Out of The Mist

[DonQuixote]

Hot Damn! Gotta get Michael into the system far enough for his "one call" to Langley!

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 109 of ? …


Ollie:

Thursday morning came too soon.

My warm, naked, Dave was still spooning me, with his arms wrapped around my chest, his torso hugging my back, his crotch snuggled up to my butt, his legs tracing the backs of mine, with the tops of his feet cupping my soles. I lightly wiggled my toes, caressing his.

His breath was falling softly on the back of my neck. I could feel his belly lightly pushing against, then retreating from, the curve of my lower spine, and the tops of my hips. The slight sheen of sweat between us made his movements frictionless, sensual, soothing.

My hands were clasped over his, holding his palms to my breastbone, my heart beating into their cushioned radience.

I didn't want to move, or open my eyes.

I sighed.

Light began filling the room as the ceiling panels silently retracted, revealing the skylight. The sound of distant gulls gradually gained volume. I wasn't sure if it was natural, or from the programmed alarm's speakers.

Dave mumbled, “Umph!”, drawing me closer to him, increasing his pressure on my chest, straightening his legs, moving his groin firmer against my ass.

I felt “Hoss” jump, waking from his own peaceful slumber.

I lightened my hold on Dave's hands as I felt the muscles in his arms stir awake. “Hmmm”, he uttered, slowly petting the front of me, down over my abs.

He twirled his fingertips through my pubes, then continued his gentle groping to holding my balls, and slowly stroking “Hoss”.

I was fully boned in seconds. I could feel his morning wood exploring my crack. He began nibbling my ear.

I raised my leg back over his, to give him unimpeded access, and turned my head back to look at him. Our noses touched. He released his tongue to lick my lips, then work it's way into my mouth.

The tip of his dick, slippery with precum, slid over my taint, along the bottom of my scrotum. His grasp on “Hoss” intensified. Sucking on my tongue, he started slickly humping me.

He was always fascinated with my foreskin, and was now playing with it, retracting it, then moving it back over “Hoss's” oozing head, using his fingertips to smear my clear boy juice over, and around, my glans. He was driving me crazy.

Before I knew what was happening, my balls were clenching, and “Hoss” was spitting ropes.

I whimpered into Dave's mouth as I arched my back.

Somehow he'd managed to catch most of my morning load in his hand.

He pulled his head away from me, smiled, then brought his cum soaked palm to his face, to lap up my spent seed.

“Ummm!”, he grinned, then went back to kissing me, feeding me my own emission of male cream.

Without a word, he untangled himself, and rose to his knees. His beautiful penis was cranked up against his lower belly. I was looking up at his retracted balls, the underside of his straining shaft, and along his lightly furred body to his emerald eyes, under his slightly raised eyebrows, and mop of black, unruly, curls.

I didn't need anymore suggestion.

I rose to my elbows, pried his stiff cock away from his navel, and swallowed all of him down to his bushy pubes. The aroma of his musk made me dizzy.

He wrapped his hands around the back of my head, guiding my movements as he gently skull fucked me.

It didn't take long.

The first two blasts exploding from his piss slit went right down my throat. I backed off enough to catch, and hold, the rest of his surging boy batter in my mouth.

He smiled down at me. I grinned up to him, then rose up on my knees to hug him, and mash my lips against his to feed him his own share of dick protein.

Our hands were moving over each others sweaty backs and butts. Our crotches were grinding together as we kissed.

He rose his hands to hold my head, nose tips touching. He was staring into my eyes. We were entranced. Suspended in Time. Soul searching.

“I have to pee.”, Dave sternly informed me.

“Good morning to you, too!”, I chuckled, smacking him on his firm bare ass.

We reluctantly headed for the bathroom.

After our shower, which we forced ourselves to rush through, Dave and I had towels around our waists. I had gotten the coffee going, as Dave prepared breakfast.

There hadn't been any previous agreement, but Frank and Ryan emerged from “my” room in the same attire.

Both of them were grinning from ear to ear, and Ry was sort of prancing more than walking. I was pretty damned sure I knew why.

Dave did oatmeal and blueberry pancakes. The Vermont maple syrup went great with both. It all served to fill us up really well.

The morning news was up, but not a peep about what we were expecting to hear about. We all thought that was rather amusing, and somewhat baffling.

I put myself on K.P. Duty, since the other three had to get to work. Dave led the way down the hall, with Ry following, and Frank at the rear.

I was ogling Frank's muscular back, and his beautiful dark skin, when his towel “accidentally” slipped off, which he grasped at his front, giving me a full view of his striding bubble butt.

“Hoss” jumped under my towel, and I began to drool.

