Why Did He Die?

Chapter 5

“You remember I told you I was going to La Jolla to see my father,” Andrew began. “Well, that was Mr. Henley. He isn’t really my father — more of a godfather. He and his son rescued me from a tough situation. I lived with them my last two years in high school.”

“After I graduated from La Jolla High School I got into the University of California — Berkeley. I was surprised I got accepted as was my school counselor because the only kids accepted were the brainy Jews and the Asians. My freshman year I was assigned a roommate from Fresno. Wayne was a good guy. His dad was a farmer-rancher type. I had planned to visit them in Santa Barbara. Wayne joined his dad in the construction business after he finished at Berkeley. I didn’t go because you invited me to come to Chicago. Anyway, Wayne and I really hit it off and we had a great first semester. Wayne got it in his head that he wanted to go through fraternity rush in February. He convinced me to sign up even though I didn’t see the need since we had developed a fun group of friends.

“I met Lee the second night of rush at the Alpha Sigma Omega mixer. He took me aside and told me about the fraternity. He asked me if I knew anyone in the house. I said, ‘No’ He took me around to meet the guys. He took me to a room that was like a den and offered me a joint. I went to other rush parties on subsequent nights but never felt as welcome as I did at Alpha Sig’s. I was invited to pledge. I saw Lee occasionally that spring. I was surprised that Lee did not hang out with other oriental guys. His group was all white. They followed him. He never followed them. They were the sharpest dressers and looked more like models than students. He roomed with two other guys in the penthouse which was the top floor of our annex where sophomores lived. The annex was a three story brick California colonial about a block and a half from the main fraternity house.” Andrew’s body pushed closer to me as if he was cold. My dick is solidly lodged in his crack. He didn’t seem to notice. I softly placed my hand around his chest encouraging him to continue.

Looking up into my face he started: “Wayne did not pledge so we really didn’t see much of each until spring vacation. He and his dad invited me to sail down to Baja with his little brother. I was looking forward to relaxing days in the sun. The second morning of our sail we were anchored in the bay off Ensenada, Mexico. Wayne’s dad came up from below deck of his sixty-five foot ketch stark naked. I thought he was going to dive in for a swim. He didn’t say anything except ‘Good morning.’ He invited me to swim and I dropped my shorts on the deck. Shortly Wayne and his brother Walker were in the water with us. From then on one or the other of us was smoothing sun block on backs, butts, balls, and everywhere to keep from getting burned.

“When we approached a boat we either sat down or just looked the other way. For the first time in my life I was totally tanned from head to toe. I really got to know Wayne and Walker but most important I got to know Mr. Webb. He seemed really interested in me as a person. He asked me about my future career plans and summer job prospects; asked my opinion on political things as well as Wall Street. We smoked plenty of weed and drank until I thought my kidneys would give out. We had a good time.”

Without explanation Andrew got up and walked to the grassy side of the pool and took a leak. I could hear the splashing on the rocks. Upon his return without a word he leaned over and kissed my lips. I smiled and motioned for him to sit. “OK, is that all?”

He sat on the side of the lounger. I was happy looking into his pleasant face. He continued, “On the one of the last nights on the Esperaza, that was the name of the boat, we anchored off shore next to Mr. Webb’s friends the Marcos. We did put on shorts on for the official introductions. We met Samantha, Jamie, Christina, Kay and Mr. and Mrs. Marcos and a little sister whose name I don’t remember. What I do remember is her brown little body. She popped up naked on deck as soon as the boats were secured. Samantha told her to get dressed. She frowned. Mr. Webb said, ‘It is not necessary on our account.’ Walker, Wayne’s brother, who had a gymnast's build, said under his breath ‘I’m totally comfortable being naked.’ He stood up and stripped off his shorts which were only boxers and dove off the side into the water.”

After numerous rum drinks I was sleepy. I said, “What if someone had a hard-on?”

Andrew laughed, “We didn’t have to wait too long. Walker was standing on deck watching the girls float around on rafts. His excitement was showing. He did nothing except watch. I would have died of humiliation but he acted unselfconscious and unconcerned. His dick eventually went down but rose on many occasions.” Andrew’s mood lightened as he unconsciously rubbed my thigh. His hand casually slips between my legs touching my sack. I sat quietly and enjoyed the attention. Pure joy was evident in Andrew’s voice as he told me about the sail north that took place over the next two days. We huddled closer as a warm breeze blew across the pool.

