Chapter 2

“Oh, it was not anything I had not desired,” Nathaniel continued, “I had known of my attraction to men for as long as I can remember. He could have saved his rum. I was more than willing to cooperate. Over the course of the voyage we were together almost every night.”

“Where is he now?” asked Jonathan.

“I do not know. When we reached Newburyport he sailed away within a week and I never saw him again. That was thirteen years ago. Until tonight I have not had my need for a man satisfied.”

Nathaniel smiled, leaned forward, and kissed Jonathan tenderly.

He looked down at Jonathan’s fully erect penis and said, “Now you have a need that is not sated. Let me help you.”

Jonathan blushed slightly, but allowed Nathaniel to slip his left arm around his shoulders, pulling him close as he took Jonathan’s turgid member in his right hand, stroking it gently. Nathaniel began to kiss him. Each kiss became more passionate, inviting more and more contact with his tongue as well as lips. Slippery fluids flowed from Jonathan’s penis as the foreskin was moved forward and back along the glans. He shuddered.

“This is good for you?” Nathaniel queried.

“Oh yes, yes, Nathaniel, very good.”

“At some time I would dearly love to have your organ within me as I was within you. Would you like that?”

These words of Nathaniel’s were breathed into Jonathan’s mouth. Jonathan had a vision of that moment and it pushed him to the brink of orgasm. With another series of shudders, Jonathan moaned a “Yes” in response and felt the pressure building in his groin. He braced himself against his partner. With a snort through his nostrils he released his seed onto his abdomen and Nathaniel’s hand. When the eruptions subsided, Nathaniel raised his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply.

“Nectar,” he whispered and then licked the semen from his hand.

Nathaniel regarded his own penis. “I am ready again,” he said simply. Using the remaining issue from Jonathan’s ejaculation, he began to stroke himself. Jonathan leaned into his body and began to fondle Nathaniel’s nipple, which responded to the stimulation by becoming hard and erect, sending shivers down Jonathan’s spine.

In a short time, Nathaniel had ejaculated for a second time, allowing his seed to land on Jonathan’s stomach, where Jonathan’s semen lay. Nathaniel proceeded to stir the two together and then fed the mixture to Jonathan, who quickly overcame his initial hesitancy and ingested the proffered treat with relish.

The two men lay back on the crude mattress and exchanged caresses. After a time Jonathan sat up and regarded Nathaniel’s penis. He had never seen an adult male penis before; he had only observed his brothers’ when they were boys. Theirs had both been similar to Jonathan’s. Nathaniel’s was different. Gone was the hood covering the glans.

“Why is it that your member is so different from mine? Have you had an accident?”

“I have been circumcised,” was the response.

“Are you a Jew? I have read in scripture that Jews must be circumcised.”

“Yes. Is that a problem for you?”

“No. But, you attend Sabbath service?”

Nathaniel smiled.

“When Mr. Adams brought me here as his indentured servant, I had to agree to become a Christian. He changed my name from Nathan Morganstern to Nathaniel Morgan. He had me to attend church and be instructed by The Reverend Matheson. I was baptized. But, the one thing he could not Christianize was this.” He punctuated his story by taking his member in hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze

Jonathan reached out and caressed it as well.

“Is it hard for you to believe all the church teaches, as you were once a Jew?”

“I am still a Jew. I only did those things as Mr. Adams commanded them of me. Being an indenture, I had no choice. As for believing, well, who could believe in a God that seems to want to destroy you at every turn, a God that takes away all the joy in life, a God that condemns you to hell because your desire is for the love of a man not a woman? Can you say you believe in this God?”

Jonathan closed his eyes. The thoughts and fears he had successfully repressed were now clamoring to be heard. The passion that had erupted in his soul at the moment when he realized his search for his identity had led him to this man and this act, had held them at bay. He did not want to listen to them. Not here, not now. With great resolve, he forced them into the quiet corner of his mind, where they were forbidden for the present to come forth.