A Kiss is Still a Kiss!

A luxury corporate yacht that
hadn't moved since the stock market crash was their first one, and
Eric looked as he nodded, and lightly tossed them onto
the back deck. Then they pulled out and away back into the channel.

"Would have been nice if we could have found a yacht
underway in another direction but beggars can't be choosers!"
The boy was still upset about the loss of his remaining belongings
but he was trying to make conversation. They used the engine and ran down the
edge of peninsula, where an old abandoned railroad was built on
concrete bridges that were mostly broken now. Eric stayed up
on the bow on watch, but Bronk didn't really need him there,
just to look out for any drifting junk. Finally, cruising at
low speed they went through a small opening in the railroad bridge
and into a quiet grotto, less than a hundred feet in diameter.

Turning off the engine, he set the anchor, and they went
below.

chapter 3

'Wow it's kind of small, especially for you!" he remarked
when they got into the main cabin.

"I have to duck a little; now wer'e anchored in a fishing spot
nobody but me knows, and wer'e going to wait till dawn to take off!"

"To where?"

"That's the real problem I'm working on!" He showed the boy how
to work the head, (bathroom) and the shower. His radar was on
and his radio was dialed to the Key West police band
as he looked at his watch. It was past 7 pm! As they had
a dinner of canned soup cooked on a propane stove, their
bare knees touching under the small table, their small talk
was overshadowed by the police band. When they got to 8
pm, he turned it to the local news station. Nothing was mentioned
out of the ordinary.

"Theyr'e pros!" he frowned.

"What makes you say that?" the boy asked.

"Because there was no commotion at the motel.
They didn't cowboy their way in there, kick in the
door, guns blazing! They politely knocked with a pizza they
bought, and when they got no answer, someone went around back
or maybe was already there and saw the grate on the ground!
I figure they knew the score before 6:30 and been working
real hard since to find us! We didn't get out of there
any too soon!" The boy shivered.

"In fact they might have been on us right after
we left. I bet if we called Dominos we'd find someone
calling himself you who cancelled the order soon after you made it!"

"But we can't call anyone now!" the boy was faintly accusatory over
losing his phone, his only line to safety except the huge, scary,
muscled-up nigger in front of him!

"Be real stupid to anyway!" he said.
"I can always buy a disposable cell, in fact I have a few just in case!"

"Oh brother, this is real bad then!"

"Not too bad, kid! We dumped the bag before the channel divided
going north and south, or from the Atlantic to the Gulf. They got
3 directions to choose from. I bet theyr'e right by that yacht
now calling in for assistance, and someone in the Miami PD will
be asking for help from all their cooperative agencies, even
island police. Question right now is, where do we go?"

"I heard it was easy to drop out in the carribbean!"

"If nobody really tries to find you! I know some real third world
fishing spots we could anchor in, but we'd never know what was
going on. We need a lan line for that, and a getaway right
afterwards!"

"Plus, I like to see it coming, kind of religious that way. See, if they
do find us on some tiny inlet it'll be too late to escape from whatever
boat they got! Nawww," he said, pulling out a map of the whole
caribbean, going over the possibilities, "we gotta break it down.
What do we got first?" He grinned, "a big, ugly black man and a cute, white boy ain't hard to spot!"

"Wer'e not going to split up?" he asked, worried.

"No, relax, I promised Frank, remember!" He mused, tracing
a big black square finger over the map. "There's some gay resorts
where a couple like us would fit in if we weren't so mismatched,
and my guess is theyr'e working those already if they are pros,
and they are!"

"Mmmmmahhhh," the boy yawned, the adrenaline wearing off, "How long
are we going to look?"

'We gotta pick a place by dawn! Wer'e too close to Key West.
Go ahead take a shower, take
a nap, eat some more while I work on it. Gotta take a shower
myself and some Alleve. Marines left me with a few pounds of
steel in my skeleton and that towboat rope fucked me up!"

