Aquata Cove Ch. 94

"Was... I..."

"Don't think about it..." Merrick muttered, "You were amazing..." He sighs as he slowly kisses the jaw line of Adam's cheek.

"I... I was?"

"It's ok... It's ok..."

"But I don't know..." Adam says, blushing as Merrick nuzzles him and rubs his chest, feeling his own pants very tight as he lies here with Merrick.

"This is good for you... I promise..."

"O... Ok..." Adam nods as Merrick snuggles up to him. He... He almost wants Merrick to... Well, do SOMETHING akin to what just happened... How and why does he want that? What are these feelings?

Donna told Adam Merrick is a reliable replacement for his mental health... And as far as intimacy goes, Merrick is a lot less invasive and pressuring than Jessica was. It's like... Merrick is allowing him to come to him rather than forcing.

Merrick continues to kiss Adam affectionately, and feeling him almost in a worshipping fashion, while the deflating bulge in his briefs begin to feel a little cold and wet. He wants so much just to open his pants, and let Adam's cock out free, and just slip it into his mouth.

But now's not a good time... Adam needs to figure out he can get off too.

Adam settles back as he lets Merrick lay with him, still not knowing in the slightest about what all of this means...

~~~

Luther drives the car into the dock's parking lot, with Adam in the passenger's seat. "Alright, are you ready for your first day of work?"

"I guess... But what about you? Weren't you sick yesterday?"

"Merrick's soup works better than a flu shot. Just took a couple of pills, and I'll be fine."

They get out of the car, and soon approached the welcoming gate of the Kele-Kolika Pier. "Whoooaa..." Adam looks up in awe at the giant bronze sea horses. He walks with his father along the shops. Adam looks around, still trying to remember anything that he's seeing, just like when Jamal or Luther brought him here on trips at the ward... But he can still only feel a skim of inkling.

"And this is where you work." Luther says as they arrive at a building with iron sides and metal tribal fish welded all around it. Adam observes that the right side of the building has glass windows, and he can also see tables and chairs with people eating. In the middle, it looks like an open market with different types of raw fish on ice and a few other merchandise type of thing. On the left side of the building is where someone is driving a cart with a large water-filled containing live crabs crawling around within. Around the entire place are random people fishing over the tall docks.

"What is this place?"

"The Fish House." Luther tells him, "You've worked here for over a full decade, since you were still in high school. It's a seafood cannery, a local delivery service, a manufacture of fishing bait and tackle, a fish market, and a restaurant all in one."

"You said I have two jobs, right? Are they both here?"

"No, you work in two different places. This is where your first job is, and you go to your other job in the evening."

They walk around into the building, and into the EMPLOYEES ONLY doors. Luther runs a card along a scanner, and takes Adam into what seems like a musty locker room. "Do you work here, Dad?"

"No, I just have clearance as a VIP. The owner is a close personal friend of mine."

"Oh, I..." Adam stops as he sees the showers in between the rows of lockers, his eyes widening as he sees the nude backside of a man, showering and rinsing himself off. He blinks, and sees Luther getting farther, so he jogs to catch up. "I see."

They come to locker number 21, and Luther takes out a slip of paper with three numbers on it. He turns the lock dial several times around, while Adam watches carefully to memorize the way to do this, before it opens to several objects held inside.

"Alright, here you go." Luther says as he takes the rubber overalls, boots, a green long-sleeve shirt, and rubber gloves, "Change out of your clothes, and put these on."

"Wha, Dad, I," Adam blushes as he looks around, seeing several guys around him, "Here? Now?"

"It's where all the guys change here, even shower, it's nothing they haven't seen before. Here, I'll turn around, you let me know when you're ready."

"O-Ok..." Adam turns around, trying to match in time of when there's anyone around, waiting for the opportune moment when he can quickly take his pants off, and pull the rubber overalls up his legs, now he just needs to change his shirt. He does so in a hurry, still trying to get in and out of it as soon as possible.

Luther glances back around, and chuckles as he sees Adam's uniform lopsided and sloppily put on. "Here, let me help you." Luther says as he goes to his son, and adjusts the straps and the buckles, as well as correcting the buttons on the green uniform shirt. Adam frowns with embarrassment as he feels like a little kid right now.

Adam glances to the side, before he starts to feel light-headed again. He blinks a few times before turning to look. It's another shifting vision behind Luther. He sees himself being shoved down onto the floor by an aggressive-looking man. The apparition gets up to slam the locker closed, and grapples with the offender. He can see blurry images of different men pulling them away, with legible blood being seeing up and around from the fight. Someone large and loud comes between them breaking up whatever conflict this is.

