[Series] After Hours - Part 24
Title: After Hours
Part: 24
Authors: makingamochrie and anesthesiagirl
Rating: Hard R
Summary: An afternoon of good, clean fun for the boys.
Disclaimer: Completely AU. Don't own, don't sue!
As always, comments and criticisms welcomed. And our apologies for the delay in posting.....darn holidays were busy!
Colin dialed the number he now knew by heart, his fingers dancing flawlessly over the keys as his eyes kept their focus on the roadway ahead. It was Thursday afternoon and he should have been settled back in his cush leather chair, his feet up on his desk, his mind drifting to thoughts of his impending encounter. But no, instead he was behind the wheel of his car, twisting and weaving through traffic, inching his way towards the shipyard. He’d been called out a hour previously, an urgent call for him to come out and sort out a customs dispute regarding new equipment that had just arrived from Japan. Normally that sort of thing went so smoothly that he never had to concern himself with it, but when it went badly, it tended to go very badly.
He listened as the operator of the answering service spoke, instructing him to leave a message and a phone number to contact him should it be necessary. He always half expected to hear a beep after the woman delivered the message, sometimes doubting that she was a real person at all, but she finished by saying, “You can begin your message now.”, shaking him from his reverie.
“This is Colin Mochrie. Please tell Mr. Stiles that I am unable to keep our appointment for this evening due to an unforeseen emergency. I would very much appreciate it if he could call me back either today or tomorrow.” Colin said as he slipped the sedan into the narrow space between two semi-trailers in the slow lane, his exit approaching on the right.
“Is that all, sir?” the woman asked.
“Yes, thank you. He has my cell number. Thanks.” Colin concluded and hung up the phone.
After everything that had happened in the last week the last thing Colin wanted to do was cancel his appointment with Ryan, but, after all, business was business and he didn’t get where he was now by letting his personal life overshadow his professional life. Besides, he kinda missed the smell of the fresh air and the water and he was actually looking forward to being outside for awhile. Plus, the moment he realized that he’d have to cancel, his mind began concocting the perfect was to make it up to him.
He couldn’t get the night in the bar out of him mind these days. He kept drifting back to thoughts of the time they’d spent together, so casual, so easy. Every time his mind wandered to that night he’d be filled with this overwhelming warmth, a feeling so powerful that his body actually ached to experience it again. There was nothing sexual about that feeling, it was as pure as snow, and although he didn’t even pretend to understand what it meant, he did know that he wanted to spend more time with Ryan, more non-sexual time, and see if it still felt so good.
He noted the beat-up metallic sign that signified the shipyard off to the right of the street and slowed his car, signaling a turn. As he pulled up to the guard’s shack he cleared his mind of all traces of his earlier ponderings, leaving Ryan behind and returning to the present, always the consummate professional.
*****
Ryan walked down the broad wooden walkway that served as a dock at the elite harbor. He looked out at the water and at the rows and rows of sailboats all lined up neatly, some small and inviting while others were so massive that he wondered if they were actually property of some inventive cruise line or something. He didn’t know anything about boats, especially sailboats, the only boats he’d ever been on being the fancy yachts of some of his clients, and they never left the harbors.
He had actually been a little upset when the message service had called on Thursday with Colin’s cancellation. Upset further when he called back immediately and the call went directly to Colin’s voicemail. He’d hung up without leaving a message and decided not to call back, but a few hours later, after running the entire situation over in his mind, he decided he was being childish and dialed the numbers again, grinning slightly when the other man’s voice filled the receiver.
“Hello, this is Colin Mochrie,” he’d said. “Can I help you?”
“Hey, it’s Ryan.” Ryan had answered, suddenly aware that he’d been informal enough to just use his first name and assume Colin knew who he was. He’d never called a client and only used his first name, well, other than Greg.
“Ryan! Oh, thanks so much for calling me back. I’m sorry I had to cancel at the last minute but I had a bit of a customs issue that I absolutely had to take care of and it couldn’t wait.” Colin had rushed, either pausing for a breath or for Ryan to speak at the end.
“Hey, no problem. Do you want to make an appointment for next week?” Ryan had asked, subconsciously fishing for why he’d been requested to call back.
“Well, yeah, I do. But that’s not why I wanted to talk to you. Do you have any plans for Saturday afternoon?” he’d asked, almost shyly.
“The afternoon, no, the evening, yes.” He said.
“Well, I wanted to see if you’d like to go sailing with me for the afternoon. I haven’t taken my boat out in months and I think I need to get away. Have you ever been sailing?” Colin rushed again, the speed of his words betraying his nerves.
“Uh, no, yes, I mean. Yeah, I’ll go sailing with you, sounds like fun. But no, I’ve never been sailing before, so I fear I won’t be much help on the boat.” Ryan had admitted, suddenly feeling inexplicably inadequate.
