West Meets East

WEST MEETS EAST

by Andy Macdonald

amcdld@hotmail.com

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There was an almighty crash. The yacht shuddered and everything was flung forward. I heard water rushing in and I disentangled myself from Ajisaka and scrambled off the bunk. I tried to get up on deck but there was a cascade of water pouring down the hatch which washed me back. I knew for sure that we were sinking and I was pretty certain that I would be trapped down below in the doomed yacht - they say that at the end you re-live your life in a flash . . . .

. . . . . the Japanese port of Osaka was bustling with activity. People crowding everywhere. Yachts covered with flags which fluttered and crackled in the warm, stiff breeze which blew in from the sea. Hundreds of people thronged the harbour eager to see the yachts but even more so to see the piece de resistance, a huge windjammer that was also berthed there, its masts towering over the port area, its rigging a web of wire and rope in a complication that must puzzle even its own sailors. There were three warships there too and so, mingling with the onlookers, were hundreds of young sailors in their white uniforms. Proud and cocky they strutted along the quayside intent on drawing the discreet glances of the many pretty girls no doubt drawn to the docks by the thought of just such diversions. They certainly drew a few discreet glances from me, the sailors that is, not the girls!

This was the start of a major ocean yacht race across the Pacific from Osaka all the way to Melbourne in Australia and although I had been given a berth with the fleet I wasn't taking part in the race. I'm not really into racing but prefer to make leisurely crossings of the oceans visiting strange, exotic and out of the way places. I like to come and go as and when the whim takes me and usually I sail single-handed because of the many difficult experiences I've had cooped up with other people, unable to get away from each other and subject to each other's maddening foibles. I've lost more than one boyfriend that way!

When MOBY DICK and I'd arrived at the port the authorities must've thought that we were part of the great race and had sent me to a berth right in amongst the festivities. MOBY DICK by way is not my lover but my 50ft ketch, a very comfortable, well appointed sailing yacht.

Apart from the Windjammer, the centre of activities seemed to be a large, white motor vessel, a cross between a great yacht and a some sort of research ship and she was wearing an ensign which I didn't recognise, I couldn't fathom out which country she came from but it certainly wasn't the Rising Sun of Japan. More like the Polish flag. People were arriving for a party on board and there was a file of young cadets lining the way to the gangway. They were extremely smart, dressed in tight-fitting white uniform and carrying swords which they drew from their scabbards and held aloft, forming an arch under which the guests walked to reach the gangway. Their caps gave the lads a jaunty air as they had large peaks which were angled over their eyes so that they had to hold their heads high and proud. Someone must've had a great time fitting out these young guys because the thin white material of their uniforms fitted their slender bodies as snugly as a glove. They all had high cheek bones and beautifully formed faces - a line of perfect, highly disciplined young men, the cutest of young sailors. Oriental though, certainly not Polish.

I stood and watched the ceremony, my eyes drawn to this guard of honour. As they stood with their arms raised, holding the swords aloft, their short monkey-jackets rode up and presented any onlooker who might be interested in such a sight with as neat a line of the cutest, muscled buttocks as anyone could wish for. I was one such and could hardly tear my eyes away from the fit young men presenting their considerable assets to the guests and the onlookers. As I stood admiring their trim young bodies and cute, eager faces I caught the eye of one lad, I winked and in return got a quick impish grin.

The last guests to arrive came in a very grand car which glided up and stopped at the end of the Guard of Honour so that the VIP guest and his smartly dressed wife could climb out of their limo and pass under the arch of swords and on up to the party. Suddenly 'my' cadet's sword slipped from his hands and clattered to the ground, narrowly missing the VIP wife who just managed to dodge the weapon with a little shriek.

Once they had passed under the arch the instructor then gave some orders and the honour guard sheathed their swords and fell out and the young sailors then disappeared behind a building which screened them from the ship. I strolled round after them in the hope of seeing the guys in a less formal situation. Which I certainly did for as soon as they were out of sight of authority the lads immediately crowded in around the unfortunate guy who'd dropped his sword and had nearly decapitated Mrs VIP. They crowded round and jostled him, taunting and jabbing at him. The lad cowered away and tried to shield his head with his arms and I could see that he was getting some pretty vicious punches. No one seemed to be in charge of the lads now and I was afraid the victim was about to be seriously hurt.

"HEY!" I bellowed, "HEY - Cut that out!"

The lads jerked round and looked at me in surprise, they stopped hitting their victim and all went back to the forward gangway and climbed aboard their ship. The sword-dropper limping slowly after them totally ignored by his mates.

Poor guy. He'd fucked up and the other guys were obviously giving him a hell of a time. Curiously enough he was the lad that I'd noticed, the one that had given me that quick grin and who was, without doubt, the cutest out of a very cute group of cadets.

That particular drama over I wandered around the quayside for a while, taking a look at the souvenir stalls, listening to the shanty-singers and enjoying the festival air that filled this part of the port. I stopped for a beer and then decided to head back to my own yacht. I still had a lot to do because I was soon to set out for a long ocean passage across to the Philippines and I'd planned to sail out and watch the start of the major race the next day and then continue on my own route.

Almost as soon as I got back to the boat the ships' chandler's truck rolled up with the stores that I'd ordered. The driver and his mate carried the boxes on board and stacked them on deck and I set-to to stow away a month's worth of victuals. It was a curious feeling working around the deck with the crowd of onlookers gawping down from the quayside, a bit like being an animal in a zoo. Lots of pointing and exclamations of interest and amazement. I felt that I ought to be putting on a show for them - perhaps I was. Several groups of cadets, from the training ship and from the big square-rigger paused in their stroll along the jetty, presumably enjoying the sight of someone else working for a change.

Once I'd got everything stowed away I decided to have a shower, change and go ashore for a good solid meal, I'd heard that the rather grand yacht club served good food, which turned out to be the case. After eating I strolled into the ancient city, visited three different bars and enjoyed the bustle and sense of fiesta which filled the place. I knew that there was a long day to come and so around midnight I wandered back to the yacht, went aboard and turned in.

At some stage in the night a noise woke me, as any single-handed sailor will tell you, any unusual noise in the boat will bring him to an instant state of alertness. I glanced at my watch, 4.15am. I listened intently but I couldn't identify anything unusual and whatever it was had stopped. I soon drifted back into deep sleep.

Today was the start of the major race and time for my own departure. I bustled around the yacht, brewed up some coffee made myself a quick, simple breakfast then I went right around below decks securing everything, checking all the ports were tight shut, checking the small engine room and generally preparing everything for sea. Then it was time to go. I prepared the docking lines and slipped them with some help from onlookers on the quay, then easing the engine into gear I slowly manoeuvred away from the dock and out into the harbour. Once clear I brought the fenders and lines back aft, opened the hatch to the lazarette and dropped the gear down into it.

The lazarette. Curious name that. It is what yachtsmen call the below deck stowage at the stern into which so much gear is stowed. Unless you're careful it becomes a dangerous tangle of ropes mixed up with outboard engines, buckets, spare sheets, boarding ladders - you name it, it's down there. The name comes from the area where they segregated the lepers - or so I'm told! Anyway, I chucked everything down there in a heap reckoning to sort it all out when I got to sea and was in clear, open water. Just now I was dodging about nine hundred craft ranging from ocean racers to bath tubs. The sea was crowded with every type of marine conveyance, out to watch the start of the race.

I stopped the yacht in an area close to the starting ship, but clear of the line that the racing yachts would take and had a great view of the huge, powerful boats as they powered across the line, jockeying for the best position as the gun fired, despite the fact that they had a whole ocean to cross and some thirty days of racing ahead of them.

After the start I followed their course but even though I could use my engine and they had to rely on sails only, they leapt away from me and I was soon plodding across the sea on my own. For which I was quite thankful. That's how I like the sea to be, empty, to enjoy its tranquillity or its anger whichever it decided to throw at me.

Now that there was no longer the need to dodge other craft I could settle down, set sail and set up the navigation. Because we were getting clear of the coast it was safe to let the autohelm steer the boat and I set the course and watched whilst 'George' settled down and steered the boat - with much better concentration than I ever showed. I climbed out of the cockpit and freed the tiers holding the mainsail to the boom, then taking my time I hauled the heavy sail aloft on its halyard winch. I set the sheet and then hauled the genoa aft, out of its tightly packed roll around the forestay. MOBY DICK shook herself and came alive, a proper sailing yacht at last, heeling over to the fresh breeze and reaching along at a good seven knots. I killed the engine and breathed a sigh of relief as the roar of the diesel died away and the boat changed from its rather jumpy motion under power to the steady roll and pitch of a sailing yacht.

Then I spent some time at the nav station plotting my course on the passage chart, setting up waypoints and getting the latest weather charts which I studied carefully. Happily the weather we looked like getting for the next few days seemed to be going to allow for a peaceful start to the voyage. Having attended to the navigational matters I realised I was hungry, having only had a light breakfast, so I went into the galley and prepared myself a goodly bowl of pasta which I rounded off with a cheesecake I'd bought the previous day. I rinsed the dishes and then spent a bit of time listening to the radio, catching up on the world news. By the time I'd finished pottering about down below and fixed our position on the chart I realised we'd been under way for eight hours already and had covered sixty odd miles and that it would soon be dark. Before night fell I went up on deck to finish the final tidying up of the boat, stowing away the gear I'd just stashed away temporarily on leaving harbour.

Then I got the shock of my life.

I opened the hatch above the lazarette and there, crouched among the jumble of gear was a bedraggled figure. A stowaway! Fuck!! Not at all what I needed. I gazed down at the wretched figure. I yelled down:

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING ON MY BOAT?"

I was really mad. Having got well clear of the port and settled down on passage I most certainly did not want to have to turn round and beat back into the wind all the way back to Osaka. Plus I reckoned there'd be huge amounts of hassle from the immigration authorities, customs and who knows who else.

"YOU MISERABLE BASTARD," I bellowed to which he replied by being seasick all over the ropes and gear in the lazarette.

"Dirty little bastard! Get up here on deck!!" And I motioned violently for him to come up on deck.

With difficulty he struggled up out of the lazarette and stood, swaying, in front of me. A shivering, shaking 5' 3" bundle of terrified humanity. And then he was sick again, all over my feet.

"You dirty, puking, filthy heap of S H I T!" I bellowed at him. "Get back down there, get that gear out on deck and scrub off all that vomit. NOW"

He just stood shaking with terror, totally cowed, his head sunk down, not daring to look at me. I was very angry and lunged towards him, he cowered away covering his head, certain that I was going to hit him but there was no way I could strike such a small defenceless scrap of woebegone humanity.

