Perils of Patrick
by: justjames17

(© 2008 by the author)

 

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Chapter 1

Patrick was alone since his parents were killed in a train accident; he was lucky to survive the crash and old enough at 19 to fend for himself. His parents' will solved his money problems, his dad was a very sensible businessman who insured both himself and Pat's mum to the maximum, their bank accounts were large and Patrick as an only child inherited everything, including the family's ocean going cruising yacht the Storm Petrel. His studies at the University suffered badly after the accident and he decided to take a break from his second year medical studies.

Patrick was desolate for some 6 months after the horrific wreck; a semi trailer had hit the train as it crossed a country highway. Slowly Patrick began to live normally, he began eating regular meals and his sleep wasn't destroyed every night by dreams of the train wreck. He was lucky to be alive, he was uninjured as he was sitting on the opposite side of the carriage to his parents, he sustained a few cuts from flying glass and bruises from being thrown to the floor after hitting the back of the seat in front of him. He attended to his dad, who was still alive, but his mum was dead crushed between the end of the torn open carriage and the jumble of seats and passengers crammed into a pile at one end by the truck's impact, his father died on the way to hospital shortly after being loaded into the ambulance.

Patrick was a top sailor, having learnt to sail at the Royal Brighton Yacht Club, cutting his teeth in the 4-meter cadet dinghies. His experience since, crewing on various yachts on the bay and on the Storm Petrel, he'd also crewed on a couple of Sydney Hobart yachts as soon as he was old enough. This experience made him decide, once his trauma had subsided to just a dull ache in his heart and mind, to sail up to Asia and visit Thailand, Singapore and other exotic ports. He had always found Asian lads to be intriguing and sexual and although he was virtually a virgin sexually, a few wanking sessions over his teen years with a couple of close friends, he deeply felt the desire, a longing to meet an Asian lad to fulfil his fantasies of a gay relationship.

Patrick was a fine looking bloke, slim with well-defined fit body, long blond slightly wavy hair blue/grey eyes and a strong jaw with luscious pink lips, he habitually wore old comfortable jeans with heavy studded belts and parts of his lower anatomy exposed through torn areas. His not inconsiderable penis was readily visible as it bulged under the soft material of his jeans. Many people of both sexes desired to spend time with him but he was completely ignorant of their hesitant approaches, his utter beauty made them feel inadequate.

The day dawned when Patrick decided to make a break with his sad lonely life and he made up his mind to set sail for Asia in the Storm Petrel. Patrick decided to see if he could find a companion to crew with him, as the Storm Petrel was a large task for a lone sailor even with her modern design and equipment, he placed an advert in the University paper asking for a companion, preferably Asian with some yachting experience to spend the Christmas break cruising Asian waters. He received several replies and interviewed the applicants, two were from Australian guys and three were Asians. He settled on one Vietnamese, Calvin Ng, a 23-year-old engineering student who was graduating and was glad to take a break after the hard years of study. Calvin although older looked as young as Patrick and his dark good looks and flashing black eyes and white teeth charmed Patrick.

The two spent a week victualling the yacht, purchasing charts for the East Coast of Australia and of the waters of the Arafura Sea and the Asian waters he was going to explore. Calvin checked out her engine and serviced it while Patrick had her complement of sails inspected and a few repairs made to some of the older ones. He visited the family solicitor and requested he organise to rent out the luxurious family home for an unspecified period and he visited the bank withdrawing $20,000 in cash for expenses while sailing, his credit card would take care of anything else he needed.
Everything finalised Patrick and Calvin boarded the Storm Petrel at her berth in the yacht club, a small group of well wishers, including Calvin's family and a few members and friends from the club were on hand to cheer them on their way.

The mooring lines were cast off and Patrick started the diesel engine engaged forward gear as it warmed up and the Storm Petrel puttered away from the dock. The yacht rounded the long rock breakwater and turned southwest pointing her bowsprit towards the heads and Bass Strait. The Northerly wind encouraged Patrick to raise sail, the two guys raised the mainsail and jib before Patrick returned to the cockpit and turned off the engine, Storm Petrel was now silent as her sails filled driving her onward with the wind up her stern it was a fast and easy run to the dangerous waters where the waters of the huge bay funnelled through the narrow rock bound entrance. The lads were lucky the wind and tide were running the same way, their escape through the reef bound gap was uneventful and the fast sleek sloop slipped through the turbulent waters and turned east once clear of the coast.

