- - -that somebody loves you as much as you love them
By Lone-Wolf Dedicated to all those I have called friend, and to all those who I call friend, who don’t care: particularly those I truly Loved - - - and those I still Love - - - An Important note to the Reader : This is a work of Fiction! The persons, places, events, and dialogue are entirely the product of the author’s imagination, and must be regarded as such. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and accidental. All brand names mentioned are the property of the company who manufactures them, and they are used only for clarity.
Friday dragged on until Dain thought six o’clock would never arrive. But it finally did arrive, and he changed and washed in record time. By six-thirty he was pulling up to the curb at Warner Park. Joey trotted to the car, and climbed in eagerly, not waiting to be asked.
“So how’s it going, little brother?” Dain asked, grinning.
“Great, now that you’re here!” Joey bubbled.
“Then we’re off,” Dain exclaimed, squealing the car’s huge Pirelli P-7 radial tires as they shot away from the curb. “Like a herd of turtles!” he added.
“Teen-age mutant ninja turtles?” teased Joey.
“No, just regular ones,” Dain joked, accelerating onto Washington avenue. A swift drive delivered them to the marina, where they parked, climbed out, and went aboard the Scarab.
Joey could hardly wait to get it on with Dain: He had been thinking of the teenager all day, and was so full of anticipation that it was all he could do to keep from trembling all over as Dain locked the companionway behind them.
When Dain turned around, Joey had already shed his shirt, and was busy unfastening his jeans. Dain wondered if Joey wanted to make it as much as HE did. So he too began to remove and discard his clothes as rapidly as possible.
Joey finished first, and stood before Dain totally naked, his penis completely erect, throbbing visibly as he pulled his prepuce all the way back, exposing his bright red glans. On some level, Joey was dimly aware that he was no longer interested in the money Dain would be paying him: All Joey wanted was to love Dain, and be loved by Dain, and make love with Dain. He was also aware that this was the wrong way for him to feel about a customer; but he was far too overcome with Love and Lust to care at this point.
Dain shed the rest of his clothes just moments after Joey did, and stood there admiring the boy’s perfect body. No other boy in the world could ever match up to this one, Dain decided, drinking in Joey’s lines with his eyes.
Joey was looking at Dain’s lean, trim body with the same adoration as the older boy had for him. Joey knew he would never find anybody as wonderful as Dain, ever. He was perfect, Joey concluded, in every way.
“Looks like you’re as ready as I am, Austin!” Dain whispered with a smile, moving to stand directly in front of Joey.
“I think so!” Joey admitted, his teeth clicking. Dain sank to one knee, then sat down on the deck, crossing his legs, Indian-Style. His face was almost exactly as high off the deck as Joey’s erected penis.
Joey looked down at him, slightly confused by this sudden change in their routine. He was pretty sure what Dain meant for him to do, but he wasn’t totally certain yet.
Dain reached out, caught Joey’s hands, and placed them on either side of his head. Then he put his hands on Joey’s buttocks, and gently pulled the boy towards him. “This time, Austin, YOU will control how many almost-orgies you get!” Dain whispered, his lips nearly touching the tip of Joey’s cock.
Joey shuddered with lust as Dain’s breath caressed his fireman’s helmet. He could hardly believe Dain was putting him in complete control like this - but it forcefully reaffirmed his feelings towards the teenager.
Joey was far too turned on to stand there thinking, so he pushed his hips forward, and watched his stiffened penis vanish into Dain’s hot, wet mouth. He gasped softly as his scrotum met Dain’s chin. He pulled back until only half of it was in Dain’s mouth: then he stroked it in again.
Dain shivered with excitement as Joey’s hard penis slid smoothly into his hungering mouth. The boy’s glans reached his throat just as his sack reached Dain’s chin. He let the wonderful taste of the boy’s cock fill his mouth as he applied firm suction, tasting the drop of clear pre-come that he had seen on the tip of the boy’s glans. The boy gasped softly as his tool bottomed out. Then he eased back about half way, before thrusting it back in fully. In his mind, Dain urged his boy to go for it.
Joey tried to go slow and steady, to prolong his initial buildup, but he soon realized that he was just too excited to take his time. His pumping grew rapidly faster and faster, and more shallow, as his lust mounted exponentially. His body tensed up automatically as he grew closer and closer to the point of no return.
At the last possible microsecond, Joey pulled his quivering cock all the way out of Dain’s mouth. It hovered in mid air, pulsing spastically as it ALMOST climaxed. Joey’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut as his body writhed with the pleasure of his Almost-Orgy.
After about fifteen or twenty seconds, Joey’s ecstasy finally withdrew to safe levels. He opened his eyes, and slid his flushed pink penis back into Dain’s mouth again. He felt Dain apply suction, as he began steadily pumping again.
Dain was in heaven as his beloved boy rhythmically fucked his face. He was shaking as hard as “Austin” was, and hoped the boy wouldn’t lose control and come too soon.
Again, and again, and again, and again Joey pumped his boyhood into Dain’s hot, wet mouth, only to pull out at the last possible microsecond, to writhe in the ecstasy of almost-orgasm. Somewhere around nine, Joey lost track of how many times he had almost-orgied: yet he continued to pull out just in time to continue getting even more Almosts.
Finally the passion was just too much for Joey. He had no idea how many times he had almost shot his load; but he knew that this time he had to do it all the way. He needed to climax more than he had ever needed anything ever before.
“Get ready, Dain!” he gasped hoarsely through clenched teeth. “I’m not gonna’ stop this time! I gotta’ CUM this time! I GOT to!” he lisped, already pumping his swollen cock into the teenager’s mouth spastically.
Joey pumped faster and faster and faster as he got ever closer to release. He could feel Dain sucking even harder than before, and he tried to increase his speed even further.
The last few seconds before Joey finally came seemed to last far longer than normal, as he rabbit-fucked Dain’s face wildly. And the second or two during which he hovered on the brink, at the point of no return, seemed to go on forever. Then finally, mercifully, he was cumming! The world seemed to go away, and nothing existed but his squirting boyhood, and Dain’s suctioning mouth encasing it.
Dain felt his boy’s body go rigid, quaking uncontrollably as his thick penis swelled in Dain’s lusting mouth. Joey gasped, held his breath, and then his body convulsed as the boy achieved orgasm. Joey’s penis pulsed forcefully as it ejaculated Joey’s thick, milky semen into Dain’s hungry mouth. Dain counted eight distinct spurts as Joey shot his boy-juice onto Dain’s tongue. Dain savored Joey’s tasty gift, only swallowing it one drop at a time, as he continued to massage the boy’s twitching penis with his tongue, to prolong his climax as much as possible.
Joey didn’t know how long his climax lasted: it seemed to go on almost forever. But it finally receded, and he began to breathe again, panting raggedly from his ordeal. Slowly his brain began to function again, and he realized that he had just experienced the absolute best orgasm of his entire life.
The second thing he realized was that his slowly softening shaft was still in Dain’s mouth, and Dain was still gently massaging it with his tongue.
The third thing he realized was that Dain’s hands, which were gripping his butt-cheeks, were just about the only thing keeping him on his feet.
Joey put his leg muscles back to work, and felt Dain’s grip relax on his butt-cheeks. Reluctantly, Joey withdrew his flaccid organ from Dain’s mouth, noting it was flushed a bright red color from the abuse it had just received.
He sat down on the bow berth, still weak in the knees, and tried to catch his breath. His entire body glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Dain was awestruck by his beauty.
Dain got up from the deck and sat down next to Joey, enfolding the boy in his arms. Joey put his arms around Dain, and held him tightly, still shaking a little. Dain lowered his face into Joey’s damp hair, and inhaled the boy’s aroma, savoring it almost as much as the boy’s semen.
“Thank you, Dain,” Joey whispered softly. “That was the best one I ever had,” he elaborated. “And I’m not kidding.”
“I’m glad,” Dain assured him softly, gently stroking the boy’s limp, damp hair. “I’m glad it was as good for you as it was for me!” he added, reminding Joey that they were sharing pleasure both ways. Joey hugged him harder, and nuzzled his face against Dain’s neck. Joey realized, with considerable surprise, that he was happy. Truly happy - which was something that had not happened in the last five or six years. Then he corrected himself, reminding himself he needed one more thing to be totally happy.