“Great. Do you know where the Hibiscus Harbor is? Meet me there at 1 pm on Saturday afternoon. It’s going to be chilly, so make sure you dress for the wind.” Colin continued on, his voice almost giggling with excitement.
“Yeah, I know where it is. I’ll see you then. Goodbye Colin.” He’d finished, his heart a little lighter at the enthusiasm portrayed in Colin’s words. He’d hung up and gone to his closet, searching for proper sailing clothes.
He followed the wooden walk, glancing at the directions that the guard had given him and trying to figure out how more people didn’t accidentally take the wrong boat as many of them looked identical to him. He heard Colin calling before he saw the man, poised on the front rail of the boat, waving his arms frantically, a huge grin lighting up his features.
“Hi,” Colin said, his smile growing even more if that was possible. “Did you have any trouble finding it?”
“Nope, not at all.” Ryan said, his own face lighting up with a smile that reflected Colin’s.
“Well, come on board,” he said, gesturing towards the side of the boat where a small walkway indicated the entrance. “Can you take your shoes off? I’ve got a pair of boat shoes that should fit you.”
“Uh sure, but I somehow doubt that you’ll have shoes that will fit my two boats!” Ryan said, toeing off his tennis shoes and stepping onto the vessel. He was shocked as Colin turned back around, producing two huge boat shoes that actually DID look like they’d fit. He slipped into the fine leather shoes, shocked at how nicely they fit. “Wow, thanks.”
“Welcome to the ‘Margarita’,” Colin said, his arms thrown out to acknowledge the boat around them. “She’s a 35’ sloop and my pride and joy. Some people have children, I have a sailboat.”
“It’s nice,” Ryan said, looking straight up at the mast before getting dizzied by the height and the clouds and returning his gaze to Colin.
“Not it, SHE,” Colin corrected. “Boats are female. They are living beings. It’s hard to explain, it’s just something you feel.”
Ryan smiled as he watched Colin. He was in his element and it showed. Every pore in his body oozed with his enthusiasm and Ryan couldn’t help but be caught in the wave of his excitement as well. Colin showed Ryan over to a bench and instructed him to make himself comfortable while they pulled out of the harbor. He offered a drink and when Ryan asked for scotch, he’d said that no alcohol was allowed on the boat when they were on the water because everyone had to be in top form when sailing. He settled for a Pepsi and leaned back, content to watch Colin as he started the engine and eased the boat back out of the slip and into the channel that lead to the harbor exit.
As they headed out into the open water, the first thing Ryan noticed was the biting wind. It was actually a warmish day for the season and Ryan had chosen Dockers pants and a half-zip fleece over a fitted cotton t-shirt. He was actually almost too warm when they sat in the harbor but now he found his teeth chattering and his body shivering. He looked over at Colin who was dressed in similar pants, a thick wool sweater, and a red windbreaker that was probably water-proof as well. He looked completely natural and comfortable.
“Lemme guess, you’re cold?” Colin asked suddenly, breaking Ryan from his thoughts.
“Yeah, I thought I dressed enough, but I guess not.” Ryan admitted, the slight bite of inadequacy returning again.
“No worries, go down the hatch over there and in the cabinet on the right at the bottom of the ladder there are a few jackets like this. See if you can find one that fits you.” Colin replied, his attention returning to the water before him.
Ryan grabbed a navy blue jacket that fit nicely and climbed back up the ladder, instantly amazed at how much warmer he felt when the wind hit him. He settled back into his bench seat and watched as Colin stood at the wheel, turning just slightly back and forth, effectively keeping the boat centered between the red and green channel markers. As they eased out of the channel and into open water Colin momentarily left the wheel and walked a few steps back to a shiny silver crank which he wound rapidly as Ryan watched in amazement while a huge white sail unfurled into the wind. He secured the line on a cleat on the deck and locked the crank back into place before stepping forward of the wheel and repeating the same motions, bringing a second, larger sail into the game.
“The one in front is called the jib sail and the one behind is the mainsail. Without getting into the finer details, having both of them helps with both speed and stability of the boat.” Colin said, returning to the wheel and pointing the boat at about a 45 degree angle to the shore line. “The wheel is called the helm. Do you know the terms for the different sides of a boat?”
“Uh, no. Should I?” Ryan asked, a bit ashamed. He’d built this luxurious lifestyle for himself at yet there were still so many things that he knew nothing about and made him feel like the pauper that he used to be.
“Well, yeah, you should. It’s important to know what the main terms are in case there’s an emergency and I start yelling out commands. The front of the boat is the bow and the back is the stern. Sometimes you’ll hear me say aft which means in the direction of the stern. The right side of the boat, when you’re looking forward, is the starboard side and the left is the port side. If you ever go on a cruise they’ll still use those terms to indicate different decks for activities and scenery. The mast is the pole that the main sail is attached to and the boom is this pole.” Colin said, indicating the long metal pole that jutted out from the mast at a 90 degree angle. “Watch out for the boom, I’m used to sailing with people who know about boats, so I might forget to tell you if I’m changing direction and it will swing across the deck, so duck if you see it coming!”
