I awoke some time later to the sun shining in through the side windows. The room was bathed in sun light and I could hear the seagulls outside squawking away. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and looked around. I was alone. The boat rocked gently against the slip and I could hear the dull thud of the hull rubbing against the dock buoys.

We were back in Chicago.

But where was Tyler and Geoff? Why didn't they wake me?

I got up and relieved myself in the bathroom. I was sore. My dick had never received so much attention as it did over the last 72-hours, and my ass hurt like hell. Taped to the mirror was a piece of toilet paper that said, 'get your pants on and come up on deck - G'

They were still here. I washed my face and underarms, then realized I needed an actual shower - so I took my time getting cleaned up and getting dressed. As I left the cabin, I noticed the clock on the wall had said 11:30 AM.

How long had we been back?

I went out and down the hall to the lounge where everyone had gathered last night. It was empty and Antonio was cleaning one of the sliding doors in the aft section where we boarded the night before.

Wearing just my shorts, I approached him.

"Good morning Antonio."

"Good morning sir - how are we feeling this morning?"

I rubbed my head, then realized that I was hungry. "I could use a snack."

"I was about to take some sandwiches to Mister Geoffrey and Mister Tyler."

"Where are Mister Geoffrey and Mister Tyler?"

"They are up on the forward sun deck. You can get there back the way you came and take the first left. The door will lead you to the outside."

"Okay."

"There is some fresh squeezed orange juice on the bar if you'd like some."

"Yes, thank you." and I picked up a glass as I walked by.

I couldn't help but think, 'what must Antonio think of all this?' I looked back at him before I turned the corner and he was working diligently to clean the glass door again. Obviously accustomed to post "party" activities such as we had last night.

I slid open the door and walked onto the gangway. Over the railing I saw the brownish blue water of the marina. The sun was bright and warm against my skin. I felt invigorated after only a few sips of orange juice. I walked to the stern of the ship and found Geoff and Tyler laying in two of several lounge chairs arranged on the sun deck.

They looked like a couple of Abercrombie & Fitch models ready for a photo shoot. Each of them muscled and well defined, covered in oil, each dawning a pair of Wayfarer's and sipping on different beverages.

"There he is." said Tyler "we were going to have to come in and get you in a while."

I walked up to Geoff, he reached out and grabbed my hand, pulled down his sun glasses and looked me in the eye. "How are you feeling."

"Better now."

"Good." he pulled me down to him and kissed me "get comfortable and relax a little. You earned it."

I sat in the teak lounger next to Geoff and noticed Tyler sit up and face us both.

"We don't have to be off the ship until after lunch."

"Has everyone else left?"

"Oh yes, they usually leave before the sun is up. God forbid anyone see them disembarking from Corey's Sex Cruise in broad daylight." Tyler said.

Geoff laid back in his lounger and exhaled deeply. His body was glistening in the sunlight. His muscular frame accented by its oiled and bronzed color. He looked delicious. I wanted to climb the ridges of his abs. It was apparent that Tyler liked what I saw, and he was quick to say something.

"He's got a great body doesn't he."

"Yes, he does."

"He works really hard to keep it that way."

"Yes, I know."

"Don't you just want him to grab and fuck you?"

"Guys - please - I'm right here." said Geoffrey

"I do actually, but I'll err on the side of good manners and not make my feelings so explicitly know." I rebutted. However, Tyler's remarks spawned a question that I couldn't hold in.

"How many times have you two been together?"

Tyler laughed, "How many times have you two been together." he repeated, "I don't know Geoff - how many times has it been?"

"Tyler don't be a dick" Geoff said in a calm tone.

"Oh come on Geoffrey, your boyfriend wants to know how big of a slut you really are."

And with that Geoff turned his head and shot a look of anger at Tyler that took him back so much that he even raised his feet off the deck and scurried back onto his lounger.

"I said knock it off." Geoff announced.

