A Kiss is Still a Kiss!

chapter 6

They had a cold breakfast in mostly silence, and Bronk
shuddered every time the boy's skin touched his, knowing he
couldn't help it in the confined cabin. After the boy
cleaned the dishes, he asked him what he wanted to
do today.

(Sigh) "Well, I think it's time we got ready to set sail, kid!"

The boy looked a mixture of emotions and Bronk couldn't figure
which one was dominant.

"Worried?"

The boy frowned, "I don't know if I can make this work, sir,
um, Bronk!" He winced! "See that, I'm still calling you SIR!"

"I know, but that isn't the main reason your'e worried is it?"

"Well, it's only a matter of life and death!"

"Yeah of course, but..., okay, they taught us about getting
into character, going undercover, some tricks we could try!"

"Who is they?"

"Never ask who THEY is! Listen, I'm taking my coffee up on deck
to look around, maybe drop a line in for a fish, and you dress up
just easy, just panties or whatever to get into character and
let me try to remember a few things!"

He had to get some space between himself and that beautiful
boy so he busied himself on deck. He knew they had to get
going but fact is, nobody would believe he and Eric were lovers,
let alone him being a girl, not yet anyway. He had conflicted
emotions about it himself.

The boy came up on deck wearing just a pair of bikini
panties, feminine slippers with rubber soles and a cheap
dime store necklace, bracelet and a see-through short
sleeveless blouse with a padded bra.

"Wow, there was even a bra in that bag!"

"Yes, isn't that great? We don't have to buy one!
Want to see me walk?"

Bronk had to laugh as he twitched his butt and the boy
frowned and stopped.

"I thought you said I had to be feminine!"

"C'mere kid, they don't walk like that except on TV,
and no more lipstick, let me wipe that off!"

"You told me about makeup!" He stood still while
Bronk tilted his chin up, and he used a rag to wipe
his lips, their faces close now, and he grunted and
moved back.

"We don't need lipstick! The bra works though,
have to buy a better fitting blouse!" The boy stood there
waiting for instructions, and Bronk bit his thick lip.

"Okay, now, I remembered a couple things.
In the orient, with a beginner at anything,
I'm talking about karate now but its the same for anything
I found out while knocking around, well, okay, let me start
over...!"

"Sir?"

"Um, okay, remember when I played a bond salesman, I watched
a video of one, a real guy The one thing I got from it was
how he opened his briefcase, arranged the papers, put his
calculator and pen on the table, his little mannerisms.
He just didn't open his case and spread papers, he was
setting a stage for his presentation, and it was designed
for himself to get his pitch ready and to impress his client!"

"Um, I see, I think!"

"Now, we need to find something like that for you and me! It
doesn't have to be much; just so its believable. And what it has
to accomplish is make people believe that we are a couple!
That your'e a girl and your'e having an island fling with me!"

"Yes," he said, nodding, "I see what you want!"

"Well, I got some old movie tapes and a generator
we can hook up for a couple hours and then we have to
stop. We'll watch some and see what you think you can do.
I'll help you set up!"

Back in the cabin Terri moved back on the bunk with his legs
crossed as Bronk picked a few titles.

"What kind of movies do you have?"

"Mostly surveillance tapes that I tape over but anything that
has men and women socializing would work. Here's one of an
embassy party at a fancy hotel, you wouldn't know anyone in it;
but just look for some kind of thing you can make work, okay!"

"Yes," he smiled.

"And then like you and I practice it until it seems the most
natural thing in the world, and then when it is, we're heading
for Negril!"

"Okay, I got it!"

Two hours later, Bronk was doing some deck maintenance when
the boy switched off the generator and he came up on deck.

"Find anything?"

"Yes sir, a few things. I need your help though!"

"What do I do?"

"Just, well, you sit in the captain's chair as I pretend to
come into the room!"

He walked over to the chair, spun it around to face the rear,
and Eric walked out, tried to focus, and came in slowly, walked
around Bronk with his hand lightly on one shoulder, brushing
his other shoulder with his hip, and then smiled down and
sat on his lap!