"Can you speak English?"

No reply.

"D o you s p e a k E n g l i s h ?" I repeated loudly and slowly.

He shrugged his shoulders despondently, still staring down at the deck.

Nice one, I thought. Some dockyard rat stowed away on my boat, unable to speak English. What the hell was I going to do? I sure as hell didn't want to deliver him back. And I was sure as hell he was going to clean up the mess of vomit - and worse - that he'd made in my lazerette. Fortunately there was a deck-scrubber and a bucket not too far down the jumble of gear and I reached for them from the deck. I mimed dragging out the gear and thrust the scrubber at him. He glanced up at me, his face terrified, green tinged and glistening with sweat. He staggered over to the rail and was violently sick again, this time into the sea. I had to grab him by the waistband of his filthy white slacks in order to stop him being thrown over the side. An automatic gesture, though for a split second I wondered why I'd bothered. When he'd stopped heaving, I spun him round again and roughly shoved the scrubber at him. I grabbed a coil of sick-covered rope and heaved it up on deck and, with him feebly holding the brush, worked his arms in a scrubbing motion. He got the message and for the next half hour, with me standing over him he dragged all the gear up on deck, including a sorry looking kitbag which must've been his own stuff, and cleaned up the mess.

Then I pushed him back down into the empty space and, grabbing the bucket, sent several loads of seawater down on top of him and all around the stowage area, feebly he washed down the space and then struggled up on deck again for another long, gut-wrenching vomit before clambering back down again to finish off the cleaning.

By now my initial rage at finding him and finding the state he'd got my boat into, was dieing down. I began to feel some pity for this miserable specimen of dockyard dross. Or was he dockyard dross? I took a close look at him, at the filthy clothes he was wearing and suddenly realised that he must be one of the cadets from the large training ship I'd seen in the port. I stared closely at the frightened young face, surely I'd seen him before - yea he was that lad in the Guard of Honour, the lad who'd dropped his sword, the one who I'd had to stop the other guys from giving him a beating.

He certainly didn't look the proud young cadet now, just a woebegone, sodden scrap of human misery. I stared at him as he stood cowering and trembling in front of me.

"OK Listen. I'm going to have to turn round and get you back to your ship. You're a bloody nuisance because that means I've got to return to Osaka."

The young wretch looked up and shook his head violently, tears streaming down his face:

"O s a k a ? Not Osaka. Plees, thank you, not Osaka."

"Huh?"

"Not Osaka" he mumbled and his trembling turned into uncontrolled spasms of shaking and tears continued to stream down his face. For almost the first time he dared to look up into my eyes, his own filled with pleading:

"Plees, thank you not Osaka. Plees . . . plees . . . thank you . . ."

I stood and looked at him, the bundle of misery in filthy, tattered remnants of what had once been a smart white uniform. Covered in dirt, streaked with vomit and soaking wet. Shit, what to do? The lad was obviously terrified at the prospect of being dumped back into the port, he must have run away from his ship - which incidentally I'd discovered was an Indonesian Cadet training ship.

"Yes, well, you may not want to go back but back you're going to have to go," I told him, pretty sure that he wouldn't understand a word I'd said.

I left him standing on the aft deck and stepped down into the cockpit where I winched in the genoa before going down below and starting the engine. I came back up, disconnected the self-steering gear and turned the boat round, back into the wind. I heard a scuffling sound and whipped round to see the wretched lad slide across the deck and without moving a hand to stop himself just slide under the guardrail into the sea.

SHIT. "Man Overboard!!" I shouted the two words out loud, automatically, even though there was no one else on board to hear them. I threw the boat out of gear, flung off the main sheet and wheeled the yacht round in a tight circle, managing to bring her up stopped, close to the young body flailing in the water. I wrenched the trigger off the small life-saving buoy mounted on the stern and it dropped into the water right beside the lad. For a second I thought he was going to be too dumb, too frightened or too stupid to do anything to save himself but fortunately self-preservation prevailed and he paddled his way over to the life-ring and hoisted himself into it. I rushed forward and dropped the mainsail, stopped the engine and sat down to think. But not for long. The guy had to be got back on board and sorted out. By the general state of him, even with the warm sea temperature there was a risk that he'd start to suffer from hypothermia or something.

The life-buoy was still connected to the yacht by a light line which I used to manoeuvre it and its bedraggled contents round to the stern where there was a folding boarding ladder. I pulled out its pin and the lower half dropped into the sea, I pointed and, to my relief, the lad managed to struggle out of the buoy and scramble his way up the ladder and back on board.

"YOU REALLY ARE ONE HELL OF A STUPID LITTLE SOD!!!" I bellowed at him.

By now he really was in a state. Totally soaked, gasping with cold and fright he just looked up at me in abject misery and fear. His dark, almond-shaped eyes now wide and huge and pleading for mercy.

Well whatever decisions I was going to make as to his future, humanity dictated that I needed to do something immediate. As the poor wretch stood trembling in front of me I pulled off his shoes and socks, undid the buttons of his uniform jacket and drew it off his shoulders, then unbuckled his belt and stripped down his white slacks. I peeled off his t-shirt and dragged down his briefs so that he stood naked and vulnerable in front of me. Then I picked up his small body in both arms, treating him like a small child I carried him down into the saloon and placed him on one of the bunk-seats. Then I went into the fo'c'sle, grabbed a sleeping bag which I unzipped and threw it over his shivering body. Back up on deck I seized the bucket that we'd used to clean up the lazarette and dumped it down on the deck beside him as he lay curled up in a tight little ball.

"If you're going to go on puking you can use this OK?" and I held the bucket up to his face, grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his head into it so's he'd get the message loud and clear. He nodded dismally.

I went and sat in the cockpit while I thought out what I was going to do. The cadet was from an Indonesian training ship. He was obviously so determined not to go back that he was prepared to jump into the sea, which he must have know was very likely to get himself drowned. He was definitely the same lad that I'd seen being bullied by the other cadets with the full knowledge and tacit agreement of the instructor. OK then, if that was the way he wanted it, and the last thing that I wanted was to have to struggle all the way back to port - then we'd sail on.

I went to the mast and sorted out the jumble of gear left after I'd dropped the mainsail in a hurry and hoisted it once again, then from the cockpit I unfurled the genoa, set up the course on the auto-pilot and trimmed the sheets. MOBY DICK set off once again with a steady gait while I tidied up around the deck. Once I was satisfied everything was under control I went down to the nav station and set up the radar and its anti-collision system which would give me a warning alarm if we were on a collision course with any other vessel. By now I was tired. I had established in myself a routine whilst still close to land such that I would take cat-naps whilst sitting in the navigator's seat and able to half open an eye to check the radar whilst from time to time sticking my head up through the hatch to sweep all round the horizon for any ships that might be a problem. This I did for most of the night. From time to time, too, I took a look at my wretched stowaway but he remained in deep sleep, no doubt recovering from his various recent violent excursions. Happily he seemed to have stopped being sick.

As dawn broke I had a check around the horizon and then went below for a shower. Washed, refreshed and in a set of clean clothes I realised I was very hungry so crossed over to my galley and started to cook myself a substantial breakfast. There was quite a bit of motion on the yacht but I was well used to that and soon had some bacon sizzling in the pan, then I fried two eggs and made some toast, delicious smells that excited my taste buds. Something made me glance up - two dark eyes peered mournfully across the saloon at me. I'd almost forgotten my stowaway curled up in his sleeping bag like a small frightened animal. I wondered when he'd last had any food, he must surely be seriously hungry by now.

"Do you want something to eat?" I enquired, forgetting that he didn't seem to understand any English.

But he must've understood my meaning because he sat up and nodded slowly. I grabbed another egg which I fried and slapped between two bits of bread and butter and passed it across to him. He took the sandwich with delicate hands and wolfed it down, almost in one great gulp.

Not wise. Seconds later he puked it back up into the bucket.

Hmmm, we had a problem here.

I got a glass of water and went across to his bunk, the lad cringed away from me in fear and suddenly I felt a great pang of sympathy for him.

"OK, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Here, you need a bit of help."

I handed him the glass and he sipped a little water. I stroked his forehead and waited while he slowly sipped more water. He was trembling again. I re-filled the glass and put it beside him in the holder by the bunk before returning to the galley to clear up. Then it was time for another check of the horizon so I went up on deck, I spent a bit of time adjusting the sheets and had to go forward to free a rope. To my horror while I was up there I saw a thin, naked brown figure slide out of the hatch, up on deck and over to the leeward rail. The stupid little sod's going to make a dive for it again, I thought and leapt back aft to grab him but before I got to him I could see that all he wanted was to have a piss, he crouched on the side deck to relieve himself and then slithered quickly back down below - where he puked into his bucket.

I was becoming very concerned. My anger at suddenly finding I had a stowaway was turning into worry about the state he was getting into, he couldn't have eaten anything since the time he'd come on board and hidden away in the lazarette however long ago that had been, then he'd suffered shock from being overboard and he'd been continuously seasick for nearly twenty-four hours. Whether he liked it or not and whether I did or not, I was very soon going to have to get some outside help for this lad. After considering the problem for a while I decided to wait until midday and if his condition hadn't improved I'd have to put in somewhere and land him - with all the complications with customs and immigration which that would involve.

I continued with the routine I always used when sailing close to the shore, cat-napping and horizon watching interspersed with various ship-keeping jobs and after a while I realised that the sounds of vomiting down below had stopped and whenever I looked over to where my stowaway was curled up on the bunk, his large dark eyes were following me, gazing at me as a young puppy would follow its master's movements. He was a bloody nuisance, a real Jonah, and he'd caused me grief but on the other hand a part of me continued to feel sorry for his obvious wretchedness. I smiled at him but that caused him to look away hurriedly. The glass beside his bunk was empty now so I re-filled it and replaced it, then went back into the galley and grabbed a handful of dry biscuits which I gave to him, he was reluctant to take them but I insisted. Tentatively he took one and nibbled at it. We were both relieved to find that it stayed down, he grabbed another and stuffed it into his mouth and in no time at all the biscuits had gone. I thought about getting him some more but decided to see if he kept that lot down.

The breeze held and MOBY DICK was sailing well. We were away from the shipping lanes and I was soon able to relax and not have to keep a semi constant lookout for other boats. I sat in the cockpit working out what I was going to do with my uninvited passenger, my Jonah - and what I'd cook for lunch. There was no doubt from his violent reaction that the last thing he wanted was to be returned to Osaka. My next intended stopover was Iliolo probably at least 25 days away. I guessed I'd better just see what panned out, if his state of health improved, if I could get to talk to him.