Frank just flashed me his teeth over his shoulder, as he followed Ry into “my”, I mean “their”, room, and Dave continued to amble down the hall obliviously.


Brad:

The operation went without a hitch. “Dog Star's” crew was confined to her mess hall, under guard. Our doctor was checking out, and seeing to, those “resting” in sick bay. I was back on the bridge with our guys in full control.

According to plan, once in Cape Cod Bay, we headed south, away from Boston, to The Cape Cod Canal. Once through to Buzzard's Bay, we made our way to The New London Naval Yard in Groton, Connecticut.

The “sleepers” were taken to the base hospital. It would be figured out how to get them back to their homes, as quickly, and quietly, as possible, once they were identified and debriefed.

“Dog Star's” crew would be held in solitary. They would be interviewed, one by one, over the following day, or two, or for however long it might take to get the full story.

I would be staying to take part in those interrogations.

For some reason, that I didn't fully fathom, I was looking forward to having a chat with that “Misha” character. There was just something about him ...

 

[DonQuixote]

Well, I finally got this installment read before retiring - and I know I'm going to have to add some seminal fluid to the party before I do!

Damn fine writing, Chaz. You really get us into the thick of the cumfest.

 

[Craiger]

Now the intrigue is really turned on... CIA in observation of "Dog Star." Paddy's not going to like this... nor Ry's father. Michael Patrick Carrigan seems to either like the looks of Brad or, by winking, is trying to catch his attention. Will he confess to his true identity, or remain the "Russian" crew member? Great additions and mysteries, Chaz.

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 110 of ? …


Sean:

“Where the fuck is my damned boat?”, Paddy was screaming at me, raised to full bulking height, fist slamming his desk, face as red as his hair used to be.

“You know darned well that “Celtic Princess” is tied up at your marina.”, I fired back.

“Not that one, you idiot! I'm talking about “Dog Star”!

“Sit the hell back down, and take a deep breath before you have a stroke! As far as you're concerned the only boat you own is “Princess”! Any others are sheer theory!”

Luckily, Mary had left, moments before, to fetch us lunch. Since the kitchen was on the other side of the house there was no way she could hear us in Paddy's den.

“Cut the bullshit! You know damned well what I'm talking about!”, Paddy thundered.

“And, I'm telling you, for your own good, that you only have one boat, and you know where she is!”

“Fuck you!”, Paddy sneered, yet took my advise, and slumped into his chair.

“Listen, you big oaf! I warned you about being too close to operations, and especially being in direct contact with Dmitri. But, NO! You just had to micro manage that part of ops! And, now, you'd better hope Dmitri had the sense to toss that sat phone overboard because it's a link to you. Are you hearing me?”, I pushed back.

“O.K., O.K.!”, Paddy admitted, using his big paws to rub his face, caress his forehead, rumple his hair. “Where's the damned boat I don't know about?”

“That's better.”, I prompted. “With all the calls I've made I don't yet know where “Dog Star” is.”

“Well, I don't know either! It's not like something her size can just disappear! I know she's not anywhere in Boston.”, Paddy revealed.

“What do you mean? What calls have you been making? You shouldn't have been making any! Let me impress this upon you once more! You don't know anything about this!” Now I was getting riled. My job was too difficult as it was! I didn't need “Himself” making it worse!

He grabbed a small tin, opened it, took out a tablet, and proceeded to chew it. “Shit!, there's only two left!”, he muttered.

He punched a button on his intercom. “One of you pussies get your butt in here!”

It was Liam who opened the door, slinking in.

Paddy dumped the two remaining tabs on his desk blotter, tossed the empty tin to Liam, instructing, “If you have to drive up to Harbour Home, I don't care! Do what you need to do to get me more of these as soon as you can!”

Without a word, Liam sort of bowed, retreated, and closed the den door behind him.

“So …”, Paddy was now looking at me like a little boy who'd lost his marbles to the older kids, which is something that never would have happened. “Where's the boat I don't know about?”

I sighed …

“I don't know, Bro. I know where she should be, but she's not. We know she was intercepted, but I don't yet know where she was taken. I can assure you, though, that we'll find her eventually. However, we have to tread lightly. The fact she “evaporated” tells me there's far more going on than what we think we know. The swamp has gotten deeper than we could ever have hoped. Whatever you do, stay out of it from here on out, and let me take care of this!”

“You know?”, Paddy prompted, “Ryan's new buddies found her before, since she almost ran them over. Maybe they could find her again?”

“Don't even go there!”, I firmly directed. “At this point, the fewer involved the better! And, don't even think of dragging my son, or his friends, further into this mess! I will NOT allow that!”

“Are you even aware that your precious boy is hanging out in “Fag Haven”, and who knows what's going on with him and his new “friends”?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, I wondered.