The Storm Petrel heeled over slightly as the wind came from her port side, she curtsied across the heaving swells and bore along the southern Victorian coast. Both lads were relaxed and stripped as the hot sun beat down on the yacht; Patrick was wearing a tatty old pair of cut offs while Calvin was wearing a pair of dark blue speedos. They relaxed lolling back on the soft leather cushions of the cockpit sipping on a couple of chilled beers, chatting in a desultory fashion. Calvin was watching Patrick's bulge as he lolled back legs spread apart in a relaxed fashion, he was day dreaming what it might look like hanging free and he licked his lips wondering how it would taste if he got the chance to suck the sexy Australian lad off. Patrick was completely unaware of the reaction he was causing to his crewmate, he was just enjoying the complete change in his life style and the way the yacht was handling.

The cruise up the East coast was uneventful apart from a few storms, which tested the lads' expertise but showed what a sturdy and seaworthy craft Storm Petrel was as she met and bested every challenge the ocean threw at her and her crew. They passed Cairns and ran afoul of a tropical cyclone which drove the yacht before it and they had to take shelter at Cooktown, in the Endeavour River where Captain Cook had to carry out repairs on the HMS Endeavour after she hit a coral reef, on his first exploratory mapping of the East coast of Australia so long ago. They rested and enjoyed the break wandering about the small town, being driven mad by the multitude of biting mosquitos and sand flies that inhabited the mangroves bordering the river. The bought fresh supplies of food and drink and once the storm had passed they were happy to once again head out to sea, navigating their course through the coral reefs up the Cape York Peninsula they sailed across the Arafura Sea and made landfall at Port Moresby in Papua New Guinea, their first foreign port.

By this stage of the voyage Calvin was becoming exceedingly horny after being alone with the delectable and desirable Patrick for the long days and weeks of their expedition. He relieved a little of his pent up desires by wanking furiously when alone at the helm or in his lonely bunk when Patrick was on deck, his mind envisioning Patrick there with him enjoying his very smooth and well fit body and slipping that beautiful white dick up his tight arse to flood his innards with juicy sperm. Calvin wanted no desperately needed to feel a man's cock stuffing his intestines, maybe he would find a hot horny Papuan to service his raging needs, at least he prayed and hoped so anyway as he tugged his tool and felt his anxious arse twitching hungrily.

They docked in the steamy tropical Fairfax harbour and reported to the harbour master who allocated them a berth at the Port Moresby Yacht Club. The town was an eye opener for our two sailors; the population was nearly completely native, black residents filled the busy streets while the buildings in general were European influenced but the exotic foliage and people contrasted amazingly. The lads found the people friendly but were warned to be wary, as there were gangs of ruffians who roamed after dark, the yacht club employed armed guards on the entrances to ensure the grounds and berths were secure.

Patrick had read and heard of the amazing fish found in the rivers, the fearsome Black Bass was a tackle breaker along with the Barramundi a choice sport and eating fish. He organised a trip up country to try his hand at catching one of these monsters. A boat trip was organised and the next day Patrick and Calvin took off in a helicopter to go to the river. They landed and met the two native guides and were soon motoring upstream, after an hour they were well away from civilization with the thick impenetrable green walls of jungle lining the banks. The boat finally reached an area where the river was blocked with a jumble logs and fallen trees. Their guides moored the boat to a massive fallen tree and they made their precarious way out onto the tangle of dead timber.

A good casting spot was located and the lads began spinning along the edge of the water logged tree trunks, time passed with no action other than a few small barra and Calvin was becoming bored. He had been casting eyes at one of their guides a tall slim very black native wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of tatty shorts his large bare feet seemed impervious to the rough surfaces they were perched on, his crotch looked invitingly large to Calvin's eyes and he fancied a quick romp with the young native. He stopped fishing and sat near the young man opening his legs and letting the guy get an eyeful of his sweet Asian goodies, the guide was casting furtive glances at Calvin's groin where his cock and balls filled his speedos under his loose shorts.

