He got up unusually early. The sun had just risen and the ship was quiet. That's what it was, the quiet. There always seemed to be some drunk on deck puking or being rowdy and obnoxious. "I guess that's the price of having money." Terry said. Terry Carter owned the ship. It was a beautiful 72-foot yacht with a Jacuzzi, a bar and every other creature comfort you could think of. Lady of Aaramath was its name, but it didn't have a full sized pool. Other than that, it was everything anyone could want or need. Terry thought it was dumb having a huge ocean around and swimming in a pool. Terry had made his fortune by making the right business decisions early in life, and then selling it all at the right time. He took his business money and did the same in the stock market. He made a killing on the Bre X fiasco, and now was set for life. He had pulled all his money out of the risky investments and was simply living on easy street. He was worth about 98 Million or so. Terry had stopped keeping count.

"Easy street, bull shit!" Terry said. He often talked to himself when he was alone, and, sometimes, his so-called friends would catch him and make fun of him. Terry was tired of his mooch friends invading his space. He set a course to the nearest port. Now he had a plan to get rid of the riff raff, if only for a few days. He would stop at port, send them sight seeing and feign that he had to clean up the ship. He looked around. He wouldn't have to feign anything; the place was a total pigsty. This scheme was going to be a piece of cake to pull off. Terry turned the wheel and started the motor and got under way.

When he got to port his friends were anxious to get ashore. It wasn't hard to get them excited about being on land for a change. They had been at sea for 2 weeks and had only stopped at a few deserted islands for a couple of days. Terry gave them all money and sent them on their way. 'Mooches, Scum, Mooches Scum,' Terry thought to himself as he handed out money to each of them as they stepped on the gangplank. Once they had all left the ship, Terry got some of the local ship hands to help clean his ship and ordered some supplies. It took about six of them four hours to clean his ship. After fueling up and restocking his ship he left a message for his loser friends that he would be back in a week. Without money they would be screwed, but they should have some money of their own. Too bad for them. Fuck 'em. Terry was really pissed off and needed the holiday from his holiday.

Terry left port and was on his own. He insisted on knowing how to captain his own ship, even though he could easily afford hired help. He was 30 years old, exactly. No one could tell he was that old as he had the body of a 17 year old. Well at least that is what he would like to think. He still got asked for ID when he went to some countries where the drinking age was 18 but Terry wasn't sure if it was just to appeal to his vanity. Every time, Terry would laugh anyway. It was good to have your vanity strings pulled sometimes. Even so, Terry still looked really young. He was 6' tall and thin with a good muscular build. Terry insisted on keeping in shape and had a gym put on his ship. Now that he was out of port and was the only ship on his radar screen Terry decided it was time to live the way that he enjoyed living.

He took off his bright yellow bathing suit. It was time to experience a little freedom with no mooching bastard friends around. He got a boner just being naked on the bridge. Terry was heading to a deserted Island that he hadn't been to yet. It was neat going to Islands that saw very little of man. Terry's boner went down as he got closer to shore. Terry anchored his ship and after lazing around for the day Terry went to bed alone and naked.

The next morning an alarm went off. Terry got up and went to the bridge. Sure enough, there was a ship coming in on him. It was the slow and the size of it indicated another yacht, probably a sailboat. Terry went out on deck and got his binoculars out. He looked in the direction that the yacht was coming and it came around the corner of the island a little closer than he anticipated. There on the deck was a boy looking back at him with binoculars. Terry instantly realized he was naked. That's not really the right way to meet new people. Terry dashed back into the bridge and found his trunks and put them on. He went back out and there was a sailboat weighing anchor about 25 yards from his ship. Terry decided to be friendly and dropped his dingy in the water and go over for a visit.

"Permission to come aboard?" He called out.

"Sure! Come on up." An older woman called out. "You can tie up at the back." Terry tied up his dingy and went up. An older couple greeted him. They insisted that he come to the upper deck and have some rum and juice with them. It turns out that they were on holidays and hadn't seen other people for a couple of weeks. Anne and Steve Whitford had two sons that Terry hadn't met yet. 'A little too typical' thought Terry. They were below deck doing some chore or something. After sipping rum and delightfully chatting with the Whitfords, this beautiful boy walks out of the covered deck. He had a black bikini brief on and filled it passed anything Terry had seen before. That was the first thing that Terry noticed. The second thing was the stunning blond hair and the chiseled physique.

