Perils of Patrick
by: justjames17

(© 2008 by the author)

 

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Chapter 2

After their fishing expedition Patrick and Calvin were pleasantly tired, Calvin particularly after the incredible seeing to he received from the younger guide while Patrick fished. Calvin's aching arsehole was still red and puffy from the strain of taking that very long cock roughly administered by the over eager Papuan. He was glad to lie down on the bunk cushions and rest his body after he returned from showering up in the clubhouse, he watched Patrick disrobe and slide his superbly smooth tanned naked body into his bunk on the opposite side of the cabin. Calvin sighed thinking to himself, "Why oh why isn't Patrick interested in sex?"

He turned on his side facing the hull and wriggled getting himself comfortable before drifting off to sleep, his dreams peppered with images of the Papuan pounding his bum and images of the naked Patrick lying back allowing him to suck his sweet cock. Daylight arrived and Calvin awoke with a throbbing hard on, he groaned softly and gently stroked his 6inch spike still lying with his back to where Patrick slept soundly. Calvin rolled onto his back after ascertaining his companion still slept, he studied the gorgeous guy lying there under a thin white sheet, his chest rising and falling while easily visible was the mound of his morning erection.

Calvin stroked and squeezed himself gradually bringing himself towards a climax, his eyes riveted on his sexy still slumbering mate as he began to breath heavily, his crotch tingled and his toes curled as his balls drew tight. His foreskin slipped back and forth slickly over his wet oozing knob, his balls boiled over sending a bolt of sperm rocketing for freedom. His swollen stalk pulsed while under his hand he felt that first cum bullet race up his urethra before spurting out as a long pearly string that spattered on his panting open lips. His head rolled wildly as his tongue slurped his warm seed into his mouth where he rolled it on his tongue while his cock cannon kept firing round after round all over his heaving smooth torso. Calvin's climax eased, his dick drooled its final load drenching his wiry black pubes and his body twitched and jerked spasmodically as did his still excited erection.

Finally ardour over he lay limply with eyes closed, lips parted as he sucked air and his hand fidgeted in the spattered cooling pools of sperm. Calvin opened his eyes and gazed slightly dazed across the cabin at the opposite bunk where Patrick stirred and rolled onto his side rubbing then opening his eyes. He lay there gathering his senses momentarily before realising his companion lay there naked fondling his semi hard horn while his torso showed evidence of having ejaculated. Patrick looked then closed his eyes and turned over onto his back staring up at the overhead, his mind trying to shut out the sexy sight of Calvin's sperm coated nakedness.

Calvin scooped up his cum and licked it off his fingers watching Patrick out the corner of his eyes; Patrick tried not to watch his crewmate but his eyes irresistibly flicked back and saw Calvin openly and apparently enjoying eating his spoog. Patrick try as he may not to was feeling aroused and the bulge under his sheet proclaimed his excitement to Calvin who was smirking as he sucked the last dregs of juice from his sticky fingers. He sighed and pushed himself upright swinging his smooth legs over the edge of his bunk and sat there staring directly at Patrick's hidden erection.

Patrick blushed at Calvin's appraising stare and raised his left leg bending his knee to hide his erection and willed it to soften, of course his need to piss didn't help and he heard his mate slip to the deck and walk towards the head his very cute Asian bubble bum swaying provocatively as he walked. Patrick's eyes followed the sexy guy till he turned into the small head area, he heard Calvin piss then he heard the shower turn on. Patrick knew he had a few minutes alone and he immediately pushed down his sheet and began wanking his pud to relieve the pressure built up in his hot sweaty balls. The safety valve released and creamy cum spurted from his hard on all over his torso making a huge sticky mess to clean up.

Patrick reached down beside the bunk and picked up his briefs he'd removed last night and wiped himself down then balling up the soiled moist underpants he slipped from the bunk stashing them in the dirty clothes container to be washed later when he went ashore. By the time he'd straightened out his bunk he heard the shower turn off and Calvin rubbing himself down with a towel as he whistled tunelessly in the tiny closet like head. Patrick moved to the kitchen and lit the small LPG stove and put on the kettle to make the morning cuppa, he was fidgeting from foot to foot as the urge to piss increased, he began squeezing his cock to ease the pressure of his full bladder.

