bens-big-adventure-3

Subject: chapter three for Ben's Adventure Ben's Big Adventure Chapter 3, Fruits of my Labors I was a bit too anxious to get back to school. I had forgotten that I had a history paper due that I hadn't even started. Since I was pressed for time, I skipped a couple classes and went to the library to work on my paper. Since I had been day dreaming about Winston Churchill, I decided to focus my paper on him. We hadn't gone into his WWII exploits much in class, so I focused on what I could before that. Unfortunately, a high school library didn't have the best source material. Fortunately, I did find a couple books on the Boer War that I could use for reference. I quickly sat down and wrote down some ideas that I had. Since I didn't have much time, I decided to do a first-person narrative of Churchill's capture, sequestration and escape during the war. I sat down to write, and the next thing I knew it was time to get to history class. I have no idea of where the time went as I got lost in the "zone" but at least I had something to turn in and I wouldn't get a zero for the project. I went to class, turned in my report and sat down. I was happy that I had something to turn in, but I wish I had been able to put more of an effort into it. I was at least pleased that I had something and hoped I could recover from any bad grade from the project. I would like to say that I had renewed my interest in history, but of course the teacher was boring and I couldn't wait to get out of class. I went to practice and went home. Nothing exciting happened again for the rest of the week, except for a track meet. By the end of the week, we had gone through much of WWII and were closing out on the surrender of Japan. As usual, the teacher's lecture showed her total lack of passion and I found myself daydreaming again. I must have fallen asleep, because in my mind I was in a warm, humid place. I found myself walking down a "Front Street" in what I guessed was a coastal town in the tropics. I walked up to a large white house to ask directions, but nobody was there. I walked around to the back and saw a couple guys walking to a dock. I saw a nice ocean just past the dock, which only confirmed my guess that I was in a coastal town. Just as I was walking toward the men heading to the dock, a man in a navy uniform ran up to me and hurried me along to the pier. He told me that it was about time I arrived, and not to keep "The General" waiting! General?! Was my dream occurring during war-time? Where was I? The South Pacific? Figuring silence was the better part of discernment, I just let the marine hurry me along. I noticed the men disappear into a boat and figured that is where the marine was guiding me. I was right, and I was effectively tossed onto the boat and told to hurry and get everything ready for fishing. Now this should have thrown the entire fantasy into chaos, but I had grown up fishing, and knowing what needed to be done, set about my business. The equipment was a bit outdated, but I managed to get things rigged up. I called into the cabin to ask what we were fishing for and I was told everything-a great help! I rigged the lines for trolling and a couple for drift fishing and figured I could adapt as the day went on. An attractive man wearing glasses and dressed in linen pants, a linen shirt, panama hat and cotton shoes poked his head out and welcomed me aboard. He had a nice smile, handsome face and gave me the impression he was truly happy to see me. Figuring he was the charter captain, I figured I had passed a huge test. He returned to the lower cabin when I heard a command to prep for departure, so I untied the boat from the dock. We took off for the open waters which were a beautiful azure. It was a great day, and as soon as we slowed, I had the lines out and settled in to fish. I was proud that I was able to get the lines out so fast, especially on an unfamiliar boat. Just as my pride welled, a gruff old man appeared and wanted to know where the hell David was. Figuring this to actually be the captain-a very pissed off captain--I said I was filling in and would do my best. He chortled something about firing that bastard, shook his head and was about to rip me a new one when he realized that I had everything set up and working. He almost gave a smile and went back to the controls. I was relieved to have passed at least my first challenge. Pretty soon, the handsome man returned and asked me what we were fishing for, etc. etc. Having no idea where I was, who he was, etc. I just replied what I heard from the captain and said "everything." He laughed and said that was his favorite catch. We made small talk and watched the lines drag through the water. Just then, a white marlin hit one of the rigs, and the man jumped in excitement. Reflexes taking over, I moved the man into the fighting chair and set him up with the rod and began to clear away the other lines. Having cleared the lines so the fish wouldn't get tangled, I looked about and found a gaff. I placed the gaff in an empty rod holder and was just beginning to coach the man on how to wind in the fish when the gruff captain came back complaining about David again. He walked right up to us as I was settling the other man into his duties. Realizing that I had the back of the boat covered, he complained about the gaff being