“Two of the girls left early to return to school. Jamie, who seemed interested in me, stayed on as did Samantha. While Mr. Webb and Mr. Marcos took the girls to the Ensenada airport to fly to Los Angeles we talked candidly about inhibitions, anxieties, sex and pornography. Walker was naked the minute his feet hit the deck. When the men returned it was decided that we would stay anchored until the next morning. That evening the men were in the stern drinking and talking. Mrs. Marcos and the brown baby had gone below. We gathered on the fore deck of Webb’s yacht. It was a hot and muggy so Wayne and I followed Walker’s lead. With the girls at any other time I would have been nervous, but not this time.”

“Does this story relate to Lee? Maybe we can pick it up tomorrow?” I could feel Andrew tense up at the mention of Lee’s name.

“Let me finish. I love telling this story. It was the best vacation I ever spent. Yes, it does lead to Lee soon. I suspected I was gay before but after this trip I was sure. Being gay can be good. Lee is not good.”

“OK, I am ready to listen.”

“The conversation on the front of the boat started with Walker asking the girls, ‘What do you think makes a guy attractive to you?’ Jamie spoke first, ‘His eyes.’ Samantha said, ‘No it’s his personality.’ Wayne jumped in, ‘Sam, get serious, you can’t know his personality by looking at him.’ ‘I am serious,’ she said defensively. ‘I want to know him first before I’ll make any decisions about him.’”

Andrew took a swig of water then continued, “Samantha motioned for Walker to get up. She turned him around facing away from the group. The full extent of his brown body gleamed in the evening light. She got up to her knees and put her hand right above his butt. ‘When I see a guy’s back exposed, especially when his briefs are showing above his pants I want to grab him.’ She tickled Walker’s back. She grabbed his hips and spun him around displaying his solid boner. Sarcastically she said, ‘Why don’t you answer the questions now?’

“Walker shot back, ‘I get turned on by a girl’s big teats. Let me see yours.’ With the slightest smile she got up and stood barely a penis length away from him and wriggled out of her tank top like a snake slithering out of her skin. She sensually slipped off her tight blue shorts. Wayne and I were as hard as Walker. She took Walker’s hands and placed one on each teat. She stepped closer as his penis touched her stomach. He groaned. He said, ‘OK, OK I give, I give.’ She dropped her hand and gently squeezed his cock and played with it. He was beginning to writhe. Her tone got nasty, ‘Do you want it inside or outside.’ Before Walker could speak Sam said, ‘We will complete this show with an audience or not at all.’ He whimpered as she pulled him close to her and gave him a French kiss that anesthetized him. The two of them slowly sank to the deck. He sank his substantial penis deep into her. Their copulation began. I watched Wayne as he stroked himself. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. My dick wanted to be someplace other than the Jamie or Samantha’s vagina. I was watching Wayne’s butt tighten and soften with every thrust Walker made. I didn’t move.

“Minutes passed. I remember being in awe of Walker’s ability to keep fucking without exploding. He finally did let go with a moan we thought would surely bring the fathers up to see what was happening. The moment was broken. Walker said, ‘I’m sorry about the noise; I think I was out of control.’ We all laughed. That did not relieve the pressure I felt.”

My dick was bent against Andrew’s back so I pushed him forward to readjust. He stretched his arms over his head. The night breeze was a warm blanket over the two of us as we lay wrapped in each other’s embrace. I kissed Andrew passionately and he returned my gesture with his warm, moist lips.

Finally, Andrew said, “John, believe me the story isn’t much longer. It makes me happy and I laugh at it.”