I went below into the galley and rousted out some stuff to make myself a curry. Curry and rice . . . rice . . . hmm, yes, these little tykes ate rice like there was no tomorrow, rice every day and three times a day if possible, I'd make a double, no, a triple portion of rice. I stood at the stove and worked away under the constant and almost unblinking scrutiny from the bundle on the bunk. When the rice was cooked I put a heap of it into a bowl, grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the drawer and went over to hand them to my Jonah. He peered into the bowl of steaming rice and looked up at me and his eyes were filled with a heart-wrenching look of gratitude. He held the bowl up to his face and those chop-sticks went into overdrive, with a lot of slurping the rice disappeared at an unbelievable rate. Poor little guy, he hadn't eaten anything other than a handful of biscuits since who knew when, he peered into the empty bowl then up at me again, I realised that he didn't dare to plead but I knew what he wanted. However I wasn't sure that the rice that he'd just vacuumed up at such a frantic speed was going to stay put and I thought that for both our sakes he'd better wait awhile before eating anything more.

I doled out my own curry and rice and ate it slowly. Each mouthful, each movement of my spoon was followed minutely by those almond-shaped eyes.

"What's your name?" I asked slowly.

There was no reply.

"W h a t is y o u r n a m e?" slower still. Still no reply.

OK then pidgin stuff.

I pointed to myself, "A n d y", I said, "A n d y". I pointed at him, "You?"

He was trembling again now that my attention was focused directly on him.

"Ajisaka" he whispered pointing at himself, "Ajisaka."

"D o y o u s p e a k E n g l i sh?"

"No eenglis, solly no eenglis" he answered.

"C o m e h e r e," I beckoned. He understood what I meant and hoisted himself out of the bunk and started to fiddle about with some of the gear out of his bag which I'd flung down on the deck beside him.

"Leave that," I commanded, "it's all soaking wet anyway. C o m e h e r e!"

He came and stood in front of me, naked, shivering and ashamed, with his hands clasped across his genitals.

"What a dreadful state you're in," I muttered at him and went into the fo'c'sle, rummaged around in a drawer and found a small pair of white nylon shorts - a souvenir from a previous "guest" who'd spent a few memorable days on board! As I held up the shiny shorts my mind wandered for a moment . . .

. . . I'd met this young guy in a bar full of young sailors which I'd found almost by mistake, just a hunch as I slowly trailed after a cute young guy who rolled along with a very slight mincing gait. He swayed up to this dark doorway and rang the bell, the door opened and as he walked in I followed close behind. The dimly lit room was full of young men with short haircuts, a few in sexy white uniforms and a few others in tank-tops and tight shorts. There was a lot of young muscle about, taut thighs, firm round butts, the room smelt raunchy, the hot, sweaty, sexy aroma of male stud. I decided to stay. As I ordered a drink this really cute young guy, one of the skimpily dressed ones, sidled up to me and looked hopeful so I bought him a drink too. He latched on like a limpet and after about four more drinks he was openly feeling me up, rubbing the palm of his hand across my fly and licking his lips, it was all too obvious that he wanted some and I wasn't too unhappy at the idea of getting into his pants. I'd had a good look at his cute round rump - very fuckable. Turned out his name was Bruce and he was playing 'Hunt the sailor', so I took him back to the boat.

I brought Bruce onto the yacht and he immediately started to act the male slut big time, we started kissing and making out and he was fumbling with my zipper in a hell of a hurry, just couldn't wait to see what I'd got for him. I soon had Bruce's shorts down without the slightest fuss and he wriggled his rump provocatively, so down came his red silk briefs. He turned around and sat on my lap, he legs spread wide apart and he continued to kiss me passionately, I was soon reaching round behind him and sliding my fingers up and down the deep, damp valley between those sexy buttocks, tapping a finger on his twitching ring then easing it into the clenching anus. In no time I was working two, and then three of my fingers up the young man's behind. After I'd done this for a while, I made Bruce lean forward, moving him off my lap and unsnapping my own jeans and then unzipping them. When I told him to sit back again, I knew he could feel something hot and hard touching his opening. He gave me a lascivious look, his eyes hooded, I told him to just relax and that it would be no different than when I'd used my fingers and I could tell that Bruce didn't need convincing of that. He was more than ready, eager for the penetration that he knew was soon going to happen very soon.

I took Bruce by the shoulders, holding him in place, all the while whispering dirty things into his ear. I positioned the tip of my penis so it touched Bruce's puckered hole and I just knew that he could hardly wait for me to make my next move. I tightened my grip on his shoulders and forced him downward at the same time thrusting upward with my hips. I knew that Bruce might feel a jolt of pain as my man-sized tool was thrust all the way inside him in one long, deep thrust, but he moaned out not in agony but in a surge of lustful pleasure. I was filled with desire to plunge in and out of this sluttly ass but was considerate enough to wait at that point, giving the young man's anus time to adjust to the intrusion, but soon I moved my hands down to Bruce's waist.

Then I began to lift the young man up and down, pulling him right up and then impaling him deeply again on my invading erection. I didn't need to tell Bruce to help out and do some of the work himself, I didn't need to encourage the eager young slut to work his sweating body up and down on my penis, he did as his frantic brain was telling him and he felt that beautiful thing sliding in and out of him, invading his rectum and rubbing the itch that so filled him with joy. After a few minutes of this action, I could feel my sperm boiling up for release and then I jammed my cock all the way into Bruce's ass. This obviously pleasured Bruce even more as my dick drove further inside him probably further than he'd ever been penetrated before. And then the dam broke. I jammed the eager young ass onto my throbbing pole and I felt the surges of my semen shoot deep into his eager body. As I sat panting and moaning with the aftershock of my tremendous orgasm, Bruce's small but rigid dick spurted out its own load of hot white sperm, all over his lap and it dribbled down between his thighs onto my crotch. I grabbed the first thing I could find, his pair of shiny nylon shorts and wiped up the smelly, spermy mess. Of course he couldn't go ashore in that spunk-stained garment so I had to find him a clean pair of mine . . .

"Here, put these on." I handed Ajisaka the shiny nylon shorts which he stepped into. They were small and clung tightly to his body but they'd do for the moment. At least they gave him some decency.

"How do you feel?" I asked but immediately realised that he wouldn't understand.

I thought he'd be better up on deck for a while, get some fresh air into his lungs so I reached out to grab his hand but he flinched away, he was obviously still terrified of me. I put my hands on his shoulders and gently propelled him over to the ladder and motioned upwards, he climbed up ahead of me and my eyes were filled with a close-up of his cheeky little nylon-clad ass. For the first time since I'd found him I began to feel a returning surge of the sexual interest I'd felt back in Osaka.

He really was quite beautiful, a young oriental guy, in the prime of his sexual life. He had a pretty young face with the soft, flawless skin that any girl would be overjoyed to have. His eyes were perfection, slanting and almond-shaped, topped by thick black eyebrows and black eyelashes and his high cheekbones somehow gave him an air of cheekiness and innocence. He had beautifully shaped hands with long fingers which moved delicately almost as a young girl's would. A slender neck, well formed shoulders, a long narrow back and the most perfect bottom I'd seen for the longest time - plump, muscled and ultimately fuckable, an ass that was just made to be investigated, gently prepared and then fucked stupid. I just knew he would have the most perfect little anus, tight and round and able to grip a penetrating penis like a vacuum cleaner.

My Jonah clambered up on deck and over to the side for another piss, he then came back into the cockpit and sat there. We looked at each other.

"Osaka?" I said, pointing back over the stern.

Jonah reacted violently, "

"Not Osaka. Not Osaka. Plees, thank you, not Osaka."

Same story as before. What then? Did he want to stay on board?

"Other port?" This time I pointed over the side of the yacht.

No reaction.

"Not Osaka?" I asked him.

"Not, not, not Osaka. Not Osaka. Plees, thank you, not Osaka."

"You stay here?" I pointed down at the boat. Again there was no reaction, just a worried, puzzled look. I tried several ways to get across my question but by now he'd withdrawn again into a sort of trance of misery and fright so I decided that it was best to leave it for the time being.

I pointed at myself again "A n d y" I said slowly as a sort of signing off gesture.

"Ajisaka" he replied and he suddenly stood up, bowed down low in front of me so that the upper half of his body was horizontal, he repeated the bow twice more and with a pleading look formally extended his small hand towards mine.

I grasped his hand and shook it. He looked up at me with a solemn expression, "Andy" he whispered.

"Ajisaka" I answered - we were now formally introduced.

I left Ajisaka sitting in the cockpit while I did a slow patrol of the deck, checking the running rigging, making sure nothing was chaffing, rubbing against something else and destroying both in the continuous dipping and rolling of the hull. As he had done down below, Ajisaka's eyes followed my every movement.

My tour of inspection over I climbed down below and Ajisaka stood and was about to follow me. I gestured to him to stay up on deck, I reckoned he needed more lungfuls of good, fresh sea air. Also I wanted to see what he would do, left on his own on deck, if he was going to make another dive into the sea, then best to find out sooner rather than later. Happily all was well for he just sat up there, peering down into the saloon, trying to follow my movements. Which he couldn't because I went into the head with a book. When I came out I glanced up, all was well, his small figure was still sitting in the cockpit and, glancing at his cute little face, I could see that his natural colour had returned. The glistening, sweaty pallor had gone.

I went into the galley and boiled up a pan of water. I'd not allowed the lad much rice and knew that he still had to be very hungry so I cooked up a double portion of rice, whacked it into a large bowl and added the left-overs from the curry I'd made for myself. I handed up the bowl to Ajisaka who I could tell was trying not to gobble the food but I'd been right, he was still very hungry and everything disappeared.

"Sank you A n d y", he whispered as he made another deep bow and handed down the empty bowl a few moments later.

How old was this lad? At times he looked to be about fourteen at others quite a lot older, I have always found it difficult to judge the age of Orientals but if he was a cadet in a marine college he was probably in his late teens.

"H o w o l d a r e you?" I asked.

Puzzled look and no reply.

I pointed at my chest and opened and closed my hands twice in front of his face and then held up eight fingers. Puzzled look. I made the gesture again, two lots of ten fingers and then five plus three then I pointed at Ajisaka. He nodded then opened and closed his hands twice.

"Twenty?" I said and repeated the gesture, two lots of ten figures. Ajisaka nodded and repeated the double display. So, he was twenty years old, twenty and cute as a button.