Calvin caught the guys eyes and he grinned at him as he groped his thickening prick, the young guide's eyes widened as he licked his thick purple lips, Calvin knew he had him and slowly rose to his feet saying nonchalantly to Patrick, "I'm going for a little walk."

Patrick nodded and replied, "Don't go too far mate or you'll get lost, you'd better take a guide with you for safety."

Calvin laughed and said, "If the guide wants to come well and good."

The guide leapt to his feet and set off behind Calvin, they soon vanished from sight in the thick scrub, as soon as he was hidden from view Calvin stopped and leant against a huge tree trunk and slouched there hips thrust forward towards the slim youth as he groped himself, squeezing and showing the lad his turgid tool. The young guide moved hesitantly closer licking his lips nervously as he looked back over his broad shoulder back towards the river. Calvin whispered, "Its ok we are out of sight. Come closer, you know you want to have some fun I can tell by the big bulge in those shorts your wearing."

The lad moved closer, Calvin could smell his strong aroma so different to his or Patrick's, it was strong and musky incredibly erotic to Calvin's olfactory sense. Calvin desired to bury his face against the very black but smoothly gleaming flesh and lick the guy tasting him. Calvin reached out his hands and gently grasped the lad's upper arms, the native shivered and showed the whites of his eyes at Calvin's touch. Calvin's pink tongue slid from his sexy lips and licked across the prominent left pectoral muscle till it touched the aroused nipple, the guide moaned as his knees wobbled. Calvin steadied him as he sucked hard on that small hard nub, the scent of the native increased as he started sweating profusely from excitement.

The guide's trembling hand groped Calvin's goodies and he moaned in unison with the young man, Calvin's mouth savoured the native's salty sweat as he lapped and sucked on his gleaming ebony torso. The grasping hand stroking him through his shorts made Calvin's cock even harder as lust filled him, he grasped the native's dong and gasped, it was huge, very long but slender in girth. Calvin desired to feel it penetrate him and surge up his intestine filling him with hot hard ebony meat, he'd never experienced a black lover and being an adventurous guy he wanted to try.

Calvin tugged the lad's shorts down his long lean legs exposing his manhood as it slapped up against the native's sexy defined muscular belly, beads of clear juice dribbled from the lips of his uncut prick. Calvin breathed heavily on the swollen member, the warm air passing over the lad's peeking red glans made him quiver and gasp sharply, his long lance trembled and jerked excitedly before Calvin licked his just visible cock slit and pressed his sweet lips over the tip sipping on the free flowing pre cum. The native gripped Calvin's thick hair tightly trying to force his long log into Calvin's warm moist mouth, he resisted the attempt and continued licking and kissing the throbbing knob.

The lad was quivering with pent up lust as he swayed and pressed his cock against Calvin's resisting lips, Calvin was drooling spittle over the throbbing pole preparing it for what he desired, the lad to take him sexually. He pulled away from the wet slippery ebony spear and hurriedly pulled down his shorts and togs before spitting on his fingers and rubbing saliva into his hot twitching ring to moisten it in readiness. He turned his back to the excited guide and pressed his deep butt crack against the lad's long dick rubbing his crevice up and down stimulating the gasping lad even more.

The guide grabbed Calvin and pushed him forcibly face down over a fallen tree and roughly pushed his legs between the grinning Calvin's as he grasped his rigid rod and dragged it down to line his drooling crimson knob up with Calvin's winking brown eye. Calvin felt the native's spear press against his rioting ring and moaned loudly, "Fuck me! Take me! Slide that beautiful bone up my tight arse."

The native groaned loudly, and grasping Calvin's hips rammed his long lance straight up the bent over tourist, Calvin yelped loudly as his tight arse was ripped open and his body absorbed the wicked wand into his quivering insides. Calvin clenched his teeth and arched his head and shoulders back as the guide stuffed him fully then grasped his shoulders pulling him further back straining his tensed body as he ground his wiry pubes into Calvin's smooth arse cheeks. Calvin craned his head around and opened his eyes looking into the face of his lover; he saw unbridled lust and pleasure in his ruggedly handsome features as he glared down at the smaller Asian.