Joey released his bear hug on Dain, and felt Dain follow suit. Before the teenager could speak, Joey placed his hand on Dain’s chest and gently but firmly pushed him back down onto the mattress of the berth. Dain opened his mouth as if to ask a question, but Joey ‘shushed’ him with a finger to Dain’s lips, and Dain subsided.
Joey smiled at Dain, his eyes full of adoration; and then lowered his face down to the older boy’s groin. Before Dain could react, Joey’s hot, wet mouth had engulfed the first four and a half inches of his rigid six-inch penis.
Joey had sucked many cocks in his short career as a hooker: but this was the first time he was doing it because he really, truly WANTED to. His only regret was that he couldn’t seem to get ALL of Dain’s thing into his mouth without gagging. But he didn’t let that deter him, and he set to work at once, skillfully using his mouth to stimulate Dain’s shaft and glans as he smoothly pumped his face up and down on the teen’s twitching tool.
Dain couldn’t believe what was happening. Without even being asked, Austin was sucking him off. The boy couldn’t be horny; not after what he had just endured. Yet he was going down on Dain’s hardened peter like it was the most desirable thing in the world. Dain was amazed at how totally wonderful it felt to have his penis engulfed inside his boy’s hot, wet, suctioning mouth. He had received too many blow-jobs in his life to count; but he couldn’t ever remember one being this good before. Or this special.
Joey knew he didn’t know how to bring Dain to Almosts, but he DID know how to get him close to release, without getting too close. Using every bit of skill he possessed, Joey carefully sucked Dain to a near frenzy - only to slow down before he could get too close to climax.
Again and again, Joey brought Dain close to the point of no return; only to reduce his speed and suction again, to let him calm down once more.
Dain was trembling uncontrollably as Joey’s mouth ministered to his aching prong. The boy was managing to get him quite close to the point of no return, only to slow down and ease off again, allowing his lust to recede again.
Joey’s jaw muscles were getting sore after eight or ten minutes, but he didn’t let that slow him down. He intended to give Dain the best blowjob of his life, and nothing was going to interfere with that objective.
Joey kept up his labor of love for another ten minutes. He was pretty sure that Dain was about to start begging him for release, which was great. But Joey knew that he couldn’t go on any longer, because he couldn’t wait any longer to taste Dain’s semen in his mouth.
So this time Joey didn’t slow down - instead he just sucked harder and faster than ever before. He felt Dain’s cock swelling rapidly, as the teen arched his back, and Joey knew he was past the point of no return.
Then he felt Dain climax, the teen’s swollen tool squirting thick, tasty blobs of gooey semen into Joey’s hungry mouth. Like Dain, Joey savored his mouthful of hot cream, coating his tongue with it, and only swallowing it one drop at a time.
Never before in his life had Dain ever felt a climax as wonderful as the one that was currently blotting out the world. The only thing left in his consciousness was his pulsing penis, and his boy’s suctioning mouth! Even after he knew he was shooting blanks, his cock continued to spasm, as Joey used his mouth and tongue to prolong his pleasure.
Joey didn’t want it to be over, but he knew Dain couldn’t come forever. All too soon, the teen’s cock was softening in his mouth, and Joey resignedly sucked it clean and dry before sitting up. He ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, hoping to find another drop of Dain’s sperm lurking somewhere.
Then Dain’s hands gently closed around Joey’s upper arms, and drew him up and atop Dain. Their chests met, skin on skin, and Joey thrilled at the contact. Dain’s hands moved to Joey’s back, his fingertips gliding on the boy’s sweat-slick skin, and the boy shivered at his touch.
Their faces were only inches apart, and their eyes were locked together, each searching for the other’s soul.
“You didn’t have to do that, Austin,” Dain whispered very softly, smiling gently.
“I know,” Joey smiled back. “But I wanted to.”
“Thank you,” Dain said emphatically.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Joey asked him, unable to resist the cliché’, his china-blue eyes glowing with adoration.
“Well, I have never, ever had better,” Dain admitted. “So I would have to say yes, it was!!”
“Isn’t there something else you’d like to do with me now?” Joey asked, lowering his face even closer to Dain’s. He was hoping that Dain wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss Dain.
Dain slid his right hand up the back of Joey’s neck, and onto the back of his head. Then he applied gentle downward pressure until Joey’s lips met his own. Joey needed no further affirmation: he tilted his head to one side slightly and pressed his mouth against Dain’s.
Dain felt Joey’s tongue against his lips, and opened his mouth hopefully. Joey promptly slid his tongue into Dain’s mouth and began to explore it thoroughly. Dain was more pleased than he had thought possible, as they French kissed passionately, trading spit, and sucking each other’s tongues heatedly.
Dain was impressed by Joey’s skill, and wondered at the apparent passion the boy was exhibiting. He wondered if Joey was this passionate with all of his clients, and suspected he probably was not. Hope filled his heart, and he pulled the boy closer.
Joey was expecting great things from finally kissing Dain, and found he was not disappointed. He had done this before of course, on numerous occasions; but never before had he wanted it this much. And never before had he needed or enjoyed it like this.
By catching breaths through their noses, the pair managed to maintain their lip-lock for at least five or six minutes. When they finally parted, Joey only drew back an inch or two and then remained stationary, looking deep into Dain’s eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he had to look.
Dain, for his part, was studying Joey’s gorgeous blue eyes with as much interest as the other boy was studying his, while his fingers tenderly explored the by now familiar terrain of Joey’s smooth back. This silent rapture went on for another ten or fifteen minutes at least; neither was keeping track of time, and neither felt the need to.
Their affectionate stare-down was rudely interrupted when Joey’s stomach suddenly rumbled so loudly that Dain could feel the vibration through Joey’s skin. “It speaks!” Dain said in his best movie announcer voice. Joey began to laugh, and Dain joined in at once. “I think my boy is trying to tell me something,” Dain commented, when they had caught their breath. “My Federation Universal Translator is telling me that Austin needs to be fed, or else he will turn into a magma-slug and digest my car,” Dain teased the boy.
Joey was giggling at Dain’s antics, but his mind was concentrating on the second thing the teenager had said; specifically the phrase “my boy”. Joey found that he was very happy with the idea of being “Dain’s boy”, even if it was only in fun. Although he was beginning to realize that he wished it wasn’t just in fun.
“What do you say, since it’s Friday and all, we call Domino’s and get real live store-bought pizza, instead of those crummy frozen slabs in my freezer?” Dain suggested, rubbing his nose against Austin’s Eskimo style.
“Only if you let me chip in,” Joey frowned. “You have over-paid me every night this week, you know. And fed me for free,” he scolded softly.
“Hey, the customer is always right,” Dain reminded Joey, stroking the boy’s soft hair lovingly. “And, well, you’re worth it,” he added truthfully. He was pleased to see the boy blush, proving he wasn’t full of himself. “But if you want to chip in, I won’t insult you by refusing,” Dain added gently.
“Sausage and mushrooms,” Joey suggested. “With extra cheese,” he decided, throwing caution to the wind.
“Sounds good to me,” Dain grinned, pleased that he shared the boy’s taste in pizza. “There is one little problem, though,” he added, pretending to grow somber. Joey’s facial expression asked ‘what?’ “We better put on our shorts, or the delivery guy is gonna’ shit his pants when we answer the door!” Dain explained, grinning. Joey laughed at the mental image Dain’s comment had generated in his mind.
“We could tell him this is a clothing-optional marina!” Joey retorted, trading barbs with the older boy playfully.
“We could,” Dain grinned, “but I’m not too sure he would believe us!”
“Well, then I suppose we can pretend to be civilized, and put on our britches after we order,” Joey sighed, pretending to be disappointed. But, then, he was a bit disappointed, he realized slowly, deciding he rather enjoyed lounging around with Dain in the nude.
“If I’m going to use the phone I reckon I’ll have to pry this giant leech off of my tummy,” Dain grinned, moving his fingers down to Joey’s sides and tickling gently. Joey screeched, wriggling wildly to escape, rolling off of Dain in the process.
“No fair tickling!” he giggled, grinning up at the older boy who had risen to a sitting position.
“All’s fair in love and war,” Dain quoted poetically.
“I don’t think this is war,” Joey replied, catching his breath.
“Then it must be the other thing,” Dain shrugged, smiling coyly. Joey knew a hint when he heard one, but didn’t know whether he wanted to take the bait. But as he thought about it, he was reminded of all of the kindness Dain had shown him this week. And he realized he had not really expressed his gratitude for all of the older boy’s charity.
