Chaz,
You're having way too much fun playing mind games with us - the good, the bad, and the not-ugly!
You're having way too much fun playing mind games with us - the good, the bad, and the not-ugly!
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Out of The Mist
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"Out of The Mist"
Chapter 99 of ? ...
Ollie:
As soon as the words, "Time to get back below decks?”, were out of my mouth, Rafe untangled himself, and took off down.
Dave and I grinned at each other. "I think dessert is being served.", Dave chuckled.
"I'm up for this, if it's O.K. with you."
"As long as we're together, and having fun, I can't think of anything better, Stud."
I grabbed Dave's face, and sucked on his tongue. "In that case, grab our shirts, and follow me, Cowboy!"
I slid down from the fly bridge, hands loosely grasping the rails, my feet not touching anything until they hit the stern deck.
I could hear Dave laughing behind me, "That much of a hurry?"
"I don't want our "chicken" melting before we make him!"
Dave had to sit down on the top step, laughing. "Lead on, Babe!"
I tripped over Rafe's shorts on my way to the cabin hatch. Hmmm ...
Dave bumped into me.
"Toss those shirts on the lounge bench, with your shorts.", I said, stepping out of my shorts, and adding them to the pile.
"Hoss" was boned up along my belly, as I paused to hug my naked Dave, grinding our boners together.
"We can stop right here, and have our own fun." Dave assured me.
"That wouldn't be fair to Rafe, or us.", I answered.
"That's my Stud!", Dave replied, smacking my naked butt cheeks.
How can I describe the scene, as we headed below deck, with Dave's dick tapping my ass?
Naked Rafe was sitting on the corner of the galley table, legs splayed to either side, supporting himself on his elbows, showing off his crotch, balls, and engorged dick, slammed against his six pack abs. That position was also highlighting the definition of his firm pecs, with his nipples standing at attention.
"What took you two so long?", he smiled, pulsing his pelvic muscle, making his dick "jump", revealing a sting of crystal precum leading from his pee hole to his tummy.
This gorgeous Latino Stud was definitely primed!
Rafe was not white, but he wasn't exactly brown either. However, his dick and balls were darker than the rest of him. The color of his genitals reminded me of chocolate ice cream. Yum!
I glanced back at Dave, with a grin, before I ran my palm down the inside of Rafe's muscular inner thigh, landing my thumb under his balls, and letting my fingers rest on his sable pubes, as I grasped the base of his dick. I slid my other hand under his shaft, to lift, no, pry, his turgid erection up off his abs.
"Nice pole, Buddy!", I smiled, looking into his sultry golden brown eyes. His precum was flowing over my knuckles. "May I taste?"
Rafe had tensed his entire being, breathing deeply, and his beautiful eyes rolled back into his head for a moment. I thought he was going to cum at my touch.
He looked back at me gasping, "I'm hoping this is not a dream. You two can do anything you want with me. And, I do mean Anything, Please!"
Dave had nudged past me, dragging his dick along my hip, and was now standing over Rafe, with a palm laying in the valley between his pecs, resting on his heart.
"I know that you and I have just met, and you've only known Ollie briefly. In fact, Ollie and I didn't know each other until just a few weeks ago. But, I can assure you, that you can do anything with us, too.", Dave soothed.
Rafe exhaled, then looking tentatively into Dave's emerald eyes, reached out to Dave's hard-on, and gently pulled it closer to him so he could kiss it's tip.
That's all I needed to suck Rafe's cock down my throat, burying my nose in his midnight forest.
I was rather surprised, and extremely pleased, that in the space of sheer moments, I was blowing Rafe, while "My" Dave was basically skull fucking him, fingers tangled in his raven mane.
Rafe's precum tasted so sweet to me. The musk of his bush had my head spinning. Yet, I eased my face off of him, replacing it with a hand, slowly jerking him with the lube of my spit, that had come gushing from my back molars.
I swear I could feel his pulse in my hand, through the throbbing of his shaft, as my tongue wandered down to lick his balls.
Rafe's heels were up on that table in a flash! I don't think he could have opened his taint, and hole, to me any further.
Before I took "the plunge", I glanced up to see Rafe holding Dave's hips in one hand, to drive "My Cowboy's" dick deeper down his throat. In that position, on his back, heels on the table's edge, contorting to grab Dave's ass ... Damn! ... "our" Rafe was lithe!
I was deviously wondering how else we might be able to stretch him, as my tongue darted for his hole.
Can you curl your tongue? Not everybody can. In my case, it seemed to be a gift.
I lapped at Rafe's back gate, to get it nice and slick, then did my magic, and drove my pointed tongue into his steaming pucker.
I thought the poor boy was going to jump off the table, and maybe bite Dave's bone off in the process!
Instead, he planted his heels more firmly, and pivoted his butt more forcefully against my face, grabbing Dave's cock with his hand, so he could back his face off. Rafe was jacking Dave, as he began panting, as though he was giving birth!
"Please, Ollie. Fuck me!"
"Hoss" didn't need any more encouragement.
Rafe:
I was slightly concerned that I might be being too forward. I mean, it wasn't like I really knew these guys all that well. Yet, in such a short span, I felt we had become extremely close. They had shown me tremendous trust, in all that they'd shared. On top of that, they were both the hottest dudes I'd ever met.
Ollie was a dream the moment I set eyes on him, so many weeks ago. He'd immediately became a favorite in my fantasy "spank bank". I never thought I had a chance in Hell with him. And, then, he showed up with his boyfriend Dave, and I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven!
Now? I was sure, beyond a doubt, that I had, indeed, left Earth! There was NO way I was going to let this pass me by!
I'll admit I'm a very horny gay guy! However, I've never been a slut! And, yet, here I was, all sweaty, on my back, with Dave in my face, and Ollie with his tongue in my hole, getting ready to pound me! I HAD to be Dreaming!
Yeah! I wasn't exactly new to gay sex. There had been the "usual" experimenting, with a few guys before, with the emphasis on "few". I'd topped, and bottomed, so I knew what was about to happen. I just couldn't imagine my sheer luck that it would be with these two hunks! I wanted both of them so badly!
I didn't know if this would work out that way. If it did, though, I wanted Ollie to do me first. I noted that his dick was tapered, pointy at the head, then thick at his base. Dave was more like me, a continual cylinder. I figured Ollie would be best to get my ass ready for "the stretch".
Like I've said, this wasn't my first rodeo, so I knew I had to relax, and even push down a bit, as Ollie's tip slipped past my sphincter. He was using one hand to guide his shaft, with the other resting on my upraised knee. I could feel my toes curling over the table's edge, as the pressure in my butt began to build.
I was cupping Dave's balls in my palm, his engorged mushroom head bobbing just over my left eye, obscuring my vision a bit, as I glanced down my body, noting my tip was leaking juice into my navel.
Dave's musky male crotch smell was making me slightly dizzy. Ollie had buried half his shaft in my ass, then stopped, and put his other hand on my other knee. His amazing blue eyes were searching my face for my reaction. He was bathing me in dimples. He pulled back just a little, then glided the rest of him into me, right up to his pubes, then stopped again.
There was pressure, butt no pain. It felt like he belonged right where he was. I smiled back at him, and clenched his dick with my anal muscle, to let him know I was O.K.
Finally, the fucking began.
Beads of sweat were shining off Ollie's smooth slab pecs, as he was pounding into me. His eyes never left mine. I was trying to stay tight around his tapered shaft, as my ring would close down when he pulled almost out, then would be pushed back to full open when he'd plunge up to his wide base.
Dave had his hand around my dick, slowly stroking me as Ollie was sliding in and out of my hole. I was leaking like a sieve!
As I began panting, and tightening my abs, Dave moved at the speed of light to swallow my cock, just moments before I exploded down his throat.
Ollie slowed down to a slower pace. I thought he might pull all the way out. I clamped down to hold him in me. He froze in place, after thrusting entirely into me. I was fully impaled by his thick based dick.
I was still majorly boned when Dave raised his head, licking his lips, and grinning. A loud slapping sound rang out as my wet dick smacked my tummy.
"Damn, Rafe! You taste like honey!", Dave declared, running a finger tip up the underside of my shaft, to my pee slit, making my dick jump, and my ass clenching Ollie tighter.
I could feel Ollie tensing inside me, though I didn't think he was cumming. He didn't have that kind of look on his face. His expression was more of caring, and concern.
"Damn, Rafe! You're tight as Hell! Had enough?", Ollie wondered.
"No. Ummm ... Can Dave do me now?"
I didn't know if I'd crossed a line, since Ollie was still filling me, and hadn't gotten off, since I'd fired so soon.
I was relieved when they both smiled at each other.
"Babe, you have to try this hot tight tunnel!", Ollie cooed at Dave, while he slowly slid out of me, making room for his lover.
"If you insist, Stud!", Dave grinned. "And, you've got to taste some of this." Dave moved to stick his cum slimed tongue in Ollie's mouth.
I felt so blessed to see these two "Gods" hovering over me, and lovingly swapping spit, flavored with my sperm. This must be Heaven! Little did I know it was just the beginning of what was to cum next!
Dave:
Watching "My" Ollie fuck "Our" gorgeous Rafe far surpassed any porn I'd ever watched, or anything I'd been involved in before!
If "Catch" had a "musk detector" aboard, it would have been blaring loud enough to be heard back in Harbour Home!
As I moved to assume Ollie's position, I had to be careful not to loose my footing on the slippery stuff I'd been dripping all over the deck.
Though I'd basically been a bystander, and grateful audience to this Uber HOT scene, up to the point of catching Rafe's delicious, very forceful, series of blasts down my throat, I was sweating nearly as much as either of these two awesome, lusty, animals! We'd have to open all the hatches, and air out the cabin in the morning!
I expected Ollie to move to my former position of observation, but he simply stepped back, and with an almost bow, which I had to chuckle at, motioned towards Rafe's pulsing ass with an open hand.
Rafe, in an obvious move to show he was ready for more, raised his feet in the air, grasping the back of his knees. The look on his face said, "Hungry!" I was ramped up to give him a GO!
