As Jimmy floundered in the ocean, his exhausted body bobbed in and out of the water.  A small fishing boat was headed in his direction.  There were two young fishermen aboard the small craft.  Luis and Jorge were first generation Americans, descended from hard-working Guatemalan immigrants.  They had known each other since birth, and when they turned fifteen, they became lovers.

Luis saw the body first, but he wasn’t sure what it was.

“There’s something floating over there,” he informed Jorge.

Jorge took one look, and yelled, “I think it’s a body.” 

He headed the boat toward Jimmy, and the two experienced fishermen plucked him out of the water.

“I don’t think he’s breathing,” Jorge said.

“You’re right,” Luis agreed. 

He fell to his knees and began CPR.  It took a few minutes but he was successful.  Jimmy spat out a bucket of water, and began to gasp for air, but he did not wake up.  He slept for several hours.  By the time he awakened the boat was far out to sea, and night was coming on.

**********

Just a short time before his rescue, Jimmy stared out the window of his father’s chauffeur-driven automobile.  It was purring its way to Southold, Long Island, where his family had rented a house for the summer.  All he could see was a bleak, sandy landscape, and a cloudless sky.  I’m going to hate it here, he thought, and then he went into a deep funk.

When the Reilly family arrived at their rental vacation home in Southold, their chauffer, and the maid/cook they brought with them, unloaded their suitcases and brought them upstairs to the two bedrooms which the family would occupy.  The mansion had seven bedrooms in all, and each one had a private bath.  Five bedrooms would go unused, unless the Reillys had company.  The maid and chauffer, a married couple, then brought their own gear to the maid’s room downstairs.  When everything was in place the chauffer parked the BMW-X5 in the garage, and out of the sun.

While all this activity was going on, Jimmy Reilly, 16, the only son of the immensely wealthy Ronald and Nancy Reilly, stripped to his jockey shorts, and ran to the ocean.  He preferred swimming in the ocean to swimming in the Olympic-size swimming pool in the back of the mansion.  He didn’t bother to tell the busy adults where he was going.

He plunged into the cold waters of The Atlantic Ocean.  Swimming was Jimmy’s passion.  He loved swimming above all other sports or activities, because it was an individual sport and not a team endeavor. Lost in the joy of his sport, he just kept swimming farther and farther out.  He found the swim to be exhilarating after the long and confining car ride.  Finally, he came up for air, and looked toward the shore.  He could barely see the shoreline.  He had no idea he had swum so far out.  Fortunately, he did sight the rented mansion.

He turned around to begin his trip back.   Swimming against the tide, the ocean seemed to be fighting him.  He found himself making very little progress.  He realized that he was caught in an undertow and he panicked.  The harder he swam, the less progress he made. Finally, completely exhausted, he allowed himself to drift away.

**********

Nancy Reilly almost died giving birth to Jimmy.  The doctors warned her not to have any more children.  As a result, Jimmy was pampered from birth.  All his needs were attended to by servants, and he became a spoiled and demanding boy, at least at home.  He was completely different in school.  There, he tried to make himself inconspicuous, shy and retiring.  Jimmy’s flaw was not a secret to him, but it wasn’t until he was a teen that he realized his problem.  He was definitely on his way to being gay, and he was terribly ashamed of it.  That’s why he didn’t want to be with other boys.  He feared that he would betray himself.

The expensive private school he went to was rife with homosexual activity, not only among the students, but among the faculty as well.  It was not uncommon for students and faculty to mix and match.  Jimmy may have been aware of this active gay scene, but in fear, he chose to ignore it.

**********

When he woke up on the boat, Jimmy asked the stereotypical question.  “Where am I?” 

“We pulled you out of the ocean,” Luis said.  “You were nearly drowned.”

“Well, thanks for that, but take me home now,” the spoiled brat ordered.  He didn’t even say please.  That magic word was not in his vocabulary.

“That won’t be possible,” Luis said.  “We are under contract with a seafood purveyor to harvest a haul of striped sea bass in less than two weeks.  We must honor that contract; our livelihood is at stake.”

Jimmy raised his voice, and actually shouted.  “I can’t be on this crate for two weeks.  I demand that you take me home.”

“It’s not going to happen, sonny, so relax,” Jorge said, obviously quite annoyed.  “If the catch is good, we’ll need extra help.  You look like a strong boy, and you can help us,” he said.

Jimmy began to pout.  Pouting was a ploy which worked with his parents, but not with these fishermen.  I’ll never help you, he thought, but at least his instinct told him to keep his thoughts to himself.  There was no way he would work on this boat.  They couldn’t make him.