I decided that my now rapidly recovering stowaway might as well do a bit of work, if he'd been in a marine training ship he must at least know how to keep a look out. I stood in front of him and turned slowly around, my hand held above my eyes, very obviously looking around the horizon, then I pointed at Ajisaka. I took his hand and he flinched but did not resist, I held it above his eyes and swung his head slowly from side to side and pointed at him again. He nodded vigorously, stood up and gazed all round the horizon just as I had done, then he pointed at himself. He looked at me eagerly. I nodded - and patted him on the bum. For encouragement. Then I went down below and decided to have a look at his gear, I opened up the mouth of his small kit bag and shook out its contents over the saloon deck. A sodden jumble of clothing fell out plus a packet wrapped up tightly in a plastic bag, I didn't want to pry into his private affairs so I went up into the cockpit and handed the thing to him.

"Open it," I said pointing at the package.

He undid the plastic and brought out a wallet and his passport. I held out my hand and he offered them to me. I opened his passport, which fortunately had been kept dry by the plastic and I riffled through it and found that, sure enough, he was Ajisaka and the details were accompanied by a convict-like passport photo. I handed it back and then went back down below to check his clothing again. It was all soaking wet so I rummaged through my own gear and found an old t-shirt and a fleecy which I handed up to him.

Ajisaka made no attempt to follow me down below but stood in the cockpit obviously alert and looking out across the sea. Good, I thought, he understands that he's got to keep a lookout, then I went into my cabin abaft the saloon, stripped off down to my underwear and rolled thankfully into my bunk for the first proper sleep I'd had since we'd left Osaka the day before. I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, somehow I knew that he would keep a proper lookout, I had confidence in Ajisaka.

I had a vivid and very sexy dream in which Ajisaka floated in and out, I started to strip him out of his skin-tight cadet uniform but each time things looked like they might get interesting he slipped out of the dream. Then I felt light fingers caressing my face, fluttering delicately over my ears . . . I was awake. Ajisaka was indeed lightly stroking my face, standing beside my bunk. When he saw that I was awake he made another of his horizontal bows:

"T e a f o r A n d y" he whispered softly and handed me a mug. Good lad I thought, he must've watched me in the galley and had brewed up a cup of tea. It was weak and without milk and sugar but never mind, he wasn't to know how I liked it - yet - and anyway it was a nice gesture.

I realised that it was dark and I looked at my watch. Midnight! I must've slept for seven hours. Poor kid, if he'd stayed up on deck keeping a lookout for all that time he must be exhausted, especially after all that had happened to him since we'd sailed. I jumped out of the bunk.

"OK Ajisaka, you've done a great job." I told him. He couldn't have understood me fully but I reckoned he got the gist because he grinned proudly with yet another bow. All this bowing made me feel like some sort of god.

"Now it's time for you to get some sleep," I said and gently turned him around and pushed him over to where his sleeping bag lay on the saloon seat. I felt inside it, it was cold so he obviously hadn't been hiding away down below.

"In you get," I said, opening it up and giving him a gentle nudge. He wriggled out of the shorts and into the sleeping bag and, just as I had done, he fell into an instant deep sleep. I stood there for a short while looking at the cute, innocent face with its almond shaped eyes and high cheek bones. And wondered.

The water in the kettle was still hot so I made another cup of tea - with milk and sugar and took over the watch. I'd had a really good sleep and now I enjoyed sailing through the night, the stars were unbelievably bright, there was phosphorescence in the sea and MOBY DICK was revelling in the perfect sailing conditions - and now I was sailing with someone who just might prove to be a very exciting companion, merely looking at his small, cute and perfectly formed body gave me the hots. Seeing him in the soft, tight nylon shorts that I'd lent him - Yessss! What potential, but I had to go slowly, the lad was scared enough as it was. I wasn't about to rape him and anyway I reckon sex is no fun if it's just one way. I fantasized gently throughout the night while down below the object of my fantasies slept the sleep of the innocent. Several times during the night I went below and looked down at his sleeping figure. His pretty young face was totally relaxed, his breathing deep and regular, the deep sleep he was enjoying was obviously repairing some of the trauma that he'd been through recently.

But was he straight or was it just possible, as I fervently hoped, was he gay? Was he a virgin or perhaps he was a randy young cock with a string of female conquests? I didn't think that was so, he had an air of young innocence about him that was naive and refreshing but that innocence was a problem because I do have a conscience. Even though I lusted after this cute young intruder's body, even though I longed to drag his tight, shiny shorts down and expose his private parts he had to want to enjoy my attentions, had to get the same sexual thrills that I knew would course through my own body as I kissed and smelt and licked my way into mutual man-sex.

He had to be one of the prettiest little guys I'd ever seen. I'm always totally turned on by young oriental guys and this cute example had the most beautiful, sad almond-shaped eyes with a sort of magnetic attraction which seemed to draw you back when you tried to look away. I couldn't stop staring into those almost hypnotic eyes. When he smiled it was a smile that was as if a light had been turned on, his whole face lit up, his perfect white teeth accentuated his cute male beauty. I looked at Ajisaka now, he had thrown open the sleeping bag. From on deck I was out of range of those magnetic eyes, so I could finally check out the rest of him at my leisure. It just got better and better. This young man had a petite body but was strongly muscled. He was wearing my tight, clean white t-shirt that hugged every inch of his chest, strong shoulders and biceps. The thin white cotton didn't leave anything to the imagination as it stretched over him, rising sharply over two hard nipples, and dipping gently in the middle. This t-shirt had been washed and dried a whole lot of times and it rode up short at his stomach. As he sat there a thin stripe of lightly tanned belly showed between t-shirt and his shorts. His stomach was so taut that the skin there didn't even fold as he sat and I could see his perfect little navel, which was perched on top of a very slight black arrow of wispy hair that straggled into the shorts that were so short on him that the tips of the front pockets poked down an inch below the leg openings and sat plastered against his hard-muscled, hairless legs.

I was in a major dilemma. Lust battled against conscience.

Dawn broke and at about six o'clock I went below to cook breakfast. I knew what I was going to have but just didn't know about Ajisaka, nor did I know how I was going to be able to find out, it was obvious that the lad was virtually unable to speak English, things would have to be done by mime.

First of all I checked over the engine, oil level, cooling water and stuff, then fired it up to put a charge into the batteries after their night's use and to give us a supply of hot water. The engine racket woke Ajisaka and when I glanced over at his bunk there were two beady eyes peering at me out of his solemn, anxious face. I could tell that he was still very frightened of me and, I thought, scared at the possibility that I might decide after all to put him ashore.

I smiled and he immediately responded with a tentative grin. I winked at him and the grin broadened.

"Good morning, Ajisaka."

"Good - good - goodmorning Mister Andy" he mumbled.

He smiled nervously at me and climbed up on deck where he took a long piss over the side.

"You want to eat?" I asked him making knife and fork movements.

He nodded enthusiastically but then hesitated, I watched while he went into a mime. For a moment I didn't get it but then suddenly realised that he was miming a shower - washing himself. OK, the little guy wanted to take a shower so I led him into the head, explained the operation of the pump and levers and opened a locker to get him a towel, showed him the soap and the shampoo and then left him to it. I tried to mime sparing use of water but that left him looking worried and perplexed. Oh what the hell, I'd rather have him clean around the boat and I had a very efficient reverse osmosis water purifying plant that made enough for a full crew of six and we were only two. He was in the head for an age and I could hear water splashing around like crazy, eventually he emerged looking much happier, all glowing and tousle-haired. I pointed to him:

"Now you want food?" I asked him, "what do you want to eat?" .

No reply.

I held up an egg, "you want egg?"

Ajisaka looked doubtful.

I shook the rice packet. "Rice?"

He nodded vigorously.

OK then, rice it would be - until we ran out of rice. But what to put with the rice, I was quite sure that even an oriental couldn't exist on just rice, they must eat something with it. I thought about various dishes I'd come across. Hey, how about Nasi Gouring? Right, I'd give him rice for breakfast and make a pot of rice with chicken and some fresh vegetables later on. The breakfast rice was a great success and got itself vacuumed up in quick time while I sat down at the table and enjoyed scrambled eggs and bacon. I handed Ajisaka a mug of plain, weak tea which as he leant back to drain it I noticed that the movement pulled his shirt up an extra six inches on his stomach and forced his biceps and chest to flex, then he stood up and pulled the shorts down by the legs where they must have been binding and clinging to his manhood.

Then, even before I'd finished, Ajisaka slid into the galley and started on the dishes. I watched and he made a really good job of cleaning up the whole area which I'm afraid I'd left in a great mess after cooking the last three meals. In no time it was as clean as I could have wished for, what was more I'd looked into the head wondering what sort of a state he might have left it in - again clean as a whistle - cleaner than it'd been for quite a while.

I spent that morning up on deck, there were a number of small maintenance jobs to be done, a couple of ropes had lost their whippings and the ends would soon fray badly so I grabbed my bosun's bag and got out palm and needle and some sail-makers thread. As usual Ajisaka wasn't taking his eyes off me, following me around like a puppy and watching all my moves. He'd obviously been taught some rope work because he suddenly held out his small hands and said:

"I do. Ajisaka do."

He took the palm and needle from me and, as I watched, expertly whipped the end of the rope and he then set off on a tour of inspection and found another two whippings that he reckoned needed renewing. Meanwhile I went forward to the sail locker and dragged out the heavy staysail because I knew that several of its hanks needed re-seizing and true to form Ajisaka was watching and again had worked out what I was doing, again he gently pushed me away from the sail and took over the job. Hey. This was one seriously useful crew member. And just as he watched me constantly, so I looked at him at his cute eager face, his perfect, small young body bared to the waist and wearing those soft, shiny, white shorts which tantalisingly hinted at, but hid, his most interesting assets. Food for fantasies.

Throughout that day I did some serious thinking. Surely I couldn't just kidnap this lad. He must have parents, relations, his training ship would raise the roof when they realised he'd gone missing. And I had grown to like the lad. He was gentle and polite and although we couldn't communicate, some sort of a bond was growing between us and I sensed that he liked me, even though I could tell he was still very frightened of me. Much as I wanted to keep him on board as a very handsome young companion and, hopefully, much more, I knew that he had to be got ashore. So I got out the large scale chart of the coast and picked what looked like a small fishing harbour tucked away in a deep inlet. The chart showed that there was an anchorage off the very small harbour so I laid of a course and set the autohelm.