“Wow, that’s a lot. How do you know all this stuff?” Ryan asked, genuinely impressed by Colin’s acuity at the sport.
“I grew up sailing. My dad always had a small sailboat of one type or another, nothing like this of course, but they taught me the basics. Out on the water is the only time I ever feel truly free. It’s my one escape from the real world.” Colin finished and looked Ryan right in the eye. Ryan was taken aback by his sincerity and, at a loss for words, he smiled back instead.
They glided across the water, an occasional spray of water coming up on deck and wetting Ryan’s face. He found that he loved the wind in his hair and he actually liked the refreshing cold of the water across his face. He enjoyed watching Colin maneuver the vessel and had gotten the feel for when to duck so that he wasn’t hit by the boom, even though the first few times he was almost smacked and flung overboard. He found that his mind was clear and he was entirely in the moment, an unusual thing for him.
“Hey, you wanna give this a try?” Colin asked, leaning back from the helm and holding his hand out for Ryan. He reached forward and grabbed his hand, steadying himself as he eased forward across the deck.
“I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t wanna mess up your boat!” Ryan said, a bit of fright nipping at his mind.
“Look around. There is nothing you could run into here. We are in open water. Don’t worry!” Colin said, reassuring without being condescending.
“What about tipping the boat over?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
“Capsizing. It’s called capsizing and I assure you that I won’t let that happen. I’ll help you, don’t worry.” Colin finished, pulling Ryan forward to the helm. “It’s just like driving, 10 o’clock and 2 o’clock hand positions. Just like that.”
Ryan felt the cool, smooth grain of the wood in his palms. It was both frightening and exciting to have so much power literally in the palm of his hand. He was harnessing the wind after all. For a moment he forgot that anything else existed in the world, that Colin was even there, but then he felt the other man’s warmth step up behind his back and felt the slight weight of Colin’s arms wrap around his sides and his hands overlie his own. His heart skipped a beat as the cool of the wind was cut by the warmth of Colin’s breath as he spoke into the shell of his ear.
“So, to come up in the wind we are going to use a maneuver called tacking. We will turn the boat 45 degrees to the wind, either right or left, your choice, and will travel for awhile and then will turn 45 degrees to the wind the other way and travel for awhile, thereby making a zigzag pattern.” Colin said, just above normal speaking voice to be heard in the wind. “To turn the boat starboard turn the helm towards the port and vice versa. Make sense?”
“Yeah. Got it.” Ryan said, turning the broad wheel in his hands to the right and holding his breath for just a moment before the boat responded and angled off to the left. It was exciting, but he had to fight not to be distracted by the warmth of Colin’s hands on his and his chest pressed against his back. He felt the boat pull below him, the wind powering them over the water’s surface.
“Alright, we should tack now.” Colin said, and Ryan was distantly aware that the boat had lost momentum. He turned to the left until the boat responded and Colin’s hands tightened on his, stopping him at the angle they had achieved. “Perfect.”
They continued for awhile, leaving the shoreline behind and traveling out into rougher waters. Ryan watch as the sun dipped lower in the sky and some instinctive part of him knew that the day was growing longer and he needed to get back. As if he could read Ryan’s thoughts, Colin, who was no longer poised behind him, stepped back into position and spoke into his ear.
“We’d better head back. We need to come about and fall off the wind. You need to turn the helm slowly and bring the boat around to face back to the shore. Follow my hands.” Colin said and Ryan shivered as the words ghosted over his ear. “Are you still cold?”
“Wha? No. Sorry.” Ryan said, grinning and shaking himself back in order. He followed Colin’s lead and the boat came about, facing back towards the distant shoreline. Colin pulled back and Ryan’s body visibly shrunk at the loss of contact. He glanced back to see Colin rearranging the sails to catch the wind and he saw the jib sail bellow out at a glorious angle, a tight snap sounding out as it reached its final taught position. The boat literally took off under Ryan’s feet, pulling them faster than they’d gone before, causing tears to stream down Ryan’s face as the wind stung his eyes.
As the details of the harbor came into focus Ryan’s heart sunk just a bit at the realization that the amazing afternoon was soon to end and he’d have to return to real life. He completely understood why Colin would view this as an escape. It really was. For the few hours they’d been on the water, he’d completely lived in the moment. He almost never did that.
“I’ll take it from here,” Colin said, taking the helm. Ryan stepped back but stayed near the other man, enjoying the act of simply watching Colin as he steered the boat back into the channel, again remaining perfectly centered between the channel markers. He navigated back to his slip and eased in, tossing the bumpers over the edge just before they were needed, bringing the boat to a stop with a gentle bump. He grabbed a line and leapt onto the dock, securing the bow of the boat to a shiny black cleat and then repeating the motion at the stern of the craft.