“Unlike you, I went up there to check out how Ry was doing.”

“What?”

“Yeah! I know I keep you too busy, but I had to see for myself how my nephew was getting along. I was impressed. Do you remember Dan Reardon?”

“Of course I do. He was often my saviour when you weren't around. That's why I guided Ryan in the direction of his company.”

“And, that was a wise move on your part. However, Ryan has managed to make closer connections, in Dan's Blacksmith Shoppe, in Harbour Home, that Gay place!”

“What are you suggesting?”

“It's nothing I can put my finger on.”, Paddy mused. “The impression I got, from being there, is that Ry has become very close to Dan, his sons, and those who work for him. I felt his closeness to them.”

“Meaning?”

“I'm wondering where Ry's loyalties might be these days.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“It's just an observation, Bro. Just an observation.”

My heart sank! I knew what might happen to those Paddy lost faith in, kin or not. But, was that really where he was going? Was I reading him wrong? Maybe I should visit Ry in Harbour Home myself …


Brad:

I steeled myself to enter the interrogation room holding “Misha”.

“Hey, Red!”, he smiled, shackled wrists, waist, and ankles, chained to his steel chair. There was no hint of his previous Russian accent. He sounded mid American. I wasn't expecting that.

“My name is Agent McCarthy!”, I declared. “And, yours is?”

“Michael Patrick Carrigan, at your service.”, he grinned, dimples flashing, blue eyes sparkling under his blond mop.

“I thought you were Misha.”

“Only when I'm on my current job.”, he smiled.

“What?”

“Call this number. Explain who you are, and who you think I am.”

I did. I was shocked. I moved to unlock his confinements.

“No. Keep me the way I am.”, he instructed. “Even here I need to maintain my cover.”

“O.K. As you wish.”

The next hour, or so, observed and recorded, was the most fascinating tale I'd ever heard!

“The important thing, right now, is to keep me close to Dmitri, as a guard, if you wish, because the reach of Paddy Lafferty is more impressive than you may realize.”

Though I was certain of our arrangements, the security precautions we had taken, given what “Misha” had revealed, and I was sure there was more, I had to take this big guy at his word, granted what I knew now.

I buzzed in the guard outside the door.

“Lock this one back up!”, I firmly ordered.


Arie:

The phone call was from Brad.

“I'll fill you in more later, but, for now, keep Ryan in Harbour Home, and watch over him, and his buddies.”

“We're already doing that.”, I assured him. “What's up?”

“Trust me for now, Buddy. Just be alert. I'll fill you in more as it unravels.”

The link went dead. I was surprised, and yet impressed, by it's abruptness. There were some very serious things afoot.

Whatever it was, what was yet to unfold, I was determined to use every resource at my command to ensure the safety of my “peeps”, and friends.

It occurred to me I might have to stretch some limits to do that. I might have to overlook some legalities. But, whatever it might take, I was committed to the folks I knew, and even loved, to protect them from whatever might come at us out of the mist!

 

[Craiger]

It's good to know Brad now knows who Michael is and can work with him to unravel some of the mystery. Poor Paddy...is your tummy bothering you???? Sean needs to keep him calm if not for Ryan, but for himself. Who knows what Paddy could do. We're getting down to the scary prospects now. Thanks, Chaz.

Craiger

 

[DonQuixote]

Chaz,
Yo'r keeping uscranked with all the action!

 

[Kulindahr]

And he works the title into the story! Extra points for that.

Blast, I forgot who Arie is.....

 

[Kyanimal]

Arie is Harbour Home's Chief of Police ... with LOTS of friends in "interesting" places.

 

[Kulindahr]

Arie is Harbour Home's Chief of Police ... with LOTS of friends in "interesting" places.

Tanks!

I guess you don't need a "Compendium Biographicum", but a "Cast of Characters" might help.

 

[Kyanimal]

I never imagined "things" would get this far! The characters keep introducing new "peeps"!

I'm surprised how often I've had to go back, to read what was previously written, to catch my own bearings.

 

[Rickrock]

I'm terrible with names also, but I was sort of guessing (correctly this time) Arie's role. The suspense and drama has a pretty good hold on me. Waiting for more. And thanks for your writing. I also noticed that you managed to put "out of the mist" into the story. Good job.

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 111 of ? …


Dave:

Late Thursday afternoon, around 3-ish, Ryan was busy with Dan and Tim at the forge, and I'd noticed through “The Wall” that incoming traffic had picked up. So, I left my screens in the den, having caught up on the books, and went down to join Frank on the floor.