At midday I cooked up the Nasi Gouring that I'd thought of at breakfast and I had definitely guessed right. When I gave him a steaming bowl heaped with the mixture and a pair of chopsticks that I happened to have stowed away, he grinned with delight.

"Ahhhhh" he breathed and set to with a will, slurping huge quantities of food from bowl to mouth at lightning speed. I watched with interest, enjoying the obvious satisfaction he was showing.

When the bowl was empty I took it from him and re-filled it, just as full and just as rapidly the contents disappeared. As he scooped up the last morsels he looked up at me, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Sankyou, Sankyou" he said. He said a lot more in own language but I couldn't understand anything other than the fact that he was very grateful.

Throughout the afternoon we slowly closed the Taiwan coast and I noticed that the nearer we got the more worried Ajisaka became. When we were only a few miles off he sidled up close to me:

"Where we go?" he whispered nervously.

I pretended not to understand and stood on towards the land seeking out the inlet. Thanks to the satellite navigation system it was easy to find although the entrance was tucked away behind a small island. I handed the sails, Ajisaka proved useful once again turning up just where and when he was wanted, and motored slowly in. Sure enough there was the tiny fishing harbour and a good, safe anchorage just outside. I let go in 7 metres veering plenty of chain then went aft and dragged the inflatable dinghy out of its locker and started to assemble it, wondering where my efficient young helper had got to.

Ajisaka had disappeared.

I looked round the deck. Not on deck. I went below and glanced around but couldn't see him. I searched from forard to aft. Let's face it, it's difficult for someone to disappear in a 50ft yacht. I found him eventually cowering in the locker space under the fo'c'sle bunks. When I lifted the bunk board and saw his hunched, trembling body I roared:

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? Come out of it you stupid little tyke."

He cowered away from me, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"Come on OUT," I ordered.

Not a move, just a dreadful chattering of teeth. I had seldom seen such fear. I realised that there was no way I was going to get him out of there without wrecking the boat's fixtures and, what was more, shouting at him wasn't going to do a lot of good either. I crouched down beside the bunk:

"Come on out," I repeated softly, "why are you hiding away in there?"

No answer, just two huge, frightened eyes staring beseechingly at me.

"You have to come out, let's face it, you can't just stay here. You have to go ashore."

I wasn't doing a lot of good, the lad couldn't understand me in the normal course of events, he certainly wasn't in any fit state to start listening to reason in a language he didn't understand. I backed out of the fo'c'sle into the saloon. I really didn't know what to do about Ajisaka.

I sat in the cockpit for over an hour, waiting to see if anyone would come out from the little harbour but no one did. Three or four small fishing boats passed close by and waved across in a friendly fashion but didn't seem at all bothered by our presence. I didn't really want to go ashore here, I'd plenty of everything on board as I'd prepared for an ocean passage. I hoped that Ajisaka would see some sense and emerge from his self-enforced prison, but not a move came from forard.

As evening drew on I made myself some supper, peering from time to time into the lair and wondering if the smell of food would lure him out. Not a move. Stalemate. I thought some more and decided that what I'd do is grab a good night's sleep and review the situation in the morning.

I had a good shower, stripped off and slid gratefully into my bunk. With the boat safely anchored I slept soundly but again with very arousing dreams.

I dreamt that Ajisaka was indeed gay, he was surrounded by a group of his fellow cadets and they were huddled up close together but they weren't punching Ajisaka, they were all jerking off frantically, a tight circle of young guys fisting their cocks, sliding their fists up and down, leaning round and pleasuring each others cocks until in a gasping burst of energy, their hot semen pumped out splattering their cute, white uniforms in sticky jizz. The dream faded out and then sort of started again, this time I was in the boat, in my bunk and Ajisaka was very slowly easing himself into my bed, his soft, warm skin sliding against my naked body, I sensed his body smell, I felt his excitement, his body trembling once again but with sexual excitement this time, not with terror. My body jerked with excitement as I felt his delicate fingers lightly gliding over my chest, then a hot moist tongue very gently licking across the very tip of my right nipple. Back and forth, light as a feather, quick little flips of his hot, wet tongue which then trailed so lightly across my chest that I wondered if it was just imagination - until the lick-flicks started on the other nipple. I dreamt that my cock was steely-hard, like it always gets when a guy plays with my nipples.

I hoped - longed - yearned to feel the sensations lower down my body. Yessss. I dreamt that I could feel hot breath slowly working its way down from the centre of my chest, down across my stomach, lower and lower and . . . . this was soooo s e x y, the dream-tongue slid around my belly button, it was working its insidious way down to the turmoil of my twitching hard-on. My cock just knew that it was about to get the most delicious attention, my whole body was a sexual volcano. The tongue licked and kissed its way deep into my pubes, I felt my phantom lover snuffling down into my crotch, so nearly at my cock. Soon, very soon, please, please - my body floated with anticipation and the delicious attentions it was receiving.

Ahhhhh. Yesssss. He's scored a bulls eye. The ultra-sensitive head of my cock was being teased by the hot, flicking tongue, it licked tentatively, lightly, softly over my flaring helmet. My cock jerked fiercely. The tongue teased its way round the rim of my cock-head. My roaring hard-on was being tormented in the most delicious manner it had ever experienced. I sensed I was oozing sticky pre-cum and the eager tongue was lapping up my emissions.

I jerked awake! Oh . . oh . . . oh . . . yessss. This was real. He really was in my bed, his face buried in my crotch, licking and teasing my cock. Oh fuck yes, his lips slid right around the bell end of my knob, my manhood was engulfed in a hot, wet, soft, gobbling mouth which slid slowly downwards, over my cock-head and on down my steel-stiff shaft. My tool had penetrated his eager mouth. He slid his lips slowly up then back down again, suctioning my cock, slipping, sliding, a hot, wet, gripping orifice that sent waves of pleasure surging up and down my body. He swirled his tongue around my cockhead whilst at the same time suctioning the steely stalk. Deep basic instinct seized hold of me, my buttocks clenched and drove my penis deep into the velvety deliciousness, I thrust furiously, the lips gripped, I humped faster, my ass cheeks clenched together and . . . . I lost it. The dam burst even though I longed for the exquisite torture to last, it couldn't, I gave a long groan of sexual release as jet after jet of my hot semen spurted out of my engorged cock and into the still gripping mouth of my tormenter. With a final wild thrust I drove my manhood into his face and then collapsed and relaxed, totally spent, panting and sweating like an animal.

I heard Ajisaka sigh with satisfaction. I thought he would gag, spit out my emissions, but no, he slithered up my body, licking his lips and ended up clasped to me, his arms and legs glued to me.

"I want . . I want thank you, I sorry I make you so much trouble" he whispered slowly, "I want stay. I want be with you."

I rolled over and we settled together into a comfortable position, our bodies clasped together and just before I fell back into a deep, satisfied sleep I felt and heard Ajisaka give a deep, heartfelt sigh and I believed that he felt safe and secure at last.

I slept late and woke slowly and as I regained consciousness I became aware of the furious hard-on between my legs and I remembered the delicious sensations it had experienced in the night. I remembered the comfort of having a warm, breathing body snuggled up against me. I felt around - but he'd gone. But then a new sensation, the smell of brewing coffee. Ajisaka slid shyly into the aft cabin carrying a mug of the steaming brew. He handed it to me and I sipped appreciatively. He'd got it absolutely right this time, just how I liked it. He padded away and I watched his cute, round butt as he passed into the saloon.

I lay there remembering and pondering. It had been about the best blow job I'd ever experienced but . . . but . . . was it an obligation? Was it a form of bribe in order to ensure that he stayed on board and wasn't dumped on the shore? Did he really enjoy gay sex or had he noticed me lusting after his cute little body and decided to use it in order to stay. Much as I longed for the next round I liked the lad too much to just use him, I had to find out whether he really wanted my body as much as I lusted after his. I got up and went into the head for the three essentials - shit, shave and shower. Then I dressed and prepared breakfast for the two of us.

Once again Ajisaka dived into the galley as soon as he'd finished eating and worked a miracle of cleanliness. Once he'd finished he joined me on deck.

"Here Ajisaka, help me with this, will you?" I said and went over to the inflatable dinghy and made an obvious movement to launch it over the side. Ajisaka's face went grey and he started to tremble again.

"What's your problem?" I asked him.

I could see he wanted to bolt again, to run away and hide but of course there was nowhere he could hide so he just stood there trembling and miserable.

I dropped the side of the dinghy back down on the deck, looked him straight in the eye and said:

"This is ridiculous, you can't just disappear to sea. What about your family what about . . . ." I stopped, Ajisaka was just staring at me sadly, not understanding a word I was saying.

I went down to my cabin and rummaged around until I found a photo album. He'd followed me down and I opened it up and found a photo of my mum and dad together with my brother and I, a happy family group, I showed it to Ajisaka:

"Father, mother, brother, me" I said pointing at each of us as I said it.

Then I pointed at him, "Father, mother? You."

He looked at me for a moment and went across to the chart table, picked up a pencil and looked around, I realised for something to write on. I got him a sheet of scrap paper and he drew a car, then another car, two cars smashed together.

"No Father mother," he said and pointed the sketch of a car smash.

I held up five fingers, then the fingers of both hands and Ajisaka signalled back with four fingers. So his parents had been killed when he was just four years old. Then he drew just one, small figure. So I reckoned he must be alone in the world and had obviously had a rough time of it in the cadet ship.

"So you really want to stay, huh?"

He guessed what I meant and nodded vigorously.

"OK then, you stay. Here come with me."

I went down below to the chart table and indicated to him to join me there. He stood close beside me and I felt the heat of his body and smelt his fear. I got out a very small scale passage chart and spread it onto the table.

"Look here, do you recognise this?"

I put the point of a pencil on Osaka and slowly traced it along the track we'd taken to get to the anchorage. Ajisaka nodded, I could see he followed my explanation. I then took the parallel rule and drew a track right across the chart to the Philippines ending up at Iloilo. I looked up at him, he smiled and nodded.

"We go Iloilo" he whispered, "You, me we go Iloilo."

"If that's what you want then I'm very happy." I said.

"Happy, yes, happy," he nodded "Me be happy go Iloilo."

Well that seemed to be pretty certain but to rub the point home I ran the track again and, having done a rough calculation in my mind I signed two handfuls of fingers and plodded along the line with the pencil twenty times.