Never before had Calvin felt so full, his straining innards ached with a dull throbbing as his intestine was stretched to the maximum, this pole was so long, much longer than any white or Asian cock he had experienced. It explored regions used to one way traffic and the throbbing ache and fullness was turning him on incredible as his heavy breathing inhaled the musty tropical scents and his ears heard the gasping grunts of the lad and the calls of unseen tropical birds in the green jungle about them. Calvin writhed on that long lance moaning deliriously as the cock slide back rolling and stimulating his tightly stretched ring, the glans' flared edge ground dragged across his excited prostate causing Calvin's cock to dribble again and again the stimulation sent his hot balls crazy. Sweat poured from both young men as their erotic exercise and the tropical humidity took their toll, their bodies gleamed in the dappled sunlight, highlighting their tensed muscles.

The young guide began rapidly ramming in and out of the tight hot hole relishing the soft buttery clinging sensations as Calvin's innards caressed and enveloped his plunging pole like prick. The guide was out of control driven on by the incredible tightness wrapped about his manhood, never had he felt such sexual bliss, no female had felt just like this hot Asian man's arse. He was experiencing his first gay sex and loving it immensely as he pounded his pud into the muscled orbs of the fit tourist's tight masculine bum. His big low hanging balls were swinging slapping into Calvin's as he lurched back and forth in frenzy, the pain of their slamming contact lost in his delirious pleasure. Those big eggs slowly tensed drew up tight as his climax began to take control, Calvin felt his innards straining even more as the young native's prick swelled before flooding his chute with a massive deluge of thick pearly sperm. The guide hadn't cum for some days and the tropical heat seemed to increase sperm production so his cum filled Calvin's arse to overflowing and the sound of its moist spurting as that murderous plunger plumbed his depths forcing semen out around their tight union.

Calvin's ravaged body reacted to the final pleasure as the guide filled and flooded his intestines, his own steel hard horn pulsed and throbbed as his tight balls squirmed in their velvet hairless sack. They tightened achingly as Calvin groaned while the young guide's cock slowed its deluge, Calvin bucked and cried out, his engorged erection jerked in frantic spasms before spurting sperm out onto the moss covered tree trunk. His pearly spunk glistened and glowed in the green light as it coated the soft green plant growth on the weathered rough timber from where it drooled in long glistening strings towards the leaf litter under their feet.

Both men now exhausted collapsed still connected, the guide pinning the smaller Calvin under his panting perspiring body, his dick still weakly pulsing deep inside that hot mushy cum filled haven. Calvin turned his head and gasped, "Thank you for that, I hope you enjoyed what we did."

The guide nodded still unable to speak, his body heaving as he sucked in the heavy humid air through parted purple lips, Calvin kissed him on the side of his thick lips the guide turned his face to Calvin's and returned the kiss but harder more passionately. Calvin responded by opening his mouth to suck that thick tongue into his hungry mouth. The young Papuan seemed scared of this development and pulled away shaking his curly topped head as he pushed himself upright and caused his long soft cock to slip wetly from Calvin's hot hole. Calvin whimpered clenching his battered ring attempting to stop the removal to no avail, the lad was done, finished, he'd had his fun and enjoyed it now he was eager to get back to his mate and the fishing. He tucked his sticky glistening dick away in his shorts and turned walking away while Calvin lay slumped on the tree trunk deserted.

Calvin slowly pushed himself upright and felt the lad's cum dribbling from his puffy hole, he squatted there in the miasmic heat and voided his battered bowels spattering the leaf litter with the cummy contents. He sighed and wiped himself off with some leaves before adjusting his attire and walking slowly back to the river. He reached the bank to see Patrick proudly displaying a fine Barramundi and excitedly exclaiming, "Oh Calvin you missed all the excitement, just look at the size of this barra mate."

Calvin grinned tiredly and nodded, "Yeah that is some fish Pat, I'm really proud of you."

They climbed down to the tethered boat and boarded it while the young guide gutted, scaled and cut into steaks the 15kg fish before laying it on ice in the long fish box running down the centre of the boat. They sped off back down the river to meet up with the helicopter and flew back to Port Moresby. They reached the yacht club just before sundown, Patrick and Calvin sat in the cockpit watching and enjoying the spectacular sky show as the sun vanished and darkness descended quickly. They cooked and enjoyed some of the fresh fish keeping the rest in the refrigerator for dinner the next day before turning in after the exciting day.

To be continued?

Posted: 03/07/08