Marooned
by: justjames17
(Copyright 2005 -2007 by the author)

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Chapter 46

The sudden wind change and resultant strong squall drove the Wanderer away from the crew enjoying a swim in the warm waters, leaving Brian, Wayne, Jamie, Stuart and Timmy struggling in the rapidly rising seas while Jeff helped Shaun and Donny over the side from where they clung to the boarding ladder after throwing the two lifebuoys over the side for the swimmers. Shaun immediately set about shortening sail as he tried to keep sight of the bobbing heads as the ketch sailed on leaving them far behind in her wake, Donny and Jeff assisting where they could. They gradually reduced sail and turned the heavy old boat about trying to reverse course back to where their friends floundered about trying to stay afloat in the washing machine like seas.

The Wanderer had travelled quite a few kilometres before they succeeded in bringing her under control and turning her about, now they had the long slow return, tacking into the wind slowly praying everyone would be ok. The building seas crunched into the bows as spray flew high drenching the lads as they peered ahead searching the confused churning white waters on both quarters looking for the swimmers. Jeff was turning green from the swooping motion and was shivering with the cold as the gale blew over his saturated body, he soon began retching and throwing up as he fell to his knees clinging to the guard rail with his head over the side. Salt water deluged over the distressed tourist adding to his misery as Wanderer corkscrewed through the rapidly building seas.

Some time passed as the old ketch gradually drew closer to the area where the squall had hit them, Donny yelled loudly against the wind one arm pointing to the port side of the bow as Wanderer buried her bowsprit deep into a roller which charged over her side and nearly swept the ill Jeff overboard only his terrified grip on the rail saved him from joining the swimmers. Shaun peered through the spray to where Donny pointed and saw briefly a flash of orange as a lifebuoy bobbed over a wave crest to vanish into the deep trough behind. He turned the old craft bow into the wind and hit the starter button of the engine as Donny began lowering what sail was still set.

The faithful little engine coughed and spluttered belching black smoke but soon it settled down and began pushing the heavy hull towards where the lifebuoy was seen. The yacht shuddered under the continual assault as comber after comber crashed over her bows to surge along her deck before running over the sides in cascading waterfalls. Jeff now feeling better as the yacht began to move under power again pulled himself to his feet peering into the gale eyes watering from the cold, he picked out the lifebuoy and saw two heads beside it as the lads clung to it in a life and death struggle with the elements.

The Wanderer slid closer crashing into the now meter and a half surf as she inched closer, Jeff and Donny manned the rail as the yacht approached the exhausted swimmers. Jeff recognised it was his friends James and Stuart, Donny and he reached out to the boys as the yacht hovered on a wave, they grabbed the lads hands and as Wanderer dropped into the trough they pulled and lifted the two exhausted lads over the side along with the lifebuoy and laid them on the wet water sloshed deck. Both lads were suffering from hypothermia and began to vomit up salt water as Donny and Jeff dragged them towards the stern and into the cockpit before returning to the bows once again to continue the search for Brian, Wayne and Timmy.

They motored on towards the looming cliffs without seeing a trace of the missing guys, Shaun waited for a lull in the seas and quickly spun the helm thrusting the engine to full power trying to get Wanderer turned about before the next set of huge rollers. The yacht began to turn sluggishly at first as she fought the current and wind slowly the bows crept to starboard moving ever so slowly across the tall granite grey cliffs. Wanderer dragged herself against the pummelling pounding seas struggling to come around as the seas began to build again suddenly she was hit by a huge backwash from the cliffs which helped swing her bow out and away she now began the long backtrack in search of the missing Brian, Wayne and Timmy.

Shaun was wracked with guilt; he had been so upset and angry with his missing father now maybe he was dead along with his boy friend and poor young Timmy. Shaun was desperate to find Brian and make it up to his dad, to tell him he loved him and that it didn't matter if he wanted Wayne in his life. His eyes darted back and forth searching the surf, Donny and Jeff clung to the stays up forward searching and wiping salt spray from their inflamed stinging eyes as the yacht crept along rolling and burying her bows.

The sun was lowering in the west behind the headland and the light was beginning to fade, Shaun poked Jamie in the ribs as he lay on the deck of the cockpit shivering, the lad looked up at Shaun who asked if he could operate the radio. Jamie shrugged and Shaun told him what channel to turn to and how to call the Coast guard at Eden, Jamie staggered below and switched on the radio adjusting it to the emergency channel and making a distress call, he waited hearing nothing but static then called again, no answer he tried several more times before turning to the hatch and telling Shaun there was no answer. Shaun cursed and said. "Ok James we must be too close to the cliffs our radio calls aren't getting through to the base from here. It is probably a dead spot. We'll just have to keep searching by ourselves."

They continued struggling along searching and finally well away from where they estimated the squall hit in the growing gloom Jeff spotted a faint light flash, Shaun turned towards the direction and again there was the flash of a strobe light. Shaun yelled, "It's the lifebuoy guys we've found them."

The yacht manoeuvred close and there were Brian and Wayne supporting Timmy as they clung to the buoy, Shaun steered closer and turned upwind then slipped the engine out of gear to drift back towards the swimmers. Wanderer rolled heavily as she drifted beam on to the surging seas closing the gap quickly and soon the guys were in reach and the lads pulled Timmy aboard then helped Wayne who Brian pushed towards them. He flopped limp on the deck as Donny and Jeff dropped him and reached out to Brian who was almost submerged as his cold hands let go of the buoy. Jeff having longer arms strained to get a hold of the man before he drifted into the depths, he felt Brian's hair as his fingers brushed across his head, he tightened his grip grabbing the man's hair almost tearing it out as a wave crashed over them trying to tear Brian away.