"There, that's how you're supposed to look." Luther says as he gives Adam a nod, as well as pinning his metal nametag on the magnet implant in the top middle of the overalls. Adam snaps out of it, and looks to his father in front of him. "Lets go."

Adam follows him to along the fish-smelling halls, and through a door that led to the marketplace. Adam looks up, and drops his jaw as he sees a large banner up on high, reading:

{WELCOME BACK ADAM}

The banner has shiny foil fish, shells, dolphins, and crabs attached with it.

-POP-

"Ah!" Adam jumps as a puny gunshot was fired next to him, along with a few lines of color and paper confetti next to him. He sees a fat, old, grumpy-looking old man with a small, cheap popper in his hands, wearing the same rubber overalls, a captain's hat, and a large coat.

"Adam... Fuckin Adam." Captain says as he claps his shoulder hard, "It's fuckin good to have you back, ya tough son of a bitch." He growls with a grin.

"A-Ah, what? Th-Thanks..."

"Adam, this is Captain." Luther tells him, "He's your boss here at the Fish House."

"O-Oh, I see, nice to meet you." Adam said as he shook his hand.

"Meet me?" Captain growled, "Hells bells, fishboy, I visited you in the damn hospital."

"You visited him, once." Luther smirked, "While he was still in a coma."

"I'm sorry..." Adam says lowly.

"I'm just fuckin with you, fishboy, loosen up." Captain slaps his shoulders and shook him a little, "Thought fags knew all'about that."

"Grugger!" Luther said defensively, "Don't call him that, please??"

"Bryant, if I had a problem with fags, I wouldn't let your boy go messing around with my fish. I say what I want."

"A bit more discreetly though??" Luther said, "It's only his first day back on the docks."

"I don't go by any politically correct shit, or any easy-going shit." Captain says as he makes Adam stagger with a shove on the back, "Lookit him. He can take a beating, yeah? Still fuckin standing after all that fuckin shit!"

"G-Grugger, please, just..." Luther said, getting a little worried about the rough man-handling.

"Lay off, Bryant. Your boy's tough as fuckin nails." He growls. Adam can't help but feel flattered... Even though he hardly knows what this guy is saying.

"Ok, but... Me and my wife have to go back to Washington tomorrow, so can you just-"

"Yeah yeah, I fuckin know." Captain scowls, "I have my good eye on him, he'll be fine."

"Alright, just... Tell the 'crew' to take it easy on him? He's still trying to get used to all this-"

"Yeah yeah, I gotta go hit the head, show him what he needs to do." Captain said as he slumps around them, and passed though the swinging doors.

"Uh..." Adam looks after him as he and Luther walk on, "Is he... Really my boss?"

"Hahaha, yeah." Luther said, "He's a colorful character... Or used to be. He's very rough around the edges and very blunt, but he's a decent man. As long as you do your job right, he doesn't have much to yell about.

"Right..." Adam says as he walks with him.

"Adam! Hey buddy!" Harold says as he claps Adam's shoulders.

"H-Hey, Harold, hi." Adam smiles as he recognizes this guy - he's come to the docks a few times, this man works here, and he and his wife visited him at the psychiatric ward once or twice.

"Oh my God, ADAM!!" Squeals a lanky woman in the same uniform as they are, "I didn't know you were back!" She gives Adam a tight hug.

"Easy there, he just barely got here." Luther says as he and Adam continue to go.

"Oh snap, Adam!" Says someone else as they pass by.

"Dad, does everyone here know me?" Adam asked.

"A lot of them do, yes. You've been working here ever since you moved to Hawaii, you have some serious roots here. About 10 years here."

"Whoa..." Adam says as he looks about and around him.

With Luther dressed in a brand new uniform, he shows Adam one of the cart-tanks with a huge hose connecting to it, and to the ocean. "So, part of your job is to deliver fish or crustaceans to the local areas on the pier." He explains as the tank fills up with seawater. "Sometimes you need the tanks to transport live crabs or lobsters, or other living specimens." They walk to another cart, with trays of ice and fish laid out, "Other times, you just need to deliver these."

"Ok." Adam says, jotting down a few notes on a small pad.

"Or sometimes, you're to work at the small fish market in the Fish House, selling souvenirs or seafood. You were in cashier training at the psychiatric ward, right?"

"Y-Yeah, I was."

"That's good, one of the others would probably fill you in then."

"And is that part of the job?" Adam asks as he points out the employees that are fishing over the rail.

"Hahah, in a matter of speaking. The Captain technically calls it, 'Testing the hook and tackle merchandise manufactured here'. But really, it's just an excuse so his employees can fish for up to an hour if they want."

"Can we start with that?" Adam asked with a smile.