"Actually, I would really like to know more. I mean, after last night, don't you think I'm entitled to an explanation." I asked Geoff.

Geoff exhaled strongly and looked back at me.

"I really don't think you want to know - do you?"

"Listen, I know you aren't going to hurt me, and I can figure most of this shit out on my own. I'm not that dense. But if you don't want to talk about it right now then that is fine." and I reached out and touched his warm oiled arm.

"I just want to relax a little before we have to leave, that's all." he replied.

"Okay then." and I leaned back in my lounger and closed my eyes.

"Wow, I've never seen you so whipped Geoff." Tyler said sarcastically.

Geoff rose up out of his chair and jumped on top of Tyler raising his fist in the air, "I swear to god Tyler - if you say another fucking word I'm going to knock the caps of your fucking teeth!"

"Okay, okay - fuck dude - relax. I'm just joking around."

"Tyler, you need to find your mute button." I quipped as I settled into the plush lounger. Geoffrey climbed off of him, regained his composure, and sat back down.

"I'm just really tired of all the god damn games Tyler. Everything is a fucking joke to you." Geoff told him. "Do you ever think before you speak?"

I looked over at Tyler who didn't seem so brazen anymore. He was slouched over siting up in his lounger looking pathetic. I did feel sorry for him, but I wasn't going to do anything about it. Tyler was an attention whore (among other things). Geoffrey handled the situation and I didn't need to interject any more.

"Here you are gentlemen." said Antonio. He was carrying a large tray with fresh fruit, luncheon meat, crackers, cheese, and some chilled Pellegrino.

"Oh Antonio - this looks fantastic. Thank you!"

"You're quite welcome Mister Christian. If there is anything else, please just use the phone. I will be locking up in about an hour." and Antonio left us to munch on the tray. It was simple, but delicious.

The three of us ate in silence and when the tray was decimated, we returned to our chairs for more sun worship.

The marina was active for a Monday morning; as marina's go I guess. I found it relaxing to look around at all the tall masts bobbing in their slips, sea gulls flying about, a few Albatrosses resting on old wooden posts sticking out of the water. It seemed very 'California', and then I noticed Tyler.

He had slipped his shorts off and was lying naked on his lounger, his right leg bent at the knee and angled away from him while his right hand was massaging his nut sack. His dick was laying across his left thigh. It looked bigger than I remembered, perhaps a modest six or seven inches in length, and his piss slit was pointed right at me.

I decided not to comment and just sat in quiet admiration. Tyler was, after all, a very handsome young man with a gorgeous body - and he knew it. His tousled hair and minuscule dusting of blond chest hair in the valley of his modest pecs, and his dark brown treasure trail led straight into his tightly manicured patch of pubic hair. The rest of his genitals were hairless, as were his legs.

I continued my gaze at Tyler's well tended body. And it wasn't long before I felt my own demon awaken. I felt that hyperactive pulse start to skip and became short of breath and I lost myself in his image.

With his Wayfarers on, I could not tell if his eyes were open or closed, or even if he had noticed me staring at him - but then he grabbed the shaft of his prick and shook it at me as if to say "Ha Ha Ha, I caught you peeking!" Then he let out a little laugh and looked the other way.

I huffed, and closed my eyes.

"Tyler, you gonna get a sunburn on your Johnson if you don't put sunscreen on it." Geoff touted after he took notice Tyler's little performance.

"Hey Christian, you wanna put some sunscreen on me?" he mocked.

"No Thank You Tyler. I believe you can handle that yourself. " I retorted. I glanced over at him, lowering my sunglasses down my nose, "you appear to be QUITE capable."

He was an arrogant little bastard and loved to provoke reactions in people. What a twisted little fuck he was - but still - he was nice to look at.

Tyler rubbed some sunscreen into his upper thighs and around his pelvis, before covering his dick and balls with the corner of a towel. "I don't want any noticeable tan lines - ya know."

