The job at the yacht-building company was going pretty well. Hard work, but satisfying. And my enthusiasm for the work must've been pretty obvious 'cause my boss asked me if I'd like to go on a cruise or two. "After we've finished building a boat, we take it on a test cruise to fine tune it."
"Woohoo! That would be excellent! Thanks!"
Building boats was one thing, but actually going on a cruise would teach something about sailing. How lucky was I to have found this job? In a way, it was like finding Kyle. He'd shown me aspects of myself that I'd been unaware of. Yep. Life could be pretty damn cool.
I'd finished work for the day when I decided to check up on my slackass bud, who'd been working 'til 9pm during the lead-up to Christmas. He was showing me around the store when his boss asked him if he wanted to work or just entertain his friends. I had to try very hard to keep a straight face.
"I'll touch your cock if you laugh... right here in front of everyone."
"You wouldn't fucking dare!"
I just managed to jump outa the way as his hand moved toward my crotch. Then it was his turn to crack up as my face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. That fucker was totally impossible. No fucking shame!
All the hard, manual labor at the yacht company was making quite a diff to my bod. I'd always been in pretty good shape 'cause of the skipping, push-ups, boxing and swimming, but at work I was using different muscles. I was also working shirtless, which was something that hadn't gone unnoticed by the boss's wife. She was blonde, and a looker, but I had to be careful. I'd also promoted a pretty cool tan, and grown my hair to normal length.
Yep, I was a pretty awesome specimen. How the fuck was I supposed to deny it? And I guessed that was a major reason why Kyle was attracted to me. But it wasn't the only reason. He genuinely loved me. I knew that for certain. When we first met, I'd presented him with an impenetrable exterior. But the fucker wouldn't take no for an answer. He just kept poking, and prodding, and digging, and scratching away until he found my heart. And when he found it, he put his mark on it.
Normally, being with Kyle was anything but boring, but I had to admit that our first SCUBA lesson in a pool was not exactly thrilling. All we did all fucking day was learn how to breathe underwater. The air tanks were a lot heavier than I'd imagined, although they were much more bouyant in the water. The rush of noise from the breathalyser bubbles was also a surprise... a lot louder than I'd anticipated.
Typically, Kyle took to the water like a fish, and was complimented by the instructor who said that my bud was pretty fit, and should be able to handle the dives pretty easily. The instructor also said that we'd be going on a wreck dive the following weekend. I'd seen footage of wreck dives on TV but had never imagined in a million years that I'd be doing it. Life was becoming one amazing experience after another.
After the SCUBA lesson, I accepted Kyle's invitation to swim in his pool at home. His folks were there, so we were both wearing Speedos.
"So, Kyle, did you enjoy today?"
"Pretty much... a bit boring in the pool, though."
"More for safety, I guess... so you don't sink to the bottom of the damn ocean if you get into trouble, not knowing what to do."
"Fuck, Kyle... the sharks would probably help you out. It's like you belong in the damn sea."
Without warning, as usual, I felt Kyle's foot brush against my crotch. "Jesus, Kyle! Your fucking folks are home!"
"Chill," he said as that wicked grin of his spread across his mischievous face. "I'm not gonna do anything. You getting a boner?"
"Yeah, right. From your foot?"
"I wish my folks weren't here. We could've gotten naked or something."
"Shit! When has that ever stopped you?"
"Hey, you're right."
Me and my big mouth. Within a second, Kyle had slipped off his Speedos, and flung them to the side of the pool.
"Now what if your mom comes out here?" Me and my big mouth, again. I'd no sooner finished the sentence than Kyle's mom came outa the house. And what did my cheeky bud do? He walked up the pool steps totally starkers. I couldn't believe it!
"Kyle!" his mom scolded. "Put your bathers back on before the neighbors start taking out their binoculars."
But that didn't stop Kyle. He walked up to his mom, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "They don't need binos, mom... do you think?" Then he stared down at his almost six inches of lazy dick.
His mom just laughed, then went back inside... probably to tell his dad. Kyle dove into the pool and surfaced near me, shaking the water from his head.
"I can't believe you just did that! My mom would've freaked out totally!"
"Don't believe that... moms are totally cool. Hey, if you got naked, it wouldn't faze my mom at all."
"Not fucking likely. What if I got an erection?"
"She'd feel pretty special," he grinned.
"Fuck off, Kyle. That's your mom you're talking about."
"Hey, she's got good taste."
"Hey, fuck! You're hot. Accept the compliment. I'm not the only guy who double-takes when they see you."