I put my arms around Andrew and didn’t speak. He continued, “After the sex scene Walker laid his head in Sam’s lap and fell asleep. The rest of us talked until someone said, ‘We have to be up a sunrise to make it back to La Jolla.’ Wayne and I had missed our chance. Sam gently laid Walker’s head on the deck and with a soft kiss touched his lips. He didn’t stir as we covered him with a beach towel and left him there to dream away the night. We awoke ready to say ‘Good byes’ only to find that the plans had changed. Jamie had persuaded her father to let Samantha and her continue to sail to with us. We sailed Webb’s boat and Mr. Webb moved onto the Marcos boat. Sam and Walker slipped below deck about every three hours. Annoyed Wayne remarked, ‘Did you realize that anyone could screw that much?’

“I remember saying out loud, ‘I’d like to try.’ Jamie walked up at the moment and put her arm around my naked waist. ‘I’m going forward want to join me?’ I did and I didn’t because I had only been with a girl once. Wayne took the wheel with a wink. Jamie and I lay out two mats. The easterly wind kept the sails full on the port side as we sliced north through the two foot swells. The sun shone full spring strength on my back with Jamie underneath.

“We spoke little and it didn’t take much for me to be ready. The afternoon was perfect. The breeze blew over us. The sex with her sent me into nirvana. I wasn’t a virgin with male-to-male sex but I was a virgin when it came to making love with a woman in public as the gulls that flew overhead. My climax came and I realized I was thinking about Wayne not Jamie. We stayed intertwined and finally made our way back to the stern to be with Wayne. I said to Jamie, ‘Do you think Wayne will get his chance?’ She looked at me and said, ‘It’s me or not at all.’ Laughing I said, ‘I thought I was special.”

“You are cute; but Wayne is without. It will be tricky. You look like a bright young man! Do you think he’s been oblivious to us on the fore deck? Do you think he will horn in on his roommate? Here’s what I have in mind. Go get the minks out of bed and tell them to take their turn at the wheel. We’re going to be turning into anchorage in about forty-five minutes.’ We could see the other boat was on a north tack, and the sun was sinking on our left. I opened the forward cabin door trying to avoid looking at Sam astride Walker’s cock. I said, ‘We need you to take the wheel for a while. We’re getting your brother some relief before we have to anchor for the night.’”

“They disengaged as if they had been playing cards. I still don’t understand how someone can be as casual about sex as Sam and Walker were. Walker flopped up on deck with his penis bright red. Wayne laughed, ‘I think you wore it out.’ Walker held his tongue and Sam said, ‘Can I get anyone a drink?’

“Beer,” came from Walker and Wayne at the same moment.

“Wayne, let Walker take the wheel and bring your beer up front with Jamie and me.” He said nothing and seemed happy to be joining us. He leaned against the foremast and we pushed the mats on the foredeck. Jamie grabbed his hand and pulled him down to her on the mat. He snapped, ‘I’m not a charity case’.

“Get your butt over here. He lay on his left side and I caressed Jamie’s breast through her tee shirt. She took hold of Wayne’s quickly stiffening manhood. “You guys have been plotting. How can I come to the party at this late date? How…?” She put her mouth over his. She motioned me away. I slowly slipped back.

Wayne’s head shot up. “I’m not screwing without my roommate being here.” I stayed and was truly happy he invited me because I could watch his pleasure. Jamie motioned me over and I spooned behind Wayne. That was the first and only time I held Wayne close to me. It was wonderful. The experience ended when I detected a change in the wind direction and the noise of the winches cranking. We were headed in.”

“Nothing else happened because the weather had become overcast and rainy as we sailed into the La Jolla harbor about 2:30 pm. The boats were secured; sails stowed; galleys cleaned and we were off of the boats by 5:00 pm. We said our goodbyes; gave a few butterfly kisses and were on our way to the airport. I never saw the girls again after that day and, as I told you, I saw little of Wayne from then on.”

Andrew was quiet and looked off into space. I hoped that he was finished and about to call it a night. He got up, tossed his towel over his shoulder and slowly walked toward the house. He extended his hand to me which I took. He didn’t let go. As we walked into the darkened main house we ran into Suzanne. Andrew and I slipped into the same bed totally exposed. He snuggled close and I felt his penis stiffen against my stomach. I was tired but not that tired. He held me close and I nibbled on his left ear lobe. I moved myself down to take his right nipple into my mouth. He quietly moaned but seemed to be dreaming. I continued to lick and nibble down to his dick. As I ran my tongue around his dick head he pulled me up to kiss me. I felt the tears on his cheeks. I brushed them off but didn’t speak.