Ryan slipped below deck while Colin finished securing the boat and hung the jacket back in the closet and returned the boat shoes to their bin, paddling barefoot back up the ladder and grabbing his own shoes as he emerged. Only then did he chance to glance at his watch for a moment and he was shocked to discover the late hour. It was already 5 pm. He had another appointment at 7, which left him little time to return home, shower, change, and be at the man’s home. He entertained the thought of canceling for a brief thought before deciding that his afternoon had been so perfect with Colin that he didn’t want to do anything that could chance to ruin it, not that sex with him was likely to ruin anything!
He leapt onto the dock and dropped to his knee, slipping on one shoe then the other and tying them quickly. Still down on the ground, he looked up to see Colin standing over him. “Colin, I’m so sorry, but I have to run. Today was absolutely amazing. Thank you so much for teaching me to sail. I understand completely now.”
“My pleasure,” Colin said, but his voice sounded a bit deflated, possibly at the realization that not only did Ryan have to leave, but that he likely had to leave for another client. “How much do I owe you?”
Ryan straightened up, shock coursing through his body at the question. Did Colin think this was just an appointment? He’d assumed he’d been invited as a friend. Was his assumption wrong? “Colin, come on now. There’s no charge for this. I wanted to come and besides…..I should be paying you for the sailing lesson.”
Colin smiled shyly at him, “Well, if you’re sure? I really enjoyed your company and you are welcome on the Margarita any time!”
“I’m sure.” Ryan said before impulsively stepping forward and kissing Colin square on the lips, his breath catching at the heat he found there. He pulled back and, with a goofy grin spread across his face, said, “Thanks again!” and he turned and jogged down the floating dock to the adjoining on and then off onto the shore line and up to the parking lot.
“You’re welcome.” Colin called after him, his voice coming out soft and dreamy as his lips continued to tingle and his eyes slipped shut.
******
Ryan pulled out the two condoms that were nestled in the pocket of his pants. He looked over at the panting man, his huge erection bobbing with his breathing. Adam was so easy to please. Frankly, he was the perfect client. He didn’t want anything weird or special. He simply wanted to be pleasured. Every time was the same. Ryan showed up, they both undressed, he ran his hands over Adam’s body and allowed Adam to touch him as well. When they were both sufficiently excited, Ryan would slip a condom onto each waiting cock and he would mount the other man, their desires melting into a series of grunts and pants until Adam would explode over Ryan’s attentive hand. It was perfect because it required no thought, leaving Ryan free to think about other things, other people. Adam was nice looking though, and Ryan never really required a fantasy to get up, so to speak. He usually enjoyed the encounter and often was able to attain orgasm himself.
He slipped the thin latex down over Adam’s taught shaft and rolled his own on as the other man rolled over, positioning his ass up in the air, his legs spread just slightly apart. Ryan reached to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of warming lubricant that he’d opened earlier. He spread it liberally over his own cock and then rubbed the remainder around Adam’s hot entrance. He heard the other man moan as the pads of his fingers pushed at the hole, but he knew better than to allow them passage and instead positioned his tip at the space, using just a bit of pressure before sliding in.
His mind had been slipping to Colin all evening long. Memories of the slight weight of his chest against his back, thoughts of his breath in his ear. They had left Ryan hornier than usual and he desperately sought release as he pounded into Adam. His hand reached around and took the waiting shaft, slipping his thumb over the tip before yanking up and down in rhythm to his own thrusting. Adam grunted below him, never words, just sounds of encouragement that pushed Ryan on and on. He could feel a pleasant heat building in his own groin and feared that he’d come too early, an absolutely inexcusable mistake for him, but he’d been so charged since the afternoon on the boat that even washing himself in the shower had lead to an immediate erection. He bit down on Adam’s neck, and then his own lip and the other man thrust hard into his hand. Steadying himself, he ran his tongue along the hot, red spot he’d just created and Adam thrust again, this time calling out as Ryan felt his body tremor beneath him. He let out the breath he’d been holding and thrust again, his balls tightening as his shaft was surrounded to the base, he exploded, his body shaking with the effort.
He collapsed down onto of Adam, their breathing ragged and worn as their bodies heaved in unison. As he regained his senses, Ryan rolled off of Adam’s back and lay beside him, his eyes focused on the swirls of the ceiling, his minding fighting the tingle that still remained. As his thoughts cleared and his breathing evened, he stripped off his condom and tossed it into the basket beside the bed. He turned to speak to Adam, but discovered that the man had already fallen off into sleep. Ryan dressed quickly, pulled a sheet up over his john’s naked body, and paused to grab his check from its usual place beneath the golf tee on the dresser.
He drove home, his body satisfied but his mind running, his thoughts completely and totally centered on Colin. He wondered what Colin was doing, what he thought of what he himself had been doing, and, more than anything, why did he care. After a quick shower he dragged himself into his own bed and fell easily into sleep, his body and mind exhausted, his last thought centering around the image of Colin, his face the picture of bliss, right after he’d kissed him on the dock. Ryan slept with a small smile across his features.