“Thanks for keeping me around afterwards like this,” Joey said, his throat tightening up all by itself. “It really means a lot to me,” he croaked self-consciously.
“Any time, little brother,” Dain said with a warm smile. “Besides, I enjoy it at least as much as you do!” he added truthfully. Joey looked like he wanted to argue that point, but the boy just smiled and nodded.
Joey wondered if he was crazy to care so much about Dain. Dain knew he cared way too much about Joey. Neither was brave enough to say it aloud, but Joey decided to do the next best thing. “Tonight’s a freebie,” Joey stated. “No charge.”
“Are you sure, Austin?” Dain asked quizzically.
“Yes,” Joey nodded. “I’m sure.” Dain looked him in the eye, and knew he could not and would not disrespect the boy’s wishes.
“Thank you, Austin,” Dain smiled.
“Any time, big brother,” grinned Joey.
Dain found his pants, rummaged through the pockets, and found his cell phone. He speed-dialed the Domino’s store and waited until the clerk picked up. Dain watched Joey watch him order the pizza and give the address to the clerk before closing the phone and setting it aside.
Next, he opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of swimming trunks, which he put on under Joey’s unwavering gaze. Joey sighed mentally, found his own shorts, and copied Dain. But, like Dain, he didn’t bother with shirt, socks, or shoes.
“Now we need something to wash that heart-attack material down with,” Dain advised Joey, going over the galley. He rummaged around in the fridge compartment and came up empty. This was no surprise to him, since he had intentionally hidden away all of the beverage bottles that morning before leaving for work. “Darn,” he said, pretending to be disgruntled. “We’re out of soda. Why don’t you choose us a movie to watch, while I run up to the office and get us a couple Pepsi’s.”
“Aye, aye, Cap’n,” Joey replied, playfully ‘bonking’ himself on the head with the DVD case he had just selected as he parodied a salute. Dain laughed, and headed for the shore, leaving Joey reading the titles in his movie collection.
Dain stopped at the office soda machine and bought two sodas; but didn’t go directly back to the boat. Instead, he stopped at the Pantera, lifted the engine cover, and un-plugged the “hot” wire from the ignition coil. Smiling to himself, he trotted back out to the Scarab.
“One Pepsi for the gentleman,” Dain announced in his best fake French accent, presenting one can of soda to Joey as if it were a bottle of fine champagne. “The 2008 vintage, I do believe. Fine bouquet if I do say so myself,” he added, popping the top so that the spray hit Joey in the face.
“Hey, Pierre,” gasped Joey, caught off guard. “You give soap with your showers?” he asked, grinning.
“Pardon, monsieur!” giggled Dain, acting surprised. “Does monsieur require a towel?” Dain asked, handing the can of soda to the boy.
Joey blushed red as he was suddenly struck by an idea! Did he dare? He did! “Why waste a towel, when you have a perfectly good tongue, Pierre?” Joey asked Dain. “I hear French waiters are nearly as good as Golden Retrievers!” he added, to keep it light-hearted and keep Dain from feeling pressured.
“Oui, oui, monsieur,” Dain agreed, very pleased to see Austin taking the initiative again. “Like a Saint Bernard, I am, only more svelte,” Dain added, setting his own soda aside to free up his hands. He pulled Joey gently into his arms and tilted the boy’s head back. Joey closed his eyes, submitting himself to Dain. Dain reeled out his tongue and lovingly licked every square millimeter of Joey’s face, paying extra attention to the boy’s soft lips.
Joey shivered with pleasure as the older boy dog-licked his face, wondering what he had ever done to deserve the privilege of knowing Dain. Technically this wasn’t sex, but to Joey it felt just as good. He felt loved, cherished, wanted; things he had forgotten how to feel, or didn’t think he even deserved to feel.
Finally Dain had finished the job he had set out to do, and he kissed Joey’s nose and his eyes before pulling back. “Does that meet with your approval, monsieur?” he asked, straightening Joey’s hair by using his fingers as a comb.
“I think maybe you missed a spot, Pierre,” Joey smiled coyly, opening his eyes to look at Dain. “Perhaps you should do it again?”
“Perhaps you enjoy it too much, young sir,” Dain teased.
“T’salright. I’ll wind up with tomato sauce all over my face by the time we’re done with the pizza,” Joey pointed out. “So you’ll just have to do it again after we’re finished eating,” he shrugged, smiling mischievously.
“I believe that will depend upon how well young sir tips,” Dain joked, hugging Joey to make it clear he was just playing with him. Joey hugged him back, allowing himself to forget that Dain was normally a customer.
“You might be surprised, Pierre. I tip pretty well for an American Brat,” Joey warned him playfully, returning tit for tat.
“We shall see about that, monsieur,” Dain nodded knowingly. He winked and switched back to his normal voice. “But for now maybe we should hike up the dock to the parking lot, so the pizza dude won’t have to try to find our boat in the dark. Last time it took him so long my pizza was cold,” Dain warned.
“Okay,” Joey grinned. “I’m up for a romantic stroll on the dock with Miami’s greatest German car mechanic,” the boy replied, using the opportunity to compliment his host. Dain smiled broadly at Joey’s kind words.
“And I am always up for a romantic stroll on the dock with Miami’s cutest and sweetest blond-haired, blue-eyed thirteen year old,” Dain replied, pocketing his keys and cell phone.
“Almost thirteen,” Joey corrected Dain softly, disregarding the ‘rule’ about not sharing personal information with customers. “Seven weeks until I turn thirteen,” he added, when Dain stopped to look at him.
“Cool!” Dain nodded. “Think maybe I’ll get invited to your party?”
“I was planning on stale donuts and watered-down Pepsi from the dumpster behind the Dunkin Donuts shop,” Joey warned him, more or less seriously. Dain took Joey’s hands in his own and fixed his gaze on Joey’s eyes.
“Not any more, buddy,” he said softly. “How about we do the pizza place with all the games in it? Then the ice-cream place at the mall? And then a shoot-em-up action movie at the big theater that has the new wide-screen thingee?” Dain suggested.
“Sounds expensive,” Joey replied neutrally, deciding Dain was serious.
“It’s a birthday gift, so you aren’t allowed to know what it costs,” Dain pointed out. “Fair enough?”
“It’s a deal,” Joey grinned, very happy to know that Dain planned to continue their relationship that far into the future. He took hold of Dain’s hand and shook it, sealing the deal, as it were.
They climbed out of the Scarab, and walked slowly along the dock back to the shore, holding hands the whole time as they talked about the different sorts of cars he worked on at the shop each week. When they reached the parking lot, they loitered around the bulletin board where the sodium vapor lamp lit the area with its pale pink glow.
The pizza delivery guy drove up about six or seven minutes later, double parking near the bulletin board. He jumped out with the insulated carrier containing the pizza and approached Dain and Joey.
“You guys from slip 125-B?” he asked them hopefully.
“That would be us,” Dain nodded. “Figured we’d save you the fun of looking up and down the docks in the dark for us!” he added with a smile.
“Wish they would all do that!” the delivery guy grinned, removing the pizza box from the carrier and handing it to Joey as Dain pulled cash out of his pocket. Dain handed the twenty dollar bill to the delivery guy. “Let’s see, seventeen forty-five, out of twenty,” he mumbled, working on the math in his head.
“Don’t sweat it,” Dain told him, waving him off. “The change is your tip, okay?”
“Thanks, Mister!” the delivery guy smiled, looking genuinely pleased.
“Don’t call him mister,” Joey advised the pizza guy. “He hates being called Mister!” Joey grinned.
“You just worry about not dropping our dinner, kiddo, and let the delivery man get on with his work,” laughed Dain, before the poor delivery guy could begin to apologize.
They delivery guy took off for his next stop, and Dain and Joey trotted back out to the boat, making haste so the pizza would not have time to get any colder. They boarded the boat, went below, and opened the pizza box on the small table.
“So what movie did you pick for us?” Dain asked, shoveling slices on pizza onto plates for them.
“Aliens,” Joey replied, showing the cover art to Dain. Dain looked at him funny. “What?” Joey asked, hoping he had not screwed up again.
“Why did you pick that one?” Dain asked seriously.
“Well, because it’s my favorite,” Joey shrugged honestly.
“Seriously?” Dain asked, looking very intense.
“Seriously,” Joey nodded, beginning to worry for real. “Why? What’s the matter?” he queried.