“I’ll have you both arrested for kidnapping,” Jimmy said, never losing his sullen demeanor.  “My parents must be worried sick.  I’ll bet you sent them a ransom note.”

The two men broke out laughing.

“We’ve informed The Coast Guard that you’ve been rescued, and that we’ll be out to sea for at least two weeks.  Your parents won’t worry.”

Luis handed Jimmy a bowl.  “Here,” he said, “I made you some chicken broth.  It will help clear your lungs.  It’ll hold you over until dinner.  We’re having franks and beans.”

Jimmy knew that it was physically impossible for the broth to clear his lungs, but it might help settle his stomach.  He took the broth, and began to sip it, since he had not been offered a spoon.

“You’re welcome,” Luis said, even though Jimmy had never said thank you.

Jorge gave Jimmy some clothes to wear, a pair of cargo shorts and a tee shirt.  It was the first time Jimmy realized that he was naked. Somehow, during his ordeal, he had lost his jockeys.  He put the shorts on commando style.  They were way too big on him.  As soon as he dressed, the men took him to a tiny galley.  There was only room enough for one small table and two stools.  His rescuers sat at the table, and handed Jimmy a bowl with a spoon.

“Where can I sit?” he asked.

“You can stand, or sit on the deck; your choice,” Luis said.

Jimmy was forced to eat standing up.  He had been fed gourmet meals his entire life and the ‘garbage’ he was eating did not go down easily.  His standing position gave him the opportunity to look around.  He saw two small berths aft of the galley.  He reckoned that Luis and Jorge would sleep there, so where was he to sleep?

Much to his shock, after dinner the two men stripped naked.  They offered Jimmy one of the berths.  “We only use one,” Jorge said.  “It makes it easier for us to fuck each other.”

Jimmy’s mouth hung open.  They were gay, and so was he.  It was his opportunity to come out at last and perhaps to have male sex.  He had a new attitude about his perceived bondage.  Moreover, both fishermen were exceptionally well endowed, and Jimmy’s mouth watered.  He sprang a boner, which had to be obvious to the men, and they started to laugh.

“Maybe you’d like to join us?” Luis asked.

Of course he did, but he pretended to be insulted.  He lay down on the berth, and turned away from the other men, but not before stripping naked.

**********

Just about the time Jimmy’s parents were beginning to panic, they could swear they heard The Ode to Joy sounding throughout the house.  It was the customized ringtone of the ornate bell on the front door.

“That must be the police,” Ronald said. 

He had called them to report Jimmy missing about a half hour earlier.  When he opened the door, he was shocked to see two Coast Guard officers standing there.  He began to hyperventilate in sheer panic.  He believed they were going to report that they had found his son’s body.  He asked them to come into the house.

They saw the fear on his face, so one of the officers said quickly, “Your son is fine, Mr. Reilly.  Somehow he swam too far out to sea, but a fishing boat picked him up.  They reported that he is doing well and he is healthy.”

“Thank God,” Nancy said.  “How soon will they bring him back?”

“I’m afraid not until they complete their catch.  They estimate two weeks,” the officer said.

Nancy looked imploringly at her husband.  “Maybe we can send out a boat to bring him home.”

“We’ll talk about it,” Ronald said.

He offered the men some refreshments, which they declined.  He thanked them, and they left.

Ronald Reilly was a self-made man.  He had worked his butt off building a string of motels on every interstate clear across the country.  “Reilly’s Inn” was a household name.  He was aware of how spoiled and pampered his son was.  Nancy had made him that way, but Ronald was too busy to interfere.

It occurred to him that two weeks at sea, watching how hard other men labored to make a living might be an excellent learning opportunity for Jimmy.  He even hoped that they would put him to work.

“So,” he said to Nancy, “I think this sea voyage will be a wonderful thing to expose Jimmy to.  Imagine, two weeks on the briny without expensive cruise prices.  I really think we should allow him to have this once-in-a-lifetime adventure.”

Nancy was dubious, but she acquiesced to her husband’s wishes.

**********

The boat’s sleeping quarters were very dark, but moonlight streaming through a small porthole slightly illuminated the compartment.  Jimmy didn’t want to look, but he was compelled to.  Luis and Jorge fell into a sixty-nine position on the narrow berth.  They were on their sides.  At first they just fondled each other, but as they got harder and harder, they started to lick each other’s cocks.  After a short while, Jorge jumped up.  Luis rolled onto his stomach.  Jorge took a tube from a shelf and started to coat his cock with something he squeezed out of it.  He mounted Luis and entered him as a dog mounts a bitch. 