"This is our youngest." Anne said. "His name is Arthur, but we call him Arty. If only he would get a job and make something of himself. You should get better grades, Arty. This is your last year in high school you know and you have to make the most of it. You wouldn't be so far behind if you hadn't failed a year."

'He doesn't need to make something of himself,' thought Terry, 'He already is something else.' Terry had never seen anybody so beautiful in all of his years, bar none. No beauty queen or king or porn star had ever looked like the boy standing in front of him. Terry reached down under the table and adjusted himself, now that his boner was twisting all up in his shorts. Terry wasn't exactly sure what was said after that, he was too busy looking at Arty without trying to look like he was looking at Arty.

"Well then it's settled then," said Anne, interrupting Terry's fantasies, "You and your brother will spend the night with Terry here and Steve and I are going to celebrate tonight.

"What?" Terry was startled out of his daydream.

"It is okay right?" asked Anne. "Steve and I haven't had time alone for two weeks and it's our anniversary. The boys can stay at your yacht tonight?" She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Oh sure, no problem whatsoever. I would enjoy some company myself." Terry said.

"Go get your things Arty." Anne ordered. The boy just left when another one came up on the deck. He was a smaller shorter version of the first boy with less weight, less of a pouch hanging between his legs, darker hair and less muscle mass. This one had a white bikini brief on and Terry thought that he could see through it. He had the same effect on Terry's dick as Arty.

"This one is our Oldest. Bobby, meet Terry Carter and then go get your things, you are staying with him tonight." Terry shook the kid's hand and Bobby left.

"I just don't know what's wrong with kids these days," babbled Anne "They finish school and they just have no ambition whatsoever. It's such a shame." Anne babbled on for a few minutes more, while Terry concentrated on losing his boner. It actually wasn't too difficult, he just had to pay attention the yakking woman in front of him and it was gone.

The two boys came out together, each dressed the same as they were before, but this time each of them had a small duffel bag. They climbed into Terry's dingy and went off to the Lady of Aaramath. Terry made small talk as they went, and in a flash they boys were on his boat in the middle of the Caribbean with their parents pulling anchor and moving to the other side of the island to try and rekindle the romance. Terry didn't care about their romance, he just had to look at the prizes he had in front of him.

He offered them rum, which they gladly accepted. "I saw you naked." Bobby said. "Yes, that was me," Terry said, "I never saw you guys coming. Sorry about that."

"No, that's okay," Bobby replied, "We have been cooped up on that boat with our parents for two weeks. I'm sick to death of it. We like to skinny dip in our pool when Mom and Dad are gone, but on vacation they are always around. It's really bad."

"Are you sure you should be telling this guy all this?" asked Arty.

"It's okay, I was young once too. In fact good old fashioned nudity is all right." Terry replied. "I have been cooped up on this boat with a load of geeky freeloaders myself. Let's all go for a dip." It took no more urging than that. The boys were off like a shot to the back of the Lady of Aaramath. Before Terry could see much they had their trunks off and dived into the warm clear salty water. He did catch a glimpse of their tight asses and just a bit of a dick, but nothing much of anything. They were fast. They did have quite the tan lines though. It was almost as if they had a second bathing suit on underneath, but Terry knew that wasn't true. Terry peeled off his bathing suit and dived in after the boys. He had to be quick because his hard on was coming back with a vengeance. The warm salt water embraced his naked body. He felt free. He felt caressed. He felt horny. The boys splashed around him and swam all around him. This was great. Terry paused in the swimming frenzy and tread water for a few seconds catching his breath. Before he knew it a naked body appeared in front of him brushing his semi hard on in the process. Terry took a breath of excitement. It was Bobby.

"OOPS, sorry about that." Bobby said with a big grin on his face. He was so close to Terry that he could smell the faint hint of rum on Bobby's breath and Bobby blew little droplets of water into his face. Bobby reached down and grabbed Terry's Manhood again this time pausing and fondling for a brief second. "OOPS again." He said and swam away laughing. Terry laughed too, it was a forced laugh, but he was pretty excited. He had never had a homosexual experience before and it felt pretty damn good. Arty swam by and his ass floated to the top of the water. His back muscles rippled under the water and his tan line stuck out like stripes on a skunk. It was amazing.

