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Sail Away Chapter  Two


I had just finished taking a shower, which was wonderful I might add, and my  
masturbation session went equally as well. As most every nineteen year old 
male  knows, the act of jerking off is just a normal part of life; even if it 
may  occur two or three times a  day.

I  walked out of my bathroom, towel drying my hair, oblivious as always to my 
 surroundings; elaborate as they were, when out of nowhere I heard "John 
Henry,  what in the world takes you so long to shower?" It was my fathers voice 
and it  was coming from somewhere in my room. I knew by the sound of the voice 
that it  wasn't coming in over the room to room intercom system. I immediately 
dropped my  towel to the floor, quickly scanning my room, when I spotted my 
dad sitting at  my desk. 

"I thought you'd never get out of there, but I can  honestly say that I too 
used to have a few long showers in my youth." Said my  dad, with a smile on his 
face.

I had totally forgotten that I was  naked, which was normal for me to be, 
when I was in my room. It was too late to  attempt to cover my cock up, as by now 
dad has seen it all. I quickly sat on the  edge of my bed, trying to act and 
appear as if nothing was wrong; but my cock  was still attempting to betray 
me. 

"Well son," he began, "I've  gathered up a few books for you to acquaint 
yourself with; as you'll most likely  be expected to know something about the 
company and last but not least, you need  to know the different parts of a cargo 
vessel and all of the terminology that  seamen use. I don't expect you to read 
everything here, but the more you learn,  the easier your job will be; not to 
mention the possibility of getting jabs from  your fellow shipmates would be 
endless once they discover that you are the heir  to the entire company, one of 
these years."

My fathers talk about  putting me to work, quickly ended any hopes I may have 
had for a peaceful  evening, but I needed to change the topic of discussion 
here; as any talk about  me getting a real job and toiling away as some misfit 
deckhand was most  depressing. So the quickest and simplest way I knew how was 
to ask, what I  thought was an unrelated question. "Say dad, I heard mom 
drive out before I came  into the house. Where did she go?"  I got an answer, but 
it wasn't the one  I was expecting.

"Son, your mother has always stood up for you,  arguing more than once that 
she knew what was best for you. I finally put my  foot down, about getting you 
on board with the company; starting from the bottom  up, and your mother 
became quite upset and didn't want to be here while you and  I are having these 
discussions. If it were up to your mother, you wouldn't have  to do much, let 
alone learn anything more that what you've learned in school;  and you and I know 
that you need a higher education if you're going to one day  run a Fortune 
500 company. I've no intention on just handing all of this over to  you, unless 
you can start to take an interest. Your mother will be home later on  this 
evening, and I'm sure she will come up and see you before you fall  asleep."

I sat there in silence for the longest time, with nothing  really to say; and 
I knew my dad was hoping that I would at least sound a bit  more enthused 
about life. Finally my dad began telling me about the vessel and  the captain, on 
which I'd be working. You see, my fathers company is the only  shipping 
company in America that does not use slaves for general deckhand  duties. If it 
weren't for my mothers' insistence on not having slaves, I'm sure  that every one 
of the ships would be manned by slaves. Hell, even my friends had  slaves for 
servants, housekeepers, cooks and butlers; but not us… oh no. Mom  would have 
nothing to do with the housing of slaves, as she'd never been brought  up 
around them and didn't want to take on the responsibility as owners of  slaves. 
She'd been more than pleased with the hired staff, which has worked here  for 
over five years. Nothing short of perfection from them, this was much better  
than having to prod a slave into doing something; simply because he was ordered 
 to do it.

My father got up from the desk chair, as if preparing to  exit my room. He 
slowly turned this way and that, apparently looking at  everything that was in 
plain sight. "You know, John, that it has been years  since I've been in this 
room. It amazes me that you can find space for all this  stuff. I never knew 
that you even had some of these things; but then again, I'm  sure that your 
mother was mostly responsible in procuring them for you."  

My father fell silent, as he continued his visual observations of  my room; 
as I could do no more than sit naked on my bed. Every once in awhile he  would 
pick up something and inspect it, as if he didn't know what it was that he  
was looking at.

Finally, he turned to face me; bending over and  picking up my wet, discarded 
bath towel. "Here you go son, I believe you dropped  this and need to put it 
in its' proper place."

I could do nothing,  not even protest; as I stood up, attempting to shield my 
nakedness. I reached  for, and took the towel, making a quick escape to my 
bathroom. 'Damn I thought',  I just made another big mistake. Now I'd have to 
traverse my room, to my closet  or dresser and get something to cover myself 
with. I tried my best not to look  at my father, as I moved quickly to my 
dresser, hoping to slide into a pair of  undies before he could say another word. Too 
late.