Calvin opened the sliding door and steam followed him out of the head, he was naked as a jaybird, his golden smooth body almost shone in the sunlight from the nearest porthole, Patrick couldn't help checking this Asian god out. Calvin was like a top model in one of those Thai underwear adverts; he had satiny smooth skin with the only hair visible were small patches in his pits and a thick wild black bush above a smooth straight dark penis with a coral pink knob peeping from the hooded foreskin, his balls were almost hairless and the pouch was so dark as to be nearly black in colour contrasting with his muscular smooth thighs, a light smattering of black hairs on his shins completed his appearance. Patrick found him to be very attractive in an exotic way, Calvin was like someone who had stepped out of his fantasies and those were why Patrick wanted to cruise to Asia.

He knew he was attracted to Asians, the few he really knew had impressed him with their incredible good manners and their sexy accented English also their generally slim and delicate builds and graceful movements compared to the average Australian. Patrick really was enamoured with guys from the exotic far East, Chinese, Thais, Japanese any guy from the area took his fancy. Patrick had never experienced sex with an Asian but his fantasy was that they would be so great and arousing in the cot. He fancied Calvin but was too shy to make any approaches; Patrick suffered from low esteem and was petrified of being rejected, he didn't think Calvin was interested in any way in him. He thought Calvin's wandering about nude and his wanking off this morning were just his way of showing his disdain for prudery and he liked to do his own thing. Patrick was the exact opposite, shy, retiring and since his youthful fumblings at school as a teen he was celibate, a quiet wank in private kept his balls from aching.

Calvin strolled to his bunk and fossicked around wagging his tight muscled arse cheeks about deliberately as he searched for a clean pair of speedos to wear. He felt Patrick's eyes on him and was being as provocative as possible without putting the hard word on his skipper, he was afraid to try anything in case he upset the quiet Aussie who might dump him as a crew member if he pressed the point. He dug out a flimsy red pair of tiny speedos and slipped them on turning towards Patrick, who was seated drinking a cup of tea, Calvin made a large show of tucking his genitals into the pouch of his togs and he saw Patrick's eyes watching him over the rim of his mug until he saw Calvin looking at him. Patrick blushing immediately looked away staring out the large square porthole of the galley area.

Calvin tied the knot in the cord of his speedos and sauntered across to the table where he stood next to Patrick and poured a cup of tea, his bulging crotch almost at eye level to the still flushed skipper. Patrick after a very fleeting look stared away through the porthole at the marina. Calvin cursed to himself and wondered what he had to do to get this sexy young guy to do something with him. He moved away and sat at the opposite side of the table sipping on his hot tea, he looked at Patrick and asked, "What do you feel like having for breakfast?"

Patrick said, "I'll be back in a few I've got to piss really badly or I'll burst."

He quickly stood up hiding his crotch and bolted to the head sliding the door closed behind him, Calvin heard the heavy squirting of Patrick pissing like a horse and licked his pouty lips thinking of holding that big fat hose in his fingers while playing with it and draining Patrick's big heavy nuts. Patrick finished peeing and showered quickly before drying off exiting the head wearing a towel he slipped on his togs under the towel before dropping it and returning to the table saying, "I think I'll just have some cereal for breakfast, I'm not that hungry."

Calvin nodded and opened a locker pulling out a packet of cereal shaking a serve into the two bowls on the table then passing one to Patrick who added milk before handing the carton to Calvin who was adding a little sugar to his bowl. Both guys sat in silence eating with just the sound of spoons scraping the bowls being heard, outside the cabin the marina was stirring as members arrived to spend the day either yachting or power boating on the warm tropical waters. Once the guys had finished eating Calvin washed the gear and stacked it to drain while Patrick went on deck to watch the passing parade. There was a mixture of Papuans and white members boarding boats and preparing to depart, the craft in the berth next to Storm Petrel was owned by an Australian businessman and he arrived with his Asian wife and three teenaged sons.