Finally the three of them tired out and ended up at the back of the Lady of Aaramath. It felt good to just hang on to the swimming pad and pant. The two boys were first out of the water and lay face up on the pad. Terry was definitely amazed at what he saw. They both had no hair on their bodies except just a small patch above their dicks and a little bit on their balls. Bobby definitely had the smaller pecker, but they both looked like gods. Terry got up and lay face down on the pad trying to hide his hard on. And then Bobby got a hard on. He just laid there, face up with his dick sticking almost straight up in the air. He never tried to cover anything at all. Terry didn't feel so bad and rolled over onto his back. Arty looked over, first at Bobby and then at Terry.

"You boys look like your having a good time." He said.

"Sure," was all that Terry could think of to say.

"Don't be embarrassed," Bobby said. "This happens to us all the time. In fact we even beat off together sometimes." Arty frowned and paused before he angrily said. "You shouldn't have told him that."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't say nothing to nobody about nothing." Terry tried to reassure Arty.

"Well, Okay, but if Mom and Dad or anybody for that matter found out about that we would be in a big pile of shit."

"I won't say nothing about nothing." Terry repeated.

"Okay. I'm hungry" Arty said, obviously trying to change the subject. Terry looked back over at Bobby's dick and it had gone back down to the regular big, but not really big size. Terry got up and showered off all the salt water off of him and wiped some precum away from his dick while he was doing it. He left the boys to shower and on his way to galley, but his dick kept flapping uncomfortably so he grabbed his yellow trunks and put them on. That felt a little better. He got the boys some more rum and went back up to the covered deck. They were both sitting there still naked.

"We don't have to get dressed, too, do we?" Asked Bobby.

"No, heck no." Terry replied. "This is pretty fun actually, I just had to get some trunks on while I make lunch. I'm sure you don't want a dick sandwich." The boys chuckled.

"Well, that wouldn't be too bad." Bobby said, "but I guess it is a good idea to wear something while eating." Arty gave him a dirty look.

Terry went to the galley and made some great sandwiches and brought them up to the deck. The boys were sitting close to each other and Bobby had his arm around Arty.

Terry was getting hot again. His bulge showed in his shorts. It seemed dumb to try and hid his passion for these boys since they both seemed to crave it anyway. Especially Bobby. They both stared at Terry's crotch but Bobby watched it more than Arty. They ate and talked. It was really about nothing like where they lived and when they finished school and all that sort of stuff. They finally finished lunch and Bobby suggested they go down on an open deck and get some sun. Terry agreed. When they got to the front deck, it seemed unnecessary to have trunks on anymore, since the boys had both already seen him naked, they were naked, they were beautiful and they already knew that he had a hard on.

"Spread some suntan lotion on me, Terry," asked Arty. The best looking one was asking to get rubbed down. Terry couldn't pass this one up.

"Okay," was all that he could muster to reply as the lump in his throat prevented him from actually speaking. It was really more of a croak. He got the lotion out and started rubbing the teen god down while he was standing up. He started at the nape of Arty's neck. It was a soft neck that was hard at the same time. The smooth olive colored skin was supple. Terry did Arty's back and stopped.

"No. Don't stop. I want my whole body rubbed." Arty said much to Terry's surprise. Terry never replied. He just went down the back and rubbed all the muscles all the way down. He was sure to put extra lotion on the white ass where the bathing suit had made the awful tan line.

"Put lots in my crack too, I don't want to get burned." Arty requested. Terry was now at Arty's beck and call. He couldn't have said no even if he wanted too. The excitement rose into his throat and he could hardly breath. Gently he took some cream and poured it in Arty's crack. He started to massage it in at the top and worked his way down to his anus and paused with a few circular motions and continued on. Arty spread he legs more for Terry. Arty's balls were just on the other side of the hole, but Terry stopped again.

"Now do my front too, dummy." Arty commanded. Terry started at the face. Arty looked at him and smiled and looked directly into Terry's eyes. "You are doing excellent." Terry brushed his face with the lotion. It was the most perfect face that Terry had gazed into. The blond hair accented the sparkling blue eyes that held him in his gaze with the utmost intensity. "Now go lower and make sure you get plenty on my dick and balls. I can't have those burning now can I?" Terry once again was unable to reply. He massaged the defined peck muscles and continued down to the rippled stomach muscles down to the tan line. Arty's dick was big. It hung low and was soft to the touch. Like a delicate tube of salami, Terry put the lotion on. Terry tried not to handle it too much, but spent more time on it than he figured he would. He put some on the big balls hanging below the massive penis and continued down to the chiseled legs and quickly slapped some on Arty's feet. Terry looked up and saw that Bobby was watching him with a great amount of interest. " Now you have to do me too." Bobby said. Terry looked at Bobby's manhood and it stood straight out at attention.