There was no way that I could argue with the guy, so I walked up the steps of the pool to give myself time to sort out my head. On the one hand, it was cool to be admired, but on the other, it was like I was under some kinda microscope. And turning on women like Kyle's mom? Hey, that was scary big time. So there I was, a guy who could turn on my bud's mom as well as my bud! I had to be a contender for Ripley's Believe It Or Not.
Friday night, we took the girls out... first for pizza, then we hiked through town to go to Corners. It was a pretty raving night, and we all had a good time. Seemed like everybody at the club was horny as all fucking hell. Couples were dancing so close you couldn't have slipped a sheet of paper between them. And most of the girls had their hands down their boyfriends' chinos, including Steph and Carol. Judging by the look on Kyle's face, he was ready to fuck Steph right there and then on the dance floor... and I wouldn't have been surprised if he had. That dude was totally off the wall.
We left the club early... well, about midnight... and hiked back home, stopping at Wipe Out for a couple of drinks. *hic* Carol met a friend of hers and invited us to use her Kombi [VW van] for a bit of extra curricular activity. Kyle wasn't too impressed when Steph wanted to do likewise, though.
"Can't we wait 'til we get to your place, Steph? I don't even know the chick!"
"Neither does Mark. C'mon, Kyle. Please?"
Carol and I decided that it was time to move off to the bar, but we couldn't help giggling at Kyle and Steph. She was obviously hot to trot, and was being incredibly persistent. Anyway, it seemed that Kyle had eventually convinced Steph to "do it" later.
When Kyle and I arrived back at my place, I told him that my mom and shitforbrains had gone out, and invited him in. He had cum stains all over his cargoes.
"How'd you get so messed up, Kyle? The rubber slip off your little dick?"
"I didn't have one."
"You crazy or something?"
"Hey, did you see the mood Steph was in? Anyway, I pulled out before I came."
"Doesn't matter. If Carol's in a mood like that, we go to the fucking condom dispenser, dude. No fucking rubber? You're a mental case. What if she gets pregnant?"
"What if she's got AIDS?"
"Yeah... what if."
"What if what?" Kyle was obviously becoming agitated. "Why don't we just drop it."
"Cool with me," I said as I shook my head, then grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge.
"Hey? Like you never did that before?"
"C'mon, Kyle. The last time I did that, I was younger than Wingnut. And brainless. I'm sorry. Let's just drop it. But I know what Steph can be like, and I was watching her rattle your cage tonight."
"Hey, can I stay over tonight?"
"Aren't you working in the morning?"
"Yeah, but I'll get up early... or I won't sleep."
Having Kyle for a friend was a bit like stepping in dog crap. There was no way you could get it all off your shoe.
We downed the first two beers, then had another one each. By that stage, we were kinda trashed. Not fall down, grass-grabbing trashed, but a bit light headed.
"Mark? Take your shirt off so that I can look at you and get hard."
"C'mon," he insisted as he grabbed my shirt and lifted it off. I didn't resist. Hell, what was I supposed to do? Pretend that my bod wasn't a turn-on? "Cool, now I can sit here and gawk at you, and get hard."
"Fuck off, Kyle."
Then came the bombshell. "I love you."
"Yeah... and I love you, too."
"No. I mean I love you."
"Like I'm in love with you."
"You're trashed, Kyle."
"Does it make you mad?"
"Makes me scared when you talk like that."
"Can't help it. I sometimes dream about the two of us."
What the fuck was this all about? Two guys? Sure, we'd done things together, but there was always the nagging feeling that it was wrong... maybe not while things were happening, but afterwards. Anyway, I began to sober up real fast. "They're just dreams, Kyle."
"On the mountain... when you said you loved me... what did you mean?"
"I love you like a brother, Kyle. OK, maybe more than a brother... but it's not like you're thinking."
"Wanna back rub?"
Kyle often had a way of manipulating the convo to avoid a crisis just in the nick of time, which made me laugh. Fucking cheeky bugger. "Yeah... go for it."
He positioned himself behind me, then began to massage my shoulders. "You tense or something?"
"It's from work. Not tense. It's like a knot."
"I'll get it out for you."
"Ouch! That's just where it is!"
"Settle. I'll work the knots out for you."
"It's the job... fucking hard work, buddy. Lifting, carrying, sawing, nailing... you name it. I've got muscles I didn't even know I had."
"Tell me about it. Is the boss's wife still gawking at you?"
"You're not gonna believe this, Kyle, but she's even worse than you. What the fuck are you doing now?"
"Feeling your pecs. Your nipples have just gone hard."
Dammit. Those magic hands of his didn't need permission to go where ever they wanted... they just cruised around, oblivious to the possibility of rejection. What the fuck was I gonna do with that guy? Oh... what the hell. "You know how to make someone feel good, Kyle."
"You do the same for me."
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