"Yes Tyler - we know." Geoff replied in a slightly irritated tone.

After a while I looked at Geoffrey, "Can we go now?"

"Yeah, I think its probably time."

"Ah, you guys are leaving so soon. I thought perhaps we could go below one last time."

"No, we have to get going. We have a plane to catch at three back to Des Moines."

"Oh right - I forgot you two have 'school'" he mocked, before laying back and adjusting his sunglasses.

"Don't you have school too?"

"Yeah, but you never do much on the first day anyway. I think I might head home when Antonio kicks me out."

"Alright then Tyler." Geoffrey said as they knocked knuckles and we made our way to the back of the ship. Antonio was closing the shades in the main cabin when Geoff and I found him.

"Are you gentlemen leaving?" he asked.

"Yes, we need to get to O'Hare before our flight at three."

"I have arranged a car to take you wherever you need to go. It is waiting up at the clubhouse."

"Thank you Antonio." Geoff reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a rolled up wad of cash and handed Antonio a one hundred dollar bill. "Have a good week."

"Thank you Mr. Geoffrey, you do the same. It was nice to meet you Mister Christian, will we be seeing you again?"

"No, I don't think so. But thank you for everything Antonio."

"Of course sir. Have a safe flight."

Geoff and I walked down the gangway onto the dock and made our way up to the club house. Lunch was being served and several people were inside eating. The parking lot was full of cars, and a black Lincoln Town Car was parked near the front door.

"Mister Geoffrey?"

"Yes."

"My name is Manuel. I will be your driver this afternoon."

"Thank you Manuel. We will need to stop at the Chicago Hilton before dropping us off at O'Hare."

"Very good sir." and he opened the back door to the car. We got in and Manuel drove away.

I noticed Geoff seemed distant. His hand was to his lips and he was intently looking out the window.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

He didn't say anything for a moment, but then reached his other hand out to hold mine on the seat. I shifted towards him and asked if everything was okay.

He turned to me and said, 'I'm sorry for the way the last couple of days have gone.'

"Don't be. I had an amazing time."

"No you didn't."

"Yeah, I did. Why would you say that?"

"Because you are not THAT kind of person."

"WHAT kind of person."

"One that gets involved in the kind of things that happened last night."

"True, but you really didn't leave me much choice."

"But aren't you mad at me?"

"Do you want me to be?"

"I don't know."

It was as if he was waiting for me to drop a bomb on him. He was nervous and fidgeting, and at one moment I thought he might almost cry.

"Look, if it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have made it through last night. So don't beat yourself up over it. Alright?"

"But if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have even been here last night."

"Well, I could chose to be angry with you, or I could chose to accept the last two days for what they are and make the best of it."

Geoff just looked at me. "Really?"

"Yes, really." and I smiled at him. "Besides, I honestly had an amazing time."

He leaned over and kissed me. "You are amazing. What did I do to deserve you?"

"Your just lucky?"

"No, my luck ran out a long time ago - but I am hopeful."

"Are you ever going to tell me about how all of that started?"

Geoff paused and looked back out the window. "Someday." he said. "Just not today."

The car sped up Lake Shore Drive before turning left on Balboa and then left onto Michigan Avenue and pulling up to the Chicago Hilton.

"Just wait here, I'll be back in a minute." he told me and the driver. He got out and sprinted inside the hotel. I sat and waited patiently, noticing the driver stealing glances at me in the back seat. It was becoming obvious and was beginning to bother me.

"What?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry sir."

"Well what is it? You keep looking at me. Do you need something?"

"No sir."

"Well then keep your eyes where they belong." I instructed him.

"Yes sir."

I put on the Wayfarers that I had taken from the boat and sat back in the seat. Geoff came out a few moments later with a dry cleaning bag and a small plastic bag. The driver got out and placed the items in the trunk while Geoff got in the car.

"Here ya go."

"What's this?"

"Your wallet."