Donny grabbed hold of Jeff as he was nearly pulled over the side and between the two of them they pulled Brian's inert body onto the deck, Donny began CPR on the unconscious man and soon Brian coughed and spluttered bringing up a salty drool from his lungs. Brian groaned shivering uncontrolled as Shaun turned the ketch back towards the entrance to Twofold Bay, He told Stuart to go below and Donny and Jeff dragged Timmy, Brian and Wayne down into the cabin as Wanderer crashed through the surf semi submerged most of the time as she made her slow return under power.

The turned into the wide entrance rolling gunnels under gradually she reached calmer water as she chugged further into the shelter and eventually she motored into the harbour and tied up to the wharf. Below decks the guys were all huddled together trying to get warmth back into their chilled bodies as they drank hot tea laced with some rum, they felt the change in motion as Wanderer reached calm waters and then heard the gentle grinding thump as she nudged against the wooden piles of the wharf. The engine stopped and they heard the lads on deck as they ran to get the mooring lines ashore, Brian struggled to his feet and shuffled to the ladder a towel around his shoulders for warmth as he poked his head out to see Shaun seated slumped at the helm eyes closed, exhausted from the stress of the afternoon.

Brian reached out his hand and rested it on his son's knee; Shaun sat up opening his red-rimmed eyes and looked at his father, he was stony faced at first but as Brian spoke the boy began to weep. Brian said, "Shaun we all owe you our lives, without your expert handling of Wanderer and persistence we would all have drowned. I'm so proud of you son."

Shaun fell to his knees in the cockpit and hugged Brian through the hatch, his young body rocked with the deep sobs as he wept. He finally croaked out, "Dad I'm so sorry for all the mean things I said to you and the spoilt brat way I've been behaving towards you and Wayne. When I thought I'd lost you I nearly died, dad I'm so sorry I need you so much in my life."

Brian hugged the boy to him cheek to cheek and both wept together as Donny and Jeff appeared from up on the wharf, the two lads stood watching the father and son making up and both looked on with tears in their eyes. Brian looked up at the lads and said, "Guys I owe you our thanks too, you both did a great job and I know without your aid Shaun couldn't have rescued us so we are indebted to you just as much as my clever son here."

Wayne appeared at the hatch from down below and saw Shaun and Brian embracing and crying he climbed out and joined them wrapping his strong arms around his lover and Shaun in a huge hug as he too began to weep quietly. Below in the cabin, James, Stuart and Timmy were lying together on Shaun's bunk their slender bodies naked as they lay spooned together trying to warm up their still sea chilled bodies. The three well-fit lads glad to still be alive and now feeling somewhat warmer their thoughts began to turn to sex.

Timmy was the ham in the sandwich and could feel James' hot hard dick pressed into the cleavage of his tight little arse while he snuggled against Stu's sports firmed muscular buttocks, wriggled his not tiny penis against Stu's warming crack. Timmy sighed and giggled as James pressed his sweet tool into the boy's twitching entrance, his 5inch spike opened the giggling Timmy and soon was fully embedded in the lad's tight hot innards. The action of James humping him drove his hips forward poking his cock deep into Stu's crack nuzzling the tight portal to paradise. Stu pushed back murmuring, "Come on my little Aussie stud let me feel how hard and hot that cock is."

Timmy ground his slender hips into the firm resilient arse cheeks stirring his dick about inside Stu's sexy mushy boiling hot innards, Timmy moaned and groaned as James pushed deep inside him forcing him fully up Stu's cuddling chute. The lads soon developed a rhythm and the cabin echoed to the sound of sighs, moans, grunts and groans along with the wet sexy sounds of cocks slipping in and out while hips and bellies slapped on arses. Stu was wanking fast as he felt Timmy nearing his panting pinnacle, his big balls drew tight as his boner throbbed and swelled in his grasp, Timmy felt Stu beginning to tighten as he tensed up pre eruption and began frantic rabbit roots into Stu's tightening twitching twat. James hearing both lads rapidly nearing climax drove deep and hard into Timmy joining both his companions in their closeness. Timmy was first due to the dual pleasure of receiving and giving, he grunted and whined as his moment rushed upon him. Three cocks throbbed excruciatingly, swelled and began to spurt in thick hot gushes of cum, Stu's flew through the air to splatter on the teak timber of the locker beside the bunk while Timmy erupted inside his accommodating arse, James flooded Timmy's guts in huge excited gouts until frothy sperm bubbled out the lad's spasming ring.

They jerked and quivered, breaths hissing and gasping in their frenzy slowly their climaxes eased and they collapsed sweaty, hot and sticky on the bunk as Wayne stuck his head inside the hatch to call them on deck. He paused staring at the three naked exhausted lads, as they lay entangled breathing heavily in a sexual stupor. Wayne slid his legs into the hatch and sat on the edge waiting till the boys regained their senses, he was admiring the sight of the three naked sexy looking lads lying naked on the bunk. Timmy opened his eyes dreamily stared up at Wayne sitting in the hatchway illuminated from behind by the bright sunlight, Wayne's shape was glowing ethereally and Timmy smiled up at him whispering, "Wayne you look like an angel sitting there, I thought I'd died and gone to paradise."

Wayne grinned at the young lad and said, "Hardly an angel Timmy, definitely no angel mate."

James and Stuart grinned with self-satisfaction and laughed softly as they hugged and kissed the younger teen.

To be continued...

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Posted: 06/29/07