Ollie's previous attack had left Rafe's ass gaping open for my entry. I had no problem easing my girth into his butt. He let out a sigh as as I entered him, then clamped down on my dick like I couldn't believe!
I immediately knew Rafe was going to be one fantastic ride! Then Ollie surprised me, kneeling behind me, spreading my butt cheeks, and ramming his rolled tongue up My hole! JEEBUS!!
One moment I was fucking, and getting rimmed. Then "My Stud" ran it up a notch further as I felt "Hoss" beginning to explore my ass! I'd suddenly become the middle of a sandwich!
Rafe had his feet on my shoulders, hands behind his head, grinning at me while I began fucking him. I turned my head, and sucked three of his toes into my mouth. His grin went to an open mouthed expression of ecstasy.
Ollie was fucking me, as I was fucking Rafe. I wasn't sure who was setting the pace. I think Ollie was still fucking Rafe through me!
Ollie wasn't only thrusting, he was also rotating, which he knew drove me wild! He hit my prostate just right, and in a flash, I was gushing into Rafe.
Feeling my assgasms, "Hoss" was soon filling my innards with searing "Boy Cream", and Rafe's throbbing dick had recharged enough to shoot pearly streams into his sable hair!
Rafe's mouth was wide open in amazement, so I knew he caught some of his own jizz on his tongue. Luckily, he didn't get any in his eyes.
All three of us were drained as I slipped out of Rafe's ass, and "Hoss" slithered out of mine.
I dropped down on Rafe to kiss him, smearing the cum covering his body all over mine. Then I pivoted to hug Ollie, and get him all messy, too.
It was time for "Wet Wipes", and paper towels. There was no way the three of us were going to leave "Catch" to hit the marina's showers. We were all having fun cleaning each other up, amid hugs, and kisses.
"Catch" had double bunks in her V-berth. With some adjustments, the lower level could be converted to a king sized bed.
Ollie, and I, laid a naked Rafe down between us. With tangled arms, and legs, "My Stud", and I, adopted our first "Love Brother", cherished by both our Hearts!
Rafe:
OMG! I was sure I'd just died, and this had to be my "After Life"! I had a naked Angel hugging me from both sides. I didn't ever want to wake up!
Chapter 99 of ? ...
Ollie:
As soon as the words, "Time to get back below decks?”, were out of my mouth, Rafe untangled himself, and took off down.
Dave and I grinned at each other. "I think dessert is being served.", Dave chuckled.
"I'm up for this, if it's O.K. with you."
"As long as we're together, and having fun, I can't think of anything better, Stud."
I grabbed Dave's face, and sucked on his tongue. "In that case, grab our shirts, and follow me, Cowboy!"
I slid down from the fly bridge, hands loosely grasping the rails, my feet not touching anything until they hit the stern deck.
I could hear Dave laughing behind me, "That much of a hurry?"
"I don't want our "chicken" melting before we make him!"
Dave had to sit down on the top step, laughing. "Lead on, Babe!"
I tripped over Rafe's shorts on my way to the cabin hatch. Hmmm ...
Dave bumped into me.
"Toss those shirts on the lounge bench, with your shorts.", I said, stepping out of my shorts, and adding them to the pile.
"Hoss" was boned up along my belly, as I paused to hug my naked Dave, grinding our boners together.
"We can stop right here, and have our own fun." Dave assured me.
"That wouldn't be fair to Rafe, or us.", I answered.
"That's my Stud!", Dave replied, smacking my naked butt cheeks.
How can I describe the scene, as we headed below deck, with Dave's dick tapping my ass?
Naked Rafe was sitting on the corner of the galley table, legs splayed to either side, supporting himself on his elbows, showing off his crotch, balls, and engorged dick, slammed against his six pack abs. That position was also highlighting the definition of his firm pecs, with his nipples standing at attention.
"What took you two so long?", he smiled, pulsing his pelvic muscle, making his dick "jump", revealing a sting of crystal precum leading from his pee hole to his tummy.
This gorgeous Latino Stud was definitely primed!
Rafe was not white, but he wasn't exactly brown either. However, his dick and balls were darker than the rest of him. The color of his genitals reminded me of chocolate ice cream. Yum!
I glanced back at Dave, with a grin, before I ran my palm down the inside of Rafe's muscular inner thigh, landing my thumb under his balls, and letting my fingers rest on his sable pubes, as I grasped the base of his dick. I slid my other hand under his shaft, to lift, no, pry, his turgid erection up off his abs.
"Nice pole, Buddy!", I smiled, looking into his sultry golden brown eyes. His precum was flowing over my knuckles. "May I taste?"
Rafe had tensed his entire being, breathing deeply, and his beautiful eyes rolled back into his head for a moment. I thought he was going to cum at my touch.
He looked back at me gasping, "I'm hoping this is not a dream. You two can do anything you want with me. And, I do mean Anything, Please!"
Dave had nudged past me, dragging his dick along my hip, and was now standing over Rafe, with a palm laying in the valley between his pecs, resting on his heart.
"I know that you and I have just met, and you've only known Ollie briefly. In fact, Ollie and I didn't know each other until just a few weeks ago. But, I can assure you, that you can do anything with us, too.", Dave soothed.
Rafe exhaled, then looking tentatively into Dave's emerald eyes, reached out to Dave's hard-on, and gently pulled it closer to him so he could kiss it's tip.
That's all I needed to suck Rafe's cock down my throat, burying my nose in his midnight forest.
I was rather surprised, and extremely pleased, that in the space of sheer moments, I was blowing Rafe, while "My" Dave was basically skull fucking him, fingers tangled in his raven mane.
Rafe's precum tasted so sweet to me. The musk of his bush had my head spinning. Yet, I eased my face off of him, replacing it with a hand, slowly jerking him with the lube of my spit, that had come gushing from my back molars.
I swear I could feel his pulse in my hand, through the throbbing of his shaft, as my tongue wandered down to lick his balls.
Rafe's heels were up on that table in a flash! I don't think he could have opened his taint, and hole, to me any further.
Before I took "the plunge", I glanced up to see Rafe holding Dave's hips in one hand, to drive "My Cowboy's" dick deeper down his throat. In that position, on his back, heels on the table's edge, contorting to grab Dave's ass ... Damn! ... "our" Rafe was lithe!
I was deviously wondering how else we might be able to stretch him, as my tongue darted for his hole.
Can you curl your tongue? Not everybody can. In my case, it seemed to be a gift.
I lapped at Rafe's back gate, to get it nice and slick, then did my magic, and drove my pointed tongue into his steaming pucker.
I thought the poor boy was going to jump off the table, and maybe bite Dave's bone off in the process!
Instead, he planted his heels more firmly, and pivoted his butt more forcefully against my face, grabbing Dave's cock with his hand, so he could back his face off. Rafe was jacking Dave, as he began panting, as though he was giving birth!
"Please, Ollie. Fuck me!"
"Hoss" didn't need any more encouragement.
Rafe:
I was slightly concerned that I might be being too forward. I mean, it wasn't like I really knew these guys all that well. Yet, in such a short span, I felt we had become extremely close. They had shown me tremendous trust, in all that they'd shared. On top of that, they were both the hottest dudes I'd ever met.
Ollie was a dream the moment I set eyes on him, so many weeks ago. He'd immediately became a favorite in my fantasy "spank bank". I never thought I had a chance in Hell with him. And, then, he showed up with his boyfriend Dave, and I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven!
Now? I was sure, beyond a doubt, that I had, indeed, left Earth! There was NO way I was going to let this pass me by!
I'll admit I'm a very horny gay guy! However, I've never been a slut! And, yet, here I was, all sweaty, on my back, with Dave in my face, and Ollie with his tongue in my hole, getting ready to pound me! I HAD to be Dreaming!
Yeah! I wasn't exactly new to gay sex. There had been the "usual" experimenting, with a few guys before, with the emphasis on "few". I'd topped, and bottomed, so I knew what was about to happen. I just couldn't imagine my sheer luck that it would be with these two hunks! I wanted both of them so badly!
I didn't know if this would work out that way. If it did, though, I wanted Ollie to do me first. I noted that his dick was tapered, pointy at the head, then thick at his base. Dave was more like me, a continual cylinder. I figured Ollie would be best to get my ass ready for "the stretch".
Like I've said, this wasn't my first rodeo, so I knew I had to relax, and even push down a bit, as Ollie's tip slipped past my sphincter. He was using one hand to guide his shaft, with the other resting on my upraised knee. I could feel my toes curling over the table's edge, as the pressure in my butt began to build.
I was cupping Dave's balls in my palm, his engorged mushroom head bobbing just over my left eye, obscuring my vision a bit, as I glanced down my body, noting my tip was leaking juice into my navel.
Dave's musky male crotch smell was making me slightly dizzy. Ollie had buried half his shaft in my ass, then stopped, and put his other hand on my other knee. His amazing blue eyes were searching my face for my reaction. He was bathing me in dimples. He pulled back just a little, then glided the rest of him into me, right up to his pubes, then stopped again.
There was pressure, butt no pain. It felt like he belonged right where he was. I smiled back at him, and clenched his dick with my anal muscle, to let him know I was O.K.
Finally, the fucking began.
Beads of sweat were shining off Ollie's smooth slab pecs, as he was pounding into me. His eyes never left mine. I was trying to stay tight around his tapered shaft, as my ring would close down when he pulled almost out, then would be pushed back to full open when he'd plunge up to his wide base.
Dave had his hand around my dick, slowly stroking me as Ollie was sliding in and out of my hole. I was leaking like a sieve!
As I began panting, and tightening my abs, Dave moved at the speed of light to swallow my cock, just moments before I exploded down his throat.
Ollie slowed down to a slower pace. I thought he might pull all the way out. I clamped down to hold him in me. He froze in place, after thrusting entirely into me. I was fully impaled by his thick based dick.
I was still majorly boned when Dave raised his head, licking his lips, and grinning. A loud slapping sound rang out as my wet dick smacked my tummy.