Jimmy’s cock could not be harder.  He was frenzied and certainly not thinking clearly.  Perhaps it was his near drowning, or perhaps it was the scene playing out before him, but irrationally he jumped out of bed.  He ran to his two rescuers and placed his cock close to Jorge’s mouth. 

Jimmy was fully mature.  His hard, uncut cock, stretched out for seven fat inches.  When Jorge saw the morsel being offered to him, he gobbled it up.  Jimmy’s youth betrayed him.  Before he could enjoy and savor the moment, he came.  Jorge hungrily swallowed everything he sucked out of Jimmy’s prick.

A threesome was a new experience for Jorge.  He became so aroused that he came right after Jimmy.  Jorge had never cum so fast.  His shrinking cock fell out of Luis’s asshole, leaving Luis perplexed and unsatisfied.  He complained to Jorge about it, and demanded to be finished off.  Much to the shock of both men, it was Jimmy who pounced on Luis’s cock and sucked him to Nirvana.  Jorge took a towel and cleaned up all three of them.

“Go to sleep now,” he said.  “Tomorrow we’ll reach our destination and there’ll be lots of work to do.”

Jimmy’s head swam with mixed emotions.  He sure as hell didn’t want to work, but on the other hand, he didn’t want to jeopardize the sexual paradise he had fallen into.  He realized that the most expedient course for him to take was to make the best of the situation. He would think of it as a grand adventure, and something to talk about in later years.  Strangely, these thoughts were not unlike his father’s thinking, when he decided not to send out a rescue ship.

The next day was a busy day.  The fishermen taught Jimmy how to throw the nets overboard, and how to manipulate the winch to bring them back aboard the ship when they were full of fish.  They used both the port and starboard sides of the boat.  Then Jimmy helped them remove the covers from two holds on each side of the deck.  Beneath the covers he peered into two spacious areas which were filled with ice.

“We’ll throw the fish in here,” Luis explained, “and when both holds are filled, we’ll return home.” 

That was music to Jimmy’s ears, and he prayed that the two holds would fill up quickly.  As good as that day’s fishing proved to be, the holds were still nearly empty when they quit for the day.  Now Jimmy knew why the fishermen estimated two weeks.

That night, another new experience occurred for all three of them.  Luis and Jorge taught Jimmy how to fuck and be fucked.  He had the pleasure of being in the middle on the first round.  All three of them were too young to last long, so there were no more rounds that evening, but they agreed to switch positions in the nights to come.  Jimmy experienced a new emotion, and he was amazed.  He realized that he didn’t want the adventure to end.

He actually enjoyed the hard work during the day.  Luis and Jorge would sweat, and rivulets of beaded water ran down their chests.  The sight of all that manly sweat aroused Jimmy, and he couldn’t wait for the bedroom games to begin.

The two weeks came to an end way too fast for Jimmy, and one morning Jorge headed the boat for home.  He wired ahead, and Jimmy was sure that his parents would meet them at the dock.

There was no fishing on the trip home, and Jimmy had lots of time to meditate about his adventure.  It occurred to him that when he finally allowed his belligerence to fade away, he thoroughly enjoyed the hard work.  Also, he fell in love with Luis and Jorge.  At least, he thought of it as love, but it was pure lust.  He no longer looked down on people who performed manual labor.  In fact, he respected them.

Somehow he felt that this experience marked his crossing into manhood.  He vowed to come out to his parents, and he swore that he would ask his father to let him work in his office whenever his school schedule allowed.  He wanted to learn the business, and give his dad more leisure time.  He could now appreciate how hard his dad worked.

Before they reached the dock, all three men embraced and kissed each other.  As expected, Jimmy’s parents met them at dockside.  Ron Reilly had clothing in his hands for Jimmy.  Luis and Jorge had to stay on the boat to supervise the crating and delivery of the catch, so Ron came aboard.  He handed Luis a wad of bills.

“What’s this for?” Luis asked.

“For Jimmy’s room and board.”

“It’s not necessary,” Luis said.  “He more than earned his keep with hard work.”

Those words could not make Ron happier.  Nevertheless, he insisted that the men take his money.  It turned out to be more than what they earned for their catch.

Before leaving the boat, Jimmy shook their hands, and thanked them for rescuing him.  He didn’t ever expect to see them again, but when Jorge invited him to join them on future trips, if he was of a mind to, he thought that maybe their paths would cross again.  It sounded like a good idea to him.

Posted: 08/24/18