I opened the bag and sure enough it was my wallet along with the bottle of Tommy, some deodorant, and a small roll of money. I took the money out and looked at it.

"What's this?" I asked Geoff.

"It's your cut from last night."

"My cut."

"Uh huh."

"How much is here?"

"I think it is about $800.00."

"$800.00? That is what last night was worth?"

Geoff nodded his head and then looked as if he thought I might slap him. But I didn't. I just tossed the cash back into the bag, pulled the strings tight and set it on the floor.

The driver got back in the car and we drove off towards O'Hare airport.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Geoff asked me.

"Like what?"

"I don't know, anything?"

"You mean about how I was paid $800.00 to have you fuck me in front of a bunch of rich old naked fuckers!"

"Uh... yes?"

I noticed the driver was looking in his rearview mirror again.

"KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE FUCKING ROAD YOU MORON!" I yelled at the driver.

I looked at Geoff, "I thought you and I had a very special moment last night, even amidst all that bullshit, and when I saw those men standing their watching us in the dark I felt cheap and used. Now you give me this fucking money like its no big deal!"

"Should I not have given you the money?"

"I was doing pretty good inside until I saw THAT!" pointing at the sack on the floor.

Geoff scooted across the seat and put his arm around me, pulling my head to his chest.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

I closed my eyes and fought back the tears. All of this emotion just bubbled up from no where and I wanted to scream as if I had been raped or something.

"It was special... And I'm sorry it ended up being like that. I had no idea they were even in the room."

I was trying my hardest not to cry, but feeling very vulnerable.

"You really didn't know they were all standing there?"

"No... I didn't... I swear. You were the only thing I was thinking of and how wonderful it felt to be with you."

I winced my eyes and a tear managed to run down my cheek. It dripped onto Geoff's arm and he lifted my head and kissed me again.

"I'm so sorry baby, I really am." and he pulled me into the nape of his neck. He smelled wonderful, his big arms wrapping around me and pulling me in tight. We sat that way the rest of the way to the airport.

We boarded our flight back to Des Moines and I was able to pull myself together enough to make it home. The flight back was quiet. Geoff and I sat leaning in towards each other in First Class. The flight attendants were kind and attentive and I began to really settle down. We landed and got out to my car where Geoff asked me if I wanted him to drive.

"No, let's just go home." I told him. He winked at me, got in the car, and we drove back to school. That night, Geoff and I pushed our beds together in our room and lay facing one another naked. We had both showered, our hair still wet, but smelling clean and fresh.

"You want to tell me about Corey?" I asked him.

He hesitated for a moment, and then told me how he and Corey had become friends at summer camp and when they got older Corey would invite him to Chicago for the summer. Their times together were very intense and that Corey was the first guy that he actually had sex with. He also told me how Corey had been abused by his uncle at a young age and that he had been seeing a shrink ever since his parents found out about it.

"What happened between Corey and his Uncle?"

"Corey's uncle would come to their house during the holidays and pay Corey to let him fondle him, bath him, or to suck his little dick."

Geoff went on to tell me that it started when Corey was just eight years old and went well into his teenage years. But things changed and Corey would seek out his uncle against his parents wishes and ended up being passed around to his uncles friends at sex parties.

"Oh my god."

"I know. I remember Corey telling me about this one time that he was driven to his Uncles house by a private car after school, and when he arrived there were several men standing around having drinks in his uncles house. Corey's uncle took him into one of the bedrooms, had him remove all his clothes, come out into the living room, and climb onto an ottoman that had been draped in a sheet."

Geoff told me how the men took turns repeatedly fucking Corey bareback. He said the sessions would sometimes last for hours. His uncle would get mad when Corey would try to leave and so he would put more money into Corey's backpack to get him to stay.

"That is unbelievable." I said to Geoff. He looked sad and embarrassed for Corey. "So what happened between the two of you?"