"Damn, Rafe! You taste like honey!", Dave declared, running a finger tip up the underside of my shaft, to my pee slit, making my dick jump, and my ass clenching Ollie tighter.
I could feel Ollie tensing inside me, though I didn't think he was cumming. He didn't have that kind of look on his face. His expression was more of caring, and concern.
"Damn, Rafe! You're tight as Hell! Had enough?", Ollie wondered.
"No. Ummm ... Can Dave do me now?"
I didn't know if I'd crossed a line, since Ollie was still filling me, and hadn't gotten off, since I'd fired so soon.
I was relieved when they both smiled at each other.
"Babe, you have to try this hot tight tunnel!", Ollie cooed at Dave, while he slowly slid out of me, making room for his lover.
"If you insist, Stud!", Dave grinned. "And, you've got to taste some of this." Dave moved to stick his cum slimed tongue in Ollie's mouth.
I felt so blessed to see these two "Gods" hovering over me, and lovingly swapping spit, flavored with my sperm. This must be Heaven! Little did I know it was just the beginning of what was to cum next!
Dave:
Watching "My" Ollie fuck "Our" gorgeous Rafe far surpassed any porn I'd ever watched, or anything I'd been involved in before!
If "Catch" had a "musk detector" aboard, it would have been blaring loud enough to be heard back in Harbour Home!
As I moved to assume Ollie's position, I had to be careful not to loose my footing on the slippery stuff I'd been dripping all over the deck.
Though I'd basically been a bystander, and grateful audience to this Uber HOT scene, up to the point of catching Rafe's delicious, very forceful, series of blasts down my throat, I was sweating nearly as much as either of these two awesome, lusty, animals! We'd have to open all the hatches, and air out the cabin in the morning!
I expected Ollie to move to my former position of observation, but he simply stepped back, and with an almost bow, which I had to chuckle at, motioned towards Rafe's pulsing ass with an open hand.
Rafe, in an obvious move to show he was ready for more, raised his feet in the air, grasping the back of his knees. The look on his face said, "Hungry!" I was ramped up to give him a GO!
Ollie's previous attack had left Rafe's ass gaping open for my entry. I had no problem easing my girth into his butt. He let out a sigh as as I entered him, then clamped down on my dick like I couldn't believe!
I immediately knew Rafe was going to be one fantastic ride! Then Ollie surprised me, kneeling behind me, spreading my butt cheeks, and ramming his rolled tongue up My hole! JEEBUS!!
One moment I was fucking, and getting rimmed. Then "My Stud" ran it up a notch further as I felt "Hoss" beginning to explore my ass! I'd suddenly become the middle of a sandwich!
Rafe had his feet on my shoulders, hands behind his head, grinning at me while I began fucking him. I turned my head, and sucked three of his toes into my mouth. His grin went to an open mouthed expression of ecstasy.
Ollie was fucking me, as I was fucking Rafe. I wasn't sure who was setting the pace. I think Ollie was still fucking Rafe through me!
Ollie wasn't only thrusting, he was also rotating, which he knew drove me wild! He hit my prostate just right, and in a flash, I was gushing into Rafe.
Feeling my assgasms, "Hoss" was soon filling my innards with searing "Boy Cream", and Rafe's throbbing dick had recharged enough to shoot pearly streams into his sable hair!
Rafe's mouth was wide open in amazement, so I knew he caught some of his own jizz on his tongue. Luckily, he didn't get any in his eyes.
All three of us were drained as I slipped out of Rafe's ass, and "Hoss" slithered out of mine.
I dropped down on Rafe to kiss him, smearing the cum covering his body all over mine. Then I pivoted to hug Ollie, and get him all messy, too.
It was time for "Wet Wipes", and paper towels. There was no way the three of us were going to leave "Catch" to hit the marina's showers. We were all having fun cleaning each other up, amid hugs, and kisses.
"Catch" had double bunks in her V-berth. With some adjustments, the lower level could be converted to a king sized bed.
Ollie, and I, laid a naked Rafe down between us. With tangled arms, and legs, "My Stud", and I, adopted our first "Love Brother", cherished by both our Hearts!
Rafe:
OMG! I was sure I'd just died, and this had to be my "After Life"! I had a naked Angel hugging me from both sides. I didn't ever want to wake up!
lakesinclair
Porn Star
WHEW !! my friend. I am sorry it took me so long to get caught up but I plan
to make sure I don't stay away as long next time.
I hope our guys plans include the possibility of being discovered and are prepared
for it.
Look forward to the next chapter. Sorry it took so long.
Lake
to make sure I don't stay away as long next time.
I hope our guys plans include the possibility of being discovered and are prepared
for it.
Look forward to the next chapter. Sorry it took so long.
Lake
haz,
A CUMtastic chapter, for sure. Yo've got me about ready to pump some of that cream out.
A CUMtastic chapter, for sure. Yo've got me about ready to pump some of that cream out.
Craiger
JUB Addict
What an orgasmic chapter, Chaz. I'm definitely going to have to find my Ollie, Dave and Rafe soon and repeat that entire scene. My 7th Chakra is aching......
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"Out of The Mist"
Chapter 100 of ? ...
Rafe:
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Shit!", Ollie muttered, turning away from me to tap a small screen on "Catch's" port side.
He then resumed his position, nuzzling his face into my neck, arm over my chest, clasping Dave's shoulder, returning his right leg over my inner right thigh, his foot over Dave's left one.
Yeah! I woke up naked, on my back, with two nude angels laying on top of me, and holding each other as they were holding me. I never wanted this moment to end!
Dave stirred. "Fuck!", he muttered.
Maybe it was the after effect of the "Jack and Cokes". Maybe it was the steamy HOT sex we'd imposed on the poor galley table. Maybe it was we'd been playing into the early hours, and Ollie had previously, thoughtfully, set the alarm for 6am, knowing I'd have to get to work on time.
Dave untangled himself, kissed Ollie, then me. "Time to get moving, guys!", he gruffed, before getting out of bed, heading stern side. "Give me a few minutes, Rafe. Then the head is all yours.", he quietly grated, over his retreating shoulders.
"Oomph!", came from Ollie, as he hugged me closer, making up for the loss of Dave's warmth.
I must have gone back to snoozing. The next thing I knew was being aroused by the smell of frying bacon, and fresh brewed coffee.
"Your turn in the head, Buddy!", Ollie murmured, rolling off of me to hug his pillow.
I didn't want to get up!
"Catch" was hooked up to land power, and water. Her shower was the entire head cubicle, barely room for one to pivot between the toilet and sink. Still, there was no way I was going to leave for the marina's showers. This would have to do.
As I got out, a naked Ollie was patiently waiting, arms crossed, having retrieved our clothes from the cockpit, and had mine laid out for me on the bed. He did stop me, though, to grab my dick.
"You're SO Sweet, Rafe!", he declared, then hugged me, before moving around me to enter the head.
The galley table had been cleaned, and set up for breakfast. Dave had cooked up what he called "Eggs Benicek", which was Awesome!
Both of my new found angels hugged, and kissed me, before I had to disembark from "Catch", and go to work. I was floating on air!
Ollie:
I was helping Dave clear dishes, and stuff, when I heard the sat phone ringing. Dave smacked my ass, and grinned, as I headed topside to the lower helm.
“Hello?” It was Arie. We chatted for a few minutes. I returned below with a “firm” look on my face.
“What's up, Stud?”, Dave smiled, shooting green sparkles at me from his emerald eyes.
“Um ... we need to get cleaned up, squared away, and hit the waves.”
“Right now?”
“Um ... yeah! Trust me. I'll explain once we get under way.”
Without another word, Dave and I headed for the marina's showers, then checked in at the office to settle our bill. Luckily, Rafe was available to help us cast off.
We made sure Rafe had our contact info., and we his. We told him we wanted him to come up to Harbour Home, as soon as he could. He assured us he'd do his best to get coverage for the weekend, and head up. We emphasized we couldn't wait to show him everything, and introduce him to our friends. Besides, Ryan would be there, too. Rafe was stoked!
There were hugs, and kisses, all around. Then, with maybe a few tears, I backed “Catch” out of her slip, spun her amidship, and headed out to sea. The “friendly” patrol boat was shadowing us.
Dave took a moment to call the shoppe, and let Dan, Tim, Frank, and Ryan, know that we were headed home.
I was sitting on the lower helm bench, in Dave's lap, his strong arms around me, his chin on my shoulder, his breath warming my neck.
“What's up?”, he puffed into my ear.
I explained the earlier call was from Arie, who gave me explicit instructions not to go near “Oilers' Cove”, and get back to Harbour Home as soon as we could.
“That was it?”, Dave wondered, clasping me closer to him.
“Yeah! He made it short, and very precise. I didn't have a chance to ask questions. I have to trust him. Yes?”
“Since you put it that way, I've got to agree.”, Dave affirmed, sounding concerned.
“Does that mean I won't get to drive?”
“Not on your life, “Cowboy”! A promise is a promise! Once we hit the waves, and shag our shadow, we're going to swap places, without our shorts, and “Catch”, and “Hoss”, are going to pound your Hot Hole all the way home! Wee! Wee! Wee!”
“Damn! I LOVE You!”, Dave enthused, hugging me tighter than I ever thought he could!
As “Catch” glided further out into the bay, away from Boston Harbor, the patrol boat gave us three “toots”, her crew waving, and peeled off to return to their usual cruise pattern.
I turned us North, stood up, dropped my shorts, and peeled Dave out of his. “Your turn to ride!”, I exclaimed, grabbing “Hoss”, and waving “Him” at my True Love.
Dave was sitting in My lap, in no time. I reached around him to take his hand, and push both throttles full forward. Then, I showed him how to toggle the tabs up. “Catch” was furiously bouncing over the waves in no time. “Hoss” had snaked his way up into Dave's ass, so “He”, and “Catch” could fuck my Awesome Guy, together!