The boy stood up, peeled his shirt off, and hesitated about
stripping in front of Bronk a little. "Um, all my stuff is
gone now, Mr. um, Bronk! Do you have anything when I get out
of the shower?"

He grinned, big white teeth in a black face, "you don't know
bachelors too good, boy. Everything I'm not wearing is in
a Key West laundry waiting for pickup!" Then he paused,
"Listen boy, I don't know what you heard but I don't want you to
worry about, well, you and me, okay? I know this is small
quarters for two people!"

The boy shook his head to deny he was worried but his face
showed relief, "I was not, but I was wondering if there is another
bed!"

"Yeah, but its full of junk. Just one bed, but we can deal
with it, or you can take some cushions out of the bench, whatever
you want, boy!"

He hesitated, "I don't want to seem too much of a pansy, Mr.
Bronk, but it just seems whenever I'm too far away from you I
start to tremble. Iv'e been trying to control it, but...!"

"Oh relax, kid, first time in combat, totally normal for
a soldier!" he joked. "Iv'e seen em cry, freeze, and some
just snap. Youv'e been doing real good!"

"But, I'm not a soldier!"

"Nobody's born a soldier, kid!" he lied. "But, to answer
your first question, wer'e going to have to wash our clothes
in the shower and then let them dry. Probably take over
night. And we don't have much fresh water either.
Tomorrow night we can get some new stuff, but wer'e
going to be pretty cheap, using cash only, and I don't have
a lot of cash!"

The boy was stripping then and Bronk sucked in his breath
at the sight of his perfect white buttocks, and tried to think
instead of the problem of the destination as he heard him
scrubbing himself in the shower.

"Sheeit," he murmured, thinking of his glistening naked body
in the shower, 'this boy likely to fuck my head up before its over!'

Finally, the boy came out, naked except for the thin towel
around his waist, Bronk kept his eyes on the chart, getting angry
now because he had a rock and no ideas where to go.

'Um, sir! This is your only towel? What will you use?"

Forced to look at the boy then, he frowned, "Didn't you say
you swiped a laundry bag?"

"Yes," he smiled, "great!" and he walked over to it and
peeked inside, and then shook his head. "Oh no! Sorry
Mr Bronk, I should have looked," and he dumped out a girl's
lacey panties and bras and nylons and a couple of silk
skirts and blouses.

"I'm sorry, Mister Bronk!"

Bronk smiled, nodding his head. "Figures! Toss it overboard,
we'll figure something out! Wan't your fault boy, no time to shop!"

The boy padded up the steps to the deck on bare feet,
and Bronk said "Wait!"

"What?"

"Yeah, don't throw it just yet, c'mere!" He took out his
big nautical chart and used a protractor to figure distance,
currents and tides. The boy sat there with his towel still
around his waist. Finally Bronk put down his ruler.

"I know where wer'e going now, kiddo! Long trip but you'll be
a good sailor by the end of it! Ever been to Jamaica?"

"No, never been anyplace in the caribbean!"

"Well, wer'e going to a resort in Negril, Jamaica. I don't
know why I didn't put it together but that bag you stole did it!"

"I am sorry, should have looked further but...!"

"No, that bag is what we need to NOT be noticed! Like I
said, they might look for gay resorts and a black and white couple,
but what if it was a resort catering to black men and white girls?
Get it? And there is! And I'v'e even been there on leave with
some marine buddies. A Club Mandingo!"

"Y-you don't mean... that I..." and he held up the bag, "and
this stuff...?"

"I even know the dockmaster over there, a retired marine, and
anyone coming and asking around would stand out and people would
warn me; and that's our concealment AND our exit strategy. It fits!
Question is, will that fit?" he laughed. Eric frowned, his mouth
open!