Feeling bare skin and his butt on his basically panty clad
groin gave him a shock and elicited a grunt. The boy remained
there, smiling at him.

"Um, okay, that's not bad, kiddo. But kind of limited
isn't it! It only works as an entrance when I'm sitting
down!"

"I know, but I did it pretty good don't you think?"

"Ahem, yes, you did it fine, now, get up!" feeling
his cock start to swell! The boy rose up and stood close.

"But you didn't like it?"

"Um, it was good, but it has to be something you
can generally do, not dependent on my sitting down and
your'e entering a room!" To make his point, he stood up.

"People at those resorts are not usually sitting around, theyr'e
out dancing or horsing around on the beach and stuff!"

"Well, yes, there was one thing I did notice, how aggressive
some women were!"

"Yeah, your'e on the right track, especially at Negril!"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, lots of those tourist women make the first move
on black men. I mean sometimes theyr'e only there for a weekend
or so and they don't wait around; and sometimes they don't
even speak the language. I mean Iv'e been standing at a bar
with a drink in my hand and a woman would just come up and smile
and kiss me on the lips!"

The boy thought about that for a second.

"Well, that's pretty simple, actually! Can't I do that?"

"So yeah and, wait a minute! What did you say?"

"I said that I could do that just like those girls do!
Why can't I just do that?"

"Well, I mean...!"

"I mean its not limited; we can do it anywhere,
sitting, standing, on the beach!"

"Well yeah, but...! Eric, Terri, have you ever
kissed anyone?"

"A girl kissed me once! But Iv'e never kissed another,
well, chap! It's just a kiss! It's simple!"

"That's what I'm saying, see! It has to be believable,
there's all kinds of kisses!"

"It's something we have to practice then!"

"No, not that, you see, because that's an action you
have to initiate yourself, on your partner, me!
So you have to do it when your'e ready, and maybe I'm not
even ready for it, so I have to go with it!" He knew even as he
said it it didn't make sense and the boy was puzzled by
his reluctance.

"I see, so you were hoping for something like the
briefcase thing I could practice on myself!" He paused
looking down. "Well, sir, okay, can you think of anything else?"

Bronk frowned, shaking his head.

"But wait, sir, you said this gesture had to be tell people
we were lovers. It HAS to be something we do together then!
I mean I can't very well write you a love letter and let everyone
read it!"

Bronk sighed, "maybe we should just try...!" He paused,
"okay, look, go ahead, here I am looking out at the ocean,
a foot taller than you are, twice your size and your'e going to kiss
me?"

"Should I?"

"(Groan) I don't know anymore boy!" he sighed.

To his surprise the boy reached up with his hands and pulled
his massive head down as he stood on his toes and he felt his
soft lips on his. The boy held it for a fraction of a second
and broke apart. Then he looked up at his eyes seeking a
reaction and frowned.

"I'm sorry it wasn't very good, sir!"

Still reeling with shock, Bronk swallowed. "Well, I didn't
actually think...!"

"Let me try it again!" Without warning, their lips embraced.

Bronk was almost panting when he began to back away from the boy.

"All right now, listen Iv'e got some work to do now and...!"

"But wasn't that better, sir?"

"Um, yeah, okay, It was better, now let's get the deck cleared and
ready to sail!"

"But you said we had to practice until it was natural!"

"Yeah, yeah, right, but let's put some miles down and we have a
few nights to get to Negril by the safe route yet!"

"Good," the boy smiled, "I really think I can do it better!"
Bronk groaned, moving sideways so the boy didn't see his
expanding front.

chapter 7

It was hard to concentrate on anything after that! Bronk
would be adjusting the trim and look back at the boy on the
wheel, who would smile and wave. Around 7 pm they turned
into a cove he knew about on lower Caicos island, very difficult
for a big boat to get into and impossible to see from even a mile
out to sea.

"So Sir, um, captain!" the boy smiled as they ate a cold
canned-soup dinner with some fresh raw fish cut into strips
and some bottled tea, their bare knees touching under the
table, "how many miles did we make today?"