out too early and went back to the cabin. Challenge two met!! The "client" reeled in the fish and the captain ran back and gaffed it and pulled it into the boat. I would have released the fish, but I guess they don't do that here-where ever here is. We caught a few dolphins (mahi mahi) before the fishing died. We pulled lines for an hour or two before the "client" asked to do some scalloping. The captain wrinkled his nose at the idea but yelled at me to pull in the lines. We went to shallower water where the captain told me to climb onto the cabin roof and look for scallops. Here is where I was lost-what do scallops look like in the ocean? However, I wasn't about to ask. I just climbed up and looked. Low and behold, I actually spotted some! I didn't know this, but scallops actually school up and swim. I directed us to where I saw a school and climbed down to the deck. By this time, the client had stripped down to a bathing suit and was eager to jump in. This is when I had my first good look at the him. I marveled at how he actually looked more handsome the more he undressed. He was about 5' 8", and in really good shape. He didn't look like a gym rat, but his body didn't have much fat or atrophy that you usually see in older men. He had a sexy, hairy chest and looked like a nice, but on the younger-side grandfather. His legs were shapely as were his well-trimmed feet. Even though he was probably in his sixties, his enthusiastic smile and good looks made him look like man in his twenties or thirties. Since he had been polite, but troubled all day, I enjoyed seeing his delight. I could tell he enjoyed fishing for scallops as he was almost jumping for joy. As soon as the boat stopped, he grabbed a netted bag and dove in to gather some scallops. Calling back to the boat for some help, the captain told me to hurry and jump in. Here is where I was at a crossroad. I had on a pair of pants, a T-shirt and tennis shoes. I hadn't thought to bring a bathing suit in my dream. The captain screamed at me to strip and jump in or he would toss me in as I was. The captain was a large man, and the threat seemed genuine, so I stripped down to my underwear, grabbed a bag and jumped right in. I didn't want to be naked, so I did my best compromise. I swam over the client-I still didn't know which man was the "general"-and joined him in collecting the bivalves. We actually had a blast collecting scallops. We would swim until we caught up to a group of scallops, take a deep breath, dive in and scoop up as many as we could before surfacing for air. In between, we would whoop and encourage each other. Soon, we lost the school so we swam back to the boat. Once aboard, bursa escort we traded some comments about how much fun it was to gather the scallops. I took the opportunity to really study the client again. As I said, he was quite handsome, and his handsome face looked even more pleasant now that he allowed himself to relax and enjoy life. Of course, it wasn't just his enthusiasm for scallops that I took in. The client looked like he had a good package from the way his suit clung to his legs-I mean all three legs. Of course, as I was checking him out both men could see everything about my adult life! My tighty-whities were completely transparent and the captain remarked that I should take them off before I caught sand fleas. I ignored him while I put the scallops into the live well to keep fresh. I am sure both men enjoyed the erotic scene of my very transparent tighty-whities doing a poor job of covering my crotch and backside. The captain even made a few comments about my pink anus as I bent over to gather our catch. Being on an open boat, I had to endure the ogling and obvious perving of my almost completely nude body. I was told to get back up top and find another school. The roof was a bit hot on my bare feet, but my underwear was dripping so much, that the water cooled the roof and kept me from burning my toes off. The captain was right, wet, soggy underwear was very uncomfortable, and I was getting miserable and frustrated at not finding another school. Just as we were about to call it a day, I spotted another group of scallops. Having redeemed myself, I climbed down just as the client dove into the water. Not wanting to get my underwear wet again, I stripped naked, and joined the client. I figured I was among men and had been ordered to remove them before. Again, we had a great time collecting scallops and we finally caught enough for dinner. I noticed the client kept busy collecting dinner but did take a moment or two to check out the naked first mate when he could. The water was crystal clear, so there was nothing to hide. I can only imagine how erotic watching a naked teenager's cock floating about in the clear water. I do know how sensual the water felt as it washed across my naked body and especially my genitals. I had never gone skinny dipping so this was a new sensation for me. Fortunately, the client was quite handsome, so I didn't mind him checking me out. I even made a few prolonged sessions of treading water so the client could get a good view of my naked body through the clear water. After my experience with Winston, I could tell the man enjoyed the view. I could also see the client was relaxing and I wanted to help him elude whatever was troubling him. We collected enough scallops for