“Nothing is the matter,” Dain reassured him, regaining some animation. “It’s just that Aliens is MY favorite movie, too.” Joey suddenly knew why Dain was acting funny. What were the odds that they would both have the same favorite movie?
“I think it’s cool that we have the same favorite movie,” Joey stated, smiling.
“It’s more than cool,” Dain agreed, “it’s awesome!” He scooped up the two plates and joined Joey at the tiny table. Joey didn’t move over much, which made Dain have to sit right up against him, which was exactly why Joey didn’t move over much! Joey noticed that Dain wasn’t complaining, and decided that probably Dain liked being close to him just as much as he enjoyed being close to Dain!
Dain slid one of the plates over in front of Joey, deliberately giving his boy the slices with the most sausages and mushrooms. Joey noticed, and loved Dain all the more for it. Joey reflected briefly how much small simple things like that could make him feel so cherished; so wanted; so needed.
Dain poked the “play” button on the remote, and then held down the “volume up” button until he was satisfied that it was loud enough. The opening scene rolled as Dain and Joey filled their faces with gusto.
When they were both full, Dain set the pizza box aside and turned down the lights even lower. Then he stowed the table, so they could stretch out and relax. Finally he plopped down next to Joey again. Joey hit the play button to un-pause the movie, then curled up against Dain, resting his head on the older boy’s shoulder as if it was his right. To Dain, it was the boy’s right! He was thrilled to see ‘Austin’ making himself at home, and he slid his right arm around the boy’s shoulders and pulled him close, resting his right cheek on top of Joey’s head. Joey felt Dain cuddle up to him, and knew all was well. He snuggled against his friend, no longer even thinking of him as a client, and just enjoyed the movie AND the physical contact with the young man whom he was growing very much enamored with. Dain was just as happy and content as Joey, for the same reasons.
Finally, as the credits rolled, Dain spoke up. “Damn. Look at the time. It’s after eleven,” he stated.
“Already?” Joey replied. “I guess I’d better get going,” he sighed, disentangling his arms and legs from Dain’s, and beginning the hunt for the rest of his clothes.
Dain nodded, locating and donning his own t-shirt and deck shoes, watching as Joey did the same. He collected his keys, wallet, and cell phone, and they went topside, locking the hatchway behind them.
They walked reluctantly out to the DeTomaso and climbed in. Dain turned the key and the engine ground over and over, giving no hint of ignition. Dain feigned surprise, then irritation.
“Score two points for Henry Ford,” Dain grumped, snatching the keys out of the ignition in feigned anger.
“Who?” Joey asked.
“The dude who created the company that built the engine they used in this contraption,” Dain explained. “The only brand of electrical parts that’s less reliable is the British stuff made by Lucas Electrics,” Dain added, climbing back out of the car. “Well, I’m not going to chase electrical gremlins in the dark of night,” Dain said. “It will have to wait until tomorrow.”
“I can walk,” Joey shrugged, actually dreading the three-mile hike. “It isn’t that far,” he added, trying to keep Dain from feeling guilty.
“Austin, the Scarab sleeps four. You’re more than welcome to the port berth if you’d like to stay,” Dain offered, his heart pounding as he played his hand. “It’s got to be better than wherever you normally crash for the night,” he added softly.
Joey debated for a moment, then realized that this was what he had been hoping for the previous evening! “Thanks,” Joey said. “I’d like that.”
“Great! Let’s get some shut-eye, then,” Dain said, leading the way back to the Scarab. He dug out extra sheets, and made up the port berth (which doubled as the love seat during the day.)
They shed their shoes and clothes again, but retained their briefs, and then turned in. Dain tucked Joey in, kissed him gently on the forehead, and turned off the lights. Joey could not recall the last time anyone had tucked him in, and he had a hard time keeping back the tears when Dain kissed him good night. Dain settled down in his own bunk, in the bow, and relaxed. “Good-night, Austin,” he said softly.
“Good-night,” Joey replied. He wanted to tell Dain how much he loved him, but he was terrified that Dain would think he wasn’t serious. Meanwhile, Dain was wishing he could tell Joey how much he loved him, but was afraid too, for fear that the boy might not believe him. He wanted Joey to share his bed, but knew he didn’t have the guts to ask him.
Joey desperately wanted to sleep in Dain’s arms, but was not sure he had the balls to suggest this to Dain. His pessimistic side warned him that if he created such a situation, the teenager would undoubtedly take advantage of him. Joey thought about that for a minute, and came to the conclusion that if Dain wanted to take advantage of him, then he would willingly volunteer to be taken advantage of.
“Dain? Are you still awake?” Joey whispered.
“Yup. It always takes me a while to fall asleep,” Dain admitted, wondering what the boy had on his mind.
“Well, I was just wondering,” Joey hedged. “I’m kind of lonely over here all by myself. Would it be okay if I shared your bunk?” Joey asked, fear creeping into his voice. Dain felt his heart leap for joy in his chest!
“Of course, Austin!” he gulped. “That would be great!” Joey jumped out of his bunk and scampered forward to Dain’s berth in the bow. Dain held up the covers so Joey could slide in under them. Joey lay down beside Dain, reveling in the warmth radiating from Dain’s nearly nude body only inches from his own.
Dain was feeling the same joy that Joey was, loving the feeling of the boy’s warm body lying next to his. He was scared silly to ask the boy for any favors, but he knew he would never be able to sleep with the boy lying so close beside him. So he bravely marshaled all his courage, and cleared his throat. “Hey, Austin,” Dain whispered nervously.
“What?” asked Joey, half hoping Dain actually did want to take advantage of him.
“Would you like to cuddle a little? Until we fall asleep?” Dain asked, before he could chicken out. He felt like his heart was going to explode if the boy said no.
Joey felt like his heart was going to explode, too, it was so full of love for Dain. “I’d really like that,” Joey replied softly. “I’d like that a lot,” he added, rolling onto his side and scooting over to press his body against Dain’s.
Dain put his arms around Joey, and held him close, as Joey wrapped his arms around Dain and hugged him tightly. Dain gently stroked the smooth skin of Joey’s back with one hand, while the other slowly stroked Joey’s long, soft, silky hair. After a few seconds, Joey was doing the same for Dain.
Neither boy could believe how good it felt, both to give and to receive these simple tokens of affection from one another. Joey thought that this, truly, was heaven: that nothing could be better than this was. Dain’s thoughts were running in exactly the same venues; never before had he felt so completely contented and happy.
Joey snuggled his face into Dain’s neck contentedly, luxuriating in the tender touches from Dain’s hands. And his own hands continued to give Dain the same loving caresses as Joey copied Dain’s actions lovingly.
“Good night, Austin,” Dain whispered softly.
“G’night, Dain,” Joey whispered back warmly.
Joey had not had the opportunity to sleep in anything resembling a real bed in over a year, and the soft cushion under him, combined with the gentle rocking of the boat and Dain’s loving caresses quickly lulled him further and further from consciousness.
Their gentle caresses grew gradually slower and slower, until the pair drifted off to sleep, still locked in their embrace. For the first time in years, both Dain and Joey slept soundly and peacefully, their dreams free from any fear or anxiety.
In fact, they slept so soundly that when the sun finally peeked through the port-holes the next morning, the boys were still in each others arms, their bodies pressed together tightly.
Eight-thirty Saturday morning Dain finally woke up and blinked his eyes. Joey was literally wrapped around him with both arms and legs, his face nestled up against Dain’s neck. Dain smiled, and inhaled deeply of the boy’s scent, savoring the warmth of Joey’s body against his own. He simply lay there for fifteen or twenty minutes, wallowing in the contentment he felt. But after a while he decided to see if he could disentangle himself without waking the boy, as he wanted to surprise him with a hot, home-cooked breakfast. Very slowly, and very gently, Dain carefully disentangled Joey’s limbs from around his body. The boy moaned once, and sighed twice, but in the end was still asleep when Dain was finally standing beside the berth.
Dain grinned, and quietly set about creating breakfast. He fried bacon, and scrambled eggs, and then made toast, piling the food onto two plates before nudging Joey awake.
“Where am I?” Joey asked, still half asleep, and blinded by the sunlight streaming in through the small oblong portholes.
“Home,” Dain replied without thought. Joey sat up and looked at Dain in surprise.
“What did you say?” he asked, distracted by the powerful smells of fresh food.
“Breakfast,” Dain announced, dodging the question by handing Joey a fork. It had been a long time since Joey had awakened to a hot breakfast, much less a hot home-cooked breakfast, and he gladly dug into the meal with gusto born of too many mornings filled with cold coffee and stale donuts.