"Hahaha, no, we need to get you started on the main job. Come on." Both of them put on thick rubber gloves, and start to put moving crabs into the tank. Once loaded with the required amount of water and crabs, Luther shows Adam the controls of the cart, and teaches him to drive it. They take the crabs to a restaurant, where a manager signs for it, and gives Adam a couple of dollars for a tip.

After a couple of hours of doing pier-work, Luther and Adam sit at the dock behind the Fish House, both of them having a fishing rod with a line in the water. "You getting the picture of it?"

"Yeah. I kinda like this job." Adam says with a smile. "I don't know how I can put it, but I like being here."

"Hahaha. You've always been fascinated by the sea, ever since you were a little boy." Luther chuckles, "One time, you actually told me you wanted to be a shark when you grow up."

"What??" Adam laughs.

"Hahah, you were so adorable about it."

"Hey so, um, Dad..."

"Yeah?"

"I uh... I kind of want to ask you about something, and... I'm kind of uncomfortable with asking Mom about it..."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Well... Lately... I've been having some weird... Feelings..."

"Weird how?"

"Well... It's like... I feel really weird when I'm around Merrick... Like, I feel shaky and nervous, but it's like, I want to see him all the time."

"Oh. Oh damn, uh..." Luther winces as he turns his head, "Uh... Are you sure you don't want to talk about this with your mother?"

"Not really... I don't really comfortable with telling her this."

"Uh... Christ, can't believe I have to have this talk again, uh... How about Jamal? I'm sure he can fill you in. Or Yuri, she's a doctor, and-"

"Daaad. Stop beating around the bush." Adam frowned, "I got enough of that from everyone at the ward."

"Dammit, why did you have to say 'Bush'? Haaaahh, ok." Luther groaned stubbornly, "Alright. See, when a man and a woman are together, they... Their bodies react in certain ways, that... They are attracted to each other, and want to spend some time alone together, and... Well, feel each other's bodies, and... Yeah... And when their bodies get excited from these feelings they have for one another, they... Put their private areas together and... Yeah, things go from there... It's called 'sex', or 'intercourse'."

"But Merrick isn't a woman, Dad."

"I know, I know. And sometimes... A man is attracted to a man, and a woman is attracted to a woman. It's strange for a lot of people, but from what I gather, it's as normal as everyone else."

"Ok, sooo... Me and Merrick, I think I might be... You said attracted to him?"

"No, I didn't say that. But yes, you are."

"Oh." Adam nods, "W-What's it called when a man is attracted to another man?"

"It's called homosexuality. Or else known as gay."

"I see..." Adam looks at Luther's facial expressions and gestures, "Dad, why are you looking like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like... You don't like telling me this."

"Well, first off, having the Sex Talk with your kid is awkward enough, and I had to do it when you were a teenager. And... You are homosexual."

"Yeah... I think I get it now... But you look like you're not..."

"Adam." Luther puts his hand on his shoulder, "You are my son, and I will always love you. But when we found out you were gay... I had a harder time coming to terms with the idea. Your mother was fine with it completely, but I..." Luther sighed, "I tried to cope with it fine, but being gay just seemed to be causing a lot of problems for you..."

"What do you mean?"

"The reason why you live here, Adam... When you were in school, you were bullied at lot when you came out. It got so bad that we had to take you out of school, and you were old enough to move out on your own, so you came here..."

"Oh..." Adam nods, taking it in.

"And... It's also the reason why you were hospitalized."

"What?" Adam gives him a strange look, "Mom said I was attacked, that's how I was so injured."

"Yes... But that is the reason you were attacked in the first place, Adam..." Luther said regrettably, "See... A lot of people, bad people... They hate homosexuals so much, some of them think they're better off dead. They targeted you, even though you are a good person. You didn't deserve what you got, it was horrible."

"I don't understand..." Adam shakes his head, "Why do people hate them so much?"

"Haahhh... I'm not sure myself. Something about the bible and God, but what these people do just seems more extreme than it needs to be in my opinion..." Luther sighs as he looks at Adam, "And I'm ashamed to admit it, there were times where I blamed your sexual preferences for the things that happened to you. Once or twice, I even thought we could change you so you wouldn't have to go through what you did."

"Change?"

"Some parents send their kids to gay-conversion therapy. Where they make them straight. Your mother knows though that would have only made it that much worse for you. I admit, I'm still a little ignorant about it, but..."

"You still wish I wasn't... Gay, was it?"

"Adam. As I said." Luther tells him, "You are my son. My good, hardworking, gay son. And I wouldn't have you any other way."

Adam blinks with a happy notion, and finds himself smiling.