Ajisaka nodded and smiled confidently. He repeated my twenty day sign and nodded. I signed him up on deck again, stood by the dinghy and made to lift it. I made the twenty day hand sign again. Ajisaka put his hand on the dinghy and shook his head violently then turned and made the hand sign and nodded. I was sure now that he understood the commitment and wanted to stay. But if we were going to be sailing together, cooped up in the small space of a yacht at sea, despite my own strong sexual desires I needed to put his sexual orientation to the test. Did he really want gay sex with me as I most surely wanted with him or was it just some sort of payment and a guarantee that he could stay? Somehow I'd have to find out but, in the meanwhile, we'd soon get under way again.

I thought about the soggy heap of Ajisaka's gear which I'd just scooped up and tipped into the wet locker where I kept foul-weather gear. I took his hand and lead him there and together we dragged it out and up on deck. I got a bucket and filled it with fresh water from the galley. Ajisaka immediately got the idea and started rinsing everything, we then hung it all along the boom where it quickly dried in the hot sunshine.

It was time to get under way again. Still no one from onshore had shown the slightest interest in us and so with Ajisaka's help I hoisted the mainsail. I led him forward and explained the anchor winch mechanism to him. One thing was for sure, he was a bright young man and very quick to learn; I suspected that most of what we were doing was what he'd been learning on the cadet training ship, albeit here it was in miniature.

I left him on the foredeck and went back to start the engine and take the wheel. Once it had warmed up I eased the gear into slow ahead and wound my hand around in the air. Ajisaka interpreted the signal and started to haul away. He peered over the bow as he hauled and I reckoned that he'd have the anchor safely in its housing without any help from me. As the bows swung away from the wind I hauled in the mainsheet and brought the wind onto MOBY DICK's beam. I locked the wheel and went forward to check on the anchor and, sure enough, it was safely secured in its housing. I took the locking pin and showed Ajisaka how to ease it into position. We both then went aft and I unfurled the genoa. Once again the yacht shook herself, heeled the breeze and came alive, I looked at Ajisaka, as usual he was gazing at me and he had a huge smile right across his face. As our eyes met he gave a wriggle of joy. This was one very happy, relieved young man.

"OK young man, what we need now is a watch system," I told him and he understood not one word.

I gestured him down to the chart table again and got a blank sheet of paper. While he watched I set up a table of times and days. In the various squares I wrote 'Andy' and 'Ajisaka'. We'd each keep watch for six hours from 8.00am to 2.00pm and 2.00pm to 8.00pm and then through the night we'd do three hours watches. I didn't try to explain how I'd vary it from time to time or how we'd fit in mealtimes, I'd just let that happen. Ajisaka continued to beam happily.

We cleared the land and settled down for the long haul across the Pacific Ocean and as soon as we were clear of the land I managed to explain to Ajisaka that the watch keeping could de quite relaxed and we could use the warning devices on the radar and the automatic helm and still be safe. I sorted out some more clothes for him which I chose with some care. I enjoyed watching his gorgeous young body, sturdy limbs, clear-eyed smiling face and I desperately wanted to have sex with him again. To explore his intimate places, to pleasure him as he had pleasured me - but I wanted to be sure. I liked him too much to corrupt him.

He was certainly going through the motions, driving me to a state of high sexual frustration. He would find some job where he bent right over, facing away from me and then wriggle his ass like a randy bitch. He'd stand where he knew I could see him and grope his private parts into a more comfortable position in his shorts. He'd slide past me, down below, so that his hot little body brushed slowly past me his hand accidentally happening to slide across my front where he couldn't fail to feel the hot column of flesh that his provocative behaviour was causing.

On the second day out we'd finished lunch and cleared everything away and I went aft into my cabin and crawled into bed. Ajisaka was popping up on deck from time to time, checking the sail trim, course, horizon. I felt relaxed and confident and was soon half asleep. I heard his bare feet patter down the ladder and across the deck, I sensed him slide into my cabin and then felt his hand creep in under my bedding. He felt around between my legs and wriggled his fingers gently between my thighs. My cock responded urgently to this invasion and its almost instant arousal attracted his groping fingers like a magnet. With super-human will I 'woke up'.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said.

Ajisaka's hand shot out of my bed. I could see his face and he looked shocked and very disappointed.

I rolled over and 'went back to sleep' and heard Ajisaka patter back up on deck.

We sailed on with me nearly dying of frustration for I was still not sure whether Ajisaka genuinely wanted the same thing as I so desperately longed for. That is until next day I saw what he was up to through the skylight above the aft cabin while he was on his watch below.

He was standing up, naked, by the bunk, his perfect lightly tanned body a study in male beauty. I was far enough away from him to get a full view of him, first he took off his trainers and then his shorts and stood for a moment just in his skimpy briefs before sliding them down too revealing a sexy tan line. He stood opposite the full length mirror mounted on my bulkhead checking himself out. He was facing away from me, his small but relatively broad shoulders tapered down to narrow hips and a beautiful tight, melon-shaped ass, curved in on both sides. He had strong, muscular thighs that were smooth and hard, and had only the faintest dusting of black hair that gradually got courser as it worked its way down the back of his legs, and in addition to this incredible rear view, the mirror was giving me an even more amazing front view. My eyes climbed up his body, passing over the front of his thighs and locked on to his private parts, the thick luscious bush of pubic hair that I knew would have trapped his special man-fragrances from which cute his little penis, arched forward slightly with a long swollen vein standing out clearly along the length of the stubby little shaft and then the plump little sack that I knew held two virile testicles filled with sticky, pungent man-cream. Like the rest of Ajisaka's body his sexual equipment was small but perfectly formed, the skin was much darker than the rest of him. I could see that he was uncut and that his foreskin was long and his knob-end peeped shyly out of the end of the pointy wrinkled skin.

I couldn't believe my eyes. The guy was now half hard, excited by something. Was it his own reflection? Ajisaka reached down and cupped a strong hand over his hardening dick and massaged lightly. I couldn't believe the show I was getting. But then he stepped back and his three-quarter erect dick swayed as he walked and he reached down to stop the slow back and forth motion which must have been getting him hornier and hornier. Then he sat back onto my bunk and started to engage in a private and primitive occupation - one hand was wrapped round his tumescent dick which he began to fist steadily. Nothing so surprising in that, I regularly had to beat off at least twice a day and I reckoned a guy of his age, with the hormones that would be raging round his young body, needed frequent and regular relief. What was different was that with his other hand he had grabbed a pair of my dirty underwear which he held up to his nose, rubbing the soft material all over his face and wanking his cock furiously. His little fist was a blur as it gripped and slid up and down his rigid cock. His hips were thrusting, he jerked off as he sniffed and licked my briefs until his whole body suddenly convulsed, he went rigid and a jolt of pearly white liquid spat out of his cock and arched right up to land on his upper chest. Five more spurts of cum jetted out of his twitching rod, his face was red and he was panting with the pleasure of orgasm and I could almost smell the puddles of his inner essence as they lay on his hot brown skin , I could certainly imagine the feel and taste.

Hmmm, I thought. If he wanted to masturbate that was totally natural but if he wanted to do it while he was sniffing a pair of my dirty, sweaty briefs then that was different, that meant he must be gay and although obviously scared of me, he must have some desire for me. Heck, I wasn't corrupting him, my rejection of his advances was just making us both as frustrated as hell! OK so now no holds were barred!

I walked right aft and sat down on deck behind the mizzen mast, out of sight of the main hatch and beat off like crazy, re-running the solo sex I'd just witnessed. Then I finished the rest of my watch and went below to put the kettle on the stove to make us a brew.

Ajisaka heard me and clambered out of his bunk and dragged on the sexy nylon shorts. He padded over to me in the galley and grinned hopefully up at me. I sensed that he was still very scared of me but wanted desperately to be friendly. I patted his firm, round rump.

"Hello shipmate," I said.

"Andy", he whispered.

"Ajisaka" I replied and slid my hand slowly over his cute little nylon clad bottom - which wriggled sexily.

I made two cups of coffee and carried them over to the saloon table and Ajisaka came and sat down opposite me, the table between us. I patted the seat beside me and he shot across and sat beside me. We sipped our hot coffee and I sensed him glancing sideways up at my face, seeking some reaction. Insidiously he slid closer to me, I smiled inwardly, another little wriggle brought him closer still, now I could smell him, his sharp, young-man scent and my cock slowly grew to a full, smouldering erection.

I put down my mug and seized Ajisaka's shoulders, spinning him towards me, his cheeky young face looked up in surprise and I fastened my mouth to his soft lips. We kissed, long, hard and passionately. My tongue sought, slid, invaded and his lips parted to allow entrance to the invader. Our tongues met, hot, wet and sexy. Our mouths remained locked in intimacy for several minutes as we duelled and investigated. I slid my hands up and down his firmly muscled body brushing frequently across his pert little nipples which now stood erect, stiff little nubs of flesh. I broke my mouth away and Ajisaka gasped. I glanced down between his legs and saw the bulging front of his shorts. He was hard, as hard as he'd been when I'd secretly watched him ejaculate his juices earlier.

Ajisaka wriggled but I gripped him firmly, using just enough strength to control his excited young body, I was in command here, I was going to call all the sexual shots. I'd waited a long time for this conquest and my blood was up, I was the primitive male going to plant my sperm deep inside this beauty. I licked my tongue across his lips and nipped them with my own, then I licked and kissed his face and slid round and tongued his ear, breathing my hot breath softly inside its shell and very gently biting and licking the tiny lobes. Ajisaka's body twitched with excitement. I buried my face into the side of his neck, smelling him, tasting his skin. I love the smells of a lover. I gently pushed Ajisaka's body down onto the seat and crouched over him on all fours like a marauding bear, he gazed up at me, all signs of fear gone, just a dreamy, sensual look of excitement across his face. I eased his right arm upwards, away from his body and nuzzled into his arm-pit. Gorgeous. A small tuft of damp, black hair in which his sweat glands were secreting wonderful sex-odours and I breathed in deeply, revelling in the fragrance of his essence. As I snuffled deep into his pit the hand that wasn't holding down his now unprotesting body was teasing his nipples, palming gently across first one then the other. Oh so lightly teasing the rough skin of my palm across the sensitive nubs - which erected like two tiny penises. Ajisaka wriggled and squirmed but I held him. He was mine. I was in total control here.

I drew my face out of the muskiness of his armpit and looked down at the crotch of his shiny nylon shorts. There was a large damp patch down there, his prick was drooling pre-cum as a result of my attention to his upper body. It was time to lose the shorts.

Ajisaka was still struggling feebly to escape my grip but without success and I knew that it wasn't because he wanted to stop my sexual attacks. He was sighing and moaning and thrusting his cute little buttocks in an attempt to slide his hard little dick against my leg. I managed to slip the button that held the waistband of the shorts and his wriggles and my tugging had them slipping down his thighs. Ajisaka moved his legs to help them on their downward journey, lifted his ass and they were off.