Brad McCarthy:
Instead of my usual jacket, with “FBI” emblazoned on its back, I was wearing a set of borrowed Coast Guard fatigues, identifying me as a lieutenant, the name tag not being mine.
There were ten of us, in two vans, that pulled up to the locked gates, at an old warehouse, in “Oilers' Cove”. We were there to do a safety inspection of the tramp steamer that was moored at the decaying pier beyond.
Arie had been in touch, sending me the vids, and information, that Pete, Mark, Dave, and Ollie, had been feeding him. There was no doubt in my mind that we were closing in on the ship that nearly ran “Catch” over. But, there was also possibly more than “just” that.
My suspicions were further confirmed when the young guy that opened the gate, wanting to know who we were, and why we were there, was sporting a celtic cross tattoo, that I recognized from the hospital surveillance cams. There was a connection here that might prove to be more important than we realized.
After confirming we were Coast Guard (well, except for me, but I didn't say anything), we were allowed to proceed. I noticed the “hospital dude” raising his phone as we passed. There were several other “muscled guys” prowling about. Interesting for such an “abandoned” facility.
We drew up to the gang plank, exited our vehicles, with holstered arms in plain sight.
Dmitri:
The phone call gave me enough time to trigger “the button”, and get ready to meet our unexpected guests. “Ping! Ping! Ping!”, softly rang out through the entire ship. My crew knew what that meant. Hatches were opened, while in other areas bulkheads that hadn't been there before slid closed.
“Welcome aboard, ladies and gentlemen! I am Captain Stamatelakys, at your service.”
Surprise Coast Guard inspections were not unheard of, and this certainly wasn't our first one. In fact, in other countries, they could be more extensive, plus expensive, if you catch my drift.
This one, though, had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. We weren't supposed to be here at this time. If it hadn't been for our little almost run in, and Ting's injury, we wouldn't be here at all. And, we couldn't leave until tomorrow.
Why was this happening now? It didn't feel coincidental. However, I was confident it would go well, and we would be able to head out as soon as we got Ting back aboard. I was mentally projecting to my crew, “Smiles, everyone!” These folks weren't going to find anything they shouldn't. Of that I was sure. Still …
Brad:
Everything seemed to be in order. Her papers identified her as “Dog Star”, the name Ryan had provided (a “connection”). The crew was a mix of nationalities. I don't think any two were the same. I supposed that could come in handy visiting different ports. Ting was listed, but absent (one more “connection”).
There were things that didn't quite match her appearance. Granted she looked aged, and lived in. Though all was “neat”, she wasn't what you'd call “Bristol”, far from clean. However, the equipment on her bridge was the latest and greatest. And, though I was by no means an expert on things maritime, even I recognized that.
The whole crew seemed to be welcoming, friendly, and eager to help with our tour. And, yet, the inconsistencies kept making themselves evident.
While below decks, and relying on my sense of direction, and distance, there were some odd spots that didn't quite feel right. One was a particular passage that abruptly ended at a smooth bulkhead, with two flights leading up, on either side, when it felt it should have lead further forward. I hadn't been counting foot steps, let alone measuring, but there was something not quite “right”.
Just short of an hour, we all met Capt. Dmitri on the bridge, and signed off the inspection with flying colors.
Speaking of colors, I'd taken the liberty to scrape off a bit of “Dog Star's” evident rust, into a little baggy, with all intentions of running it through our lab. Just one more thing that didn't feel quite “right”.
The charcoal gray Ford Expedition, which it looked like, but wasn't, parked in the public lot of Harbour Home's central pier. Two big dudes, in suits, got out of the front, and a big redheaded guy, dressed more casually, got out of the back, office appointed, interior.
The two suited guys flanked the ginger as they ambled south to The Blacksmith Shoppe.
Frank was at the front counter, ending his call from Dave, as those three entered through the wide open front barn doors.
Ryan was heading toward Frank, from the forge at the back.
Before Frank could greet the new visitors, Ryan exclaimed, “Uncle Paddy!”
Chapter 100 of ? ...
Rafe:
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Shit!", Ollie muttered, turning away from me to tap a small screen on "Catch's" port side.
He then resumed his position, nuzzling his face into my neck, arm over my chest, clasping Dave's shoulder, returning his right leg over my inner right thigh, his foot over Dave's left one.
Yeah! I woke up naked, on my back, with two nude angels laying on top of me, and holding each other as they were holding me. I never wanted this moment to end!
Dave stirred. "Fuck!", he muttered.
Maybe it was the after effect of the "Jack and Cokes". Maybe it was the steamy HOT sex we'd imposed on the poor galley table. Maybe it was we'd been playing into the early hours, and Ollie had previously, thoughtfully, set the alarm for 6am, knowing I'd have to get to work on time.
Dave untangled himself, kissed Ollie, then me. "Time to get moving, guys!", he gruffed, before getting out of bed, heading stern side. "Give me a few minutes, Rafe. Then the head is all yours.", he quietly grated, over his retreating shoulders.
"Oomph!", came from Ollie, as he hugged me closer, making up for the loss of Dave's warmth.
I must have gone back to snoozing. The next thing I knew was being aroused by the smell of frying bacon, and fresh brewed coffee.
"Your turn in the head, Buddy!", Ollie murmured, rolling off of me to hug his pillow.
I didn't want to get up!
"Catch" was hooked up to land power, and water. Her shower was the entire head cubicle, barely room for one to pivot between the toilet and sink. Still, there was no way I was going to leave for the marina's showers. This would have to do.
As I got out, a naked Ollie was patiently waiting, arms crossed, having retrieved our clothes from the cockpit, and had mine laid out for me on the bed. He did stop me, though, to grab my dick.
"You're SO Sweet, Rafe!", he declared, then hugged me, before moving around me to enter the head.
The galley table had been cleaned, and set up for breakfast. Dave had cooked up what he called "Eggs Benicek", which was Awesome!
Both of my new found angels hugged, and kissed me, before I had to disembark from "Catch", and go to work. I was floating on air!
Ollie:
I was helping Dave clear dishes, and stuff, when I heard the sat phone ringing. Dave smacked my ass, and grinned, as I headed topside to the lower helm.
“Hello?” It was Arie. We chatted for a few minutes. I returned below with a “firm” look on my face.
“What's up, Stud?”, Dave smiled, shooting green sparkles at me from his emerald eyes.
“Um ... we need to get cleaned up, squared away, and hit the waves.”
“Right now?”
“Um ... yeah! Trust me. I'll explain once we get under way.”
Without another word, Dave and I headed for the marina's showers, then checked in at the office to settle our bill. Luckily, Rafe was available to help us cast off.
We made sure Rafe had our contact info., and we his. We told him we wanted him to come up to Harbour Home, as soon as he could. He assured us he'd do his best to get coverage for the weekend, and head up. We emphasized we couldn't wait to show him everything, and introduce him to our friends. Besides, Ryan would be there, too. Rafe was stoked!
There were hugs, and kisses, all around. Then, with maybe a few tears, I backed “Catch” out of her slip, spun her amidship, and headed out to sea. The “friendly” patrol boat was shadowing us.
Dave took a moment to call the shoppe, and let Dan, Tim, Frank, and Ryan, know that we were headed home.
I was sitting on the lower helm bench, in Dave's lap, his strong arms around me, his chin on my shoulder, his breath warming my neck.
“What's up?”, he puffed into my ear.
I explained the earlier call was from Arie, who gave me explicit instructions not to go near “Oilers' Cove”, and get back to Harbour Home as soon as we could.
“That was it?”, Dave wondered, clasping me closer to him.
“Yeah! He made it short, and very precise. I didn't have a chance to ask questions. I have to trust him. Yes?”
“Since you put it that way, I've got to agree.”, Dave affirmed, sounding concerned.
“Does that mean I won't get to drive?”
“Not on your life, “Cowboy”! A promise is a promise! Once we hit the waves, and shag our shadow, we're going to swap places, without our shorts, and “Catch”, and “Hoss”, are going to pound your Hot Hole all the way home! Wee! Wee! Wee!”
“Damn! I LOVE You!”, Dave enthused, hugging me tighter than I ever thought he could!
As “Catch” glided further out into the bay, away from Boston Harbor, the patrol boat gave us three “toots”, her crew waving, and peeled off to return to their usual cruise pattern.
I turned us North, stood up, dropped my shorts, and peeled Dave out of his. “Your turn to ride!”, I exclaimed, grabbing “Hoss”, and waving “Him” at my True Love.
Dave was sitting in My lap, in no time. I reached around him to take his hand, and push both throttles full forward. Then, I showed him how to toggle the tabs up. “Catch” was furiously bouncing over the waves in no time. “Hoss” had snaked his way up into Dave's ass, so “He”, and “Catch” could fuck my Awesome Guy, together!
Brad McCarthy:
Instead of my usual jacket, with “FBI” emblazoned on its back, I was wearing a set of borrowed Coast Guard fatigues, identifying me as a lieutenant, the name tag not being mine.
There were ten of us, in two vans, that pulled up to the locked gates, at an old warehouse, in “Oilers' Cove”. We were there to do a safety inspection of the tramp steamer that was moored at the decaying pier beyond.
Arie had been in touch, sending me the vids, and information, that Pete, Mark, Dave, and Ollie, had been feeding him. There was no doubt in my mind that we were closing in on the ship that nearly ran “Catch” over. But, there was also possibly more than “just” that.
My suspicions were further confirmed when the young guy that opened the gate, wanting to know who we were, and why we were there, was sporting a celtic cross tattoo, that I recognized from the hospital surveillance cams. There was a connection here that might prove to be more important than we realized.
After confirming we were Coast Guard (well, except for me, but I didn't say anything), we were allowed to proceed. I noticed the “hospital dude” raising his phone as we passed. There were several other “muscled guys” prowling about. Interesting for such an “abandoned” facility.
We drew up to the gang plank, exited our vehicles, with holstered arms in plain sight.
Dmitri:
The phone call gave me enough time to trigger “the button”, and get ready to meet our unexpected guests. “Ping! Ping! Ping!”, softly rang out through the entire ship. My crew knew what that meant. Hatches were opened, while in other areas bulkheads that hadn't been there before slid closed.
