“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 121 of ? …
Rafe:
Through my job at the marina, I'd been around boats, tying them off, sometimes going aboard to help out with whatever. And, there had been times that clients had taken me out for rides on the water.
I had learned a lot through experience, and observation. However, until yesterday, when Ollie took me out, and taught me how to handle “Catch”, I'd never been at the helm.
O.K. I'll admit I can be a bit brash. I have a tendency to go for what I want. Except for Dan and Tim, I'd had sex with everyone else aboard. And, as attractive as those two straight guys might be, I was not going to be going there. I was aware of bounds. And, believe it, or not, I'm not nearly as slutty as I've made myself seem.
Until things miraculously worked out with Dave and Ollie, and then Frank and Ryan, I'd been living the life of a frustrated monk. So much temptation. No obvious paths to relief. “Blue Balls” Central. Many hours jerking alone. So much spunk wasted over my own body, on the floor, against a wall, onto a mirror.
Yeah! I find my own image HOT! What can I say? It was only recently that barriers had fallen, and I'd connected with these awesome, amazing, guys, who seemed to share the same impression. They'd been all over, and into me, literally, and I couldn't get enough. I was in Heaven! It was like I'd found “HOME”.
I was sure I'd crossed a line when I moved Ollie aside, and took control of “Catch”. It was not something I had planned. I simply reacted.
His unexpected acceptance, even encouragement, plus the reaction of everyone else, totally caught me off guard. I'd done it without thinking about it. Apparently, it was the right move, at the right time. I'd even surprised myself. I realized I couldn't have done it without Ollie's instruction the day before.
My grateful admiration of my “Viking God” was beyond anything I'd ever felt before. However, I also knew his “True Love” was his gorgeous Dave, and there was no way I was about to become between those two. As much as I might want Ollie to become my own, I would never attempt driving a wedge between such a Natural paring.
I was more than happy to be able to share in such a close bonding. Yeah! I'd lucked out on my wildest dreams. That they had included me, and their friends had, too, was a “Gift” beyond belief!
The squall seemed to be following us, until we had run about a mile outside Harbour Home's breakwater. With Ollie's continued encouragement, and guidance, I managed to bring “Catch” into her slip. I was huffed when others bounded onto the pier to tie her off. They were filling my usual role. It was like I'd just graduated, or something. Even my dick was pulsing, but I had to downplay that, for now.
Unfortunately, we didn't have any fish to clean. I'd have to learn about all that later. But we did have a lot of gear to stow. Under Ollie's, Dan's, and Tim's guidance, everyone pitched in. It wasn't long before we were saying, “Good Bye” to “Catch”, snug in her berth.
Back at The Shoppe, Dan and Tim said they should be getting home. Everyone got Bear Hugs upon their departure.
Dan's parting words were, “We'll see y'all Tuesday morning. In the mean time … um … I don't want to know!”
Both he and Tim were chuckling, flashing “Thumbs Up!” as they left.
I think it was Dave, though I'm not sure, who commanded, “Everyone in the shower!”, depantsing me from behind.
I was going commando in my cargo shorts. Now my dick was flopping free, under the tail of my tank top. I nearly tripped trying to step out of those shorts, now tangled around my ankles.
Suddenly clothes were being tossed all over the locker room, and the five of us were running naked down the hall.
The shower felt good. Everyone was soaping up everybody else. Balls, butts, and dicks, were being groped, tugged, and “washed”. Fingers were stuck up holes. I think all of us got to suck the four other dicks wagging about. But, we all managed to calm down before any fucking erupted. That would cum later.
We grabbed towels to dry each other off, and used the hair dryers to fluff up our hair, not restricted to that on our heads.
Pulling on fluffy short robes, which no one bothered to tie, we bounded up the singing stairs.
While handing out beers, Dave said, “I hope y'all don't mind. The quickest thing I can do is spaghetti.”
There were no objections. All of us were famished.
“Here's to our savior Rafe!”, Ollie declared, beginning the clashing of bottle glass on glass.
I was blushing! With my Latino complexion, I wasn't sure anyone could tell. They couldn't escape my super wide smile, though!
I think it was Ryan who muttered, “Amen!”, and took the opportunity to squeeze my exposed dick.
“All right, boys! Let's chill a bit, or you're not going to get fed, food, that is!”, Dave laughed.
We demurred, and took our places around the granite table. As Dave was firing things up in the kitchen, Ollie was busy setting places.
The beer led to wine as dinner was served. The discussion was around all the amazing things that had happened to us today. Dessert was tiramisu, with coffee and cognac.
The one thing we didn't discuss was how close we had come to being struck dead, though I was sure it was in the back of all of our minds. It may have been that realization that fueled our more open willingness to try what we could, when we could.
There were no guarantees that tomorrow would dawn for any of us. In a way, that set us more free.
Though my desire was to be with Dave and Ollie, I was sensitive to the looks, and touches, they were sharing with each other. And, since Frank and Ryan were giving me a lot of attention, I thought it best to join them, giving Dave and Ollie their own space.