dinner and swam back to the boat. Once aboard, I was told to secure everything. I was going for my clothes, but the captain yelled to see to the work before my comfort. Figuring a ride back home was preferable to a naked swim, I did as I was told. I didn't mind the client seeing me naked, but the captain was mean! Both men helped a bit, but mostly they just watched the naked shipmate go about his business. Soon, each of the men were having a bourbon and enjoying the show. I am sure I flashed a nice view of my backside, and even my pucker a time or two, while I bent over to stow the gear. The day was warm, so before too long, my balls were swinging between my legs and I am sure hanging down when I bent over to gather gear off the deck. I had a lot of experience clearing the deck of a fishing boat, but I had never done it totally naked, and with a perving audience. Every time I would stand to look around and get myself organized, I caught glimpses of the two men unabashedly staring at my naked body. The clients bathing suit still clung to his body and I could see he was enjoying the view. I think the captain was enjoying the fact that the client was enjoying himself even more than the control he had over the naked teenager on his boat. The captain started the engines and set a course for home. I finished cleaning up the back as the client came back to chat with me. The seas were getting rougher, and we were up on a plane, so I really didn't have a choice but to sit in the stern seat beside the client. I was still naked, but I figured both men had seen everything and there wasn't much I could do at the moment anyway. Besides, I kind of liked the client looking at me. The boat bounced a bit, but it was comfortable in the back. The only time we slowed down was when the client wanted to freshen his drink. After a couple drinks, he became a bit more animated. He put his hand on my left thigh as he told me how he needed today's escape. He inferred about some of the tough decisions he had to make and to have a day with no concerns was a luxury he would have given his left arm for. I am glad he didn't have to make that choice as his left hand held his bourbon while his right hand gently slapped then massaged and rubbed my leg. Of course, having a handsome, albeit older, man rub your leg while you are naked, had the expected effect. As embarrassed as I was about the situation, there was no way I could hide how the man's rubbing of my leg was being received by my body. My pleasure stick standing at attention was immediately noticed by the client who took great pleasure in grabbing hold of it. He cranked my penis about like a gear shift in a car before he gently masturbated me for a few moments. After he enjoyed my erection a few minutes, he got up and talked to the captain. The captain shook his head at whatever was said and slowed the boat. The client came back to me, took my hand and escorted me to the lower cabin. I noticed the captain giving me a sinister leer as I walked by. He also casually reached out and caressed my cock and balls for a second as I tried to get past him. I even felt his rough hand on my butt cheek as I passed him by. Thinking that the client asked for the opportunity for me to get dressed, I immediately looked for my pants. Before I could locate them, the client had entered the cabin and began to remove his bathing suit. Since he was genuinely good looking, I stopped the search for my clothes hoping to get a look at him in the nude before he got redressed. Once his shorts were down, he turned to me with a sexual lust all over his face. I hadn't expected that and I startled a bit, moved backward. As I leaned back, my legs caught on the bunk and I fell flat on my butt. The motion sent my legs up which served the purpose of showing the client my entire crotch-my cock, then as my cock flopped up to my belly, my balls, and as my legs raised further, my anus. This caused the sexual lust to intensify across his face. I watched as his eyes widened to take in as much of my private areas as he could. I am sure my falling back registered as an invitation to the client. He moved to me and placed a mature, hairy hand on my balls. This calmed me a bit, but basically, when someone has you by the balls, you stop moving! I lay there with my legs open while he gently massaged my balls before moving up to caress my still rock-hard penis. Having passed the point of no return, I lay there as the client sat beside me and ran his hands across my belly and inner thighs. While the lust hadn't moved from his face, his handsomeness had returned and I was more than willing to allow him his desires with me. As his hands moved up my torso and tweaked my nipples, he lay down beside me. His hands grabbed my shoulders and maneuvered my body such that my mouth was on his nipples. Taking my cue, I began to suckle them, and even nipped them gently with my teeth. He then directed my head down to his crotch where I was met with a substantial, uncut penis. Even his penis was handsome!! I have no idea how to quantify its length, but it was perfectly formed. His pink glans was just peeking out from his foreskin and the entire phallus could be used as model for a dildo in a sex shop. As my head was being directed further down, bursa escort bayan I skinned back his foreskin to get a close-up view of his shiny