“Welcome aboard, ladies and gentlemen! I am Captain Stamatelakys, at your service.”
Surprise Coast Guard inspections were not unheard of, and this certainly wasn't our first one. In fact, in other countries, they could be more extensive, plus expensive, if you catch my drift.
This one, though, had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. We weren't supposed to be here at this time. If it hadn't been for our little almost run in, and Ting's injury, we wouldn't be here at all. And, we couldn't leave until tomorrow.
Why was this happening now? It didn't feel coincidental. However, I was confident it would go well, and we would be able to head out as soon as we got Ting back aboard. I was mentally projecting to my crew, “Smiles, everyone!” These folks weren't going to find anything they shouldn't. Of that I was sure. Still …
Brad:
Everything seemed to be in order. Her papers identified her as “Dog Star”, the name Ryan had provided (a “connection”). The crew was a mix of nationalities. I don't think any two were the same. I supposed that could come in handy visiting different ports. Ting was listed, but absent (one more “connection”).
There were things that didn't quite match her appearance. Granted she looked aged, and lived in. Though all was “neat”, she wasn't what you'd call “Bristol”, far from clean. However, the equipment on her bridge was the latest and greatest. And, though I was by no means an expert on things maritime, even I recognized that.
The whole crew seemed to be welcoming, friendly, and eager to help with our tour. And, yet, the inconsistencies kept making themselves evident.
While below decks, and relying on my sense of direction, and distance, there were some odd spots that didn't quite feel right. One was a particular passage that abruptly ended at a smooth bulkhead, with two flights leading up, on either side, when it felt it should have lead further forward. I hadn't been counting foot steps, let alone measuring, but there was something not quite “right”.
Just short of an hour, we all met Capt. Dmitri on the bridge, and signed off the inspection with flying colors.
Speaking of colors, I'd taken the liberty to scrape off a bit of “Dog Star's” evident rust, into a little baggy, with all intentions of running it through our lab. Just one more thing that didn't feel quite “right”.
The charcoal gray Ford Expedition, which it looked like, but wasn't, parked in the public lot of Harbour Home's central pier. Two big dudes, in suits, got out of the front, and a big redheaded guy, dressed more casually, got out of the back, office appointed, interior.
The two suited guys flanked the ginger as they ambled south to The Blacksmith Shoppe.
Frank was at the front counter, ending his call from Dave, as those three entered through the wide open front barn doors.
Ryan was heading toward Frank, from the forge at the back.
Before Frank could greet the new visitors, Ryan exclaimed, “Uncle Paddy!”
Chaz,
You snuck this in on me and my tired eyes.
I agree with Rick - the tension is definitely growing.
Show down at the shoppe?!
You snuck this in on me and my tired eyes.
I agree with Rick - the tension is definitely growing.
Show down at the shoppe?!
Craiger
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As Rickrock said, tnesion are high and the mystery is getting deeper. Uncle Paddy's unexpected visit to Harbour Home is odd. Could he suspect Ryan is not as devoted as he would hope? Will he visit Gary and Crawford? Oh dear!!! Thanks, Chaz.
Craiger
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Suspenseful installment. Very intrigued to see what happens next...
Given all what's happened, wouldn't be surprised to see a discreet Coast Guard boat with a couple hot and protective men trailing Catch, just to make sure they get back alright! In which case they'd get quite a nice show with our boys "driving home."
Given all what's happened, wouldn't be surprised to see a discreet Coast Guard boat with a couple hot and protective men trailing Catch, just to make sure they get back alright! In which case they'd get quite a nice show with our boys "driving home."
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 101 of ? …
Frank:
Ryan's outburst had the effect of nailing my feet to the floor, my hands to the counter, and I became invisible to those involved with what was unfolding before me.
The graying Ginger Bear, right in front of me, began laughing, and held his arms open toward the shocked Ryan. His equally impressive entourage took their places, just inside, and on both sides of, the gaping barn doors, arms over their imposing musculature. Poised, unsmiling, statues.
“Ryan, my dear boy!”, thundered from Paddy's massive chest, “That look on your face just made this trip worth more than I could have hoped for! Come give your uncle a hug!”
Ryan somehow managed to thaw his on edge stance, and stumble into his uncle's arms.
Paddy ruffled Ryan's hair, while still chuckling. “I know this is a surprise, but I just had to come up here to see how you're doing.”
Ryan was obviously astounded, yet eagerly embraced his uncle. There was no doubt these two were “Family”.
Upon Ryan's outburst, Dan's head jerked up from what he was doing. In no time at all, he dropped what he was working on, and was striding toward what was going down in the front of his shoppe. In my mind, he was moving like a protective bull, announcing his control over his territory, and those under his care.
“Paddy!”, Dan projected, extending his hand to the elephant in the room, “This is indeed a surprise, and welcome to my humble shoppe! It's been a while! How are you doing?”
“Good to see you, Dan!”, Paddy returned. “And, yeah!, it's only been a few decades. Sorry it's taken me so long to get back in touch.”
Instead of butting heads, these two Alpha males shook hands, though I got the sense it was more like arm wrestling.
“What finally brings you up my way, Buddy?”, Dan asked, locking eyes with Paddy.
“It's all about this guy here.”, Paddy proclaimed, holding Ryan at his side, arm over his shoulders. “My nephew here had nothing but good things to say about you. Seems you've made quite an impression on him. And, when his mother, my dear sister, mentioned he had come back up here, for another week, I just had to see for myself where he was.”
“I also wanted the opportunity to personally thank you for what you've done for him, and maybe figure out what your secret is as far as how much you've helped him.”
Ryan was being demur, looking at his scuffling feet, blushing, engulfed in his uncle's embrace, entirely subdued.
“I doubt there's any secret. Ryan is quite an impressive young man. He's sharp, and eager to learn. I consider myself lucky that he's become part of our team, and I don't mean just here.”, Dan explained.
“Though you and I have not been in touch since high school”, Paddy returned, “I know that you watched out for Sean, Ryan's dad, while you two were undergrads in college. I appreciated that then, though I've never told you as much. But, now, given what you're doing for Ryan, I figured it was time to express my gratitude in person. Besides, after what Ryan shared about his time here, I had to come up to check out the operation you have going here.”
“It's not that I haven't been keeping tabs on you, Buddy.”, Paddy continued. “I'm impressed with what you've accomplished, with the foundry, and all. And, I understand this is more like a hobby?”
Dan was smiling. “I've been following your successes, too. It's not like anyone around these parts could be unaware of your doings, unless they were a complete hermit, and totally off the grid. Yes, I've been fortunate, and able to do this. However, it's not a hobby, it's the core of my business, the foundation of my work. And, as long as he might be willing to work with me, Young Ryan here needs to understand the basics.”
Paddy grinned, and turned to Ryan, “Listen very closely to this good man, and learn all that you can from him. He's come a long way, and knows what he's doing. I'm glad I was able to drop by, renew an old acquaintance, and see for myself where you are, and what you're doing. Now, can I get a little tour?”
Ryan's first move was to introduce me!
Now … I'm not exactly a little guy. But, my hand completely disappeared in the grip of Paddy's paw! I was amazed at the power in his palm and beefy fingers! He was just on the verge of hurting me, and knew when to back off the precise point of pressure. Though he was flashing his teeth at me, he was also conveying that he could break me in two at his whim. I was close to pooping my pants!
Yet, he was also being very friendly, and even added his other hand, making our initial encounter quite personal. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. I was actually basking in his inviting warmth.
I was also praying he would never know what I'd been doing with his nephew, mere hours before, because I got the feeling I'd end up dead!
“Frank!”, Paddy boomed. “It's a pleasure to meet you! A friend of Ryan's is a friend of mine, too! Bless you, son!”
“WTF!”, my mind was thinking! However, my mouth was saying, “It's a pleasure to meet you, too, sir! Ryan has come to mean a lot to all of us!”
That got a raised eyebrow from him. What the hell did I just say?
I must have glanced over his shoulder at his two goons. He turned his head, following my gaze.
“Why don't you two relax?”, he addressed them. “Better yet, maybe you should check on the truck, and even stroll around the town. I can always call you if I need you.”
They looked at each other, nodded, then left. Paddy was still holding my hand.
“Sorry about those two.”, he chuckled. “Supposedly they work for me, but I'm convinced they're really in the service of my darling wife, Ryan's Aunt Mary. I'm sure she's instructed them to not leave me out of their sight. Those two can be a pain, sometimes.”
Releasing me, “Now will y'all show me around?”
“Right this way!”, Dan instructed, leading Paddy back toward the forge, with Ryan in tow. I decided to stand my ground at the front counter.
Tim had not moved from the forge, his task at hand. Though I did notice him stealing glances, from time to time, wondering what was up. And, now, Paddy Lafferty was bearing down on him, under his dad's guidance. I could only imagine what must have been going through his mind.
I noticed that Paddy's tour was limited to the first floor. Since I didn't hear the “singing stairs” I knew they hadn't gone up into “The Loft”.
It wasn't long before Dan, Paddy, and Ryan were back at my counter. Paddy offered to take us all to lunch, but Dan reminded him we still had a shoppe to run. Perhaps another time. Ryan was free to go, though. And, Dan recommended “Polly's” on the pier, covered by “The Shoppe”.
Paddy tried to refuse, but Dan insisted. After all the years, it was the least he could do. Besides, “G” was a friend, and wouldn't be charging “full boat”. Paddy demurred, with a knowing “thumbs up”.
Taking Ryan under his big wing, Paddy and his nephew strolled out into Commerce Street.
Dan surprised me, coming over to the counter, placing both fists on its top, bowing his head, with a big sigh.
“Damn, Frank! I wasn't expecting that at all!”, he exhaled.
“Sir?”
“He is Ryan's uncle, but he's also bad news! Yes, at one time, long ago, we were school buds. There are reasons we haven't been in touch for decades. Having him here has me wanting to call Jim and John to clean the place out. I do not trust that guy, and you never should, too! I'm a little concerned about Ryan. Keep an eye out for him, yes?”