Ollie had gone to check up on “Catch”, to get her shipshape and bristol, restocked, and refueled, then heading to the hospital to visit Capt. Rob and Norma. When “my boy” was committed he never let up. It was just one of the many things I'd learned about him, and admired him even more. I missed him like crazy when he wasn't immediately around. Who wouldn't?

Arie sauntered in, nodded at me, then motioned to Dan, as he made his way toward the back of “The Shoppe”, as though he was headed for the bathroom. The glance I exchanged with Dan said we both knew better.

Dan followed me, up the “Singing Stairs”, to the den. Arie was sitting in my chair at the desk. Dan and I sat on the couch. Arie was sitting forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped, face solemn.

“There have been some recent developments that I'll spare you for the moment.”, he began. “The reason I am here is Ryan. I want you to keep him here. I don't want him going out anywhere without a posse. I'd also like him sleeping up here, not downstairs in “The Cabin”, or elsewhere. Can I count on you for that?”

Dan and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, then turned to Arie with a firm, yet questionable, “Yeah!”

“Good then!”, Arie relaxed. “I'll explain more later.”

“Is this kind of like house arrest or something?”, Dan ventured.

“No, no, no!”, Arie retorted. “Nothing like that, but rather protective custody, if you catch what I mean.”

“We should be on guard?”, I asked.

“Yes and no.”, he replied. “I don't think there is an eminent threat, but I would appreciate your watching over him, preferably without him being too aware of it.”

“So you're talking a casual confinement?”, Dan wondered.

“Yeah! Sort of. In a way. But, think more protective.”, Arie returned.

“I'm sure that Dave, here, has the kitchen stocked, great host that he is, and will keep Ry more than comfortable.”, Dan stated, resting his big hand on my thigh, smiling at me. “Is there anything we should be particularly aware of?”

“Not at this point.”, Arie stated. “Just a general watch, if you catch my drift.”

“We can certainly handle that.”, I assured him. “Can I clue in Frank and Ollie?”

“Of course.”, Arie nodded. “Just don't do anything that might tip off Ryan to the current situation. I want him to be comfortable. I don't want him possibly communicating anything unusual to his family at this point.”

“O.K.”, Dan piped up. “I don't think I like what you're hinting at, but I take you at your word without specifics. If you feel this is necessary you have our full backing.”

“I can not ask for more, Buddy!”, Arie smiled. “And, please, don't be surprised if you see more attention, from my department, around “The Shoppe”, and its environs. I'm going to have a talk with Robbie, too, to let him know our increased presence is nothing he should have any concerns about regarding “The A House”. In fact, I will likely have him alert his staff to be more vigilant of anything unusual, too.”


Ollie:

As much as I appreciated “The Shoppe”, being aboard “Catch” was my true love! When I took her to the fuel dock it was a major struggle to head back to her slip rather than blasting through the breakwater, and hitting the waves. The ocean was just so inviting and liberating!

I managed to demure. I behaved myself. I got “Catch” fully ready for her next charter, hoping Rafe would be with me, or it wouldn't happen.

I'd been in touch, and Rafe was coming up Friday night. I couldn't wait to tell Dave we'd be having a special guest. Given our last romp I was sure he wouldn't mind. Heck! As far as I knew Dave might be looking forward to it even more than I was! And, that was far more than fine with me!

Rafe was such a “Morsel”!

Capt. Rob, and Norma, were doing well when I visited the hospital. Doc Morton had lined up the installation of the pacemaker for Friday, very confident of the outcome.

However, that also meant Capt. Rob would be “out of service” for the rest of the season.

He, and Norma, were stoked that Rafe might come aboard, making the charters able to continue.

I was quietly thinking of having Rafe aboard without clients! (Don't tell Dave!) HA!


Gary:

The dude's suit barely contained his muscles. I was surprised a guy of his size seemed to be so subdued as he handed my the empty tin, and asked if he could get a larger one with twice as many tablets.

I mentioned that I hadn't seen him before, and wondered if they were for him.

“Oh, no.”, he grinned. “These are for my boss.”

“And, that would be?”, I coaxed.

Maybe he was thinking I wouldn't sell him the tabs, though anyone could get them. He offered they were for Paddy Lafferty.

“Aw, Yes!”, I grinned. “He was here just the other day, and I'm happy he would like some more. No problem. Give me a moment!”

I scurried off to my back room. Here was another “chance”, but I wouldn't take it. I was convinced this wouldn't be that last. The opportunity was now confirmed. I would bide my time for when it might be necessary. I'd have to tell Cathy (Crawford) about this.


Dave:

I was chatting with Frank, at the front counter, about Arie's visit. Frank was a bit disappointed, since Ry hadn't seen his attic, yet, and Frank was thinking it was about time.