"You mean you want me to...!"

chapter 4

'Just try it for size, I mean I have to know what size
to get you when we get to Negril anyway and I don't know anything
about women's clothes! So let's see!"
The boy reluctantly dropped the towel and Bronk sucked in his
breath, as he opened the bag and took out a pair of violet
bikini panties.

"Gosh, Mr. Bronk, I feel kind of, well, strange; and these are
awfully small!"

"Just slip them on, kid, let me see!"

The waistband was too large actually, but the crotch was
naturally too small, his big testicles on each side of
the seam down the middle.

"Try some other stuff, no, well, okay try the cotton, it might
stretch better, yeah, that's not bad actually!"

"I look like a freak!" the boy blushed under Bronk's scrutiny.

"Listen, take this beachrobe and slip it on, and stand back!"
He paused, gaped a little and smiled as the boy blushed.

"Geez, kid, you could pass as a girl! A fucking babe even!"

"My life's ambition!" he replied drily. "I don't have boobs!"

'We can pad that somehow, but I mean even your hair's long, no
protruding adam's apple, even your overall size and voice, just a
little low is all!"

"Thanks!"

"Not feminine though, gonna have to practice!"

"Now look, kid, I know it sounds silly, but the one thing we got
to take seriously is our cover. That's the only thing keeping us
alive and we know there are some serious pros out there! This
is going to take some work, and I gotta know before we take off,
are you willing to do what we have to?"

"But, um, sir, I don't know what, exactly...!"

He put his big hand on the boy's forearm, feeling the electrical
contact and warmth. "Kid, I think this solution has been dropped
in our lap and it'd be stupid not to use it, cuz, ...well, mainly I
can't think of nothing else worth crap!"

"I know that, but...!"

"Try not to think of what particular thing you might have to
do when you work with a teammate, boy! Makes em nervous! All
your team wants to know is that you will do whatever it takes!
Got it?"

The boy sighed, "But I feel so stupid wearing this!"

Bronk laughed, returning to his charts, "Once I took a cover
as an insurance claims agent in an emergency, boy.
And I made a good one too. I didn't look like one but I made em
believe it! You already got the look so your'e a big step ahead!"

"Yes sir!" he said, resignedly.

"Now, in my other cabin I have a secure uplink that's untraceable
as long as we don't make any inquiries that I normally would make.
Now you log on, google around, and find out what you have to do to
pass as a girl, all the little tricks an stuff, get whatever advice
you can, makeup, all the stuff I don't know shit about!
Now remember, don't ever use our names, locations, anything, and never
send anything up or download anything. The computer's not even
registered to me and the IP address is hidden!"

Half an hour later, Bronk was finished taking his shower, and
the boy came back wearing his panties only, having taken off his
robe, and gaped for a second at his muscular, scarred, naked, ashblack
body before Bronk saw him and turned and tied the damp towel around his
six pack abdominals. If he was alone he'd just hang around the
cabin naked until his last set of underwear dried.
Even so the boy gaped at a huge bulge in the towel.

"Oh, wait, Mr. Bronk, you don't have to use that towel I think!"

"Haw, your turn to make me into a girl, boy!" he smiled
as he saw him root through the bag.

"I thought I saw a pair of something might fit you, at least it'd
be dry!"

At that he pulled out a pair of white sheer cotton panties!

"Hmmm," Bronk grinned, "what's this, the gal's perverted aunt's
panties?"

"I think they'll fit, sir!"

"Yup, theyr'e stretchy!" He felt stupid about turning around
in front of another male, even if he was in a dress, but he knew some
guys in the corps would tend to check out his package a little too long
and he got into the habit of pretending to turn around to put his leg
through an opening. Loose at the waist, they were bikini panties, but kind of
tight on the thighs, but at least his genitals were covered, but when
he turned the boy blushed as he looked.

"Oh, well..." the boy stammered. Bronk looked in the small mirror
and winced. The small white panties against his ash black skin
emphasized his huge cock even flaccid and his full balls!