Looking him straight in the eyes as I continued to crouch above him keeping him pinned under me, I took the shorts and held them up to my face. I breathed in deeply and met some of the wonderful aroma that I was about to experience at source. I sniffed and snuffled into his shorts before dropping them onto the deck and I noticed Ajisaka's embarrassment as I savoured his shorts.

My sexual excitement was in overdrive. I leant down and picked his body up off the seat and flipped it over so he was lying on his flat stomach and I grunted with delight at the sight of his body lying there totally under my control. Head, slender neck, long back and those delicious, dusky buttocks. Round mounds of powerful muscle, soft and warm and yet as hard as steel when he thrust. In between a deep, musky valley concealing my ultimate target, the bulls-eye - his tight ring of muscle that would soon grip my penetrating, marauding weapon. Entry to the hot, slippery chute into which I would drive my dick, plunging in, slowly withdrawing only to plunge once more.

For a brief moment I gazed down at his luscious bottom then I lowered my face and licked the muscle-mounds, felt the hot, velvety skin knowing that I was intruding into his most private territory. I buried my face in his butt and began sniffing up and down the crack of his fragrant ass. He wasn't dirty. He was just in that natural male state where it had been hours since his last shower and he had been sweating some and had also been sexually aroused, giving off the scent of male rut. I nosed up and down his butt-trench, inhaling as much of his scent as I could get. I was nearly hyperventilating from taking so many deep breaths of the aroma of his butt. Finally, I couldn't stand waiting any longer. This was a butt I had to taste! I began by licking from the bottom of his hairless ass trench, just below his balls, to the top of the trench where it joined his beautiful, muscular back. I heard him take a deep intake of breath at the feelings that my licking was causing. I pulled the cheeks of his butt farther apart and began licking in earnest at his little pink puckered hole. He began moaning and moving is butt around trying to get more feelings from my tongue.

Ajisaka moaned and humped his ass up into my face, I kissed and licked his buttocks and nosed into the hot, musky channel. This was so primitive, so deeply sexual, I breathed in pure man-musk, the heavy, cloying scent that sent hormones racing through my body and brought my dick to a state of arousal it seldom ever reached. I probed deeper, sniffing, licking, sensing until . . . oh yes . . . until I felt the quivering centre, felt and smelt the ring of muscle that was the focus of my invasion, trying to invade his tight anus with my tongue while beneath me Ajisaka squirmed and moaned and gasped and thrust back his ass to expose his very core to the delectable sensations I was giving him.

Ajisaka was now humping his ass furiously, sliding his dick up and down the shiny leather of the seat with my face clamped to his buttocks, feeling the power, and the gripping clenching as his muscles quivering with the power of his thrusts, then one long deep quivering plunge as he orgasmed, shooting his sperm over the leather. It was just too much, the squirming young man beneath me, the gasps of pleasure, the potent musky smells, the feel of the surrendered target, I couldn't hold it, the dam burst and with a loud groan I snatched my face from his ass, reared up and jetted my load of steaming hot spunk in great white puddles across his writhing ass, across his back, splattering his body with my emissions.

Wow!

I flipped him over in time to see the last, weak drools of his semen dribble from the top of his dick and watched it deflate and lie limp between his legs. Spent. His eyes were closed his face blank, his lungs heaving while I crouched, panting, over him. Slowly we both came down from the sexual mountain we had conquered, Ajisaka's eyes fluttered open:

"Ohhh Andy . . . oh Andy . . . yes Andy" he sighed.

I picked him up gently and carried his spent, limp body back to my bunk in the after cabin. I crawled in with him but suddenly he wriggled free and escaped. What? Why? What was wrong. I listened carefully and heard him go into the head, then rubbing and rustling - he was cleaning up the mess he'd made on the saloon bunk cushions. Then he returned, climbed into bed with me and, with a hot, damp bath-cloth he wiped me down and cleaned me. What a guy. We were both totally spent and relaxed and I cuddled his warm body close to me, wrapping my arms and legs around him and he gave one of his deep sighs of utter contentment.

I didn't fall asleep right away, I lay there thinking of the delicious experience and sensations I'd just enjoyed, wondering, wondering if Ajisaka had ever experienced anal sex and coming to the conclusion that it was unlikely and certainly not with a hefty dick swung by a European. In my experience, albeit a bit limited, oriental penises were generally smaller than the westerners. If I hadn't succumbed when I did, if my frantic lust hadn't exploded when it did, I might have gone on to virtually rape the young guy, hurting him terribly in the process. Now that my first experience of his gorgeous young body was over, I would have to go more carefully, be sure to prepare his ass for my penetration and fight to control my copulating.

Ajisaka was breathing slow and deep, his small body totally surrendered, relaxed and trusting, his nose pressed close to my chest and I could feel his warm breaths against my skin, it lulled me into a deep, satisfied sleep.

It was the radar's alarm that woke me and I disentangled Ajisaka, who mumbled in his sleep but didn't properly wake up, and slid out of the bunk to see what was upsetting it. A single target had entered the guard zone and showed at a range of five miles. I shot up on deck and saw the boat on the horizon, grabbing the binoculars I could make out a lone fishing boat and I could see we were on converging courses. By now we were well out into the ocean and this was quite a coincidence, two vessels plodding across the vast sea in such a way as to come within a few miles of each other. I watched him for a while as he drew nearer, then I leant forward and tweaked the auto-pilot to close with him. It was just possible, I thought, that he would swap some fresh fish for a bottle of whiskey - and maybe we'd even be able to get some more rice.

Sure enough, some fifteen minutes later he closed us and I heard the beat of his engine slow. I rolled in the headsail and put the engine into gear, steering MOBY DICK carefully alongside but a few feet off her rusty, jagged looking hull. I brandished the bottle that I'd dug out from below. Slant-eyed, sun-burnt grins. I waved my bottle and one of the crew dived below deck and came up with a pair of fish. I edged MOBY a bit closer as the two hulls slid slowly through the water and the exchange was made. The skipper shouted across:

"You OK? You got water? You need anything?"

"Do you have rice? Could you spare some rice?" I shouted back, hoping he'd understand.

"Yea, we have rice, of course, we are Chinese, of course we have rice." He was roaring with laughter, he said something to his crew and they all laughed. Then one went into the deckhouse and came out with a large sack. This was hurled across the gap and landed with a thump on the aft deck, just above my bunk. Yes, I thought, that'll bring Ajisaka on deck in a hurry - but no sign of him.

"What else you need?" came across the water.

"Nothing else, we're fine, how much for the rice?"

"One more bottle whiskey," shouted the skipper - and his crew grinned broadly.

I shot down below again, grabbed another bottle, gave Ajisaka a startled glance and climbed back on deck to launch the bottle across to the fishing boat. It was received with enthusiasm.

"OK, you OK, now we happy, have good voyage, bibi . . " and with a belch of black diesel exhaust and a roar of engine he pulled away and continued on his course. I went back down below.

The reason I'd looked startled when I saw Ajisaka was because he'd slid out of the bunk and was crouched by the ladder pointing my shotgun up the hatch. I had no idea that he knew I had the gun, and a heavy pistol, on board; I kept them under my bunk in the aft cabin, he must have discovered them when I was on watch.

I realised what he was doing. The thought had crossed my mind that the fishermen might decide that we were defenceless and indulge in a spot of piracy. Ajisaka had obviously had the same thought and had been covering me and ready to spring up on deck if things had turned nasty. This guy was even brighter than I was beginning to realise.

"Have you got any cartridges for that thing?" I asked him, then remembered - "Bullets?"

"Burrets. Yes have burrets." he assured me, still looking very fierce and serious. "You be careful, maybe pilates."

"Yea, I wondered about that, here, you'd better give me that gun."

I held out my hands for the weapon and was relieved to see that he'd applied the safety catch and he turned the gun and handed it to me butt first, I emptied the two cartridges out and put them back into the belt then took them back and re-stowed them under my bunk.

I patted him on the back and then hugged him close, "Good lad," I said, "good thinking, you did well there."

Ajisaka wriggled with embarrassment at the praise.

"Hey, and you know what? Now we've got fresh fish . . . and . . . loads of rice. Now you can eat rice three times a day - if you want."

He wanted right enough, he beamed all over his face at the sight of the large rice sack. Then he pounced on the fish, got a sharp cooking knife from the galley and cut them up into manageable steaks most of which he stowed in the freezer keeping out four which he put in the 'fridge.

"This night Ajisaka make eat fish," he said slowly and proudly.

And he did. He produced a delicious meal which we both really enjoyed and, after he had insisted on clearing everything up, we both went up and sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the beautiful night, the steady breeze and the easy dipping, swaying motion as MOBY DICK cruised her away over the ocean, comfortable full of food and relaxed with each other's company.

Eventually I went below to set up the weather-fax, write up the log and fix our position before climbing back up and working my way around the deck, checking that everything was secure for the night. I came back and stood in the cockpit and in a flash Ajisaka was standing in front of me, his head level with my shoulders, trembling in anticipation and his nimble fingers undid my buckle and dropped my tatty old shorts to the deck. He snuffled into the pouch of my briefs, trembling with excitement and then eased them down, grabbed my cock and gazed at it, is eyes shining in anticipation.

"Andy thing soooo big. Big for Ajisaka. Ajisaka very much like Andy big thing."

He sniffed delicately up and down my shaft, such a light, tickly sensation and my cock jumped excitedly. His small tongue shot out and he licked slowly round the rim of my helmet, then swirled his tongue over the knob before he stuffed it into his mouth. His hot mouth engulfed me like an oven. He licked my already erect dick to even greater stiffness what a great feeling, feeling my semi-soft penis roll around in his mouth before hardening into a stick of dynamite. All the time he was mumbling with excitement. Whilst still worshipping my tool he reached down and pulled his own shorts and briefs off over his hardened little feet and tossed them onto the deck.

His hot mouth and tongue continued to lather my cock pole from tip to as far down the shaft as he could manage. Then he started sucking with a kind of twisting motion to his mouth as he thrust down on me.

I moaned, "Suck it. Give me that blow-job. This feels so good. Lick it, Ajisaka. Suck it. Love it."

