Chapter 13: Next Steps

“I think my hormones got the better of me.” He patted down awkwardly on his knees. “I think I’d like a tour of your boat, though.”

“Um.” I placed both my hands down below deck and swung myself to let them hang off the sofa bed. I keep them there to try and press it down. “I was just going to suggest that.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Well, not yet, of course. But…we might as well if you’re in the mood.” Julián got up; held his belly and avoided where my hands were placed.

The motorboat was a steal of a price. And it was my haven away from home whenever I needed to think. I used it when the time was called for. My second baby. My lover on the lake and no doubt a true friend to keep me afloat. The inside of the vessel had a cooling station for drinks and meat; a sofa bed that was double sized; a three-seated sofa with a window to look-out from.

On the outside was room to stand near the edge and grip onto the handle to fish. It was narrow, but safe enough. The front of the boat had a pinned down towel, just in case sunbathing was on the menu. The cockpit was on top; with the throttle and gear shifts; and two seats for passengers to watch me manual programme if I got it off automatic.

There was a rubber dingy, life jackets, and a manual to help in the case of a storm or drowning. I manually took the throttle. Julián enjoyed the tour, but complained that his stomach was retching inside. He sat behind me, and I brought my boating baby to a certain point of the lake to switch the engine off, but Julián’s gut said I needed to leave; and then I heard Julián running down the five steps and slanting himself over the handlebars.

I peered down at him, and witnessed him throwing-up the goulash, his nerves, the baby’s nauseated effect, and anything else that had been present inside of that gut. When he was done puking, I decided to move the boat a little further, no need to be seeing and smelling that.

I gave him a towel, and he cleaned himself up by the sink. “If you need anything else, just ask me, Julián.”

“I should be fine. I just want to get the taste of puke out of my mouth.” He did this bleurgh sound and gurgled some water inside his mouth before spitting. “Actually, do you have a toothbrush?”

“In that cabinet, just above you.” “Thanks.”

I waited for him to finish brushing his teeth. “You know…I’ve got something that could help.”

Julián spat into the sink. “Oh yeah?”

I brought it out from behind my back in a plastic bottle. “Yeah. It’s just a concoction of water and salt. It might even out your stomach and nausea. Can’t hurt to try, right?”

He wiped his mouth and then took the bottle from me. Before he opened and drank it, he asked, “Why are you being so nice?” He started to drink it down with eyes fixated on me.

“Julián …”

He went to sit on the edge of the sofa bed.

I sat next to him. “You’re my mate. Why wouldn’t I treat you nicely? I have no reason not to.” I placed my hand behind his head and gently rubbed his hair. He purred sweetly and swallowed the saltwater concoction.

He gave it a few minutes to kick in. “That’s much better.”

I took the bottle from him. Then we both just stared. I removed my hand from behind his hair and could see that he wanted me to place it right back. I started to, but he instead said, “Take out your pecker!”

It stimulated my wood into a hello-sailor!

“My hormones are raging, in case you couldn’t tell?”

Julián waited, body contorted as he started to play with his own as I pulled down my grey trousers. His mouth and left-hand were instantly upon my jimmy. I edged back onto the bed and his mouth and hand came with me. I made myself comfortable: spread my palms out; and closed my eyes with the sight of Julián’s head bobbling up and down.

Julián was digging. He was making his way all the way down to my balls. He used no tongue this time. Just deep-throated with my assistance as I pushed

down on that head and then pulled him back up to only slurp on the tip. Now he used his tongue; spat on top of it, made my body curl when he did; that wasn’t like Julián, but his hormones even had him churning out choruses of moans.

I was nearly a goner. My body tensed immensely with all that moaning and saliva making my spinning kebab heat up. The last hurdle of deep-throating had my hands squeezing the life out of his head. And the other was yanking the duvet up as if I needed a tissue to dry my eyes.

I was coming. He was prolonging the moaning like a cow. The sea-men, I call it that, were asking to come out of the darkness. And the final note that I played for Julián to hear was, “Cummmming, shit! I’m cumming.”

ust came over me. At least, that’s what I said to myself on the way back from the trip to the lake. It was partially hormones that had a part to play with my behaviour. That, and the fact that this baby was

having me all over the place. An emotional rollercoaster.

One minute I wanted to run away from Alejandro. And the next, I was falling in-between his legs; sucking his Johnson for no money at all, and succumbing to playing with myself with a red face that no mother would think wasn’t up to anything naughty.

It happened so fast. And then he came into my mouth and I didn’t spit it out at first. His semen was socializing in there, and the disturbing thing is, I wanted him to express the love all over my face with my tongue waggling as long as a dog’s whilst slurping it all up like syrup.

That was my hormones! Ragingly mad, and far from what I would ever do with an Alpha. Alejandro had loved it. His face exhausted and devoid from any colour that had once been his complexion as he fell back onto the bed and laid there for ten minutes. Nothing from him. Just the sound of him rubbing his nose and scratching his head, before he got up and said, “That was amazing.”

Even on the way home he kept telling me, “That was amazing.” And when he carried me back into the house and placed me on the sofa to relax he announced, “You were amazing.”

His limited vocabulary was sweet. I felt shy whenever a cute little grin would

be on the side of his cheeks and he would try to disguise it and think of anything that could distract him from that moment.

My hormones raged again, but with the family home, I knew that me and Alejandro would have to keep that under control. But I, too, was having a cheeky grin and it made his eyes widen.

“You should be proud of yourself. I’ve never cum that hard before.” “What about the first time?”

“Apart from the first time.” We both shyly smile. “Did you enjoy yourself today?”

“A little too much, I think.”

“Well, I wanted to show you a good time. Get that open sea-air inside of you. You might not think it, but that puking-up you did was sort of a mini clearance of your system.”