"Well, at least theyr'e dry! I wouldn't suggest going out in them,
sir!" he smiled, unable to take his eyes off.

Unfortunately the sheerness
of the panties and the boy's closeness made his cock begin to stir,
so Bronk swallowed, growling a little and turned and sat down on
the only chair, part of a vinyl covered bench where one person
would eat. He had removed all the stuff another person would use
to conserve space. All he had was the bed, and he was wondering
as he looked at the boy's beautiful, smooth white body as he
also turned, getting hard himself in his own panties! What was going
to happen?

"Oh yeah, another thing, kid, and I'm doing it myself, we got to
practice talking to each other a little different, a whole lot
different. Easier and tougher working with a partner. No more
sir! Call me, hmmm, can't call me Bronk! Call me Buck! Buck! or
Captain! Work on our backstory!
Captain because you met me on vacation with some other coeds on a
fishing trip and we sort of paired off and decided to come to
Jamaica, Okay?"

He knew the boy was a fast learner. "That's our story?" he asked.

"Yeah, you have a kind of English accent so your'e from there;
not South Africa, definitely not there, and nobody around here could
tell the difference anyway.

"Captain, I like better, more, well, authoritative!"

"Captain Buck even, and your'e, well, not Erica, too obvious! What
do you suggest? I mean your'e the one gotta answer to it!"

"Terri! I had a cat named Terri, and my middle name is Terrence!"

"You know, use that when asked, but I'll just call you babe,
or chile or something! It's not bad because the women at the club
frequently don't use their real names! I mean we just hooked up
a couple days ago remember, for our story!"

"Oh, yeah, that's right, I have to pass in front of real women!"

'Just don't volunteer much info. And use the ladies room!"
The boy groaned at that but nodded.

"I was reading that online, plus a lot of other stuff. Do you
have a razor? I need to shave my pits and legs!"

"Yup, medicine chest. Anything else?"

"Um, well," he smiled, "I'm waiting for you to try on your
clothes, Captain Buck!"

"Haw, you asked for it, babe!"

He dropped the towel, standing a little sideways, but the boy
still gasped, his half flaccid cock and huge testicles, and
the panties did cover his sack, with a little stretching, but the
bikini cut prevented him from tucking his 9 and a half inch
python even when half hard. He had to admit he liked the boy's
jaw dropping as he gaped at his sack but also felt guilty.

"Well, gonna have to do something,...!"

"Um, wait," Eric said, moving his hands and adjusting the
waistband but for an instant touched the warm lump stretching
the sheer fabric. "Sorry!"

"Fuck," Bronk groaned, because that touch gave him the edge over
and his cock swelled upright more, and now popped out under
the waistband up to his belly button.

"Oh oh! Well, " the boy blushed, his cock hardening
also, "fortunately you don't have to wear a dress, sir!"

He laughed, embarassed. "Guess I'd make an even
uglier woman!"

"(yawn) Are we going to bed now, sir?"

chapter 5

Bronk cleared his throat, "yeah, now I'm going to make some rules
okay, kiddo? We need to sleep cuz we need to be sharp tomorrow
and tired soldiers make mistakes they shouldn't. If I'm out
and you hear anything, you wake me up, just tap me
and whisper!"

"Yes sir!"

"Don't get up and move around or go up on deck
without telling me. Even asleep I've been alone on this boat
so long I'd think wer'e being invaded!" Eric gasped
as Bronk took the 9 mill automatic and put it on a little pouch
by the head of the berth.

"I got it, I won't! I don't want you to shoot me!"

"Me neither, but it takes time for any team to click
and that's the danger time!"

"Sooo, um, are we going to share this bed then?"

"You can sleep anywhere you want, just letting you know
the score. I'm going to have a shot of JD and some alleve
and I'll zonk fast!"