"I was at Corey's house one year over the Fourth of July and his uncle had shown up. This was before his parents had found out about them. Corey introduced me to him and later his uncle took us for a drive. He had this really cool Jaguar convertible and drove us out to his house. There he had a pool and told Corey and I we could go swimming. We stripped down and jumped in."

Geoff said that Corey's uncle came out to the pool with a pitcher of ice tea and offered it to the boys, but when they drank it - it wasn't iced tea. It was pure alcohol. His uncle encouraged them to drink it, and they did. Things got weird when Corey's uncle got in the pool naked and started swimming after them. He caught Geoff and started to fondle him in the pool. Corey got out and sat on the edge while Geoff struggled against his uncle. Geoff was pulled to the shallow end and placed on the edge of the pool where Corey came and sat next to him.

"I didn't know what to do, at first I thought it was just some rough housing and playing, but he kept grabbing my dick and sucking on my neck."

"How old were you?"

"I think I was 15 or sixteen."

"So you weren't a little kid by any means."

"No, not at all. Corey had his uncle's wallet and told me that if I let his uncle suck my dick that I could have a fifty dollar bill. I hesitated, but then leaned back and looked up at the sky while Corey's uncle blew me."

Afterward, Geoff told me how Corey's uncle invited them to stay the night and that the boys could have one of the larger bedrooms in the house. It was there that Corey and Geoff had sex for the first time while Corey's uncle watched from a chair in the room. They were both drinking and playing around. The next morning there were two one hundred dollar bills in the pocket of Geoff's shorts.

"The sex was great, and I really thought Corey and I had something - but it was all just a game to him."

"When did the sex cruise thing start?"

"A couple years ago. Corey managed to 'recruit' some of his friends who were willing to do just about anything for money. They all partied really hard and several of them were hooked on heroin and cocaine. They did the sex cruises for money. Corey was running one or two cruises a month until his dad caught him and sent him away to some place in Indiana for rehab."

"And you went on these cruises too?"

"On a few. Corey would invite me up, offer to pay for the airfare, and my parents would take me to the airport on a Friday night and pick me up on Sunday afternoon. They had no idea what was going on. I stashed my money."

"Did you ever do drugs?"

"I've done cocaine a couple of times, smoked a lot of weed, but never did anything with needles. I can't stand the sight of blood - it makes me sick."

I rolled over on my back, looking up at the ceiling, trying to take in everything that Geoff had just told me. He scooted over next to me, put his arm and head on my chest.

"Have I completely freaked you out?"

"No... I just need a moment to take all this in."

"You think I'm pretty fucked up don't you?"

"No." and looked him in the eye. "But you've never been in a real relationship have you?"

"No... I guess not. I spent my free time working out, keeping up appearances, then stealing away to Chicago to make a few hundred bucks. There was a time when some of Corey's guys would specifically ask for me and even pay extra to have me flown in. That's when I would make the big money."

"How big?"

"Oh, you don't wanna know." he laughed and rolled over on his back.

"Was it like what I saw this weekend?"

"No... it was a lot worse." he covered his face with his hands "oh god - I shouldn't be telling you this." he said.

I tugged at his arm and looked him in the eye.

He let out a big sigh and looked at me before saying, "They used to like to watch me jerk off."

"That's it? Just jerk off?"

"...and sometimes one or two guys would want me to wrestle them naked, sometimes with food or jello, or they would want me to piss on them. Basically just fucking humiliate them to a point, and then they would all collectively gang up on me and fuck me in anyway they could imagine. It got pretty intense sometimes."

I looked at him, holding my breath, my hand over my mouth - speechless.

He looked me in the eye and said 'I told you' then covered his face again out of embarrassment, shook his head back and forth, and rolled into me burying his face into my pillow.

I was flabbergasted, and he was adorable.

We talked for hours before finally falling asleep.

Not only had we become lovers and friends; but I had found what I had been missing all my life - a man who loved and cared for me deeply.

 

Christian Crowne

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