"I never noticed  your body either, as we never seem to have time together 
anymore, except on the  few occasions like tonight. I take it that you haven't 
been keeping up your  exercise routine at the gym. It is a bit too late to 
start over, but one thing I  can tell you is that you will need a lot of strength 
to work on any of our  vessels. You'd best start doing something even it is 
just basic stuff, or you  might find yourself the brunt of endless teasing 
amongst the other  employees."

I politely responded to my dads' comments, as he took  to leaning up against 
the wall next to my bedroom door. It was almost as if he  was staring right 
through me, which gave me a weird feeling of  insecurity.

"There is much to be done in the coming week, son; not  to mention that I'm 
sure you'll want to spend time with some of your friends  too. I've made 
arrangements for you to get your physical on Monday, which is at  ten in the 
morning. All employees must have one before they start work and one  every two years 
thereafter. It won't take long and you'll have the rest of the  day to do 
whatever it is that you do. I'm not sure, but if your mother can't go  with you, 
then I'll take you myself, which will assure us that you've gotten  that out of 
the way."

My shocked, yet sad, facial expressions were  easily detected by my father; 
but he said nothing else to me, as he walked  slowly from my room, placing a 
call on his cellphone. 

It was odd,  that no matter how long I stayed awake, calling my friends and 
telling them  about my upcoming job; that mom never came upstairs to say her 
normal good  nights. I heard her car come back, and even heard her come inside 
the house, but  she never came into my room. Strange, as we've been not only 
mother and son; but  the best of friends as well. It was well past midnight 
before I'd gotten off the  phone and finally put myself down for the night.

The morning was  filled with more emotions, as I faced my mother in the 
dining room; joining my  parents for our ritual of having weekend breakfasts 
together. There was no  mention at the table about my upcoming departure, only small 
talk about things  around the house, etc, etc. After my father excused 
himself from the table was  when my mom opened up to me, saying that she had no say 
in the matter. "It was  take the job, work hard or else move out in a week, no 
car, no  money."

Not having any choice in the matter, unless I wanted to end  up homeless; I 
resigned myself to the fact that I now had a job. I spent the  rest of the 
weekend at home, entertaining my friends as they came by to wish me  well. It was 
nice in a way, as most of them had jobs already and during the week  they 
worked; so it was like having a farewell party, of sorts. One of my friends  
couldn't make it over the weekend, so we agreed that he'd come over Monday  evening 
after supper; and I just knew that he was going to bring up the subject  of 
man on man sex, again.

Monday morning rolled around and after  breakfast, it was time to head out to 
get my physical. Mom was going to take me  after all, for which I was 
thankful; however, I quickly discovered that the  doctor's appointment wasn't with 
our family physician, but rather a doctor who  performed physicals for almost 
every labor union in the state. Like, what's up  with that? I'm going to start 
work in California, but my physical is here in New  York; and with some dude 
I've never seen before.

We arrived at the  address that my father had given us; and it wasn't in the 
best part of town, to  say the least. Hell, in this area we'd be lucky if our 
car was still parked at  the curb when we came out. However, once inside the 
building we discovered that  it was brightly lit and rather nicely decorated. I 
took a seat while my mom went  and registered my name with the ancient 
looking nurse behind the bullet proof  glass. We sat talking about dad and my job 
for quite some time; watching several  men and young adults leave, and many more 
starting to fill up the waiting area.  None of them, not a one, looked like 
they came from my part of town. Even their  clothes smelled of stench, not to 
mention their personal body  odors.

When the nurse lady called my name, I was more than ready to  get this over 
with; but to my surprise my mom stood up as well. I couldn't  believe she 
wanted to go in with me. How embarrassing. But, after she quietly  told me that she 
wasn't about to sit in the waiting room alone, I really  couldn't blame her 
for wanting to get the fuck out of there.

We  were ushered into a nice clean room, standard by all practices, and I was 
 instructed to strip naked. Before I did anything, I looked around for one of 
 those gowns that you'd normally wear, but none were in sight.

When  the nurse came back into the room, I was sitting on the exam table, 
wearing  nothing but my Tommy boxer briefs. She wasn't pleased with me, as she 
berated me  in front of my mother; telling me that naked meant naked. She even 
went so far  as to say something to the fact that my nakedness wouldn't offend 
my mother, as  she'd seen me naked before and that I should never be ashamed 
of my own body.  Consequently, I turned away from my mother and slid out of my 
underwear.  

The next thing I know, I'm paraded over to the weight and height  machine; 
which just so happens to be right next to the chair my mother is  sitting in. 
There I was, eyes closed tightly, just knowing that my mother was  getting a 
good look at my cock and balls, not to mention my abundant pubic  hair.