"Okay," the boy smiled. Bronk nodded and took an almost
full bottle of Jack Daniels #7 from a cupboard, poured a healthy
shot, eased back on his cushions, and sipped it while
he went over the day and looked at a nautical map. The boy
moved around the cabin, had some more dried food from the
refrigerator and drank some more water. After he had
a little buzz, grateful that Eric didn't want to chat some
more, he laid on his side, with his huge left arm out,
looking at the route and tide tables, beginning to relax
finally. He reached down and took a sheet and pulled it
over his body to his hips and then slipped off those
ridiculous panties. That felt better, and he tossed
them over a bench. Eyes getting heavy, he switched
off the overhead light, wondering where Eric was, when
he felt the bed sag and the sheet lifted. He was
lying on his other side. Despite being drugged and half
drunk and dead tired, he felt his cock swell, but he
forced the thoughts from his head, focussed on tides
and currents and marinas and his trip, and drifted off
instantly.

"Mmmpf," he started, and wondered what that
was, feeling the warm body pressed against him in the
back, realized it was Eric, who was sleeping, heard his
breathing. Dazed, he went back to sleep and then began
to dream.

A slight rocking motion, he woke up, probably
the wake of a big ship putting a couple of waves into
the grotto. It was, he decided, as it died down,
and then realized his front was against Eric's back.
His cock pressed against his smooth buttock. Eric must
have removed his panties also. Oh boy, he groaned,
and rolled over onto his back, trying to focus on other
things, but the boy, still asleep, groaned and rolled
over also, still pressing against him, and one arm fell
across his chest. Their arms were uncomfortable, so he
moved his left arm out under Eric's head, and then
Eric rested his head on his bare shoulder and Bronk could
feel his breath against his face as he slept, him now
with a giant rampant erection and the feel of Eric's
genitals against his hip.

"Nope," he said, and his arm uncomfortable again, he
moved Eric's nude body off and moved a foot away, both arms out.
That was better, he thought, and eventually dozed off.
His legs apart, his huge arms outstretched as much as the
bunk allowed, he went back to sleep. After a bit he felt
Eric's body closer but it wasn't uncomfortable to his shoulder,
and then felt the pressure of his warm skin against his,
front to front. Their nude fronts with Eric's light body
resting partly on him, on top of his now hardness again,
feeling Eric's own genitals on top of his.

But it was the only position he could think of without
his cock pressed against the boy's smooth butt that didn't
hurt his shoulder, and he wasn't all that heavy, compared
to his huge size. After a bit Eric sighed, softly snoring,
and reached around and put one arm around Bronk's thick
neck, and buried his face into his corded neck!

"Good lord," Bronk moaned, "give me strength tonight,
all I ask!" After a bit he grew accustomed to the extra
warmth and weight, and almost went back to sleep. But then
Eric had a disturbing dream, moaning, twitching, murmuring
and Bronk put his huge hands on his back, as the boy sobbed
in his neck.

"It's all right boy, everything will be fine!"

The pats on his back and naked buttocks and his voice
calmed the boy down, and soon he was softly snoring again.

Now he had to keep his hands on the boy until he was
sound asleep, sighing. 'This is going to be one long hard
night!'

"Mmmpfff!" he heard Eric moan, and move off, still
asleep. Then he spooned against him once again.

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"Groan!" Man, he thought as he woke up, the boy almost spooned
against him, the sheet gone, and he realized he had woken
up maybe a dozen times last night and the boy appeared to
be unconscious. Maybe he should get up, but soon, drifted off!

"MMM, you awake, sir? I must have really been out! Are
you, oooh!" Eric had sat up in bed as Bronk stirred and was
looking down at his huge black erection.

"Um, ahh, uhmmm, yeah, you slept pretty good, boy!" as
turned to try to conceal it.

"Um, I hope you didn't mind me sharing the bed, sir!"

"No, no, I said you could sleep anywhere you wanted!"
he said, still tired. He had a fitful, restless sleep all
night long and now had a set of inflated balls and a hardened
steel cock.