I had to chuckle.

“Listen, Bud! The way Ry was prancing around this morning tells me his butt is still trying to get used to being rammed by your big black dick! And, I should know! I'm not all that sure he's ready to up the ante quite yet!”

“I guess you have a point.”, Frank grinned. “I don't want to scare that sweet Irish ass away. I have to admit I don't fully know what it is about him. All I can say is that I've found myself caring for him a lot!”

I gave Frank a sideways “Bro Hug”.

“I know we were all put off a bit when we first met Ryan. However, he's managed to grow on all of us. I get that. And, he sure has a lovely butt! The important thing is he might be in some danger, and we all need to rally around him. Will you really mind staying here?”

“If you're O.K. with it, so am I.”, Frank affirmed. “What do you think about possibly sharing our boys some more?”

“Well, Bro, given how far we've already gone, I'm thinking that if it's all right with Ry and Ollie, we might have some more fun times ahead of us!”

Little did I know what more I was going to find out, when my blue eyed, blond, dimpled, Ollie, swaggered into “The Shoppe”, hugging Frank, kissing me, before eagerly letting us know about Rafe's upcoming arrival.

Damn! In spite of the sense of possible threat, having to be on our toes, I was thinking that other parts of us were going to be getting some interesting attention. HA!

 

[DonQuixote]

I've been thinking about expanding my knowledge of metallurgy for awhile now.
I think I need to get on that - maybe the guys will put me up and help me with some of the finer points of Cape conjugals.

 

[Craiger]

I have a feeling that Frank and the others will keep Ryan busy enough to keep him from wondering what's happening. Paddy and Sean have no idea what their up against when it comes to resources of "The Shoppe." Gary appears to be a bit more comfortable with the dealings from Paddy's man and also with Cathy... Strange knowing her first name. Thanks, Chaz.

Craiger

 

[FastOne]

Sounds like some good times ahead (albeit cautious ones). Much more and they'll have to turn up the volume on those "singing stairs" or else no one will ever hear them over some, ahem, more manly sounds...
Looking forward to seeing what's next.

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 112 of ? …


Ollie:

It was more than a mist. It was a heavy fog I was fighting to wake up through. My head didn't ache, but it didn't feel all that good, either. I vaguely realized it was Saturday morning. I didn't want to open my eyes.

The gentle sound of sea gulls cawing told me the alarm had done it's job, opening the ceiling to the skylight. I could tell, through my eyelids, that the room was no longer dark. I sighed.

The warm body I was holding, spooning, responded with a slight stretch along my entire length. My palms were clasping solid pecs. I ran my right hand down over muscled abs, to pubic hair, and a raging boner.

“Hoss” was also rising, against firm, quivering, buns. My ass was grasped, pulling me further into silky globes. A leg was slightly raised. “Hoss” made his way along a taint, brushing balls, to settle between clenching thighs.

“MMMmmmmm!”, I heard a male voice utter, joining the murmur of crashing waves.

I inhaled the scent of the hair, and neck, my nose was buried in. It wasn't quite what I was expecting. As intoxicating as it was, it was different. It wasn't “My” Dave.

What?

The guy I was holding rolled toward me, bringing our solid dicks together, along with the rest of our bodies. I opened my eyes to gaze into brown ones, not the green I was expecting.

Though I was a bit confused, I couldn't deny the tongue that was licking, and trying to get past, my lips.

Instead of pecs, now I was feeling shoulder blades, a defined spine, leading to bubble butt hips, which were pulsing forward, driving our hard ons along each other.

I could feel moisture on “Hoss's” shaft, not knowing if it was from me pre-cumming, or Him, whoever He was.

I felt the urge to pee. I also felt the need to cum even more. Damn!

The tongue in my mouth moved to my jaw line, to my neck, down my chest, pausing to gently tease a nipple, then swirl in my navel, lap over my pubes, a hot mouth engulfing “Hoss”, and sucking vigorously.

I glanced down noticing the single dimple high on Rafe's right cheek, as he sucked me down to my base, and “Hoss” let loose with a huge explosion down his throat.

“MMMmmmmm!”, he grinned, “Good morning!”

“I could use some of that, too!”, Dave exclaimed, walking into the bedroom, his dick head touching his navel.

The smell of fresh coffee brewing told me he'd just come from the kitchen.

With no sign of any embarrassment, Rafe rolled over, grabbed Dave's dick, and proceeded to suck him off, too.

I was fascinated watching my guy shoot into another dude's adorable face!

Rafe had been jerking off, and shot all over his gorgeous body.

“Race you two to the shower!”, Dave exclaimed.

I was still trying to wake up! And, I still had to pee! What the hell had just happened?