“You know I will, Dan.”
“Thank you, Frank! And, if you value your life, may Paddy never find out just how much you care about his nephew!”
“What?!”
“I'm not deaf and blind, son. And, I care about you as though you were my own. I'm just letting you know to watch your back, and Ryan's, too. Don't take that too literally.”, Dan winked, smacked me playfully up the back side of my head, and went back to the forge, slightly shaking his head.
Chapter 101 of ? …
Frank:
Ryan's outburst had the effect of nailing my feet to the floor, my hands to the counter, and I became invisible to those involved with what was unfolding before me.
The graying Ginger Bear, right in front of me, began laughing, and held his arms open toward the shocked Ryan. His equally impressive entourage took their places, just inside, and on both sides of, the gaping barn doors, arms over their imposing musculature. Poised, unsmiling, statues.
“Ryan, my dear boy!”, thundered from Paddy's massive chest, “That look on your face just made this trip worth more than I could have hoped for! Come give your uncle a hug!”
Ryan somehow managed to thaw his on edge stance, and stumble into his uncle's arms.
Paddy ruffled Ryan's hair, while still chuckling. “I know this is a surprise, but I just had to come up here to see how you're doing.”
Ryan was obviously astounded, yet eagerly embraced his uncle. There was no doubt these two were “Family”.
Upon Ryan's outburst, Dan's head jerked up from what he was doing. In no time at all, he dropped what he was working on, and was striding toward what was going down in the front of his shoppe. In my mind, he was moving like a protective bull, announcing his control over his territory, and those under his care.
“Paddy!”, Dan projected, extending his hand to the elephant in the room, “This is indeed a surprise, and welcome to my humble shoppe! It's been a while! How are you doing?”
“Good to see you, Dan!”, Paddy returned. “And, yeah!, it's only been a few decades. Sorry it's taken me so long to get back in touch.”
Instead of butting heads, these two Alpha males shook hands, though I got the sense it was more like arm wrestling.
“What finally brings you up my way, Buddy?”, Dan asked, locking eyes with Paddy.
“It's all about this guy here.”, Paddy proclaimed, holding Ryan at his side, arm over his shoulders. “My nephew here had nothing but good things to say about you. Seems you've made quite an impression on him. And, when his mother, my dear sister, mentioned he had come back up here, for another week, I just had to see for myself where he was.”
“I also wanted the opportunity to personally thank you for what you've done for him, and maybe figure out what your secret is as far as how much you've helped him.”
Ryan was being demur, looking at his scuffling feet, blushing, engulfed in his uncle's embrace, entirely subdued.
“I doubt there's any secret. Ryan is quite an impressive young man. He's sharp, and eager to learn. I consider myself lucky that he's become part of our team, and I don't mean just here.”, Dan explained.
“Though you and I have not been in touch since high school”, Paddy returned, “I know that you watched out for Sean, Ryan's dad, while you two were undergrads in college. I appreciated that then, though I've never told you as much. But, now, given what you're doing for Ryan, I figured it was time to express my gratitude in person. Besides, after what Ryan shared about his time here, I had to come up to check out the operation you have going here.”
“It's not that I haven't been keeping tabs on you, Buddy.”, Paddy continued. “I'm impressed with what you've accomplished, with the foundry, and all. And, I understand this is more like a hobby?”
Dan was smiling. “I've been following your successes, too. It's not like anyone around these parts could be unaware of your doings, unless they were a complete hermit, and totally off the grid. Yes, I've been fortunate, and able to do this. However, it's not a hobby, it's the core of my business, the foundation of my work. And, as long as he might be willing to work with me, Young Ryan here needs to understand the basics.”
Paddy grinned, and turned to Ryan, “Listen very closely to this good man, and learn all that you can from him. He's come a long way, and knows what he's doing. I'm glad I was able to drop by, renew an old acquaintance, and see for myself where you are, and what you're doing. Now, can I get a little tour?”
Ryan's first move was to introduce me!
Now … I'm not exactly a little guy. But, my hand completely disappeared in the grip of Paddy's paw! I was amazed at the power in his palm and beefy fingers! He was just on the verge of hurting me, and knew when to back off the precise point of pressure. Though he was flashing his teeth at me, he was also conveying that he could break me in two at his whim. I was close to pooping my pants!
Yet, he was also being very friendly, and even added his other hand, making our initial encounter quite personal. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. I was actually basking in his inviting warmth.
I was also praying he would never know what I'd been doing with his nephew, mere hours before, because I got the feeling I'd end up dead!
“Frank!”, Paddy boomed. “It's a pleasure to meet you! A friend of Ryan's is a friend of mine, too! Bless you, son!”
“WTF!”, my mind was thinking! However, my mouth was saying, “It's a pleasure to meet you, too, sir! Ryan has come to mean a lot to all of us!”
That got a raised eyebrow from him. What the hell did I just say?
I must have glanced over his shoulder at his two goons. He turned his head, following my gaze.
“Why don't you two relax?”, he addressed them. “Better yet, maybe you should check on the truck, and even stroll around the town. I can always call you if I need you.”
They looked at each other, nodded, then left. Paddy was still holding my hand.
“Sorry about those two.”, he chuckled. “Supposedly they work for me, but I'm convinced they're really in the service of my darling wife, Ryan's Aunt Mary. I'm sure she's instructed them to not leave me out of their sight. Those two can be a pain, sometimes.”
Releasing me, “Now will y'all show me around?”
“Right this way!”, Dan instructed, leading Paddy back toward the forge, with Ryan in tow. I decided to stand my ground at the front counter.
Tim had not moved from the forge, his task at hand. Though I did notice him stealing glances, from time to time, wondering what was up. And, now, Paddy Lafferty was bearing down on him, under his dad's guidance. I could only imagine what must have been going through his mind.
I noticed that Paddy's tour was limited to the first floor. Since I didn't hear the “singing stairs” I knew they hadn't gone up into “The Loft”.
It wasn't long before Dan, Paddy, and Ryan were back at my counter. Paddy offered to take us all to lunch, but Dan reminded him we still had a shoppe to run. Perhaps another time. Ryan was free to go, though. And, Dan recommended “Polly's” on the pier, covered by “The Shoppe”.
Paddy tried to refuse, but Dan insisted. After all the years, it was the least he could do. Besides, “G” was a friend, and wouldn't be charging “full boat”. Paddy demurred, with a knowing “thumbs up”.
Taking Ryan under his big wing, Paddy and his nephew strolled out into Commerce Street.
Dan surprised me, coming over to the counter, placing both fists on its top, bowing his head, with a big sigh.
“Damn, Frank! I wasn't expecting that at all!”, he exhaled.
“Sir?”
“He is Ryan's uncle, but he's also bad news! Yes, at one time, long ago, we were school buds. There are reasons we haven't been in touch for decades. Having him here has me wanting to call Jim and John to clean the place out. I do not trust that guy, and you never should, too! I'm a little concerned about Ryan. Keep an eye out for him, yes?”
“You know I will, Dan.”
“Thank you, Frank! And, if you value your life, may Paddy never find out just how much you care about his nephew!”
“What?!”
“I'm not deaf and blind, son. And, I care about you as though you were my own. I'm just letting you know to watch your back, and Ryan's, too. Don't take that too literally.”, Dan winked, smacked me playfully up the back side of my head, and went back to the forge, slightly shaking his head.
Craiger
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Well now! Paddy's put on his best behavior giving them all the good old Irish charm. Ryan must be beside himself knowing two sides of a story he probably wishes would go away. I wonder how much Paddy suspects things are going on? Has he confronted Gary and Crawford? If so, it would seem Gary's life isn't worth too much now. Unless he becomes the mole in the group. Excitement prevails....
Craiger
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Chaz,
Talk about your Close (and strange!) Encounters!
Did you say Paddy and Dan's last names were "Hatfield and McCoy"?!
Ha!
Great, short hair tweaker, this one!
Talk about your Close (and strange!) Encounters!
Did you say Paddy and Dan's last names were "Hatfield and McCoy"?!
Ha!
Great, short hair tweaker, this one!
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 102 of ? … (Wow! 102! Who knew where this would go? I'm surprised!)
Ryan:
I understand heart attacks, and though I think I'm too young for one (but, whoever knows), I'm sure I came really close to one when I saw Uncle Paddy, with Liam and Collin, at “The Shoppe”! The pounding in my chest was nothing like I'd experienced before, even when Frank had been furiously fucking my ass! I was having trouble breathing! Was I surprised? Oh, HELL Yes!
Then, as Uncle Paddy explained why he was here, I appreciated that he cared enough to make the trip, and I was also a bit disappointed that it wasn't Dad. Then again, Dad had always seemed to be a bit too busy to be that concerned about me. I “got” that.
As we walked to “Polly's”, Uncle Paddy was looking into the different shops, and businesses. He was checking out all the people we were literally bumping shoulders with, given how narrow Commerce Street is. The mere bulk of his presence tended to grant us considerable leeway, with folks moving out of our way, and cars edging over for us, as much as they could.
“What an interesting town.”, he mused. “I can see why you like it here.”, wrapping a huge arm around me, to pull me out of the way of a creeping Chrysler.
I knew Dan had certainly called ahead, so I wasn't surprised at “G's” personal attention when we reached “Polly's” for lunch. Uncle Paddy was obviously impressed with the place, and was putting “G” through the “third degree” about his background, how he'd established his business, and how well it was doing.
I was feeling a bit embarrassed, but “G” didn't seem to mind, and was rather pleased with Paddy's attention, since he obviously knew who he was. Who in the region didn't? My Uncle Paddy was a near celebrity!
Paddy had been asking “G” if he ever thought of franchising the theme, and hinted that he might be able to help out if “G” ever wanted to go in that direction. That really got “G's” attention, and said he'd have to think about that.