Part: 24
Authors: makingamochrie and anesthesiagirl
Rating: Hard R
Summary: An afternoon of good, clean fun for the boys.
Disclaimer: Completely AU. Don't own, don't sue!
As always, comments and criticisms welcomed. And our apologies for the delay in posting.....darn holidays were busy!
Colin dialed the number he now knew by heart, his fingers dancing flawlessly over the keys as his eyes kept their focus on the roadway ahead. It was Thursday afternoon and he should have been settled back in his cush leather chair, his feet up on his desk, his mind drifting to thoughts of his impending encounter. But no, instead he was behind the wheel of his car, twisting and weaving through traffic, inching his way towards the shipyard. He’d been called out a hour previously, an urgent call for him to come out and sort out a customs dispute regarding new equipment that had just arrived from Japan. Normally that sort of thing went so smoothly that he never had to concern himself with it, but when it went badly, it tended to go very badly.
He listened as the operator of the answering service spoke, instructing him to leave a message and a phone number to contact him should it be necessary. He always half expected to hear a beep after the woman delivered the message, sometimes doubting that she was a real person at all, but she finished by saying, “You can begin your message now.”, shaking him from his reverie.
“This is Colin Mochrie. Please tell Mr. Stiles that I am unable to keep our appointment for this evening due to an unforeseen emergency. I would very much appreciate it if he could call me back either today or tomorrow.” Colin said as he slipped the sedan into the narrow space between two semi-trailers in the slow lane, his exit approaching on the right.
“Is that all, sir?” the woman asked.
“Yes, thank you. He has my cell number. Thanks.” Colin concluded and hung up the phone.
After everything that had happened in the last week the last thing Colin wanted to do was cancel his appointment with Ryan, but, after all, business was business and he didn’t get where he was now by letting his personal life overshadow his professional life. Besides, he kinda missed the smell of the fresh air and the water and he was actually looking forward to being outside for awhile. Plus, the moment he realized that he’d have to cancel, his mind began concocting the perfect was to make it up to him.
He couldn’t get the night in the bar out of him mind these days. He kept drifting back to thoughts of the time they’d spent together, so casual, so easy. Every time his mind wandered to that night he’d be filled with this overwhelming warmth, a feeling so powerful that his body actually ached to experience it again. There was nothing sexual about that feeling, it was as pure as snow, and although he didn’t even pretend to understand what it meant, he did know that he wanted to spend more time with Ryan, more non-sexual time, and see if it still felt so good.
He noted the beat-up metallic sign that signified the shipyard off to the right of the street and slowed his car, signaling a turn. As he pulled up to the guard’s shack he cleared his mind of all traces of his earlier ponderings, leaving Ryan behind and returning to the present, always the consummate professional.
*****
Ryan walked down the broad wooden walkway that served as a dock at the elite harbor. He looked out at the water and at the rows and rows of sailboats all lined up neatly, some small and inviting while others were so massive that he wondered if they were actually property of some inventive cruise line or something. He didn’t know anything about boats, especially sailboats, the only boats he’d ever been on being the fancy yachts of some of his clients, and they never left the harbors.
He had actually been a little upset when the message service had called on Thursday with Colin’s cancellation. Upset further when he called back immediately and the call went directly to Colin’s voicemail. He’d hung up without leaving a message and decided not to call back, but a few hours later, after running the entire situation over in his mind, he decided he was being childish and dialed the numbers again, grinning slightly when the other man’s voice filled the receiver.
“Hello, this is Colin Mochrie,” he’d said. “Can I help you?”
“Hey, it’s Ryan.” Ryan had answered, suddenly aware that he’d been informal enough to just use his first name and assume Colin knew who he was. He’d never called a client and only used his first name, well, other than Greg.
“Ryan! Oh, thanks so much for calling me back. I’m sorry I had to cancel at the last minute but I had a bit of a customs issue that I absolutely had to take care of and it couldn’t wait.” Colin had rushed, either pausing for a breath or for Ryan to speak at the end.
“Hey, no problem. Do you want to make an appointment for next week?” Ryan had asked, subconsciously fishing for why he’d been requested to call back.
“Well, yeah, I do. But that’s not why I wanted to talk to you. Do you have any plans for Saturday afternoon?” he’d asked, almost shyly.
“The afternoon, no, the evening, yes.” He said.
“Well, I wanted to see if you’d like to go sailing with me for the afternoon. I haven’t taken my boat out in months and I think I need to get away. Have you ever been sailing?” Colin rushed again, the speed of his words betraying his nerves.
“Uh, no, yes, I mean. Yeah, I’ll go sailing with you, sounds like fun. But no, I’ve never been sailing before, so I fear I won’t be much help on the boat.” Ryan had admitted, suddenly feeling inexplicably inadequate.
“Great. Do you know where the Hibiscus Harbor is? Meet me there at 1 pm on Saturday afternoon. It’s going to be chilly, so make sure you dress for the wind.” Colin continued on, his voice almost giggling with excitement.
