SAMI'S GAY INITIATION
Chapter 1
"Sami, if you have nothing better to do, come and give me a hand with my boat."
That was how it all started, not something I planned, or even particularly wanted. I had been celibate for so long that sexy thoughts or actions seldom entered my head. When the thoughts did come, occasionally, I must admit Sami featured in them. He was a local boy, probably less than half my age, hell, not probably, definitely less than half my age, and at 20 he stood about 5 foot 6 inches tall. He was a drifter, never seeming to stay in one place very long but he always came back to our little corner of the world. I had seen him sleeping on the netting of the kids Hobie Cat on numerous occasions when I had gone down to the beach early. I never disturbed him and sometime during the morning before the kids came down to sail he would disappear. It always surprised me that he never looked dirty or unkempt so he obviously managed a shower every day and his clothes were washed and ironed by someone. The story around the bars was that he had a very big chunk of man meat in his pants but I discounted that as wishful thinking on the part of some of the younger gays because he never showed anything. I had no idea whether he was gay and even less interest in finding out because gorgeous young islanders didn't show any interest in having a relationship with a guy fast approaching fifty.
He was a very pleasant sight, slim, but very nicely proportioned, very light skinned, almost white, unusual for an islander and his hair was wavy rather than kinky. He was also a pleasant enough youngster as well. He scrounged money and places to sleep but was never a nuisance. In other words he understood the word 'no'.
I had a quite heavy dinghy that I towed behind my yacht locally, and hoisted onto the deck if I was going anywhere distant. That was easy because I just hitched it with a harness to a spare halyard and hoisted it using a deck winch. The problem this time was that I wanted to get it out of the water for a thorough bottom clean and a bit of general maintenance and that entailed getting it onto the deck at the back of my house where the yacht was moored. Not too difficult but it needed two strong bodies and I was by myself.
Well, he came and without too much trouble we got the engine off and boat onto the deck. I could now work on the bottom and then turn it over by myself to clean up the inside.
"I can stay and help if you like, Kit, and we could then get it back in the water today."
That comment made sense, otherwise I would have been scrambling around to find another body to help me put it back in the water the next day, or whenever.
"Ok, I'll pay you the going rate and feed you when we finish. How does that sound?"
Happy bunny so we set to. It was amazing how quickly two of us managed to clean the bottom thoroughly and give it a coat of marine polish. She would slide through the water more easily now with less friction. We turned her over and did another very quick but thorough clean of the inflated tubes and the hard deck. Paddles and anchor cleaned and she was ready to return to her natural environment.
I let Sami shower and then I followed after settling him down on the deck with a beer.
Late afternoon and time for sundowners. Instead of walking down to the local bar, which is what I would normally do, I invited Sami to stay and have another drink with me on my deck. The chairs were comfortable, the heat of the day was abating and the sun was now sinking towards the sea leaving my deck mostly in shadow. He only drank beer and I had a gin and tonic. He was quite articulate and very relaxed around me after working with me for a few hours. He would turn the conversation back to me if I started quizzing him about his life, so he had a lot more knowledge of me than I had of him. He knew that I was gay, but didn't have a boyfriend, and, in fact, didn't want one. My last one had been with me for more than 20 years when he died, the pain was too much for me and I closed myself off from close human contact. I liked it that way, I didn't think I could stand the possibility of another loss. I wasn't a recluse, I just didn't want anyone to get close to me.
Renewing Sami's beer, I noticed I had enough meat defrosted to serve two people so I asked him if he would like to stay for dinner. We could have a BBQ with a salad and baked potatoes, which was what I was going to have, so doing it for two was no problem. He sat at the breakfast bar watching me as I prepared the salad and zapped the potatoes in the microwave so that they wouldn't take too long to finish on the BBQ. Chicken breasts, small chops and sausages made a quite substantial meal. Sami was a very contented young man by the time we had finished. He helped me clear away and then we sat and had another drink on the patio.