“G” insisted on being our personal waiter, and seated us at the best spot out on the deck, overlooking the harbor. I was not unused to such special attention when in the company of my Uncle Paddy. There was just something about him that brought out the ultimate in those dealing with him. Everyone seemed to love him, and would bend over backward to please him! He was that “magnetic”.
“G” asked if we would trust him to present lunch “off the menu”. Paddy assured him we were looking forward to it. Neither of us had any idea what we were going to be served, as “G” first gave us iced mugs of Sam Adams, before scurrying away to the kitchen.
“This is not what I was expecting.”, Paddy confided to me, sipping his beer, and leisurely looking over Harbour Home, stretching his legs out before him, reclining in his chair.
“How is that?”, I prodded.
“Well”, he mused. “Truth is, I've never been here before. In fact, given it's general reputation as a “Gay Place”, I've always avoided it. However, with everything I've seen today, this is actually quite nice! Up until now, I was concerned why you like it here, but I think I'm beginning to understand. This is beautiful!”
“I'd heard those same things, and was a bit uncomfortable when Thed dropped me off here.”, I admitted. “However, with all the people I've met, and what I've experienced here, Harbour Home is not only a “normal” place, but an amazing one on top of that!”
There was no way I was about to let Uncle Paddy know that the “Gay” factor had brought me out to myself, and was one of the big reasons I considered Harbour Home “Paradise”! And, as far as “Big” things went, there was also no way I was going to tell him how much I loved Frank's BBC (Big Black Cock) pounding away up my lilly white Irish ass!
I was in the middle of pointing out places of interest within our sight, when “G” brought us our lunch. I had no idea what it was. All I knew was it was fantastic!
“Damn!”, Paddy exclaimed. “This is awesome! Far beyond my expectations! I don't think I've ever tasted something this good before! I just might have to buy this place!”
I was silently hoping he wouldn't. I liked it just the way it was. I was praying that “G” would not be that susceptible. Of course, I didn't know then about the power of Mrs. Neumann, and the sway she held over all that was Harbour Home.
We were sipping strong, black, awesome, coffee when “Catch” cruised through the breakwater. I couldn't see Ollie, but a bare chested Dave stepped back into the stern, noticed me sitting here, and waved. I had to return his gesture.
“Nice boat!”, Paddy observed. “Friends of yours?”
“Um, yes. Remember me telling you about the boat that almost got run over? That's the one.”
I immediately regretted that I'd told him that. I wasn't sure why I felt that way, and wished I'd not let that out of my mouth.
“She's quite a beauty! Interesting colors! Would you mind introducing me to your friends? I'd like to meet them, and check out their boat.”
I, like so many others, have found it nearly impossible to deny my Uncle Paddy whatever he wanted. Though I was proud of Ollie, Dave, and “Catch”, I wasn't sure introducing Uncle Paddy, letting him get to know them, would be the smartest move. Still, the wave I exchanged with Dave had exposed, and opened a path that I was being wedged into following. Damn it!
To my chagrin, Uncle Paddy left a “C Note” on the table, and made sure to give “G” his card as we left. I was hoping “G” would not be offended. He wasn't a waiter, but the owner. Sometimes money could be an unintended insult. But, that was my Uncle Paddy! He made impressions wherever he went, whether appropriate, or not.
“Catch” had been secured as I led Uncle Paddy down the steps to her slip. Dave and Ollie were unloading some things onto the dock's side planking.
Both ran forward to hug me, with shouts of “Ry Bud!”, before I got the chance to introduce Uncle Paddy. I caught the questioning raise of Paddy's eyebrows. However, he was all smiles as he shook my bare chested friends' hands.
“I'm pleased to meet buddies of my dear nephew, guys!”, Paddy expounded, pumping their palms. “I understand you had a close encounter, quite recently, and the dangerous effects that presented. I hear you almost drowned, Ollie, and your captain experienced a heart problem. How is he doing?”
Ollie explained Capt. Rob's prognosis, and that he was doing as well as could be expected.
“I'm happy to hear that.”, Paddy commiserated. “Might I be allowed aboard, and will you show me this interesting boat?”
Ollie proceeded to give Paddy “the nickle tour”. As I was following, I was picking up the scent of strong testosterone, Everywhere! The evident pheromones were making my dick Hard! I was feeling a bit dizzy! There had to have been some serious sex going on, no doubt about it! I was wondering, even fearing, that Uncle Paddy was noticing the same thing! How could he not? He didn't seem phased, though.
“She's a real beauty, Guys!”, Paddy exclaimed, talking about “Catch”. One of these days maybe I can show you my boat if you're ever inclined to visit my marina in Boston.”
If only he knew … And, I wasn't about to tell him. Ollie and Dave remained silent about that, too.
Looking at his wrist …
“Wow! I've spent more time here that I expected to.”, Paddy announced. “I'm so glad I got the chance to meet you guys! And, now, I've got to run. Shall I accompany you back to “The Shoppe” Ryan?”
“No, sir. I'll be fine right here.”, I responded. “I'm thrilled that you dropped by! And, I certainly thank you for that!”
“My pleasure, “son”. I'm very pleased, and impressed, that you're in such wonderful hands, as well as being in such an amazing place. My main concern is that you're doing well, and my trip today has only affirmed that. Be Well!”
Paddy shook hands with Ollie and Dave, then smothered me in a bear hug, before heading up the gangway, and along the pier to his car.
“Wow!”, Ollie exhaled.
“Damn!”, Dave expounded.
“Yeah, Guys! Sorry about that!”
“Nothing to be sorry about, Ry Bud!”, Ollie said, hugging me. “If nothing else, your uncle is certainly impressive!”
With his arms around me, and his naked chest pressed against me, I couldn't help but inhale Ollie's overwhelming musk, and feel his bulging crotch pressed against mine. I knew his intent wasn't sexual, but my dick jumping in my pants wasn't anything I had any control over. He leaned back, still holding me, and with his dimples flashing. I knew he felt it.
“Hey!”, Dave nearly shouted. “Let Ry go so I can hug him, too!”
Smooth Ollie vs. Hairy Dave. Thing was they both smelled the same to me. Testosterone accentuated. Damn!
Paddy made a call as he was strolling up the pier. He was assured that Liam and Collin were at the truck. He slid into his designer appointed “executive space” in the back.
“Time for home.” Paddy muttered.
“Do you want to check in with “The Locals”, Boss?”, Liam asked, from the drivers seat.
“No.”, Paddy responded. “It's better if I don't know who they are, and they don't know about their connection to me. Let's not upset that security, for them, or us.”
“Got it!”, Collin answered, as Liam shifted into reverse, then eased out of the parking lot, stopping to pay the cashier, sitting in her little booth.
Paddy belched, his stomach churning a bit. As much as he loved spicy food, and certainly “G's” phenomenal cookery, it didn't always agree with him, especially since he'd been aging.
“Liam, take a left and head for the drug store I noticed just south of here.”
Paddy checked his messages, noting that Dmitri had called, followed by a message from Sean. He returned Sean's call.
“What? Coast Guard inspection?”, Paddy thundered.
Sean, Ryan's dad, did his best to calm down his brother-in-law. All had gone well, and nothing had been discovered. “Dog Star” was in the clear.
Paddy decided to call Dmitri anyway, for assurance. Dmitri confided he didn't think the inspection was a mere coincidence, describing the boat that had scoped him out the day before.
“Damn!”, Paddy muttered. “I'm sure I was just aboard that very boat! As soon as you can retrieve Ting, head out!”
“Aye, aye, Boss!”, Dmitri responded.
“There's no place to park, Boss”, Liam declared.
“Just let me out here, and drive around the block until you see me back out here.”, Paddy ordered.
Gary:
I nearly shit my pants when Paddy Lafferty lumbered into my store. I'd never met the man before, but I sure as hell knew who he was on sight.
He didn't look around, but rather headed straight for me, at the back counter, his massive fist pushing his thumb into his gut, just above where his navel would be.
He burped.
“Excuse me!”, he grimaced. “I'm in need of something to soothe my stomach.”
“No problem, sir!”, I responded. “Just give me a moment.” I turned, and headed back to my inventory of “goodies”.
I was sweating. My mind was spinning. Here was the man that had probably caused so much misery. Not only for me, and Crawford, but also our victims, their families, and who knew how many countless others. What should I do?
I knew what he needed, but what should I actually give him? There were so many possibilities as my finger tips.
Chapter 102 of ? … (Wow! 102! Who knew where this would go? I'm surprised!)
Ryan:
I understand heart attacks, and though I think I'm too young for one (but, whoever knows), I'm sure I came really close to one when I saw Uncle Paddy, with Liam and Collin, at “The Shoppe”! The pounding in my chest was nothing like I'd experienced before, even when Frank had been furiously fucking my ass! I was having trouble breathing! Was I surprised? Oh, HELL Yes!
Then, as Uncle Paddy explained why he was here, I appreciated that he cared enough to make the trip, and I was also a bit disappointed that it wasn't Dad. Then again, Dad had always seemed to be a bit too busy to be that concerned about me. I “got” that.
As we walked to “Polly's”, Uncle Paddy was looking into the different shops, and businesses. He was checking out all the people we were literally bumping shoulders with, given how narrow Commerce Street is. The mere bulk of his presence tended to grant us considerable leeway, with folks moving out of our way, and cars edging over for us, as much as they could.
“What an interesting town.”, he mused. “I can see why you like it here.”, wrapping a huge arm around me, to pull me out of the way of a creeping Chrysler.
I knew Dan had certainly called ahead, so I wasn't surprised at “G's” personal attention when we reached “Polly's” for lunch. Uncle Paddy was obviously impressed with the place, and was putting “G” through the “third degree” about his background, how he'd established his business, and how well it was doing.
I was feeling a bit embarrassed, but “G” didn't seem to mind, and was rather pleased with Paddy's attention, since he obviously knew who he was. Who in the region didn't? My Uncle Paddy was a near celebrity!
Paddy had been asking “G” if he ever thought of franchising the theme, and hinted that he might be able to help out if “G” ever wanted to go in that direction. That really got “G's” attention, and said he'd have to think about that.