Little did I know how much sucking, and fucking, I was in for, after things were cleaned up, and put away.
Joining Frank and Ryan in the Guest Room, supposedly for sleep, turned out to be an experience beyond my wildest expectations. I'd never dreamed of having two dicks in my ass, at the same time, nor rubbing my erection against Frank's, in Ryan's hole.
Of course, Ryan and I had to show Frank what that felt like, too. There was intoxicating boy sweat, and cum, flying everywhere!
I could only imagine what a vid of a Latino, a Black, and a pale Irish guy, fucking like rabbits, might be worth on the interwebs.
However, cams were not allowed in “The Loft”. (Damn! HA!)
Being struck by lightning, twice, was one thing. This was something else!
We were all still alive, and breathing, barely, as I was wrapped in legs, arms,, and damp, musky, torsos, from both sides, sinking into the mist of gentle, welcomed, slumber.
I would not object to dying in my sleep as I was already in Heaven!
Liam:
I headed to his study as soon as Paddy's voice boomed my name over the intercom.
“Yes, Sir?”, I asked, upon opening the door to a scowling, conniving, Irishman, my boss.
“Tell Collin that we're gong up to Harbor Home tomorrow. I've been thinking about things, and want to talk to my nephew!”, he growled.
“Of course, Sir! When should we leave?”
“Let's go about 10, which should get us there just before lunch time. I want to check out “Polly's” again, too.”
“We will be ready.”
“And, while we're there, I want you to pick up more “Gary's Tummy Tamers”, while I'm with Ryan.”
“Aye, Sir!”, I muttered, sensing it was O.K. to leave his overwhelming presence, thankfully.
I liked Ryan, and was becoming concerned about his well being. It was my job to protect him, too. I knew my brother, Collin, felt the same.
Arie:
Pam and Cathy hit it off great right out of the gate. Cathy proved to be nearly as much of a “character” as my spirited wife. I think both of them were competing to see how much they could embarrass Gary and I, as they set about flirting, and making randy comments about, the opposite's partner. Both Gary and I were ten shades redder than our normal complexion, and laughing our heads off.
We discovered that Cathy was an avid Harley rider, and belonged to a female prominent club called “The Biker Divas”. In that world, the guys were the ones riding on the back.
Apparently that was news to Gary. He went from blushing to ghostly white in matter of seconds. That only made me laugh all that much harder.
Before we realized it, we'd spent several hours at “Mothers”.
Upon leaving, I saw all of Dan's crew heading for The Shoppe. I guessed they had been out on “Catch”. There was a very handsome Latino guy with them, that I'd not yet met, which raised my curiosity. What please me most was that all of them were keeping Ryan in the middle of the pack, seeming to reflexively protect him.
I made a mental note to visit The Shoppe tomorrow, hoping that someone might be there, knowing they'd be officially closed on a Monday.
Gary:
My introduction of Cathy to Harbour Home, and visa versa, went far better than I could ever have hoped for. She was thrilled to meet some of the people in my life, especially Arie and Pam. I was surprised, and thrilled, that we'd run into them. Our lunch at “Mothers” had turned out far better than my wildest expectations.
Driving back to the house I turned to her, and asked, “What did you think about meeting Pam and Arie, our Chief of Police?”
Her expression was that of a deer caught in headlights, as all the blood drained from her face.
“He's the WHAT?”
Brad:
I was into my thirties, and still single. Yeah! I'd come close to the altar several times, but had backed off from any formal proposals, knowing there was something telling me I was not all that into girls, in spite of my “successes” with more than my fair share of females.
Along the way there had been a few guys that I'd played with, on the “down low”. I'd been resisting what I'd known all along, that I inherently preferred guys.
That knowledge had plagued me while I was pursuing my desire to become an F.B.I. Agent. I was constantly in fear of my obvious, to me, sexual orientation, blocking my opportunities to reach my professional goals.
Though the overall social landscape has become far more accepting, I was still leery of exposing my personal secret.
Now I'd been confronted with the blond, blue eyed, Ultimate Stud, “Misha”/Michael. I found it extremely difficult to not launch myself across the interrogation room table, rip off his clothes, and shamelessly ravage his incredible body.
During our discussions, I got the impression that he was fully aware of my mental state of drooling all over him. And, he didn't seem to mind, which wasn't helping me, at all.
Somehow, it had fallen to me to inform him, through the guise of another interview, that he would be departing, on “Dog Star”, tomorrow, for Tripoli, with a special cargo for certain Libyan contingents.
He assured me he was ready for that.
I wasn't sure if he'd be as ready for my next offer …
I told him that I could arrange for him to spend the night, out of his cell, under my supposed supervision, at the place I was staying, if he'd might like that.
“Oh, Hell, YES!”, he replied, with a huge smile, and a wink.
Thank goodness that the microphones, and cameras, in the interrogation room, were turned off!
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