~~~

"Whoa shit, really??" Nick says with his eyebrows raised, he and Merrick stocking the shelves with very expensive dildos at Lovers.

"Yeah. It just came out of nowhere. He just asked me, flat out, if he can kiss me."

"Man, that sounds hot." Nick grins.

"When we were kissing, he was so cute, he was breathing hard and shaking, trying to copy the way I was moving my mouth."

"You git deep in his mouth?"

"No, we didn't get THAT far in." Merrick chuckles, "I wish, I missed that mouth."

"Hahahaha, right??"

"And it actually goes further than that." Merrick smirked.

"Fuck, man, details."

"After we kissed for a while, he laid back, and I snuggled up next to him." Merrick smiles, "Then he started to feel me around." Merrick gestures his hands around his torso, "You know, like this?"

"Ahhh man, he wants you, man." Nick gloats as he picks up a couple of fleshlights.

"Yeah, he does." Merrick gives a very sly grin, "He really, really does~"

"Oh snap." Nick raises his eyebrows, "You guys fucked?"

"Ahahah, nooo." Merrick shook his head, "Again though, I wish. After a while, things are getting nice and cuddly... And honestly I was rock-hard just when he started hugging me in the kitchen."

"Wow, man. When was the last time you got off?"

"Ummm..." Merrick looks up, pondering... "I don't have a clue."

"What??? Are you serious, man?!"

"Yeah. I think I haven't cum since before this whole thing started. God, and when he grabbed my dick..."

"Oh fuck man!" Nick laughs as he hits Merrick's arm, "You fuckin... But still, I can't even last a couple days without blowing my load." Nick snickers.

"No, we didn't have sex. He just gave me a handjob." Merrick corrects him.

"Hahah, bet you were all over him, huh?" Nick nodded to him.

"Nope. I may be fish, but this time I just let the big stud come to me~ Me and my rod~"

"Shit, man, you getting ME hard." Nick picks up the empty box and folded it flat.

"Yeah, I didn't last long at all." Merrick tells him, "And oh my God, it felt so good. Fuck, it felt like I came for the first time. Fffff... God, I want to do so much."

"I still can't believe you went without jacking off over 3 months, man."

"I still can't believe Adam touched me at all." Merrick counters, "Before, when I was at the ward, he basically threw me out. Now he's back home..." He smiles as he looks out the window, "It's like he's picking up where he left off..."

"Hey, remember." Nick nudged Merrick before he opened the next box, "It's been a long time for him too."

"I know, right?" Merrick chuckled, "I wanted to blow him right then and there, but Donna is VERY explicit on how much I do with him."

"I say he's wantin you to do a LOT more with him."

"That's what I'm thinking too, but... It's like, it's better if I don't try that hard."

"Ahhh, what?" Nick quirked a brow, "C'mon, man. Yo bear needs DICK, dude!"

"As my Father says," Merrick continues, "If you want someone to really trust you, don't tell them at all."

"Like, let him come to you?"

"Exactly. If I told Adam, 'It's ok, you can trust me,' That's only going to partially convince him. Anybody can tell you to trust them, it's that easy. He's probably heard that a lot by now, so with me NOT saying it, it makes me stand out. Or as you humans say, 'Actions speak louder than words'."

"And man, he is fuckin talking your ass off." Nick teased as his hand makes a jerking motion at his crotch.

"Not yet, Nicky. But soon..." Merrick says with lidded eyes, stroking a very fluffy magenta pillow like a cat, "Soon he will come to me in need of release. And I, the merciful guide of twinkhood, shall oblige. He will have no choice. He will come. And he will come again. And again. And again. AND again." He says while petting the pillow.

"Phghghgh... Dude, you realize that pillow says 'Pussy', right?" Nick points out. Merrick looks on it, and sees the indicated word in shiny red thread in cursive, "You strokin pussy, man!"

"Ewgh!" Merrick tosses it at him. Before ducking and grabbing a penis cushion. "Better..."

"Fuck, man, you gettin, me on, ahahah. How bout a BJ for me? Yeah?" Nick said with a wink. Merrick quirks his brow at him.