"Oooh, I'd say about 65 from point to point! Not bad
for this route at this time of year!"

The boy nodded, and took the dishes and cleaned up while Bronk
went up on deck, dived over to cool off, and then used the shower's
precious fresh water to rinse the salt off. The boy finished
up the galley cleanup and did the same thing, wondering but
not asking why he didn't wait so they could swim together!

After they were back in the cabin, Bronk and he seemed to be
brushing their nearly nude bodies against each other all the time.

"Um, tonight sir, before we practice, sir, do I need to wear
girl's clothes?"

"No, I don't think so, but we don't...!" The boy wore his
only clothing, pink bikini panties that outlined his bulge.

"See, I trimmed my bikini line, and then found out that
european women didn't even shave their legs or pits! What do
you think?"

Gruffly, Bronk said he didn't like hairy bodies!

Soon, the boy went into his arms, and like before, pulled his lips
down to his, and this time held the kiss longer. After a bit the
boy pulled back and smiled.

"Was that better, sir?"

"Yes, ummm ahem, but the problem is the cabin is too low!"

"Well, I was thinking of that, and normally we'd try it in a
sitting position but we don't have chairs for that!"

"So, let's just hit the sack then! I'm really tired boy!
I didn't sleep so good last night!"

"Good idea!" Bronk then realized the boy didn't set up cushions
near the galley, he was coming onto his own bed.

"Um, I hope you don't mind me sleeping with you, sir, but is
there another place we can practice?"

"Well, you know I was thinking that... well, um, you see...!"

"Good, I didn't want to say it earlier but I think the
reason I slept sound last night was because I could feel
your body against me. Sounds babyish but it's the first real
sleep Iv'e had in weeks!"

Bronk said nothing, and the boy bit his lip. "I'm sorry if
I embarassed you or got you excited, sir. I know it's not fair
for you!"

Bronk tried to hide a nod but just tilted his head with a sardonic
hint of a smile. "Kiddo," he said wearily as he took the JD bottle
from the cupboard, "I told you not to worry about me but you don't know the half of it. You need to cut me some slack here!"

"I know! I do want to talk!"

"Okay, we gotta talk. Soldiers like us, haw haw, that go into combat
usually spend months getting to know each other first; so we got
to make up for lost time here! Here," he said, holding up a coffee
cup and pouring a half shot of JD into it!

The boy took it in both hands, "whiskey? I think I had a beer
once is all!"

"Slug it down, and we'll take it easy on the next one!" Bronk laughed
at the expression on his face as he reacted to it.

"Oooh, that's, (cough), just (cough) awful! Sorry, sir!" Bronk sucked his down also and grinned.

"Awyeahhh, that is goood! Why I only keep one bottle on board.
Normally this bottle would last about three weeks, one shot a night.
Another reason we got to get to Jamaica!"

"What's good about it?"

"Just wait for it to take effect!"

"I feel, um, a warmth somehow!"

"Your face is getting flushed!" the boy sat across from him
holding his cup over his pantyclad groin. Their knees almost
touching, Bronk wearing his rewashed underwear only, the cabin
almost 80 degrees, as he took another shot, wincing as it
took effect. Bronk didn't know where to begin.

"Boy, well, um, I...!"

"Wait, please, sir, can I go first? It's my fault your'e
uncomfortable, I'm intruding into your life. I know you didn't
want to take this job; Frank told me you'd only take it because
you owed him a favor!"

"Well, I....!"

"No, it's true, I know you saved my life already and for
the first time I feel safe in a long time. More than that, I
don't feel all alone in like, well, forever!"

"Look, boy, you don't have to...!"

"I do, I'm not that nieve about some things. What you said
about not knowing anything about women's clothes and
youv'e never been married and what Frank said, and what you said
about me not being worried about you!"

Bronk looked down at his glass.

"I WAS worried when I first met you; it's true! I feel
different now, very different! In fact," he swallowed, he
held out his cup, "do you have any more of this stuff?"