My hands massaged his naked shoulders, his firm back muscles felt powerful under my hands. The head of my engorged cock was throbbing and begging for attention and he moved slowly down the head and my whole body was ecstatic with joy. He knew what he was doing as he went up and down on my cock and I rubbed his neck and back to urgently encourage him to continue. As he leant in to pleasure me my palms pulled his shoulders toward me and then I allowed my hands to slide down his fevered body until I reached the hard muscles of his ass. Then I slid my hands back up again and lightened the pressure and allowed him to pull his shoulders back as he retreated to the flared head of my dick. We got a pumping rhythm going with his upper body swaying into me, away from me, into me . . . Oh man this guy loved my tool. I loved his cute young face and the fantastic fucking it was giving my dick. But I wanted to touch his crotch, to feel his arousal. I bent over and grabbed his prick. His hand was already on it, he was jacking himself while his face pleasured me. He pushed my hand aside. Apart from the sucking, slurping noises his mouth was making as he vacuumed my penis, he was totally silent.

I continued to moan involuntarily, coarse dirty things, I whispered:

"Oh, man, keep sucking. Suck it you dirty cocksucker. Make love to my dirty dick. Take it deep into your hot, slutty mouth."

To heighten my pleasure I still wanted to feel his manliness. I reached again for his shaft. I couldn't see it because he was leaning forward into me but I felt his rigid shaft standing tall in his hand. Again he flicked my hand aside. I really wanted to feel him intimately so I again reached blindly between his legs. This time I by-passed his busy cock and groped his balls. His nut sack hung down between his legs, vulnerable to my groping fingers. I wanted more, so I extended my middle finger and probed for his asshole. I quickly found it, his hot, moist sailor's hole was hard to penetrate, I ran my finger tip around the clenched ring of muscle, I tapped and tickled and felt his anus give a little, then it spasmed, eased for a moment and my finger was in, clutched into his hot hole and I pushed way up into his ass. I could have put in a second finger but I decided to finger-fuck his asshole in time with his face lunges on and off my prick. As I massaged his prostrate I thought:

"I just know this beautiful guy wants to get his ass pounded and even as I thought about the pleasure that tight ass-ring could give to my invading dick, it happened.

"I'm cumming!" I groaned breathlessly.

I gave him an opportunity to take my stiff, shooting pole out of his mouth if he wanted but he pulled me closer, which shoved my sperm-shooting weapon deeper into his talented throat. I fired jolts of jism, it pulsed and pulsed out of me, my sweet smelling, sticky semen really got him going. He speeded up his beating of his own meat, he furiously pumped his man-tool, his eyes were shut tight and he was in a different world. I just wished I knew what he was thinking about so that I could help him over the edge.

Now he moaned, and moaned! "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Unnnnnnngh! Ahhhhhhhgh!" His fist was a blur as it flicked up and down his prick.

It was as if I was in front of a tiny male volcano. He released me from his mouth and I stood up straight. As I did so I pulled my finger out of his tightly clenching ass. I paused a moment, ready to shove it back in if he indicated he wanted it, but this guy was intensely into something in his head. His eyes were pinched closed, his lips were pressed tightly together, his head thrashed from side to side and his face was strained into a mask of pleasure/pain. His back and chest muscles tightened in dynamic tension.

And then with another desperate "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he blew. The first blast of his thick splurge arced forward while subsequent eruptions travelled less far but still past his bare feet, except for the last involuntary sperm push which dribbled down the front of his leg.

Ajisaka slumped down onto the bunk for a few moments, totally spent in every way but he soon got to his feet and disappeared into the head where, as before, he dampened a towel and came out and carefully and gently wiped me clean before diving back in again and, to the sounds of much splashing, he cleaned himself thoroughly.

When he emerged he gently steered me back to my bunk and made a pantomime of himself going up to keep watch while I slept. As it was his watch anyway, I did as he was suggesting and was instantly deep asleep.

So our voyage continued as we ploughed our slow way across the Pacific Ocean, MOBY DICK carrying two blissfully happy people. Ajisaka turned out to be a two-legged sex bomb. He just couldn't get enough of my dick. Whenever he wasn't doing anything his eyes would fix on my crotch, from time to time he would reach out a small hand and fondle me, often whispering:

"Andy thing soooo big. Big for Ajisaka. Ajisaka very much like Andy big thing."

I found it very arousing, to have this sexy little guy permanently on heat at the thought of enjoying intimacies with my eager cock which, by now, was becoming frantic to penetrate his delicious young ass. So far our intimacies had ended in a shattering orgasms but I had yet to enjoy a good, hard animalistic fuck. I yearned to ride Ajisaka's pretty, round ass, to take, possess, dominate as only a red-blooded male can do. And I could tell that Ajisaka would give up his body like a submissive little bitch - and enjoy every quivering, muscle driven thrust.

That evening I prepared another delicious meal using steaks of still very fresh fish and with it I served a bottle of properly chilled hock. Ajisaka was reluctant to take any at first but I tried to explain how well it went with the fish and he took a few experimental sips which were obviously successful as he was soon slurping happily. We both ate a huge amount and I uncorked a second bottle. After we'd finished Ajisaka slumped back in his seat with a happy, contented smile on his face and, for once, didn't spring into the galley to deal with the dishes. I looked over at him and realised that the wine, which he obviously wasn't used to, had made him quite drunk.

Ah well, I thought, you've earned a little relaxation, it'll be good if you sleep it off during your watch below. I did the dishes myself and gave the galley a quick clean and then went up on deck to enjoy the solitude of a night watch at sea. However I wasn't alone for long. I heard a slight noise and then felt a warm body snuggle up beside me. Ajisaka gazed up into my face and I felt his hand slide between my legs, groping, feeling, finding . . .

"Andy thing soooo big. Big for Ajisaka. Ajisaka very much like Andy big thing," he whispered, now I must have . . ."

His fumbling fingers slid around my rapidly erecting penis and my oriental sex-bomb murmured in his own language. It was too much, I wanted his young ass, I needed it, needed to impale him, mount him and ride him, needed to drive my engorged tool deep in between his sexy buttocks.

We stood, swaying to the motion of the boat and I bent down and kissed him and he kissed me right back and his hands clutched my buttocks, pulling me into him. We staggered down below and stripped one another. I picked up his small, slippery body and sat him on the waist-high table and began to prepare him, massaging his shoulders, kissing his collarbones, ravaging his pert nipples... all the while he leaned back and watched me with eyes dancing with love and need. I had a strong sense of abandon, of power, standing, grasping this beautiful young man's thighs and holding them then taking his knees and pivoting them out at right angles to his body knowing that I would soon be building a rhythm inside him... gazing at him as he leant back on his elbows, abandoning his gorgeous body to my control, stroking fingers through his hair, bringing burning colour to his nipples, fucking his open lips with my fingers, then lower, into his private places but not private for me, mine to fondle, to stimulate. Closing a fist around his fresh young prick as his body began to rise to peaks of desire. He cried out with desire, whimpered in perfect time with my explorations.

Although we didn't have a common language I knew what had to be so urgently coursing through his sex-drugged mind:

"Fuck me hard with your massive thing. Drive into my itching ass as hard as you can. Do it Andy, fuck me, please."

Ajisaka tugged at my arm to pull my big body on top of him. I spun him round and straddled his thighs, gazing at his muscular bubble butt just waiting for my lewd servicing. I slid a wet finger deep into his hot ass. Ajisaka pushed back onto his knees. I could feel my fat cock head push slowly into him and he moaned with delight.

I wrapped my hands around his small waist and slid my eager dick up and down his sweaty ass-crack, urgently seeking Ajisaka's anus. I felt his small hand down between my legs, guiding, helping and the sensitive head of my prick as it bumped over its target, I moved slowly forward penetrating the ring of muscle which opened to allow me entry, enjoying the warmth of Ajisaka's hot body enveloping my stiff prick. My hands slid up his sides to the mounds of knotted shoulder muscle as my dick slid slowly in, deeper until it was in to the base. Ajisaka dropped to his elbows and pushed his eager ass back forcing me to let go of his shoulders and just fuck. I rocked my dick in and out of his muscled butt as Ajisaka moaned loudly. The eager bitch's ass seemed to suck more and more of me deep within him as he writhed and thrust in time with my steady humping. I plunged in deep and then eased slowly out, the nerves in my tool sending waves of delicious sensations all through my body, my legs began to shake, my ass muscles trembled but still I drove my dick unmercifully in and out of the clenching ass-ring. I increased the force until I knew that I was sending waves of energy through the young guy's ravaged body.

Ajisaka groaned incomprehensible words in his own language. He lifted up and placed his hands in a wide gripping stance on the back of the bunk, bracing his quivering body against my now furious onslaught, he supported my weight as I clasped his slippery body, my fingers found his little nipples and I pinched them, Ajisaka arched his back and seemed to suck my dick deeper into his fuckhole. I was no longer in control of the action. I felt my own sexual heat rising as Ajisaka slithered and twisted and gripped, the more He bucked his ass, the harder I fucked. The harder I nipped his tits the louder the groaning and the more desperate seemed Ajisaka's need to be fucked.

It had to end. Although I longed to continue the deep penetration, the urgent plunging into Ajisaka's hot, clenching bottom, although I struggled to hold onto the dam of my red-hot spunk, it was no good, the barrier between my balls and my dick released and, with a final deep, deep, plunge I drove my penis far into Ajisaka's willing body and released my man-essence. My muscles quivered as I held my cock deep within him as it continued to pulse its precious loads of semen.

Ajisaka gasped "Andy, ohhhhhh Andy," he quivered and his anus clamped round my still rigid prick as he lost control of his spunk and sent jet after jet of young male spunk into the leather seat beneath him.

We collapsed in a spent heap on the bunk, both of us panting, gasping for breath after the fuck of the century. We fell into deep, sex-released sleep.

There was an almighty crash. The yacht shuddered and everything was flung forward. I heard water rushing in and I disentangled myself from Ajisaka and scrambled off the bunk. I tried to get up on deck but there was a cascade of water pouring down the hatch which washed me back. I knew for sure that we were sinking and I was pretty certain that I would be trapped down below in the doomed yacht. Somehow, with the superhuman strength of the dieing, I managed to crawl up out of the skylight, my first thought being to release the life raft. I undid the slip on the straps holding it to the deck and all the while I could feel water swirling all round me, the life raft was now floating off the deck, held only by its painter.

"Ajisaka!!"

Frantically I bellowed his name, I dashed back to the skylight but MOBY DICK was sinking fast, whatever we'd hit - probably a container washed off a ship - must have knocked a huge hole in the bow.

Suddenly I was alone in the ocean with the life raft which was inflating with a hissing, moaning noise. I clambered in and stared bleakly all around at the already empty ocean.

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