"Only when you come to my dick, can you put lots on? I mean lots and lots," he asked. Terry couldn't refuse after the rubdown he had just given his brother. Terry took the bottle, and kneeled over the boy who was laying on an air mattress. Once again he started at the top with the succulent neck. The chiseled body was more compact that Arty's, but somehow Terry found himself rubbing the boy more intensely. He got down to the ugly tan line and started without hesitation rubbing Bobby's crack. Bobby responded with moans and lifted his buttocks up and spreading his legs slightly. "Do my legs front and back real quick." Bobby ordered. Terry complied and just as he finished Bobby rolled over with his Wang sticking straight up. Terry rubbed his face and front of his neck and continued down the body exactly the same as the first boy until he got to the goods. He squirted a bunch on the balls and was about to squirt some on Bobby's hard dick when Bobby stopped him.

"I heard that spit is a better sun block than any stuff in a bottle." He said. Terry's heart was pounding now, harder than when he did it with Betty Johnson behind the bleachers at his little league game. Ten years old was a little early for sex, but Terry wanted to give it a try and Betty was more than willing to put out. Betty stopped him before he could really finish, but Terry had no idea that there was more than what he did, so they stopped and Terry went and finished warming the bench for the game. Terry was the only one who never played but scored a home run. The same feeling grabbed him and he found himself with a big dick in his mouth. His hands felt the boy's body underneath him while his mouth got a rhythm. In and out and in and out and up and down and the hands felt all over the hard flesh.

"Mmmmmmm." was all Bobby could say. Terry's eyes were closed, completely immersed in the sensation of the act. It did feel tremendously good. Terry had never really experienced anything so wrong and yet so right in all of his life. It was as if by giving this teen god a blowjob, he was getting caressed and fondled and touched and held. Terry felt a big dick knocking at his anus' door. Terry realized that it didn't just SEEM like someone was fondling him, someone WAS fondling him! Arty's dick was now at the door of pleasure knocking to get in. Terry, without a single hesitation split his legs and let the big salami in. It was not really painful. Yes it was big, but it was fairly soft at the same time. Arty's movement started. In and out. It felt new. It felt different. It felt like nothing Terry had ever experienced before in his entire life. Terry kept concentrating on the dick in his mouth and with a few more rhythms Terry's mouth was filled with a tangy pungent and yet fascinating flavor. He kept his mouth moving while spitting out the fluid. He eventually stopped and looked up. Bobby was lying there with a completely satisfied look on his face.

"Thank you. That was unbelievable!" Bobby said. Bobby's words didn't quite sink in because Arty was still fucking Terry and was now making noise and riding him faster and faster. Grunts came at the same accelerated pace. Finally Arty climaxed and it was so loud, Terry was sure that the whole ocean would know. Arty fell down beside his brother panting and repeating, "Oh God Oh god Oh God." Terry didn't know what to do now. His boner was the biggest bluest damnedest thing that he had ever had and now these two boys were completely drained. He lay down between the two, even thought they were lying beside each other, he made them each squish over. He wanted to be able to touch the two at the same time because he knew that it was his luckiest day ever and this would never happen again. But at the same time he had a big problem. Before Terry could dwell on his problem more, Bobby got up. Terry thought that he was going to shower or get some water or something like that. But Bobby got up and straddled Terry's boner with his ass hole lining up for the score. Terry just looked up at Bobby. He was smiling. "What, you thought we would let you take care of that your self?" he said as he grabbed Terry's dick and lowered himself on to it. It wouldn't quite go, so Arty put some suntan lotion on it and made sure that it was rubbed on good enough. He also made sure that there was some on Bobby's ass too. This time the Eagle landed. Bobby rocked on his dick. Up and down. Ecstasy. Pure sheer ecstasy. It was as if Terry was in one complete orgasm. He had never had such a good fuck in all of his years of womanizing. Nothing had felt as it did at that very moment. Arty was caressing his body with his mouth and Bobby was bouncing on his dick. Arty started tonguing Terry's balls and that was pretty much it for Terry. He exploded as he never exploded before. He yelled out at the top of his lungs. Bobby rocked a few more times, just to make sure that his friend was pleasured to the max and got off. The three of them spent the rest of the day lying around drinking rum, telling stories, swimming in the ocean and playing. Was Terry a lucky man? You betcha!