cock head. It looked so tasty, that I quickly opened my mouth and took it in. His penis had a silky, salty taste. His crotch had a musky smell from sweating all day, but it wasn't too strong after swimming for so long. Thinking I was getting the better part of this arrangement, I relished giving the man a blow job. Unlike the valet before, this was a cock I wanted to swallow. I went at his cock like I was a cheap, and hungry whore. My eagerness more than made up for my lack of experience and soon the client was shooting a load into the back of my throat. He shot with some velocity and I almost choked on his first bolus but collected myself to get the rest. I could barely keep up, and I am sure I lost some, but I swallowed as much as I could. What I didn't capture and swallow, I licked off his penis while he reveled in his after-orgasm glow. I can't describe the sensation, but there is something about licking up cum in a heavily salt-covered environment. It was like his semen was spiced just right. I continued to lick his deflating penis and then, for some unknown reason, began to massage his thighs. He just lay back and let me massage him. He rolled over onto his stomach and I rubbed the tight knots in his shoulders and back. I am not a masseur, but even I could tell he was really tense! When I got to his ass, I continued to rub, and even took a peak at his hairy asshole. I figured he had seen all of me, so I could see more of him. He was snoring by the time I made my way down to his feet so I let him rest. I did take the opportunity to give his handsome feet a close-up inspection before leaving him alone. I walked up to the captain and was chatting with him before I realized I still hadn't donned my clothes. I am not a nudist, and even my family hadn't seen me naked in many years so this was aberrant behavior for me. I felt even more naked being nude in front of the fully dressed captain, especially knowing that the captain knew I had just blown the client. He even told me to wipe my face! I guess I had missed some of the clients cum which made my entire body blush with embarrassment. It was one thing having the man suspect I had just been fucked, but to have proof on my face was too much. I felt naked an vulnerable and just wanted to cover myself. I was about to get dressed, but the captain ordered me to leave the client alone. By now the seas had calmed and we were heading home at a leisurely pace. The captain gave me a couple once-overs but wasn't horny, or gay I guess, and only casually took in my nudity. I could tell he enjoyed the view but couldn't decide if he wanted a turn with the naked first-mate. He did thank me for covering for his nephew and said I had done a good job. The successful day had calmed his demeanor, and I realized he was nervous about having a new guy with an important client. He told me I could work tomorrow as well. However, he did suggest I find a bathing suit, unless I wanted to burn some important parts off my body. With that comment, he gave my penis a quick tug which caused me to jump from the unexpected body contact. He had rough, calloused hands, which felt coarse against the soft skin of my penis. I gave a nervous laugh at his jest and tried to pull my cock out of his grip. When we approached the dock, I went down to get dressed and wake up the client. He had rolled over to his back giving me a really nice view of his naked form. He looked even more handsome when he was asleep. His soft penis lay over his thigh as his balls hung between his legs. I wish I had a camera, so I could document just how handsome this naked client was at that moment. I bent over and licked a bit of silky fluid that leaked out of this cock and gently woke him up. When I called to him, he begrudgingly leaned up and then gave my cock another caress as he thanked me for the day-all of it. While he had strong hands, they were much softer than the captains and I eagerly allowed him as much time fondling me as he wanted. We got dressed and were on the deck by the time we approached the pier. Two marines were waiting for us and I figured they were there for the general. I was too na?ve to pick up on the fact that a general was not a navy rank. Once we had secured the boat at the dock, I took care of the fish and washed down the boat. I was starving by the time I was finished and was relieved to see that a cook had prepared me a delicious dinner. I sat down at an outdoor table and had a great, seafood feast that would have tasted as good even if I wasn't famished. After I finished my meal, I relaxed as I watched the sun set over the ocean. I didn't see the General again that evening, but the captain walked over to me and told me to sleep on the boat so we could get an early start in the morning. Sleep, especially on a boat was just the salve I needed. I opened up the cabin, enjoyed the onshore breeze and fell fast asleep. I was awakened by the captain as he boarded the boat. I got right up and helped him get the boat ready for another day out at sea. Soon the General arrived with a friend and they climbed aboard. The other man looked important-like a real general-but acted in an obsequious manner to the first client. He was taller and had a husky, warrior's body. He wasn't unattractive, in fact he had a handsome face and a nice body from what I could see. The mood on the