groan, not to mention pleading.
I was never so glad that my friend came over a little early; which gave me the perfect excuse for leaving my parents alone at the dinner table. My friend (Alan) and I went upstairs and started talking about my new job. He'd done some research on the internet about cargo ships and he set about bringing up one or two of them on my computer. They were mostly pictures, which were nice, but at the end of the second website there was an extraordinary amount of pages on life aboard these huge ships. Alan began reading aloud, as I lay on my bed, listening intently but soon began hearing things that I didn't like. Life aboard a ship meant no females. Life aboard a ship meant sleeping in small bunks in small rooms. Life aboard a ship meant meals that seemed stagnant. Life aboard ship meant extremely hard work, when work needed to be done and life aboard ship could be extremely boring when there wasn't any work to be done. God almighty, what have I gotten myself into, I wondered.
Soon, Alan had logged on to a gay porn site and called me over to see what the pictures were. I couldn't believe my eyes. Page after page of naked twinks and men; all with hardons. Cum filled photos were no exception either. I was glad that I was standing behind Alan, looking over his shoulder, because Mother Nature was taking control of my cock and it began to harden. I suppose it was from not only looking at the photos, but also listening to Alan describe certain feelings he always got when he was having sex with one of the other two guys. There was no way I had ever gotten those same feelings when some girl was sucking my dick; not to mention that they never swallowed my load of cum. Soon my two hands were resting on Alan's shoulders, my fingers slowly squeezing his muscles. I had no idea that I was even doing it, until Alan put one of his hands on top of one of mine. He continued clicking his way through the photographs, slowing down to explain the ones which showed the bondage and pain scenes. It was when he was showing me these photos that I learned that he had experienced some of the same things which were depicted in the pictures.
Alan must have had a special sense or something, because he logged off of the website and turned the computer off. He turned around slowly, easily detecting the bulge in my shorts. One of his hands found its' way to my butt cheek and the other hand began to massage my cock through the fabric.
There was no amount of resistance I could mount, that would have made me not want a blowjob now. I lifted Alan from the chair and we both slowly made our way to my bed; where he quickly, yet affectionately removed all of my clothes. My cock was so hard that it rested completely on my abdomen and my balls were hanging between my legs. Alan swiftly spread my legs, and crawled up between them and immediately went to work sucking my cock. It was the most fantastic feeling that I had ever experienced. As much as I wanted these feeling to last forever, I all too soon pumped a large load of manseed into my friends' mouth.
Alan slid back, off of my cock and knelt above me. His eyes said it all. He started to lean forward, resting his hands either side of my chest; his face getting closer and closer to mine. Instinctively, I raised my arms, encompassing his torso, pulling him into me; our lips meeting and cumulating with both of us tonguing each other like to ravenous animals.
We lay silent for the longest time, before Alan got up off of the bed; dressing and announcing that he had to go. Apparently he was off to meet up with our two friends. But, before he left, he assured me that he and they would be back over for a 'visit'.
After Alan left, I walked passed the living room where my parents were still enjoying their normal nighttime brandy. My father called for me to join them, as both of them had a few things which they wanted to discuss with me. I could only image that whatever it was, that it would most likely be about the 'job' or something more distressing.
I knew that if I could concentrate on what Alan and I had just done, that whatever words were spoken would 'fall on deaf ears'.
to be continued...
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