“Yeah, I know where it is. I’ll see you then. Goodbye Colin.” He’d finished, his heart a little lighter at the enthusiasm portrayed in Colin’s words. He’d hung up and gone to his closet, searching for proper sailing clothes.
He followed the wooden walk, glancing at the directions that the guard had given him and trying to figure out how more people didn’t accidentally take the wrong boat as many of them looked identical to him. He heard Colin calling before he saw the man, poised on the front rail of the boat, waving his arms frantically, a huge grin lighting up his features.
“Hi,” Colin said, his smile growing even more if that was possible. “Did you have any trouble finding it?”
“Nope, not at all.” Ryan said, his own face lighting up with a smile that reflected Colin’s.
“Well, come on board,” he said, gesturing towards the side of the boat where a small walkway indicated the entrance. “Can you take your shoes off? I’ve got a pair of boat shoes that should fit you.”
“Uh sure, but I somehow doubt that you’ll have shoes that will fit my two boats!” Ryan said, toeing off his tennis shoes and stepping onto the vessel. He was shocked as Colin turned back around, producing two huge boat shoes that actually DID look like they’d fit. He slipped into the fine leather shoes, shocked at how nicely they fit. “Wow, thanks.”
“Welcome to the ‘Margarita’,” Colin said, his arms thrown out to acknowledge the boat around them. “She’s a 35’ sloop and my pride and joy. Some people have children, I have a sailboat.”
“It’s nice,” Ryan said, looking straight up at the mast before getting dizzied by the height and the clouds and returning his gaze to Colin.
“Not it, SHE,” Colin corrected. “Boats are female. They are living beings. It’s hard to explain, it’s just something you feel.”
Ryan smiled as he watched Colin. He was in his element and it showed. Every pore in his body oozed with his enthusiasm and Ryan couldn’t help but be caught in the wave of his excitement as well. Colin showed Ryan over to a bench and instructed him to make himself comfortable while they pulled out of the harbor. He offered a drink and when Ryan asked for scotch, he’d said that no alcohol was allowed on the boat when they were on the water because everyone had to be in top form when sailing. He settled for a Pepsi and leaned back, content to watch Colin as he started the engine and eased the boat back out of the slip and into the channel that lead to the harbor exit.
As they headed out into the open water, the first thing Ryan noticed was the biting wind. It was actually a warmish day for the season and Ryan had chosen Dockers pants and a half-zip fleece over a fitted cotton t-shirt. He was actually almost too warm when they sat in the harbor but now he found his teeth chattering and his body shivering. He looked over at Colin who was dressed in similar pants, a thick wool sweater, and a red windbreaker that was probably water-proof as well. He looked completely natural and comfortable.
“Lemme guess, you’re cold?” Colin asked suddenly, breaking Ryan from his thoughts.
“Yeah, I thought I dressed enough, but I guess not.” Ryan admitted, the slight bite of inadequacy returning again.
“No worries, go down the hatch over there and in the cabinet on the right at the bottom of the ladder there are a few jackets like this. See if you can find one that fits you.” Colin replied, his attention returning to the water before him.
Ryan grabbed a navy blue jacket that fit nicely and climbed back up the ladder, instantly amazed at how much warmer he felt when the wind hit him. He settled back into his bench seat and watched as Colin stood at the wheel, turning just slightly back and forth, effectively keeping the boat centered between the red and green channel markers. As they eased out of the channel and into open water Colin momentarily left the wheel and walked a few steps back to a shiny silver crank which he wound rapidly as Ryan watched in amazement while a huge white sail unfurled into the wind. He secured the line on a cleat on the deck and locked the crank back into place before stepping forward of the wheel and repeating the same motions, bringing a second, larger sail into the game.
“The one in front is called the jib sail and the one behind is the mainsail. Without getting into the finer details, having both of them helps with both speed and stability of the boat.” Colin said, returning to the wheel and pointing the boat at about a 45 degree angle to the shore line. “The wheel is called the helm. Do you know the terms for the different sides of a boat?”
“Uh, no. Should I?” Ryan asked, a bit ashamed. He’d built this luxurious lifestyle for himself at yet there were still so many things that he knew nothing about and made him feel like the pauper that he used to be.
“Well, yeah, you should. It’s important to know what the main terms are in case there’s an emergency and I start yelling out commands. The front of the boat is the bow and the back is the stern. Sometimes you’ll hear me say aft which means in the direction of the stern. The right side of the boat, when you’re looking forward, is the starboard side and the left is the port side. If you ever go on a cruise they’ll still use those terms to indicate different decks for activities and scenery. The mast is the pole that the main sail is attached to and the boom is this pole.” Colin said, indicating the long metal pole that jutted out from the mast at a 90 degree angle. “Watch out for the boom, I’m used to sailing with people who know about boats, so I might forget to tell you if I’m changing direction and it will swing across the deck, so duck if you see it coming!”