Without words we reversed positions. He lifted my legs and I knew where he was going. There was lube on the bedside table which he used generously as he massaged my butt hole. I felt him deep inside me but I didn’t get the feeling Andrew was really there. He seemed far away. We stayed together for a long time. I couldn’t figure why he told me the story of his spring break trip when he started out telling me how he knew Lee. I figured I would hear some other time.

The moist Caribbean breeze cooled our bodies as we lay intertwined. Andrew was snoring softly as he pressed against my back. I liked Andrew and I cared about him. He made love to me and it really felt like love. He touched me physically in places I did not know existed. I let him enter me without a condom and I really didn’t care. But Andrew seemed to go through the motions of love but seemed happiest just being with me.

We didn’t stir until late. I woke and we were still wrapped together. Subconsciously I heard scratching and realized that the gardeners were raking outside our window which was open like a fish bowl. They were mounding the leaves into little pillows. The hibiscus blossoms shimmered with color as the sunlight flickered through the leaves. I slowly extricated myself, wrapped a towel around me and started toward the bathroom. Larry was coming out. “When you are finished join me on the deck for coffee. No reason to dress unless you want to.” Not wanting to be rude I smiled, he stepped away and I stumbled into the shower.

I walked through the dim light of the main rooms onto the deck. I was wrapped in a bright blue batik that I found on the bathroom hook. The brilliant aqua matched perfectly the sky. I tied it on one side giving it somewhat an island look. Larry looked at me, “Not that way, let me tie it for you.” Without waiting he stepped toward me and untied the knot. He didn’t seem to notice my pasty nakedness as he wrapped me and tucked the ends inside the waist bank he had created. “Yes,” complimenting himself as he looked at his work

Larry handed me a cup of deep brown island coffee and returned to his newspaper. I walked to the rail as the sun shone on the fantastic crescent of Rouge Beach below. There were already six or eight people on the beach and a couple of guys were snorkeling off the rocks. A man and topless woman walked down the beach. One guy was stretched out working on his overall tan.

I noticed Julia and Beth arrive. They were moving lounge chairs into position to catch the morning sun. They had lotion, books, sunglasses and towels. It appeared that they were homesteading. They settled in their chairs before they noticed me. They motioned for me to join them. I walked down the path with the coffee cup planning to inquire about their sleep. I sat down on the lounge next to them.

I adjusted my batik and Beth looked at me, “What are we going to do with you guys who persist on wearing no clothes.”

“Ignore us, I guess.”

“Seriously, this isn’t a locker room. I’m not sure I’m comfortable having my brother’s genitalia waving in my face,” she continued sternly.

I took up her challenge. “It’s my vacation and if I want to swim either here or in the ocean without a suit that seems like that should be my decision. I will respect your view but you can’t sit by the pool all day and deny me my time in the sun.”

Larry and Nick walked down to the pool deck. They were followed by Gertrude with a tray of coffee which she placed on one of the small low pool side tables. A young skinny black fellow carrying the pool cleaning hoses came onto the deck. He slowly attached the vacuum and gently swished the long pool cleaner across the bottom time and time again.

Gertrude rolled a food cart onto the upper deck. Larry turned to go up. The entire group moved in that direction. The mood of the group seemed tense but I was unaware of anything that had happened. Nick dressed in his hip loose khaki shorts and three gold chains cuts the tension: “Why did you come here?” Andrew who had joined us looked squarely at him and said with cavalier firmness, “We needed a break. John and I work in Hong Kong and the girls have a rigorous academic life. They just finished their masters’ degrees. We needed to get away.”

Nick continued in a less interrogative manner, “No, I mean how did you come here to this villa?” Taking the comment in the right spirit Andrew said, “Mr. Henley was like a father to me. I called him and he invited us. That’s how we got here.”

Larry being more conciliatory said, “I didn’t mean to be rude but Mr. Henley never lets strangers, I mean people he hasn’t personally approved come to the house. We were just wondering. Now I understand”

Andrew continued, “I lived with them during high school. We know each other pretty well. He insisted we stay here.”

Nick turned to me. “Do you want to find the Sulu today?”