boat was much less jovial and relaxed than the day before and I kept to myself in the back while the two men talked in the lower cabin. The captain gave me a look like it would be a good idea to be invisible today. Fortunately, I genuinely enjoy being out on the water and focused on maintaining the back of the boat. We had a great day of fishing, catching a blue marlin and several sailfish. I hadn't had such a successful day in my life. I was very busy baiting and clearing the fishing lines that I barely noticed the other people on the boat. However, everyone was enjoying the day and by the time the second man had hauled in the blue marlin, the bourbons were flowing. As the General relaxed a bit, he looked at me with a smile and suggested another day of scalloping. I wasn't so sure about getting naked again, but the captain of course thought the idea was an ideal suggestion! Like the day before, once we were in the proper waters, I climbed on top of the cabin to look for signs of scallops. It took me a while, but I finally spotted a school. By the time I had climbed down, the two men had changed into swim trunks and were in the water and acting like teenagers, splashing about. I was told by the captain to jump in and actually collect some scallops, so I stripped down and jumped in. This time, I was naked as I didn't feel like wearing wet underwear for the rest of the day. Of course, the two-now tipsy-clients thought this grand and proceeded to grab my "scallop" more than any real bivalves. I was a little self-conscious but didn't want to make waves. We scalloped for the rest of the day, and the captain basically ordered me to remain naked so the men could relax. After a while, the General joined me in my nudity. The other man was a bit more inhibited, but he seemed to enjoy my nudity. As in the water, my "scallop" was grabbed quite often as we rode in search of more schools of actual bivalves. The two men were very tipsy by this time and rather useless in collecting any scallops. They did go into the water, but mostly they just chased after my scallop as I tried to catch dinner. After "I" had collected enough scallops, we head for shore. I sat on the stern bench for the ride home and was joined by the second man. I figured he was coming back to try to seduce me, but he only thanked me for the day. He said that "Tru" really needed some stress relief or he was going to blow an artery. Figuring "Tru" was a nickname for the General, I told him that I had a great time with them. escort bursa I also apologized for my dress code, but that I hadn't brought a bathing suit. The man chuckled and told me that my uniform made the day! He said that I was a very handsome young man and that everyone had enjoyed ogling and fondling my body. He gave my leg a couple slaps and a quick squeeze as he stood up to join the other two in a bourbon. I went downstairs to dress, and felt multiple hands grab my body as I cut between the men having their cocktails. When I made it to the lower cabin, I was quickly joined by the General who was just as naked as I. This time, he was surer of his actions as he directed me back to the bow bunk and lay on top of me. His hands roved over me and soon both our pleasure meters were fully engorged. He fondled my penis for a few minutes before moving forward so that I could fellate him again. Fearing that he would try to face fuck me, I moved him onto his back and set at my task. Like yesterday, his penis tasted delicious. The combination of his natural scent, combined with a briny taste from the sea was very appetizing. There was an aura about the man-troubled, but powerful-that made me want to pleasure him as much as I could. I licked up and down his shaft as I fondled his sizable balls. His entire body was hairy, but in a way that accentuated his good looks. I worked his balls until I could feel them pulling up to his body. I took the cue and fellated him in earnest before being rewarded with another bolus of fresh cream. I sucked and sucked and sucked until my lips and jaws hurt. He shot voluminous amounts of sperm into my mouth and I didn't want to disappoint him my losing any. His sperm, mixed with the salty taste that pervades everywhere on a boat, made me think I was eating raw oysters, which amused me. As I savored the taste of his semen, I slowly worked his foreskin back and forth over his glans with my tongue as his penis withered. I was elated that I had brought this handsome man some pleasure. Finally, I squeezed the last bit of semen out of his deflating cock and gave his glans a quick kiss as I removed it from my mouth. After I finished his blowjob, I just lay back and I continued to massage his balls and softening cock. I marveled in watching his foreskin recapture his glans which was shiny and red by this point. He really had a great looking package, and I wanted to enjoy playing with it as much as I could. He coughed and as our eyes met he looked at me and told me that I had saved his life. Puzzled, I looked into his, now almost-relaxed and sated, face. He then related some of the terrible decisions he had to make in the last week. It was only then that I realized that "Tru" was Harry Truman and he was lamenting the order to drop the first ever nuclear bombs on Japan! No wonder he was wound up so tight. Uncharacteristically for me, I sat there and listened