“Wow, that’s a lot. How do you know all this stuff?” Ryan asked, genuinely impressed by Colin’s acuity at the sport.
“I grew up sailing. My dad always had a small sailboat of one type or another, nothing like this of course, but they taught me the basics. Out on the water is the only time I ever feel truly free. It’s my one escape from the real world.” Colin finished and looked Ryan right in the eye. Ryan was taken aback by his sincerity and, at a loss for words, he smiled back instead.
They glided across the water, an occasional spray of water coming up on deck and wetting Ryan’s face. He found that he loved the wind in his hair and he actually liked the refreshing cold of the water across his face. He enjoyed watching Colin maneuver the vessel and had gotten the feel for when to duck so that he wasn’t hit by the boom, even though the first few times he was almost smacked and flung overboard. He found that his mind was clear and he was entirely in the moment, an unusual thing for him.
“Hey, you wanna give this a try?” Colin asked, leaning back from the helm and holding his hand out for Ryan. He reached forward and grabbed his hand, steadying himself as he eased forward across the deck.
“I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t wanna mess up your boat!” Ryan said, a bit of fright nipping at his mind.
“Look around. There is nothing you could run into here. We are in open water. Don’t worry!” Colin said, reassuring without being condescending.
“What about tipping the boat over?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
“Capsizing. It’s called capsizing and I assure you that I won’t let that happen. I’ll help you, don’t worry.” Colin finished, pulling Ryan forward to the helm. “It’s just like driving, 10 o’clock and 2 o’clock hand positions. Just like that.”
Ryan felt the cool, smooth grain of the wood in his palms. It was both frightening and exciting to have so much power literally in the palm of his hand. He was harnessing the wind after all. For a moment he forgot that anything else existed in the world, that Colin was even there, but then he felt the other man’s warmth step up behind his back and felt the slight weight of Colin’s arms wrap around his sides and his hands overlie his own. His heart skipped a beat as the cool of the wind was cut by the warmth of Colin’s breath as he spoke into the shell of his ear.
“So, to come up in the wind we are going to use a maneuver called tacking. We will turn the boat 45 degrees to the wind, either right or left, your choice, and will travel for awhile and then will turn 45 degrees to the wind the other way and travel for awhile, thereby making a zigzag pattern.” Colin said, just above normal speaking voice to be heard in the wind. “To turn the boat starboard turn the helm towards the port and vice versa. Make sense?”
“Yeah. Got it.” Ryan said, turning the broad wheel in his hands to the right and holding his breath for just a moment before the boat responded and angled off to the left. It was exciting, but he had to fight not to be distracted by the warmth of Colin’s hands on his and his chest pressed against his back. He felt the boat pull below him, the wind powering them over the water’s surface.
“Alright, we should tack now.” Colin said, and Ryan was distantly aware that the boat had lost momentum. He turned to the left until the boat responded and Colin’s hands tightened on his, stopping him at the angle they had achieved. “Perfect.”
They continued for awhile, leaving the shoreline behind and traveling out into rougher waters. Ryan watch as the sun dipped lower in the sky and some instinctive part of him knew that the day was growing longer and he needed to get back. As if he could read Ryan’s thoughts, Colin, who was no longer poised behind him, stepped back into position and spoke into his ear.
“We’d better head back. We need to come about and fall off the wind. You need to turn the helm slowly and bring the boat around to face back to the shore. Follow my hands.” Colin said and Ryan shivered as the words ghosted over his ear. “Are you still cold?”
“Wha? No. Sorry.” Ryan said, grinning and shaking himself back in order. He followed Colin’s lead and the boat came about, facing back towards the distant shoreline. Colin pulled back and Ryan’s body visibly shrunk at the loss of contact. He glanced back to see Colin rearranging the sails to catch the wind and he saw the jib sail bellow out at a glorious angle, a tight snap sounding out as it reached its final taught position. The boat literally took off under Ryan’s feet, pulling them faster than they’d gone before, causing tears to stream down Ryan’s face as the wind stung his eyes.
As the details of the harbor came into focus Ryan’s heart sunk just a bit at the realization that the amazing afternoon was soon to end and he’d have to return to real life. He completely understood why Colin would view this as an escape. It really was. For the few hours they’d been on the water, he’d completely lived in the moment. He almost never did that.
“I’ll take it from here,” Colin said, taking the helm. Ryan stepped back but stayed near the other man, enjoying the act of simply watching Colin as he steered the boat back into the channel, again remaining perfectly centered between the channel markers. He navigated back to his slip and eased in, tossing the bumpers over the edge just before they were needed, bringing the boat to a stop with a gentle bump. He grabbed a line and leapt onto the dock, securing the bow of the boat to a shiny black cleat and then repeating the motion at the stern of the craft.