“Why not, is it far?”

“Nothing is that far on this island. No, it’s not far.” I really didn’t like him but he was here first. We finished the freshly baked croissants, fresh squeezed orange juice and other fruit beautifully sculpted to look like a chicken. There was more island coffee. I left the group to get dressed and got ready to go with Nick. Andrew and Larry wanted to ride along. Twenty minutes later the four of us climbed into the automobile disguised as an orange crate with four wheels and a canopy top. The windshield appeared to have been taken from someone’s bedroom window. It did keep the bugs off of my front teeth.

In about ten minutes and parked in Marigot among the other orange crate cars. The slips at the marina were filled with ocean going sailing yachts and cruisers. Smaller boats were tied off shore on buoys. It appeared that they were trapped in an inland lake with only a small cut that allowed for their escape.

Andrew and I were self-conscious being with Nick who waved at every tanned, chiseled guy we passed. We were ghostly white next to his bronzed torso. French was chirped all around us. Everywhere we turned there were tanned bodies either at wharf side cafes or traipsing among the colorful batiks and tee shirts fluttering in front of the shops. We walked by a shop selling swimming suits and thongs. Andrew and I looked at each other and laughed. We bought two thongs slightly bigger than Nick’s. Mine was black and Andrew’s was a red and yellow leopard skin design.

As we came out Nick called to us, “John, Andrew over here.” We walked toward him waving at us. “I’ve found both the Sulu and her captain but they are in two different places. The Sulu is anchored out in the bay and the captain is staying with his girlfriend up by Grande Case.” He motioned over his shoulder to the right. “I think what we’ll do is take you out to the boat and then run over to see if I can find him.” He didn’t ask our opinion and jumped into the dingy and indicated that we should do the same. Before getting in I walked to a kiosk and bought a six-pack of Heineken.

Nick pulled the starter rope on the 40HP Evinrude on the eight-foot rubber boat. He eased away from the dock. Multiple yachts both new and old bobbed gently in the azure lagoon called Simpsons Bay. The bay had a light chop that caused the dingy to thump across the water. We cleared a point covered with old marine gear — buoys, barges and half submerged fishing boats. Nick pointed the dingy toward the control tower across the bay at the airport. He headed straight for a boat sitting singly midway in the bay with a single mast about sixty-five to seventy feet long. The navy blue hull was in contrast to the turquoise water. Nick eased the dingy up to the stern where we saw the name ‘Sulu — Ft. Myers, FL’. I puzzled at the ship’s home port because I never heard Lee discuss his trips to the United States except to California.

Andrew got off first, followed by Nick, Larry and finally me pulling myself over the gunwales. By its appearance Sulu had not been sailed recently because it was completely battened down with the sails, including the main, stowed. The hatch was locked. Nick reached his hand inside a small hatched door and came out with a small brass key secured between his thumb and index finger. He unlocked the main hatch as if the boat was his. He went below and we heard, “Boat’s been empty for quite some time. There's almost nothing in the larder.” The seats were covered with salt dust. Nick returned, “We have a choice. Either you can wait here while I go to Grande Case to look for the captain or come with us. I’ll be back in less than an hour.”

Andrew said, “We’ll burn up if we sit out here and wait for you. I guess we'd better go with you.”

Nick looked around, “You’re right. Let’s rig the Bimini — that’ll provide shade. I know there’s a ladder for swimming.” Without further comment he reached under the deck seating and pulled out a blue canvas canopy, secured it with Larry’s help to the main stays over the aft boom and completed the job by securing the back corners to the starboard and port cleats. Something didn’t please him. He went below and returned with a pole that was secured between the eyelets on the back side of the tarp. The tent-like contraption provided complete shade of the stern seating. “So there’s your shade.” His body was glistening with sweat as he surveyed his success. “We’re off. See you for lunch. I’ll bring it back.” Larry jumped into the boat and Nick followed him so quickly that they were off before we said “Goodbye.”

I offered Andrew a beer. I went below to see if there was any way to keep the other beers cold. I found a switch labeled ‘main power’. I flipped it up and heard a small motor kick in. I closed the open door of the tiny ice box knowing it would be hours before it would cool our beer.