When they had finished eating, Dain washed the dishes and stowed them while Joey folded up the sheets and blankets, and straightened up the berth and love-seat. Dain was impressed that the boy did this without being asked, and even managed to stow the linens and pillows in the same spots Dain had removed them from the night before!
“You gonna’ fix the Pantera now?” Joey asked, as Dain opened the companionway to the cockpit. “I could hand you tools, or whatever,” the boy added nonchalantly, not willing to leave Dain’s company yet.
“Nah. I’ll do that later,” Dain shrugged, disconnecting the water and power lines from the Scarab. “Right now I feel the need - the need to ski,” Dain grinned, paraphrasing lines of dialog from the movie ‘Top Gun’.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind walking,” Joey hedged, digging his big toe into the plastic carpeting of the cockpit. Dain knelt down in front of Joey, caught the boy’s chin in his hand, and lifted his face until he was looking up into Joey’s beautiful pale blue eyes.
“Austin, if you take off, who’s going to steer this tub while I’m skiing?” Dain asked point-blank. Joey flinched, and locked his eyes onto Dain’s, his pupils going wide with surprise.
“I figured one of your friends was going with you,” Joey stammered, thinking Dain HAD to be teasing him.
“You’re my friend - aren’t you?” Dain asked hopefully.
“Well, sure, but...,” Joey stuttered. “You don’t mean you want me to drive your boat - this boat??” he asked. Dain just nodded. “You - you trust me that much?” Joey asked. Dain nodded again. Joey tried to express his gratitude, failed, and settled for giving Dain a long heartfelt hug instead (since they were outside in public, and he couldn’t get away with kissing him on the lips like he wanted to.)
“Good morning, Mr. Burnette,” called a voice. “How are you this bright sun-shiny morning?” Dain and Joey looked up and squinted at the elderly couple who lived in the sail-yacht moored in the next slip.
“‘Morning, Robinsons!” Dain replied cheerfully. “We’re quite well today. How are you folks doing?” Dain asked.
“Finer than frog’s hair,” Mr. Robinson assured him, the expression making Joey giggle in spite of himself.
“And who is your handsome tow-headed First-mate?” Mrs. Robinson enquired in her friendly, “doting aunt” way.
“This is my brother, Austin,” Dain explained, playing his hand. “Remember I told you that my attorney was trying to locate him? Well, they found him Tuesday, and right now they’re working on getting me custody.”
“Why, that’s wonderful,” Mrs. Robinson grinned. “Welcome to our little Marina community, Austin!”
“Thanks, Mrs. Robinson,” Joey replied, playing along. “Dain’s gonna’ teach me to water ski!”
“Outstanding!” Mr. Robinson cheered. After a few minutes of small talk, the Robinsons continued their trip to their station wagon.
“What was all that about us being brothers?” Joey asked.
“Remember our cover-story?” Dain reminded him.
“Oh. Yeah,” Joey agreed, disappointed and relieved at the same time.
Dain stepped to the controls and flipped several switches. Electric vent-fans whirred to life, filling the engine compartment with fresh air. He cycled the throttles, and checked neutral, then punched the port starter. The massive engine growled, then rumbled to life, the boat vibrating with the power. Joey couldn’t believe how loud the bass note of the engine was! Dain fired up the starboard engine and explained the gauges and controls to Joey while the engines warmed up.
When the oil temperatures had come up, they cast off and motored slowly out of the bay and into the Gulf. Once clear of the no-wake speed zone, Dain flipped the safety-cover off the supercharger clutch switch. He flipped the toggle and dual, high-pitched whine rose from the engine compartment. The manifold-pressure gauges went from Vacuum to Boost, and Dain opened the throttles. Joey clung to a railing, his long hair flying, his face glowing with his happiness and excitement. The day was off to a flying start.
Dain easily taught Joey the proper way to throttle and maneuver the Scarab, and emphasized the procedures for towing a skier. Joey got to ski first, so he could better understand how to control the boat for a skier. Soon they traded places, and Joey carefully controlled the large boat while Dain skied. They took turns skiing for about two hours, then paused long enough for lunch, and a short nap before restarting the engines and skiing for several more hours. It was after five when they finally returned to the marina with the fuel-gauges bouncing around near the “empty” marks.
Dain re-connected the water and power-lines to the boat after they had tied up, and cooked another skillet of hamburger helper while Joey sampled his music CD collection. Dain also cooked up a pot of mixed veggies, deciding they were probably hungry enough to need something to go with the casserole.
Joey secretly hoped Dain would suggest that they make love, as he had finally admitted to himself that he truly enjoyed making love with the older boy. He had already decided to make it another freebie if the subject came up.
Dain was thinking the same way about Joey, but was scared to take the initiative, for fear of spoiling the wonderful day they had shared by bringing up “business”: So neither of them suggested having sex.
After dinner, Joey continued his critique of Dain’s musical preferences, while Dain cleaned up the galley area. When Dain was finished with his chores in the galley, he turned to address Joey, but the boy was sound asleep on the love-seat.
Dain smiled, and covered his boy-friend with a sheet and a light blanket, then turned off the stereo. He very tenderly kissed Joey’s soft lips, turned off the lights, stripped down to his briefs, and climbed into his bunk in the bow.
Joey’s slow, steady breathing had a soothing effect on Dain, which seemed to alleviate his insomnia. He was soon fast asleep too.
Around midnight some large displacement-hulled boat wallowed past the Scarab’s berth, its wake sloshing the Scarab from side to side. The motion awoke Joey out of a dream. In his half-conscious state, reality and the dream ran together and became one. Joey clawed out from under the blanket, got his feet on the deck, and stumbled towards Dain, the only light in his life.
Joey crawled into bed with Dain and wrapped his arms around the older boy, trying to melt into him, and thereby hide from his nightmare. Dain had also been awakened by the other boat’s wake, and he gathered Joey into his arms.
“I dreamed, Dain,” Joey sobbed, still only half-awake. “I dreamed you didn’t want me any more - that you didn’t love me anymore. Oh, Dain...,” Joey cried, his lean body shaking with his sobs.
“Easy, Austin. Easy. It was only a bad dream. Everything’s okay now,” Dain assured him softly, gently stroking Joey’s back with one hand, and his long, soft hair with the other, calming him.
“I love you, Dain. I really do,” Joey whimpered, almost asleep again.
“And I love you, Austin,” Dain admitted, holding him tightly, rocking him gently. Joey held onto Dain for dear life, until he was finally asleep again. Dain kissed him on the lips, ever so gently, and slowly dozed off again.
Sunday morning Joey awakened around nine o’clock. He found himself in Dain’s arms, with his arms around Dain. He decided it felt good. Slowly his nightmare came back to him, including the words Dain had spoken to calm him. Joey snuggled closer, and dozed contentedly, on and off, until Dain woke up.
“Hi,” Joey smiled sheepishly, wondering how Dain would react to their unplanned closeness.
“Hi, sunshine,” Dain said, smiling in return. He tightened his embrace around Joey, pulling their nearly naked bodies close, hugging him warmly. Joey hugged him back, and nuzzled his face into Dain’s neck happily. Dain’s fingers trailed lightly up and down Joey’s back, and the boy shivered involuntarily with pleasure as Dain lovingly stroked his back.
Finally Dain eased his grip, and Joey reluctantly released him. “I gotta’ pee,” Dain explained, heading for the can. When he came out, Joey had set the table with bowls, milk, and Apple Cinnamon Cheerios.
“I don’t know how to cook,” Joey shrugged, as Dain joined him at the table. He poured cereal into each bowl.
“You’ll learn,” Dain assured him, pouring milk over the cereal, and then digging in. Joey did the same, and they each consumed two bowls before deciding they were full.
When he was finished, Joey drank the remaining milk out of his bowl, then fixed his gaze on Dain. “Now I want know the truth: why are you doing this for me?” Joey asked, point-blank, his arrogant, street-wise side insisting Dain must have some ulterior motive or agenda.
Dain flinched, and stared at Joey a moment. He swallowed the mouthful of cereal he had been chewing, sighed, and pondered a moment. “Alright, Austin. You’re right. You deserve to know the whole story,” Dain admitted. Joey leaned forward, his chin on his hands, and looked at Dain intently. Dain took a deep breath and launched into his life-story head first.