Bronk grinned, "take it easy, your'e over a hundred pounds
lighter than I am and it takes effect by body weight!"

The boy took a good sip and leaned back, "(cough) maybe
I'm getting used to it!"

"Ha, I hope not!"

"Anyway (cough) gosh it's making me feel warm all over!
Um, I'm tired of wearing these tight panties, sir, can I
take them off?"

Bronk groaned, and said, "sure, go ahead!"

chapter 8

Soon, the boy peeled them off, and he looked at his full
balls and penis that inflated to full erection.

"I'm sorry, Mister Bronk, but maybe the drink and
all is, ...I'll get a towel if it makes you feel better!"

"It's okay, I should start talking now anyway...!"

"No.please... your'e taking all these chances for me
and I feel guilty about your'e not even sleeping in your
own boat with me around. Please, your'e wearing those
tight damp things just for me and I know you wouldn't do
it normally. I know you want to take them off, please!"

Groaning, he knew as soon as he looked at that package
on the boy and took a drink he'd have a full hardon.

"Maybe after you finish talking!"

"Okay, fine,...um, where was I? Oh yeah, right...Iv'e
never been with a girl either, not sure why, but well, last
night while I hugged you, I, ah, had feelings I never had
before. Gee that stuff's strong, got any more?"

"No, no, not yet, take it easy on it!"

"Okay, um, I, ah just wanted to be honest about my
feelings for you, sir! I know you'll want to tell me it's
typical gratitude for life saving and stress and all,
and maybe some of it is, but...!"

"Wait, okay, look, that's enough, let me talk now!
Your'e right, in fact your'e facing this better more than I,
the older adult! Awright, here goes. Looking at you makes me crazy!
Let alone sleeping with you! We got to find a better way. Iv'e been
with girls but nothing tremendous happened for me
anytime in my life. Iv'e spent my whole life around big, ugly men,
nothing remotely like you!"

"Gosh I never even thought of that!"

"Good, I've always been a loner, kiddo,
the way I am I guess. Not even a cat or a dog, drifting around
the islands. I always knew something was missing in my life
but it never bothered me enough to do anything about it, figuring
it just wasn't in the cards for me!"

"I see...!" the boy said, lowering his eyes.

"But," Bronk said, his throat tight, as he put his hands
on his soft forearms, "it doesn't mean I like it that way.
It's just that this, thing wer'e on, I always considered myself
a pro and pros don't get involved!"

The boy felt emboldened so he leaned closer his hands on
Bronk's massive black thighs. "But, aren't we involved now,
sir? Now we must pretend to the outside world that we
are more than nothing to each other! I want to, really!
So that's good isn't it, like a bonus? If wer'e really pros we
should use what we have, like you said, to get our act together!"

"Yeah," he sighed, reacting to his soft hands resting
lightly on his massive black thighs, "maybe we should stop
so we can sleep separate tonight!"

"Bit I don't want to do that! I thought you said we could
sleep together!"

"Look, boy, I can't get to sleep like this!"

"I know that. If wer'e going to pretend wer'e lovers
you should take those things off like I did! I mean I
did go first!" Bronk realized that emotionally, this young
boy was braver and better than he was.

"Heh," he took another sip, "if wer'e going to do that
your'e the one who should take them off!" The boy smiled
and reached forward and Bronk put his hands
on his wrists, gently. The boy looked up,

"You said so, you know you did!...Please...!"

Giving up all hope, Bronk sunk back into his cushion,
and the boy reached over, and the snaps on each hip
unsnapped, and the boy slipped the shorts off,
and sucked in his breath.

If Bronk could blush, he would have under the boy's amazed
gape at his inflated black testicles and rampant erection.

"Your'e so big!" he gasped.

"Youv'e got a good set too!"

"C-can I touch you?"

"Groan, sure, but careful, I'm kind of anxious!" He grunted
and pulled the boy's face closer. His lips searched the boy's
and when he felt the warm lips, he inserted his tongue,
making the boy groan, feeling his penis hard against his stomach.