Sean Kennison:

“What the hell are you screaming about?”, I demanded of Paddy, over the phone.

“They've all been arrested!”, he yelled back.

“Who?”

“All the guys that had been watching “Dog Star's” dock!”

“All of them?”

“Every single one! It was a coordinated take down! You need to move, and quickly!”

“I'll alert the firm. What precinct were they taken to?”

“Not the cops, you idiot! The F.B.I.!”

“Oh, Shit! This isn't good at all! How do you know this, and I don't?”

“You should know by now my sources are more extensive than yours. And, I'm now convinced there is a major leak somewhere, and I will track it down to no matter who it is, and have it taken care of! Are you hearing me?”, Paddy thundered.

“Hey! Let's not make this any worse than it already is! Chill the fuck down! Let me handle this!”

“Do what you need to do, and I'll do what I need to do!”

“This is already tough enough, Bucko! Don't make a move without letting me know!

“I can't promise that.”, Paddy threatened.

“For your own good, and all of ours, you'd better!”, I countered.

“I'll try, Bro. I'll really try! But, when I find out where that breach is, I can't guarantee anything!”

“O.K., O.K.! I'll get to work here, and head off everything I can.”


Dave:

Rafe's arrival, Friday evening, had the effect of turning up the heat on everything! Not that I'm complaining! That boy is serious testosterone on the hoof! HA!

When Rafe walked into “The Shoppe” Ryan's eyes bugged out in disbelief! I swear “Irish” was drooling as he hugged “our” hot Latino, totally surprised he was there.

Since the rest of us were still working, Ollie gave Rafe the full tour, giving him the entire show of “The Shoppe's” aspects.

Rafe was totally blown away, and, later, after we closed, even more than that!

Ry seemed to be super excited to get Rafe naked, and suck him off. Apparently something he'd been dreaming about since meeting Rafe at the marina. We almost had to hold him back so we could simply complete dinner in “The Loft”.

To be honest, there was a lot of wine, and other hard beverages, and the living area saw more male to male sex than it had in ages! Dicks in mouths. Dicks in asses. I have to admit I lost count of who did what to who!

All I know is that everyone got fucked, several times, and by nearly everyone. It was a total, extremely beautiful orgy! Thank goodness the furniture was leather!

I tried to keep my alcohol consumption to a minimum. I woke up with Rafe between Ollie, and me. I hated that Saturday was a work day, but still had to get things going.

When I walked back into out bedroom I could tell Ollie was a bit confused, being blown by Rafe, instead of me. What a hot scene that was, though!

And, then, Rafe blowing me with Ollie watching? What can I say?

Major HOT!

Our Latino Rafe was adopted for sure, whether he realized that, or not! It was up to him to accept it, though.

While the rest of us worked “The Shoppe”, Ollie was going to take Rafe out on “Catch” to show him all of her facets, and get a feel for how she handled. Though it was presented as a casual boat ride it was actually a training mission. Ollie would only pop the question to Rafe joining up if he passed with flying colors.

I missed both of them as soon as they left for the pier. I was antsy to hear the final results when they would return. Rafe would be with us, or not, depending on how his day on “Catch” went. Well, for everyday, as opposed to the weekends. I was hoping Ollie would judge to give him that choice, and he would take it.


Brad:

We had interviewed all of “the snatched”. The interesting common thread was that none of them remembered being kidnapped, or who had taken them. They were all surprised what the current date was.

I don't know who came up with the deal we offered them. I was thinking it wasn't anyone from my bureau, but more likely from Michael's agency.

If they agreed to not say anything, to anybody, explaining they simply took an impromptu vacation, they would receive $50,000 immediately, with a $500,000 Roth IRA account, that would immediately disappear if they opened their mouths. All of them agreed. I would have, too! It was a brilliant expenditure of tax payer funds. The prospect of law suites would have cost many times more.

Though they could have opted to exercise all of their rights, no layers were called upon, which only would have complicated things further. And, that had been explained, very clearly.

It was not the same with “Dog Star's” crew. They were not U.S. Citizens, and were being held under foreign terrorist laws. We were holding them under deep cover, with “Misha” close to Dmitri. It had been determined, considering how things may go, that “Dog Star” might sail again, with her crew, with Dmitri still as captain, but under “Misha's” command. It all depended on how much all were willing to cooperate. Given the alternatives they were facing, it wasn't too surprising what choices they opted for.

Somewhere, among all of the red tape hassles, Ting had managed to escape from among “the snatched”. Seems he simply walked out of the hospital under his own steam. We had no idea where he might have gone, why or where, and had a full point bulletin out for his arrest, with extreme caution.

He was a loose end we couldn't afford.