They all nodded and said hello to Patrick who smiled and returned their greeting and admired the three Eurasian lads all wearing skimpy swim trunks. Calvin appeared on deck and they all chatted while the family prepared the yacht for departure, the elder boy asked if they were going to join in the race but Patrick shook his head saying they weren't members and didn't have a big enough crew to race. The lad about 17 told them it was open to anyone to join the race and then he turned to his dad and asked, "Dad would it be ok if I crewed for Patrick as he and Calvin can't handle the yacht under racing conditions with only the two of them?"

His dad thought for a minute and grinned saying, "Yeah that sounds like a plan if Patrick is ok with the idea."

The handsome youth looked expectantly at Patrick who smiled and nodded his head, "Thanks that would be great, I'll need a navigator as well as an extra hand."

The lad grinned happily showing his excitement, "Ace! I'll do my best Patrick."

The lad bounced across the dividing dock and sprang on board, his younger brothers looked peeved at his good fortune but as their dad began barking instructions they began dashing about working on the sails getting them ready for hoisting once they cleared the confines of the crowded marina. Patrick, Calvin and the lad, Adam, were hurrying about also preparing to get underway. Calvin was watching Adam like a hawk, eyeing off his slim fit young speedo clad body, watching the muscles moving under his bronze tanned smooth teen flesh, the lad's sweet genitals wriggling about in his red speedos.

The two yachts pushed off and Patrick followed the other yacht out of the marina, they joined the fleet bobbing on the gambolling wavelets awaiting the starters gun from the tall judge's box with its flagpole of fluttering flags, on the breakwater. The puff of smoke and the delayed bang of the gun accompanied the raising of the starter's flag up the pole and the fleet was off. The fleet heeled to the breeze and began tacking away from the line; Patrick at the helm watched Calvin and the competent and very attractive teen working the sails and laughing together as the spray lifted above the gunnels spattering on their hot sweating bodies.

As the race continued Storm Petrel lagged further and further behind the faster racing hulls, her heavy luxury filled interior made he slower but the guys didn't care, they were enjoying the fun of the day. Both Calvin and Adam were saturated by the flying spray, their minuscule speedos were clinging to their smooth sexy bodies making their goodies more obvious, the deep dimples and the cleft in their buttocks very pronounced. Patrick watched this display of male beauty furtively, his own penis alternating between arousal and flaccidity as he steered the yacht. Calvin was casting glances at his companion and watched the tenting and slackening of Patrick's penis and thinking how he'd love to suck on that big white bone. Adam, also being a testosterone filled teen, also had spasms of erection as they struggled with the rigging and sails; his teen dick looked delicious poking out his tiny togs.

As the race continued the faster craft lapped Petrel, passing her and cheering derisively but in a good-natured fashion, Patrick and his crew gesticulating with fingers while laughing happily as they sprawled out in the cockpit on a long reach relaxing as they drank cans of Coke. Calvin sat close beside Adam his sprawling thigh resting against the sexy looking lad's; Adam seemed to either be unaware of the intimate contact or enjoying it as time passed. Their peace disturbed as they prepared to round the flagged buoy marking the next turn in the course.

Patrick watched the two superb guys as they cranked the winches and reset the sails as she heeled into the turn, the boom whipping across as the sails cracked filling with wind, the huge spinnaker blossomed like a giant colourful tropical flower as it drew wind dragging more speed from the yacht's heavy hull as her bows curtsied gracefully into the small white caps raised by the freshening afternoon sea breeze. The next leg of the course gave Calvin time to dash below and make a feed of sandwiches for his mates, he brought them up on deck and they all fell on them ravenously, their appetites encouraged by the exercise and fresh salt air.

Calvin again sat legs apart with his knee touching Adam's, he glanced down to see Adam's togs pointing skywards like Petrel's tall mast in miniature, Calvin looked up to the lad's handsome sun glowing face and they locked eyes momentarily before Adam smiled shyly and looked away to see what yacht was overhauling them. Calvin's cock was joining the lad's as it too pointed to the heavens.

To be continued?

Posted: 03/14/08