to Harry (see rules about being naked and first names in chapter 1) tell how he struggled with his decision. He was terrified that he had made the wrong call and that the world, and history, would never forgive him! As he told me his story, I continued to caress his balls, which had descended from the heat again. I worked each testis around in my hand before working my way up his cock and then rubbing his belly. I took in the sight of my almost hairless hand rubbing Harry's very mature and fur-covered testes. That was truly a sight to behold!! Once Harry was relieved of not only his semen, but his trauma, he lost all energy and fell into a deep, deep sleep. As he snored, I walked up to the deck-again for some reason still in the nude. The two other men were well into the bourbon as I walked up. They looked at my naked form but any leering stopped when they saw the anguish on my face. Normally, I would feel even more naked and vulnerable having these men see my naked form and knowing I had just had sex with another man. However, I was somewhat numb from listening to the suffering I had just heard. The second man, just walked up to me and handed me a drink. He said that in the states I may be underage, but he was sure that the captain would testify that we were in international waters. I didn't talk but took a sip of the caustic liquid. I didn't care whether I was naked, whether the men knew that I had just blown the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!! Oh my Gosh!! I finished my drink and had a second. I just stared out onto the ocean and took in the anguish that Harry was carrying. The two men left me alone, but I am sure they took the opportunity to ogle my naked backside. Fortunately, a couple shots of bourbon can calm the nerves and I eventually went back to the cabin and dressed. After a while, we docked and like yesterday, I took care of the catch and the boat. When I was finished, I was so tired that I just lay in the cabin and fell asleep. I went to sleep thinking about the great sex I had with the "general," but couldn't keep the struggles he carried from breaking up my enjoyment. I was physically, emotionally and sexually exhausted and sleep couldn't come fast enough. I woke up to my friends laughing at me for falling sound asleep in class. The bell was ringing signaling the end of the period. Like before, I had a hard time waking up from such a surreal dream, but I managed, and even had a great practice. I must have really sweat because I was really salty when I finally hit the showers. I was also a bit red, so I figured I really put in my efforts. The next day, we got our graded papers back. I was hoping for anything over a D as I had barely had time to do any research or edit my writing. I got an A !!! The teacher even made an example of my paper for the class. I was also asked to stay after class, as the teacher wanted to talk with me. I was scared to death thinking the teacher would accuse me of plagiarism or submitting someone else's work, but that was not the case. She was legitimately impressed with my treatise on Churchills quest for fame and how he struggled to impress the legend of his grandfather. I also was complimented for his quote of wanting a "reputation of personal courage." She said I had obviously done some serious research and that my hard work shown in my paper. I had no idea of what the teacher was speaking about as I barely remembered even writing the paper. I quickly thanked her and exited the classroom. In my mind, I just wanted to get away before she changed my grade. I ran into my guidance counselor just outside the classroom who also congratulated me on my studiousness and that I was being noticed. Noticed?! What the hell does that mean? I quickly made my way to practice and hoped to get away from any thoughts of my paper. I must have really put an effort into my practice that day because I was red and salty by the time I made it to the showers. I could almost feel the salt crystals on my face and neck as I showered. I took a bit longer under the water to really get the salt off me. My skin was actually a bit pink and figured it was from being hot and the fact that I was also still glowing from the praise on my paper. I went home and showed my mom and dad my hard work. I felt a little guilty hiding the fact that I wrote it at the last minute, and while I was skipping PE class. I didn't feel guilty enough to come clean and neglected to inform my parents of that fact. My mom read my paper and was legitimately impressed. She made my dad read it, and he had the same opinion. By this time, I was wondering what I had written, myself. I took my paper back and went to my room to do my homework. Instead of homework, I decided to read my thesis. Wow, I know the references I used were legitimate, but the storyline was all made up! The only stories I had included in the thesis were the ones I heard in my dream. I even detailed on how claustrophobic Winston was during his stay in the lightless coal mine tunnel trying to elude the multiple posse's that were hunting him after his escape from Pretoria. I guess listening to someone ramble about their lives can come in handy. I had never been this eloquent in my life! In my mind, I had made up a story from a dream I had had. I had lucked out this time, but I hope nobody checked my sources!!