I heard a splash and assumed Andrew was swimming. He had let the aft ladder down and dove in. I handed him a beer and held my own as I backed down the ladder. We bobbed around for a while clinging to safety cushions as floats. About fifteen minutes later Andrew said, “Do you want to hear the Lee story now? I got off track last night.”

I said laughing, “Yes, you got off track. Do you want to be in or out of the water?”

“Out,” he says. We propped our bare butts on the cushions on the shaded side of the deck. I got another beer for him and me. The beer was not cold but tasted good after the salty water of the bay.

Andrew’s mood was light as he began the conversation asking me,” Do you know what a user is?”

“You mean a drug user?”

“No, no. I mean someone who does not respect people, just uses them. That’s Lee,” he continued. “I was really up after our Baja sail. I had one of the most fun times of my life being with Wayne’s family. Happy — like how I feel now.

“Wayne and I flew back to school. Instantly I was pulled totally into fraternity activities. Either I was in study hall, cleaning up or other required pledge activities. Wayne and I lived together and stayed friends. He’s married and lives in Santa Barbara following in his father’s profession as a rancher-developer.

“Anyway, that spring I saw Lee when I cleaned the penthouse. My job with three other pledges was cleaning the public rooms of the annex. We always found a mess in the lounge, the pool area and Lee’s penthouse. Most of the occupants were sophomores so they did their own room cleaning but because Lee was a junior we had to clean his space.

“The penthouse was a giant attic room that he had professionally remodeled and decorated. He put a kitchen in one corner with microwave oven, a full-sized refrigerator with a sink and dishwasher. The room had no bed but had futons around the sides. On one wall was a sound and entertainment center with stereo, big screen TV and shelves with books, trophies and stuff. Hidden behind the book shelves was a full bar. In the far corner he had a word processing center which he happily let the pledges use. Seems nice right?”

“Sounds fantastic.”

“The only thing you had to be careful about was walking in while Lee was screwing a girl which was frequent. He attracted good looking girls as much as he attracted the good looking guys. It wasn’t that he cared if you walked in. It embarrassed me to find him in passionate lovemaking.

“First time it happened I just closed the door and left, only to be roundly berated at the pledge meeting for not cleaning his room for two days. He criticized me and called me a laggard who was shirking my duties as an Alpha Sig pledge. In my defense I said, ‘Sir, you were very busy when I came in. I came back and you were still busy.’ Other pledges had similar experiences. I wasn’t sure why he was picking on me. He yelled at me and told me to clean his room every day.

“Next day when I came to try to redeem myself the door was closed and I quietly opened it. There on the couch sitting stark naked was Lee with this incredible blond girl sitting right on his dick. I was determined not to get yelled at. I tried to be inconspicuous. Their lovemaking made my hard dick and I was about to explode out of my pants. I tried hard to stoop not bend for fear I would break mine.” We both laughed and took a swig.

“Lee smirked, ‘Pledge take off your clothes and come over here.’ I did as I was told. I took off my sweater; unbuttoned my shirt and finally slowly rolled off my tee shirt. My dick was pushing against my zipper and it wouldn’t recede. I took off my shoes and socks and had to drop my blue jeans. As I stepped out of the legs my dick shot out of my boxers for Lee and the girl to see. ‘All the way. Get a condom and get over here.’ My head was spinning because I was being told by this asshole to screw this girl. I did it. I lay a couple of futons on the floor; the girl lay on her back with her incredible breasts staring me and she spread her legs wide. I fucked her. My feelings were anger, euphoria, humiliation and envy all at the time.

“Just as I exploded inside her the door to the penthouse burst open and half of the pledge brothers piled in. There was cheering and applauding. I had been set up by that bastard.

“But that wasn’t all. Instead of dressing he ordered all the pledges to undress. The array of hard dicks was humorous. No one else got to screw the goddess who seemed totally, completely unaffected by the whole experience.”

I laughed to reduce the tension and rage I felt from Andrew. He laughed and said, “That is exactly what we did. We all laughed including Lee. The whole event passed and I got many questions in the next few weeks about the girl. But I felt he used me to make some point that at the time I did not get.” Andrew leaned his head back and let loose a small fart.

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