“When I was eleven, my Mom, Marge, died. And my Dad just didn’t come back home. I hung out for a couple days, waiting for him, but he never showed up. So finally I took off. I learned that the only way for a kid in Miami to survive on his own was to turn tricks, so that’s what I did,” Dain narrated. Joey sat up, surprised that Dain had sold his body on the street too. Dain continued, lost in his own memories. “So I lived on the street, and sold myself so I could survive. I kept that up ‘till I was sixteen. Most of the others I knew didn’t live that long. That’s why I went to Don’s. I got him to let me work there, sweeping up, fetching tools, and running errands. He taught me everything about cars. Now I’m his lead mechanic.
I saved up my money, and bought the DeTomaso from a customer who was tired of having it worked on so often. Then I took a week off and tracked down my Dad. I found him up in South Carolina, with a new wife, and new kids. I informed him that he owed me about $89,000.00 in back child-support, and if he didn’t pay up, I’d tell his new wife what he really was. He said he didn’t have the cash, but that he had just bought a Scarab 38 KV, which his family didn’t know about yet. He pointed out the boat was worth more than he owed me, and asked if I would take it instead of the money, and not screw up his new life. I checked out the boat, liked it, and accepted. He sold it to me for a dollar, and I drove it back home to Miami in two days. After I rented this slip for the boat, I rode a bus back to South Carolina, and drove the DeTomaso back home, too.
That was about a year ago; since then, nothing much has changed, except for Don promoting me to lead mechanic.”
“So where do I fit in?” Joey enquired, still skeptical.
“All the time I was turning tricks, I had only one wish: I wished that one of my customers would one day fall in love with me, and me with him, and he would take me home, and keep me as a son, and we’d be lovers forever. I kept hoping someone would. Nobody ever did.”
Joey swallowed uncomfortably: Dain had just repeated, verbatim, Joey’s own one most heart-felt wish!
“So I swore to myself that one day, when I was older, and on my own two feet, with a decent income, that I would go back to the park, and find a boy like I was. Someone I could love, who would love me back - who more than anything wanted a caring home. And I promised myself I would take him home, and earn his trust, and his love, and make his life good, and we’d be happy together, like I never was.” Dain stopped, and found that he was crying. Joey looked at him, an odd mixture of expressions on his face, his lower lip trembling. “Do you remember what I said last night, after you climbed in bed with me?” Dain asked softly, his voice cracking. Joey nodded slowly. “Well, I meant what I said, Austin. I love you - more than anyone – I always will. I want you to stay with me - be my long lost little brother. Nobody else ever has to know the truth,” Dain begged.
“What’s the catch?” Joey asked, his street-wise side trying to convince him that this was all too good to be true, and Dain couldn’t possibly love him as much as he loved Dain.
“You’d have to go to school, like a normal kid. Other than that, no catch,” Dain shrugged, confused.
“Suppose I said I would stay, but only if you promised no more sex?” Joey asked, his suspicious side wondering if Dain didn’t really just want a live-in fuck-boy. But Dain didn’t look angry, though. Nor hurt, even. Just sad, Joey thought, as they stared into each other’s eyes over the tiny table.
“I love you, Austin. I love making love to you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t,” Dain admitted. “Making you feel good, feeling your pleasure when you cum in my mouth, makes me feel wonderful,” Dain explained. “But if you don’t want to do it any more, I give you my word I will never touch you that way again, Austin. I promise you,” Dain swore, blinking tears out of his eyes. “I love loving you Austin - but I love YOU more. Do you understand?”
Joey finally realized then how much Dain really loved him: Enough to give up having sex with him, just so he would have the kind of home HE wanted. Dain was putting Joey’s needs and wants ahead of his own, the boy slowly realized. And the realization made the pessimist in him shrivel up and die in a matter of seconds. Suddenly free from this burden, Joey could finally see the huge sacrifices Dain was freely making in offering to take him in, and feed him, and clothe him, and give him schooling and medical care, in addition to his time, attention, and affection. And then he realized that he wasn’t worthy of any of this sacrifice - that he was really just street trash -and a prostitute - and a “Fag”, to boot.
“But I’m a hooker,” Joey whispered. “I’m street trash.”
“Don’t say that, Austin! You’re NOT trash! You’re the sweetest, most beautiful boy I have ever known! And I was a hooker, too, remember? I love you just because you’re you,” Dain choked. “That’s all that matters in this lousy world - that somebody loves you as much as you love them!” Dain insisted tearfully.
“You mean it?” Joey asked, his last defenses crumbling.
“Yes, dammit. I really love you, Austin,” Dain choked, wiping at his eyes in frustration. “More than myself, even.” He sniffed loudly, swallowed, and carefully looked Joey square in the eye. He finally saw the emotions running inside the boy - Joey was shaking, his whole life-style up in the air. “Last night,” Dain said slowly and clearly. “You said you loved me. Did you mean it?” he asked, cutting through to the core of it, knowing that in his half-wakened state the boy could not have lied.
Joey fidgeted, looking down indecisively. Dain let him think patiently. Finally he looked back up into Dain’s moist, questioning eyes. Something inside him snapped, and he felt hot tears pour from his eyes. “Yes!” Joey blurted out. “I do love you! ... since Thursday, I think! I was just afraid you didn’t….” Joey ran out of voice, and buried his face in his arms, ashamed of his tears.
Dain got up, came around the table, and sat down again next to Joey. He put his arms around the scared boy, and pulled him close, rocking him gently. Joey hugged him back, and buried his face against Dain’s neck, his tears running down Dain’s back.
Finally Joey settled down a little, and drew back far enough to look up into Dain’s face. “You really want me to stay with you, and be family?” he whispered.
“Yes, Austin,” Dain assured him gently. “I’ll have you as long as you want to stay with me. And when you grow up, and meet someone you love, someday, you’re free to leave, too.”
“If I stay, it’s gonna’ be forever,” Joey declared firmly. “‘Cause you’re my only friend, and I love you, and I need you, and I want you.” Dain looked surprised at this revelation, Joey noted happily. “And if you want me to stay you have to promise that we WILL make love, every night,” Joey informed him, smiling. “’Cause you make love to me because you love me, and that’s the best feeling in the world! And you’ll have to teach me everything there is to know, about EVERY sex act there is, ‘cause I want us to try ALL of them!” Joey insisted. “Agreed?” he asked hopefully.
“Oh, Austin!” whispered Dain, trembling involuntarily. “Your wish is my command,” he smiled. “We’ll do anything and everything your heart desires, Austin. I promise!”
“Then you’ve got yourself a lover - forever,” Joey informed him. “’Cause I don’t ever want to leave you.”
“I promise I’ll never leave you, either,” Dain swore.
“And I’ll never leave you,” Joey promised.
“Welcome home, soul-mate,” Dain said, hugging him tightly. “Welcome home.” Joey pulled him close and pressed his lips into Dain’s, his tongue delving deep into the other’s mouth.
When they finally came up for air, Joey fixed his eyes on Dain’s. Dain saw the boy still had something on his mind, so he held his tongue. Joey sighed. “I guess you know my real name isn’t Austin,” Joey admitted softly. Dain nodded knowingly. “I don’t really like my real name,” Joey confessed. “But I want you to know who I really am, since we’re sharing everything,” the boy explained. “My real name is Joseph Simon Boenton,” he stated.
“Nice to meet you,” smiled Dain, hugging Joey tightly. Joey hugged him back. Dain knew that the boy confessing his actual name was paramount to handing the older boy a live grenade: if Dain wanted to fuck him over, all he had to do was tell the boy’s real name to Social Services and turn him in. So it was a true test of trust for Joey to give him this piece of information.
“But you like being called Austin, don’t you?” Dain asked his lover gently.
“Sure. That’s why I chose it,” Joey shrugged.
“Then I’ll have the birth certificate and adoption papers made out with your name as Austin Simon Burnette,” Dain assured him, smiling gently.
“Uhm,” hedged Joey. Dain raised one eyebrow. “I think I would rather be Austin DAIN Burnette,” the boy requested softly, his eyes aglow with admiration.
“I think that can be arranged,” grinned Dain, leaning forward and kissing Joey on the lips again, deeply.
When they finally came up for air again, Dain gazed deep into Joey’s eyes. He saw they were full of love, and mischievousness, and lust! “I think we better do something to seal the deal,” Joey informed his new soul-mate.
“What would you suggest?” Dain asked, his cock stiffening smoothly as Joey’s fingers kneaded it expertly.