Minutes seemed like hours, but I was totally shocked when the  doctor came in 
and the only thing he did, was to do the exam on my balls and  then finished 
up by sticking a finger up my ass. I could only image what my  mother was 
thinking, as she had to sit through the whole ordeal. I sure was glad  when it was 
over and I had my clothes back on.

We stopped at the  front desk to pick up my certificate, and just as if it 
was a normal thing to  say, the nurse blurted out; loud enough for everyone to 
hear, that unless I  wanted to cause damage to my testicles, that I'd better 
start wearing tight  fitting shorts while working as a long shoreman. God, how 
embarrassing was that.  I could hear the waiting room fill up with sneers and 
giggles as we quickly  exited the building.

Dinner was again quiet, with my mom filling in  the blanks for my dad about 
my physical, our shopping for underwear, boots and  work clothes. Dad was 
really pleased that I seemed more receptive to his job  offer, versus having me sit 
there and moan and groan, not to mention  pleading.

I was never so glad that my friend came over a little  early; which gave me 
the perfect excuse for leaving my parents alone at the  dinner table. My friend 
(Alan) and I went upstairs and started talking about my  new job. He'd done 
some research on the internet about cargo ships and he set  about bringing up 
one or two of them on my computer. They were mostly pictures,  which were nice, 
but at the end of the second website there was an extraordinary  amount of 
pages on life aboard these huge ships. Alan began reading aloud, as I  lay on my 
bed, listening intently but soon began hearing things that I didn't  like. 
Life aboard a ship meant no females. Life aboard a ship meant sleeping in  small 
bunks in small rooms. Life aboard a ship meant meals that seemed stagnant.  
Life aboard ship meant extremely hard work, when work needed to be done and 
life  aboard ship could be extremely boring when there wasn't any work to be 
done. God  almighty, what have I gotten myself into, I wondered.

Soon, Alan  had logged on to a gay porn site and called me over to see what 
the pictures  were. I couldn't believe my eyes. Page after page of naked twinks 
and men; all  with hardons. Cum filled photos were no exception either. I was 
glad that I was  standing behind Alan, looking over his shoulder, because 
Mother Nature was  taking control of my cock and it began to harden. I suppose it 
was from not only  looking at the photos, but also listening to Alan describe 
certain feelings he  always got when he was having sex with one of the other 
two guys. There was no  way I had ever gotten those same feelings when some 
girl was sucking my dick;  not to mention that they never swallowed my load of 
cum. Soon my two hands were  resting on Alan's shoulders, my fingers slowly 
squeezing his muscles. I had no  idea that I was even doing it, until Alan put 
one of his hands on top of one of  mine. He continued clicking his way through 
the photographs, slowing down to  explain the ones which showed the bondage and 
pain scenes. It was when he was  showing me these photos that I learned that 
he had experienced some of the same  things which were depicted in the 
pictures.

Alan must have had a  special sense or something, because he logged off of 
the website and turned the  computer off. He turned around slowly, easily 
detecting the bulge in my shorts.  One of his hands found its' way to my butt cheek 
and the other hand began to  massage my cock through the fabric.

There was no amount of  resistance I could mount, that would have made me not 
want a blowjob now. I  lifted Alan from the chair and we both slowly made our 
way to my bed; where he  quickly, yet affectionately removed all of my 
clothes. My cock was so hard that  it rested completely on my abdomen and my balls 
were hanging between my legs.  Alan swiftly spread my legs, and crawled up 
between them and immediately went to  work sucking my cock. It was the most 
fantastic feeling that I had ever  experienced. As much as I wanted these feeling to 
last forever, I all too soon  pumped a large load of manseed into my friends' 
mouth.

Alan slid  back, off of my cock and knelt above me. His eyes said it all. He 
started to  lean forward, resting his hands either side of my chest; his face 
getting closer  and closer to mine. Instinctively, I raised my arms, 
encompassing his torso,  pulling him into me; our lips meeting and cumulating with both 
of us tonguing  each other like to ravenous animals.

We lay silent for the longest  time, before Alan got up off of the bed; 
dressing and announcing that he had to  go. Apparently he was off to meet up with 
our two friends. But, before he left,  he assured me that he and they would be 
back over for a  'visit'.

After Alan left, I walked passed the living room where my  parents were still 
enjoying their normal nighttime brandy. My father called for  me to join 
them, as both of them had a few things which they wanted to discuss  with me. I 
could only image that whatever it was, that it would most likely be  about the 
'job' or something more distressing.

I knew that if I  could concentrate on what Alan and I had just done, that 
whatever words were  spoken would 'fall on deaf ears'.


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