"Have you got somewhere to sleep tonight Sami?"
He shook his head and replied, "No, I'll just crash on the beach again."
I was surprised he didn't ask to sleep in the villa, but I guess he knew that I had turned the second bedroom into a study library so the only bed was mine.
I told him he could sleep here if he wanted to, I was sure we could conjure up a more comfortable place than the netting on a cat. He appeared delighted so as it was still early I asked him if he played cards, or backgammon. I didn't have a TV and didn't want one. When I was by myself I either listened to music or read.
"I learnt how to play poker but never have the money to get into a school."
I laughed, "I can play as well but we always used to play strip poker, much more fun and nobody lost any money. Of course a few lost their virginity as the card game deteriorated into an orgy, frequently."
He was obviously curious so I told him the story.
"A group of us, nearly always gay guys, or very liberal straights would play for clothes, but to make it more interesting than just dealing the cards and finding out the loser, we would play with Monopoly money so that we could bet as normal. When you lost 50 pounds you had to top up your stake and lose an article of clothing. If you bet too heavily on one hand you could easily lose two or three articles in one go. When you were naked you still retrieved money to play, but the guy you retrieved it from would claim a forfeit. They were held in a list until the game finished, then the winners would take their forfeits. Forfeits were almost invariably sex so we would get to watch guys sucking and fucking. Even the straight boys would submit to a cock in their arse if they lost. It was fun because we didn't play very often so it never got boring. To make it even more interesting when we had new boys we would sometimes give the loser the chance to reverse the forfeit. `If you have a bigger cock than me, I'll let you fuck me, otherwise I am going to fuck you', that sort of comment always made the forfeits more interesting. I used to like those if I was a loser because despite being a white boy I had enough to nearly always win that kind of bet."
Sami looked down at my groin, which made me laugh.
"Nothing showing Sami, tight briefs keep it well synched."
He looked a little embarrassed but nodded and replied, "Yes, me too, or baggy shorts if I'm wearing boxers."
So, I thought, it's true then that he has a large cock. That peaked my interest, but I wasn't going to suggest anything. We chatted for a little bit longer and then Sami, looking a little embarrassed asked if I would like to play cards. It didn't have to be strip poker. We could still use Monopoly money without the retrieval situation, so I said yes. I was lucky enough to deal us both good hands to start with but mine was the best. I was therefore quite surprised when he stood up and lost his T shirt.
"I didn't lose 100 so I only need to lose one article."
I gulped, "We don't need to play like I used to."
"I suppose not, but the game will go on longer if we do."
So, I shrugged and gave him back 50.
The game swung back and forth quite well with both of us being a little careful. Sami lost his shorts after I had lost my shirt and I could then see that he was packing. All he had on now was a pair of boxer briefs that didn't leave too much to the imagination. Seeing him like that was going to be embarrassing when I lost my shorts because I got a hard on. I realised he was very sexy. I did lose my shorts but managed to sit down quickly enough to avoid Sami seeing my hard on, until I lost again. I couldn't believe his luck when I had to play another two games before he was naked. I now owed him three forfeits, but I also had the opportunity to see his cock, and very attractive it was. Like the rest of him it was a light coffee colour and gorgeous. Long and thick, uncut, that was unusual I thought. Flaccid it was about six inches long with a nice ball sac hanging down behind it, not low hangers, but not tight either, I hoped that they would still have some play left in them when he was erect because I expected to be sucking on that pretty soon.
"How do we play this now, Kit?"
"Any way you like. You have three forfeits so effectively you can ask for anything you like of my body. You could, for instance, get a blowjob now, a fuck later, and you could get to spank me if you were into corporal punishment. To make it easy for you why don't we just say that for the next two hours you can have free use of my body for any purpose you like?"
He liked that, so we cleared away the cards and Monopoly before he started. The next two hours were just about the most interesting sexual romp I ever had.