 

[Craiger]

Wow! At least the unfortunate victims were safe and with a sweet deal besides. The loss of Ting could be the unraveling of this whole thing. Now Paddy will use his sources to figure out what's going on and Ryan may need that extra protection. Nice to have Rafe in the group, that is if he agrees. Seems like "orgy" is the new scene and hot, hot, hot. Thanks, Chaz.

Craiger

 

[DonQuixote]

An exciting chapter, for sure, Chaz.

I'd like to wake up to that hot, steamy, spot wash,HA!

It's good the boys who were still on the Dog are free - the next step is trying to find those who have already been sold into perhaps not so happy homes.

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 113 of ? …


Ollie:

I was taking Rafe for a boat ride, but my real intentions were to check him out as far as handling boats. Granted, he'd been close to them at the marina, but how much did he actually know, and be capable of?

As we left the guys at “The Shoppe”, heading for the docks, I had my arm draped around Rafe's bare brown shoulders, him wearing a loose tank top, with me in my “What A Catch” t-shirt. It was difficult to gauge all of the looks we were getting on the street. Were they drooling over Rafe or me? Maybe the two of us together? The reactions from everyone, guys and girls, were interesting, to say the least. We were definitely a “Hit”!

As expected, Rafe was more than efficient at getting “Catch” untied, and cast off. I backed us out of her slip, pivoted her on her props, and headed out through the breakwater. Rafe was intently watching every move I made. That was a good sign.

The Atlantic was in one of her mildest moods, under clear blue skies. I'd be able to give Rafe the helm, let him get a feel for the controls, and not have to worry about countering waves. I wanted to let him get the full feel of “Catch”, her equipment, and how she maneuvered.

I was surprised when I told him to switched places at the lower helm. He was a bit hesitant/tentative. It was only then I discovered he had never piloted a boat before. Seems I had more training to do than I expected.

Rafe still didn't have a clue why I was doing this, and was a bit overwhelmed that I was allowing him this experience. I tried building his confidence, telling him there was nothing he could break, as long as he followed my instructions. As we were exchanging seats I couldn't help but pat his ass. That got a smile from him.

He turned out to be a natural helmsman. It was nearly no time at all that he had “Catch” dancing through the swells. He had a commanding touch at her controls, and “Catch” responded as though she was answering to me, or Capt. Rob. I was impressed how quickly Rafe learned, as he relaxed enough to even try some moves of his own. “Catch” was happy, I was thrilled, and Rafe was ecstatic!

I directed us towards “Smugglers' Cove”. It was an indent on the coast that was not easily accessible by land. High cliffs rose from it's sandy beach, and there weren't many that knew of its existence. Those that did know how to get there appreciated it's seclusion, and took advantage of being able to frolic naked.

As we came around the head I noticed several nude sunbathers, a few guys skinny dipping, and, given it was Saturday, who knew what was going on in the bushes. Rafe totally lit up!

Though “Catch's” kevlar coated hull was built for beaching, I had Rafe anchor us several yards out. When he'd deftly accomplished that, we eagerly fought getting each others' clothes off, and were soon diving into the cooling water, laughing like idiots.

“Catch” was simply bobbing on her rode. I swear that if a boat could, she was smiling.

Rafe was even more sexy when he was wet. His taught, perfect, skin glistened in the sun. I was mesmerized with the water droplets he'd shake out of his black hair, when he'd come up for a breather, from sucking on “Hoss” while I was trying to swim.

I was finally able to get him back on board “Catch”, retrieving towels to dry us off. Our balls had suffered a bit of shrinkage, but I had Rafe's man globes dangling again, having warmed them up with my mouth.

I couldn't help myself from spinning him around, leaning him over the stern, spreading his legs apart, and fucking his bubble butt.

Rafe was moaning, then screaming, as I pounded his ass, while I was grasping his pert beautiful brown hips, and shooting a full load of “Hoss” cream into his straining body. The boy was on his tip toes, head thrown back, adam's apple throbbing, as he was howling at the sun, and spurting cum all over the deck from his raging boner, including over the tops of my feet, and his.

In spite of last night, and this morning, “our” hot Latino could still spray copious ropes out of the tip of his impressive dick. How he could still do that, I had no idea. He must be wired for SEX! Only the Lord knew, and I wasn't complaining.

I was brought out of my own sexual, star studded, delirium, by applause and cat calls from the guys fapping on the beach.

Rafe and I finally managed to calm down, get dressed, and head “Catch” back to her slip.

Since he'd done so well, I let Rafe take us all the way back into the dock, and expertly tie “Catch” off, with no help from me.

Our next stop would be the hospital, to visit Capt. Rob and Norma, and “pop the question” to Rafe. I had very good feelings about how that might go.