“G” insisted on being our personal waiter, and seated us at the best spot out on the deck, overlooking the harbor. I was not unused to such special attention when in the company of my Uncle Paddy. There was just something about him that brought out the ultimate in those dealing with him. Everyone seemed to love him, and would bend over backward to please him! He was that “magnetic”.
“G” asked if we would trust him to present lunch “off the menu”. Paddy assured him we were looking forward to it. Neither of us had any idea what we were going to be served, as “G” first gave us iced mugs of Sam Adams, before scurrying away to the kitchen.
“This is not what I was expecting.”, Paddy confided to me, sipping his beer, and leisurely looking over Harbour Home, stretching his legs out before him, reclining in his chair.
“How is that?”, I prodded.
“Well”, he mused. “Truth is, I've never been here before. In fact, given it's general reputation as a “Gay Place”, I've always avoided it. However, with everything I've seen today, this is actually quite nice! Up until now, I was concerned why you like it here, but I think I'm beginning to understand. This is beautiful!”
“I'd heard those same things, and was a bit uncomfortable when Thed dropped me off here.”, I admitted. “However, with all the people I've met, and what I've experienced here, Harbour Home is not only a “normal” place, but an amazing one on top of that!”
There was no way I was about to let Uncle Paddy know that the “Gay” factor had brought me out to myself, and was one of the big reasons I considered Harbour Home “Paradise”! And, as far as “Big” things went, there was also no way I was going to tell him how much I loved Frank's BBC (Big Black Cock) pounding away up my lilly white Irish ass!
I was in the middle of pointing out places of interest within our sight, when “G” brought us our lunch. I had no idea what it was. All I knew was it was fantastic!
“Damn!”, Paddy exclaimed. “This is awesome! Far beyond my expectations! I don't think I've ever tasted something this good before! I just might have to buy this place!”
I was silently hoping he wouldn't. I liked it just the way it was. I was praying that “G” would not be that susceptible. Of course, I didn't know then about the power of Mrs. Neumann, and the sway she held over all that was Harbour Home.
We were sipping strong, black, awesome, coffee when “Catch” cruised through the breakwater. I couldn't see Ollie, but a bare chested Dave stepped back into the stern, noticed me sitting here, and waved. I had to return his gesture.
“Nice boat!”, Paddy observed. “Friends of yours?”
“Um, yes. Remember me telling you about the boat that almost got run over? That's the one.”
I immediately regretted that I'd told him that. I wasn't sure why I felt that way, and wished I'd not let that out of my mouth.
“She's quite a beauty! Interesting colors! Would you mind introducing me to your friends? I'd like to meet them, and check out their boat.”
I, like so many others, have found it nearly impossible to deny my Uncle Paddy whatever he wanted. Though I was proud of Ollie, Dave, and “Catch”, I wasn't sure introducing Uncle Paddy, letting him get to know them, would be the smartest move. Still, the wave I exchanged with Dave had exposed, and opened a path that I was being wedged into following. Damn it!
To my chagrin, Uncle Paddy left a “C Note” on the table, and made sure to give “G” his card as we left. I was hoping “G” would not be offended. He wasn't a waiter, but the owner. Sometimes money could be an unintended insult. But, that was my Uncle Paddy! He made impressions wherever he went, whether appropriate, or not.
“Catch” had been secured as I led Uncle Paddy down the steps to her slip. Dave and Ollie were unloading some things onto the dock's side planking.
Both ran forward to hug me, with shouts of “Ry Bud!”, before I got the chance to introduce Uncle Paddy. I caught the questioning raise of Paddy's eyebrows. However, he was all smiles as he shook my bare chested friends' hands.
“I'm pleased to meet buddies of my dear nephew, guys!”, Paddy expounded, pumping their palms. “I understand you had a close encounter, quite recently, and the dangerous effects that presented. I hear you almost drowned, Ollie, and your captain experienced a heart problem. How is he doing?”
Ollie explained Capt. Rob's prognosis, and that he was doing as well as could be expected.
“I'm happy to hear that.”, Paddy commiserated. “Might I be allowed aboard, and will you show me this interesting boat?”
Ollie proceeded to give Paddy “the nickle tour”. As I was following, I was picking up the scent of strong testosterone, Everywhere! The evident pheromones were making my dick Hard! I was feeling a bit dizzy! There had to have been some serious sex going on, no doubt about it! I was wondering, even fearing, that Uncle Paddy was noticing the same thing! How could he not? He didn't seem phased, though.
“She's a real beauty, Guys!”, Paddy exclaimed, talking about “Catch”. One of these days maybe I can show you my boat if you're ever inclined to visit my marina in Boston.”
If only he knew … And, I wasn't about to tell him. Ollie and Dave remained silent about that, too.
Looking at his wrist …
“Wow! I've spent more time here that I expected to.”, Paddy announced. “I'm so glad I got the chance to meet you guys! And, now, I've got to run. Shall I accompany you back to “The Shoppe” Ryan?”
“No, sir. I'll be fine right here.”, I responded. “I'm thrilled that you dropped by! And, I certainly thank you for that!”
“My pleasure, “son”. I'm very pleased, and impressed, that you're in such wonderful hands, as well as being in such an amazing place. My main concern is that you're doing well, and my trip today has only affirmed that. Be Well!”
Paddy shook hands with Ollie and Dave, then smothered me in a bear hug, before heading up the gangway, and along the pier to his car.
“Wow!”, Ollie exhaled.
“Damn!”, Dave expounded.
“Yeah, Guys! Sorry about that!”
“Nothing to be sorry about, Ry Bud!”, Ollie said, hugging me. “If nothing else, your uncle is certainly impressive!”
With his arms around me, and his naked chest pressed against me, I couldn't help but inhale Ollie's overwhelming musk, and feel his bulging crotch pressed against mine. I knew his intent wasn't sexual, but my dick jumping in my pants wasn't anything I had any control over. He leaned back, still holding me, and with his dimples flashing. I knew he felt it.
“Hey!”, Dave nearly shouted. “Let Ry go so I can hug him, too!”
Smooth Ollie vs. Hairy Dave. Thing was they both smelled the same to me. Testosterone accentuated. Damn!
Paddy made a call as he was strolling up the pier. He was assured that Liam and Collin were at the truck. He slid into his designer appointed “executive space” in the back.
“Time for home.” Paddy muttered.
“Do you want to check in with “The Locals”, Boss?”, Liam asked, from the drivers seat.
“No.”, Paddy responded. “It's better if I don't know who they are, and they don't know about their connection to me. Let's not upset that security, for them, or us.”
“Got it!”, Collin answered, as Liam shifted into reverse, then eased out of the parking lot, stopping to pay the cashier, sitting in her little booth.
Paddy belched, his stomach churning a bit. As much as he loved spicy food, and certainly “G's” phenomenal cookery, it didn't always agree with him, especially since he'd been aging.
“Liam, take a left and head for the drug store I noticed just south of here.”
Paddy checked his messages, noting that Dmitri had called, followed by a message from Sean. He returned Sean's call.
“What? Coast Guard inspection?”, Paddy thundered.
Sean, Ryan's dad, did his best to calm down his brother-in-law. All had gone well, and nothing had been discovered. “Dog Star” was in the clear.
Paddy decided to call Dmitri anyway, for assurance. Dmitri confided he didn't think the inspection was a mere coincidence, describing the boat that had scoped him out the day before.
“Damn!”, Paddy muttered. “I'm sure I was just aboard that very boat! As soon as you can retrieve Ting, head out!”
“Aye, aye, Boss!”, Dmitri responded.
“There's no place to park, Boss”, Liam declared.
“Just let me out here, and drive around the block until you see me back out here.”, Paddy ordered.
Gary:
I nearly shit my pants when Paddy Lafferty lumbered into my store. I'd never met the man before, but I sure as hell knew who he was on sight.
He didn't look around, but rather headed straight for me, at the back counter, his massive fist pushing his thumb into his gut, just above where his navel would be.
He burped.
“Excuse me!”, he grimaced. “I'm in need of something to soothe my stomach.”
“No problem, sir!”, I responded. “Just give me a moment.” I turned, and headed back to my inventory of “goodies”.
I was sweating. My mind was spinning. Here was the man that had probably caused so much misery. Not only for me, and Crawford, but also our victims, their families, and who knew how many countless others. What should I do?
I knew what he needed, but what should I actually give him? There were so many possibilities as my finger tips.
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I wonder who is driving the creeping Chrysler? Are they working with Uncle Paddy and do they know that? If they don't know that are they checking out Ryan? Always as many questions as answers which is part of the reason this story is so intriguing and interesting.
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If I were Gary I'd be sweating bullets too. I assume Paddy is not aware who Gary is and if he is, he's playing his Irish charm again. Odd how, when we least expect it, we blurt out information that should remain unspoken. Ryan has unfortunately placed "Catch" and our two hunks in an uncomfortable position. The twisting and turning of this is overwhelmingly exciting. Thanks, Chaz.
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In all honesty, Harbour Home is a reflection of Province Town, a Real place out on the tip of Cape Cod.
My parents had a place in Wellfleet, a few miles south, for 30yr. I was blessed with the opportunity to take friends out there.
At one time, I rented a Volvo in Boston, and drove out to "The Cape" with a buddy of mine.
The "creeping Chrysler" was actually us in the Volvo, cruising Commercial Street, after bar closing, and ogling all the HOT Gay Boys, meandering from "The A House" toward "Spartan Pizza".
First pass was rather uneventful. Second pass got some interesting looks, and smiles. Third pass? We got some palm slaps on the hood, thumbs up, tongues out, leering at us!
Had Ryan been among those clogging up the street? Yeah! I would have been checking him out!
I did my best not to run anyone over!
How do the rules/priorities change in Paddy's mind, now that he's scoped out the town?
Catch and her surreptitious crew are definitely on his radar.
Damn, Chaz, you've got all our attention!
Catch and her surreptitious crew are definitely on his radar.
Damn, Chaz, you've got all our attention!