“I desperately want to make love to your butt-hole,” Joey lisped eagerly. “And then I want you to do the same to me! And no fair waiting until I get horny again, either!”
“Right after you’ve cum? When you aren’t horny anymore?” Dain asked, amazed and impressed.
“Yes!” Joey nodded excitedly. “Exactly!” he shivered, slipping Dain’s hand into his own swimming suit to grope Joey’s hard-on lustfully.
Dain was too thrilled to argue. “Whatever you say, Austin,” he agreed.
“Then find some K-Y, or veggie-oil,” Joey begged him. “Cause I wanna’ do you in the butt-hole! Now!” Joey lisped, standing and pushing down his shorts impatiently. Dain stood and shed his own shorts, shivering as hard as Joey.
Dain went to the berth in the bow, towing Joey along. He opened a cupboard, and Joey watched Dain pull out a big tube of K-Y Jelly. “Your wish is my command, Austin!” Dain grinned, giving the tube to Joey.
Shaking with anticipation, Joey skinned back his rock- hard penis with his left hand, then used the right to squirt a blob of K-Y onto it. Dain watched lustfully as Joey smoothly stroked the slippery jelly onto his flushed penis.
“Lie on your back, with your butt at the edge of the bunk,” Joey chattered anxiously, “ ‘an pull your knees up to your shoulders!” Dain promptly obeyed, assuming the position Joey had requested. Joey spread open Dain’s anus, inserted the tip of the tube, and injected a shot of K-Y up into the teen-ager’s hot asshole. He quickly set aside the tube and moved into position at the older boy’s buttocks.
“Do it, Austin!” begged Dain lustfully. “Put it in, buddy! Put it ALL the way in!” Joey nodded feverishly, and placed the tip of his glans at Dain’s pink sphincter. He paused a second, wondering briefly if he was dreaming. Too horny to think for long, Joey applied pressure and watched the sleek head of his penis sink slowly into Dain’s steaming rectum. It was very hot, and very tight, he noted, gasping with pleasure as his cock-head popped into the older boy’s heated hole. Joey had done this many times before - but never had he wanted it so much before. He realized with a start that this was because he had never done it with anyone who he was in love with - until now.
Dain had taken many other cocks in his anus before too - but this was the first time he really, truly WANTED it. His love for Austin was so strong that it made the discomfort of penetration pleasurable. Dain shivered with pleasure as Joey slowly forced all four inches of his rigid penis up into Dain’s tight canal. “Oh, YES, Austin!” sighed Dain, as Joey’s erect penis sank completely into him. “Put it ALL the way in, Austin!” begged Dain, reveling in Joey’s rapt facial expression. “Oh, God, I love you, you sweet, beautiful boy,” he sighed.
“Not as much as I love YOU!” lisped Joey, smiling warmly as he gripped Dain’s hips firmly with both hands. Slowly Joey withdrew almost 3 inches of his penis - then smoothly thrust it back into the older boy’s hot, wet hole. He and Dain shuddered with excitement. So Joey stroked it out and in again, straining to ensure that it went all the way in.
“That’s the way, Austin!” panted Dain eagerly. “Fuck me deep and hard, Austin!” begged Dain as the younger boy set up a slow, steady rhythm. “I love you SO much!”
“Oh, Dain!” gasped Joey. “This is SO good! You’re so good! I Love you, Dain, more than anyone, ever!” Joey panted, steadily pumping his rock-hard penis into Dain’s hot, tight anus. Joey could never remember anal sex EVER having felt SO GOOD, ever before. He wondered if everything was better when you did it with someone you Truly Loved.
The initial discomfort of being entered was long gone, and Dain marveled at how good it felt to have Joey’s stiff penis plunging rhythmically into his butt hole. His eyes roamed from the boy’s soft, smooth face, to his lithe, sleek chest, across his lean stomach, to his glistening, pistoning shaft. Then his eyes flicked back to Joey’s face, and repeated the trip, over and over.
Joey tried to control himself, and keep the speed of his strokes low enough that he could last for a while before reaching climax ... but the need to cum in his new soul-mate’s tight, gripping anus was too much for him to endure. “Can’t wait!” he groaned softly, speeding up his thrusting suddenly, as his will power collapsed. “Gotta’ make it CUM in you, Dain!” he gasped feverishly, his strokes growing shorter as they grew faster and faster.
“Go for it, Austin!” urged Dain lustfully. “Do it! Make it skeet your stuff way up inside me, Austin! Gimmie’ your jizz, Austin! Do me hard an’ fast ‘till you shoot your wad!” coached Dain breathlessly, as his partner’s strokes grew more and more frantic.
Joey squeezed his eyes closed in concentration as he lustfully rammed his flushed, swelling penis wildly into Dain’s steaming rectum. For an interminable eight or ten seconds, Joey hovered on the brink of “the point of no return”, his lithe body glistening with sweat as he rabbit- fucked his lover, his strokes very short, and very rapid.
“Yes, Austin, YES!” begged Dain hoarsely. “Do it! Get it off for me, Lover Boy! Make it cum in me, Austin!” lisped the older boy, watching the younger one’s face contort in ecstasy as the boy reached - and passed - the “point of no return”. Joey almost blacked out; the pleasure was so extreme when he finally came explosively in Dain’s tight hole. His lithe body went rigid, spasming forcefully with each powerful spurt of his pulsing penis. Never before had any climax so totally encompassed his entire being, Joey realized dimly, as he ejaculated his semen deep inside the older boys rectum. He counted not six, not seven, but EIGHT spastic squirts of his twitching penis as it forcefully shot his goop again and again. The pleasure was so great that he completely forgot to breathe the entire time he was wracked with orgasm.
In spite of its force and duration, Joey’s climax still gradually faded after fourteen or fifteen blissful seconds. Slowly his muscles relaxed, and he caught his breath. Smoothly he slid his slowly softening penis out of Dain’s hole, and its head retreated inside its snug foreskin. “Holy shit, that was good!” Joey whispered, smiling at Dain with glassy eyes. “An’ now it’s YOUR turn!” the boy suddenly remembered. “Trade places, Dain! Quick! While I’m still spent!” he insisted, pulling the older boy to his feet impatiently. Before Dain could protest, Joey had assumed the position on the edge of the bed, pulling his knees up to his arm-pits, spreading his ass cheeks wide and exposing his moist, pink rose-bud! “Hurry!” he urged the teen-ager, as Dain lubed his aching six-incher with plenty of K-Y jelly. Then he injected a shot of the juice up into the boy’s tight anus, too. Both boys were trembling uncontrollably as Dain got into position to enter Joey’s anus.
“Are you sure, Austin?” Dain hedged. “Wouldn’t you rather wait ‘till you’re horny again?” he asked, still concerned for his beloved boy’s comfort.
“No, Dain! I need to prove to you - and me - how completely I love and trust you! Do me in the butt! Now! Right after I’ve just cum, and aren’t horny at all! Do it Now, Dain. Please?” begged Joey plaintively.
“Oh, Austin,” moaned Dain. “You are so awesome!” the older boy added, guiding the fat swollen head of his thick six inch erection to the smaller boy’s pink sphincter. Joey felt its hot tip touch his rose-bud, and willingly relaxed the muscles there, to ease the penetration. The older boy pushed gently but firmly, and Joey felt his bung-hole dilate to admit the glans of Dain’s hardened pecker.
Dain felt hot tightness envelop his cock-head as it popped into young Joey’s heated butt-hole. It had been several years since he had last taken anyone in the rear, and he had forgotten how good it felt. “Put it ALL in, Dain!” Joey insisted, when the older boy didn’t immediately insert all six inches of his shaft. “Before I get horny again!” begged Joey, his teeth chattering. Dain decided to fulfill his lover’s wishes, and promptly set to work forcing the full length of his erect penis into the younger boy’s hot, tight anus. Dain writhed in pleasure as the full length of his tool was steadily engulfed by the wet heat of Joey’s tight rectum.
“Fuck me HARD an’ DEEP!” begged Joey. Dain felt Austin contract his rectal muscles, as the boy’s hole squeezed the teen-ager’s aching prong. Dain’s lust took over, and he went to work, smoothly pumping the full length of his swelling penis into Joey’s hot, wet anal canal. The boy winced each time Dain reached full penetration, but Dain resisted the urge to ease up. “OH, yes, Dain!” whimpered Joey. “Harder! Harder! It hurts so GOOD!” Joey moaned softly. Dain’s lust was building steadily, and he was by now quite willing to comply with Joey’s orders, plunging his rigid penis into Joey’s body faster and deeper and harder, as his excitement rapidly gained momentum.