Ryan slipped below deck while Colin finished securing the boat and hung the jacket back in the closet and returned the boat shoes to their bin, paddling barefoot back up the ladder and grabbing his own shoes as he emerged. Only then did he chance to glance at his watch for a moment and he was shocked to discover the late hour. It was already 5 pm. He had another appointment at 7, which left him little time to return home, shower, change, and be at the man’s home. He entertained the thought of canceling for a brief thought before deciding that his afternoon had been so perfect with Colin that he didn’t want to do anything that could chance to ruin it, not that sex with him was likely to ruin anything!
He leapt onto the dock and dropped to his knee, slipping on one shoe then the other and tying them quickly. Still down on the ground, he looked up to see Colin standing over him. “Colin, I’m so sorry, but I have to run. Today was absolutely amazing. Thank you so much for teaching me to sail. I understand completely now.”
“My pleasure,” Colin said, but his voice sounded a bit deflated, possibly at the realization that not only did Ryan have to leave, but that he likely had to leave for another client. “How much do I owe you?”
Ryan straightened up, shock coursing through his body at the question. Did Colin think this was just an appointment? He’d assumed he’d been invited as a friend. Was his assumption wrong? “Colin, come on now. There’s no charge for this. I wanted to come and besides…..I should be paying you for the sailing lesson.”
Colin smiled shyly at him, “Well, if you’re sure? I really enjoyed your company and you are welcome on the Margarita any time!”
“I’m sure.” Ryan said before impulsively stepping forward and kissing Colin square on the lips, his breath catching at the heat he found there. He pulled back and, with a goofy grin spread across his face, said, “Thanks again!” and he turned and jogged down the floating dock to the adjoining on and then off onto the shore line and up to the parking lot.
“You’re welcome.” Colin called after him, his voice coming out soft and dreamy as his lips continued to tingle and his eyes slipped shut.
******
Ryan pulled out the two condoms that were nestled in the pocket of his pants. He looked over at the panting man, his huge erection bobbing with his breathing. Adam was so easy to please. Frankly, he was the perfect client. He didn’t want anything weird or special. He simply wanted to be pleasured. Every time was the same. Ryan showed up, they both undressed, he ran his hands over Adam’s body and allowed Adam to touch him as well. When they were both sufficiently excited, Ryan would slip a condom onto each waiting cock and he would mount the other man, their desires melting into a series of grunts and pants until Adam would explode over Ryan’s attentive hand. It was perfect because it required no thought, leaving Ryan free to think about other things, other people. Adam was nice looking though, and Ryan never really required a fantasy to get up, so to speak. He usually enjoyed the encounter and often was able to attain orgasm himself.
He slipped the thin latex down over Adam’s taught shaft and rolled his own on as the other man rolled over, positioning his ass up in the air, his legs spread just slightly apart. Ryan reached to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of warming lubricant that he’d opened earlier. He spread it liberally over his own cock and then rubbed the remainder around Adam’s hot entrance. He heard the other man moan as the pads of his fingers pushed at the hole, but he knew better than to allow them passage and instead positioned his tip at the space, using just a bit of pressure before sliding in.
His mind had been slipping to Colin all evening long. Memories of the slight weight of his chest against his back, thoughts of his breath in his ear. They had left Ryan hornier than usual and he desperately sought release as he pounded into Adam. His hand reached around and took the waiting shaft, slipping his thumb over the tip before yanking up and down in rhythm to his own thrusting. Adam grunted below him, never words, just sounds of encouragement that pushed Ryan on and on. He could feel a pleasant heat building in his own groin and feared that he’d come too early, an absolutely inexcusable mistake for him, but he’d been so charged since the afternoon on the boat that even washing himself in the shower had lead to an immediate erection. He bit down on Adam’s neck, and then his own lip and the other man thrust hard into his hand. Steadying himself, he ran his tongue along the hot, red spot he’d just created and Adam thrust again, this time calling out as Ryan felt his body tremor beneath him. He let out the breath he’d been holding and thrust again, his balls tightening as his shaft was surrounded to the base, he exploded, his body shaking with the effort.
He collapsed down onto of Adam, their breathing ragged and worn as their bodies heaved in unison. As he regained his senses, Ryan rolled off of Adam’s back and lay beside him, his eyes focused on the swirls of the ceiling, his minding fighting the tingle that still remained. As his thoughts cleared and his breathing evened, he stripped off his condom and tossed it into the basket beside the bed. He turned to speak to Adam, but discovered that the man had already fallen off into sleep. Ryan dressed quickly, pulled a sheet up over his john’s naked body, and paused to grab his check from its usual place beneath the golf tee on the dresser.
He drove home, his body satisfied but his mind running, his thoughts completely and totally centered on Colin. He wondered what Colin was doing, what he thought of what he himself had been doing, and, more than anything, why did he care. After a quick shower he dragged himself into his own bed and fell easily into sleep, his body and mind exhausted, his last thought centering around the image of Colin, his face the picture of bliss, right after he’d kissed him on the dock. Ryan slept with a small smile across his features.