Rafe:

Today turned out the be THE Highlight of my entire Life, so far! I never imagined I'd ever be so close to major studs like Ollie, Dave, Ryan and Frank. Last night was a hectic blur. This morning was a dream come true, and now all of this was happening on top of all that!

I knew that “Catch” was an awesome boat, but I didn't have a clue how fantastic she was. Ollie giving me a shot at controlling her, and learning all of her systems, was mind blowing. I was struggling to take all of it in not wanting to disappoint the blond God that was giving me this chance. I was hoping I was doing all right.

“Smugglers' Cove” was an amazing surprise. And, Ollie pounding me was sheer pleasure! I couldn't believe how much cum he fucked out of me! I was barely able to sit down in the pilot's seat when he was done with me. His beautiful snake up my butt had me seeing galaxies! My vision was still a bit blurred as I nudged “Catch” out of “Smugglers' Cove”, sitting gingerly on the helm bench.

Though I'd met Capt. Rob before, I was a bit uneasy heading for the hospital. Even with folks I knew really well, that atmosphere was not something I enjoyed encountering. However, Ollie was very insistent this was something we had to do. It was only later that I learned why he was so determined, and I was more than glad that I went along.

I'd not met Norma before, and was surprised how enthusiastically she greeted me when we entered Capt. Rob's room. Her hug nearly smothered me. She immediately reminded me of “Mom”. I loved her at first sight.

Capt. Rob was doing very well, recovering from his pacemaker implant. Ollie had filled me in before. I was pleased he was healing so soon. There was something about him that I admired. He was a great guy, who had accomplished so much, from flying planes, to designing, and commissioning, “Catch”.

Little did I know what was going to be offered me. I was completely aghast. Though I couldn't believe it, I accepted immediately. I'd have to figure out the particulars later.

Tears were streaming from my eyes, during the hugs all around, when I said, “Yes!”

Norma, in her feminine wisdom, was concerned about my giving notice of leaving the marina, and warned me about burning bridges. It only took me a moment to contemplate that.

I told her about my younger cousin, Santino, who had just graduated high school, and could use a job. I was confident he could fill my shoes, and it would only take a week to train him. I was also sure my boss would more than appreciate my offer of a replacement, and my willingness to get him up to speed.

She asked me to keep her up to date about how that was going, so she'd know when to start rescheduling charters. Ollie offered he thought I was ready, and as soon as I could get back up here, we'd be ready to go.

I was floating on clouds!

On our way back to “The Shoppe”, we stopped at LouAnn's to get me some “What A Catch” t-shirts, and a few sets of “Shoppe” linens.

I was surprised the clothing was in stock. I discovered that Capt. Rob sent all of his clients a t-shirt, as a little surprise after their cruise, to keep him in mind, and also get “Catch” out there as they became walking billboards.

Though they didn't sport logos, “The Shoppe” style linens were great sellers. Seems there is nothing like doing well, while doing good, and “The Shoppe”, “Catch”, and LouAnn's had that down to a well oiled symbiance.

I was overwhelmed by all I was learning in just the past 24hr., and having so much Fun in the process! My trip to Harbour Home was akin to a rebirth! This place ROCKED on all levels!

I knew I was in tremendous debt to all involved. I was determined to not let anyone down in any respect. These amazing folks totally owned me as far as I was concerned. There was nothing I wouldn't do for any of them! I'd truly arrived “Home”. And, little did I know how many more awesome “peeps” I was yet to meet.


Paddy:

I had no idea exactly what woke me. A light tap on my shoulder? A finger tip lightly brushing the bridge of my nose? I didn't need to pee. Whatever it was, it had the same effect as that tentative silvery feeling “down there”.

I was laying on my back, which meant I'd likely been snoring. Poor Mary, who was on her side, curled away from me.

The only light in the bedroom was from the moon shining through the sheer curtained windows. There was a shadowed figure, standing over me, at the side of the bed.

I could vaguely make out straight black hair, and very dark, slanted, eyes, above a grin that could only be described as evil.

I reflexively reached for the gun under my pillow.

The figure above me slithered his hand behind his back, and produced the very pistol I was going for. How had he retrieved that? How had he even gotten in here?

The figure raised a finger to his lips, in a shushing motion, waved my own gun in my face, and nodded his head toward the door to the hall.

I got the message, and crawled out of bed, leaving the room. Thanks to our new mattress, Mary had no idea I'd moved, and continued sleeping, dreaming, whatever it was she wished.

The figure followed, with my own Glock in my back, directing me toward the kitchen. I paused just inside the kitchen door.

“Turn on the lights.”, my visitor instructed.