Dain only lasted about two minutes. By that point he was so horny he knew he could no longer resist the urge to cum! “Get ready, Austin!” he panted. “It’s fixin’ to shoot my goop in your ass!!” Dain managed to grunt, as he rapidly approached the “point of no return”, his pumping growing frantic as he neared release.
“Yes, Dain!” Joey agreed huskily. “Oh, Yes! Fill my butt-hole with your SPERM, Dain! Please!” begged Joey. About ten seconds later, Dain granted his boy’s request. His body spasmed forcefully as his orgasm took over his systems, firing seven thick gobs of semen Deep inside Joey’s tight, steaming anus! Both boys grunted passionately with each spurt of Dain’s pulsing penis, his balls slapping against the younger boy’s body as he entered him fully with each spurt.
Dain couldn’t believe how totally fantastic this orgasm was - ten times better than any hand-job he’d ever given himself! Even the times that he and Paul had swapped ass, some five and a half years ago, had not even been close to THIS.
Joey held his breath as he felt Dain achieve orgasm, tensing his anal muscles to maximize his feel of each spurt of the teenager’s pulsing penis as it shot his load inside him. Never before had he ever enjoyed getting fucked in his ass - but this was totally different. And awesome, he noted, as Dain’s orgasm began to taper off.
Dain’s orgasm was over all too soon, and he deftly slipped his rapidly softening prong out of his partner’s anus. He reflected sadly that HIS didn’t have a nice prepuce to retreat into, like Austin’s did.
Joey saw that Dain’s eyes looked glassy, he was so overwrought by his explosive release. Joey reached up, caught Dain by the arms, and pulled him gently but firmly down atop himself. The older boy complied, and slid down into Joey’s arms. Joey held him close, and kissed him deeply, his tongue lazily exploring the inside of the teen’s mouth.
After a few moments, Dain’s arms encircled Joey’s body, and his mouth began to respond to Joey’s movements as he slowly regained his senses. After half a minute Dain embraced Joey tightly and then rolled over onto his back, rolling the younger boy atop himself, knowing he was too heavy to be the one on top. They kissed leisurely and lovingly for many long minutes before they came up for air.
“I love you, Dain,” Joey whispered, his lips still touching Dain’s.
“As much as I love you?” Dain asked mischievously, his fingers lightly stroking Joey’s back.
“More, I think,” Joey smiled, his eyes twinkling with happiness.
“I think we should call it a tie. Even Steven,” Dain suggested diplomatically.
“Well, okay, I suppose,” Joey giggled, seeing his point, and kissing each of the older boy’s cheeks lightly. “Thank you,” he added suddenly.
“For what, exactly?” Dain wondered, hugging his boy securely.
“For finding me. For wanting me. For loving me. For everything,” Joey explained awkwardly. Dain smiled lovingly, pulled Joey’s face down to his and kissed his lips tenderly.
“You are ever so welcome, dear one,” he whispered softly. “And thank you, Austin,” Dain added firmly.
“For what?” Joey wondered, genuinely unsure.
“For coming home with me every night last week. For making it with me. For loving me. For staying with me. For everything,” Dain explained equally awkwardly. Joey smiled lovingly and kissed Dain’s lips warmly.
“You’re very, very welcome,” Joey assured him softly.
“So what would you like to do with the rest of the day?” Dain wondered, his fingers resuming their exploration of Joey’s back.
Joey thought for a moment, squinting in concentration. “You know the swimming area, at the park?” he asked finally. Dain nodded. “Well, I have always watched boys there, swimming with their dads, or uncles, or grandpas, or brothers. And I always wished it was me swimming there with someone like that.” He paused to kiss Dain on the tip of his nose. “Would ya’ like to go swimming, big brother?” Joey asked.
“I would love to!” Dain assured him, smiling. “Should we pack us a picnic lunch to eat while we’re there?” he suggested.
“Yeah!” Joey cheered. “That would be awesome!” he added, thrilled that Dain was pleased with his idea.
“It’s a date, then!” Dain grinned, rolling over on top of Joey and pinning him down with his weight. Joey grunted, but never stopped smiling. “Okay if we make a little pit stop on the way there?” the older boy asked mysteriously.
“Sure, no problemo,” wheezed Joey, giggling. “Whuffo?” he wondered.
“I have been scoping out this radio controlled speedboat, at the hobby shop on Fifth Street. I think we should cruise over there and buy it for us to play with at the beach!” Dain explained.
“You don’ hafta’ buy me ‘spensive toys,” Joey protested.
“Fine, I’ll buy it for me, then!” teased Dain, still keeping the boy pinned.
“Okay, you win! You can buy me stuff,” Joey laughed, panting. Dain grinned and lifted most of his weight off of Joey.
“We’ll compromise,” he chuckled. “I’ll buy stuff for us!” he proposed.
“Deal,” Joey nodded, grinning widely.
“Then we best find our swimming trunks and whip up some liverwurst and banana sandwiches,” Dain suggested, getting to his feet and pulling Joey up with him.
“Are you sure you’re supposed to put bananas and liverwurst on the same sandwich?” Joey wondered, making a face at Dain.
“You have a better idea?” Dain asked, unable to hide his amusement.
“Yeah,” Joey giggled, realizing Dain was teasing him again. “Grape jelly goes with the liverwurst, and dill pickles go with bananas! Everybody knows that!” the boy stated, trying not to laugh.
“Okay, you win!” sighed Dain, wrapping his boy in a bear hug. “How’s about peanut butter and jelly, then?” Dain proposed, hugging Joey firmly.
“I don’t care what kind of sandwiches we make,” Joey assured Dain. “As long as I eat them with YOU!” he clarified, returning the hug.
“Oh, Austin,” sighed Dain, burrowing his face into Joey’s hair. “I love you so much!” he swore passionately.
“I love you, Dain. More than I’ve ever loved anybody, ever,” Joey replied, still awed by his new brother’s capacity for caring and affection.
“I am so lucky to have you,” Dain stated emphatically.
“Not as lucky as I am to have you,” Joey replied, nipping Dain’s earlobe with his teeth playfully.
“Ooh, just for that we’re going to stop at the Sub Shoppe and get a couple foot-long cold-cut combos!” Dain decided, kissing both of Joey’s cheeks.
“Let’s go!” Joey agreed, fumbling around on the deck for his shorts. He found Dain’s first, and handed them to his lover. Dain grinned and shucked the shorts onto his lean muscular frame. Joey did the same with his shorts, and then donned his sandals too. Dain found his own flip-flops, as well as his keys, wallet, and cell-phone.
“Guess we better take shirts, or they won’t let us into the Sub Shoppe,” Dain sighed, scooping up his Scarab tee-shirt.
“Sure, but why put them on until we get there, huh?” Joey shrugged, picking up his own shirt.
“Good point,” Dain grinned, leading the way to the hatch which lead to the cockpit. They went topside, and Dain locked the hatch behind them. He vaulted up to the dock, and pulled Joey up by one hand, swinging him like a sack of potatoes. Joey giggled with glee as Dain swung him up onto the dock.
“Last one to the car is a rotten egg,” Dain teased, ready to sprint.
“Hey, wait a second,” Joey said, stopping in his tracks.
“What?” Dain wondered, stopping and going to Joey.
“We can’t go anywhere until you fix the car, remember?” the boy recollected.
“Yes, well, that won’t take a second or two,” Dain confessed. “I sort of know what’s wrong with it.” Joey cocked his head to one side to show his puzzlement. “Well, you see, when I went out Friday night, to get the sodas, I sort of pulled a wire off of the ignition coil, so the engine couldn’t start,” Dain admitted, blushing.
“So you could talk me into sleeping over?” Joey asked knowingly.
Dain nodded, ashamed now. “Are you mad?” he asked sheepishly.
Joey thought about it for about three seconds before he replied. “No, I’m not mad. I’m happier than I have ever been before! And it’s because of you! And your little loose wire! So, no, I’m not mad! I’m glad!” Joey grinned, slapping Dain on the back. “Last one to the car is a week-old dog-turd!” he cried, before sprinting off down the dock, towards the parking lot.
“You cheat!” laughed Dain, chasing after him, yet making sure he would not quite catch up to his boy before he reached the car.
( and they lived happily ever after! ) ( the end )
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