Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2022 14:02:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: I'm The Captain - Chapter Three This is a story about a young man who uncle passes away and leaves him a large sum of money and the uncle's sailboat. Paul realizes how much Lucas means to him and they make plans for Lucas's future, amidst new revelations to both of them. This is a fictional tale of sexual relationship between a young man and a teenage boy. You must be eighteen to read this story. If it is against the law where you are to read stories like this you are kindly requested to leave and not read this story. It is only a fictional story for your reading pleasure. While some of the geographic names and place may be real, none of the names or characters are real or based on anyone real. I grew up on the water and have a familiarity with sailing and boats but no means am I an expert so please forgive any references or nomenclature that are not factually accurate. I appreciate any comments or feedback, good or bad. Send to tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. I try to reply to as many as possible. If you enjoy my story, you can do an Author Search on my name ("Jonathan Perkins") to find some of my other stories posted here. I'm The Captain by Jonathan Perkins Copyright 2022 All Rights Reserved Remember to donate to Nifty to keep these stories available for all our enjoyment. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I'm The Captain Chapter Three Monday morning I went to work with a lot on my mind. Feeling pretty good about myself the way I handled my boat the first time out, feeling confused about the interaction Lucas and I had on the boat and wondering what work was going to bring this week after the boss proposed me working here in the summer and in Florida in the winter. As is my usual way of dealing with things like this, I want to get to work and concentrate on the finite reality of numbers and equations. One plus one always equals two no matter who is adding them up. A calculus formula with always yield predictable results when variables are replaced with number. I need stability and predictability right now. "Good morning Paul, you had a good weekend I trust?" my boss greeted me as he came to my workstation. "Very good sir, I piloted my boat for the first time on Sunday and didn't need a tow in from the Coast Guard," I laughed. "Excellent! I like your sense of adventure in taking on new challenges," If only he knew how much I hate the unknown. "That's why I like you to join me and fly down to Florida tomorrow to meet the engineering team down there. I'm anxious to have them meet you and discuss your new designs. We can talk about you spending the winters down there as well," he offered. I thought his comments on Friday were just thinking out loud and not really a plan. I have no idea if I want to commute to Florida. But I also don't know why I would be against it. I swallowed hard and accepted his offer. "Great! I'll meet you here at 6:00. I'll have a car take us to Logan for a 9:00 flight, Pack light, it will be hot there this time of year," as he walked off. One of the other engineers overheard the conversation and approached me. "Only a few months here and the low man on the totem pole is flying to Florida with the boss? How the hell did you manage that?" "I guess by not saying 'no'," I smugly replied. I hadn't said 'no' to Lucas on the boat yesterday and that worked out pretty good. We both laughed and I got to work. When I got back to the boat that evening I told Lucas I had to travel to Florida for a few days for work. I didn't tell him why or with whom. I didn't want to mention the commute to Florida to him just yet until I knew more about the details. "You're going to leave me all alone? For how long?" I could hear the panic in his voice. That surprised me because he always seemed in control of things, especially me. "Just a few days. Don't make a mess of the boat while I'm gone and no wild parties," I joked. "You mean I can stay here while you're gone?" "Of course! I'm expecting a warm welcome when I return." I have no idea why I said that. I hadn't intended it to be sexual in nature, not the way it sounded. I just meant if he was lonesome that he would be glad to see me return, that's all. "It will be the hottest welcome home you'll ever experience," he smiled and winked. Oh damn, I think my mouth may have written a check my body can't cover. After supper I packed a bag for the trip and went to bed early to be well rested for the flight. I woke several times in the night to feel Lucas nuzzled up against me. If I moved at all, he pulled away and got as far as he could on his side of the bed. The next time I awoke, he was right back touching me, scooting away if I moved. He was sound asleep when I got up at 4:30 to be to work on time. Unconsciously I bent down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. He smiled and opened his eyes. "Safe travels. I'll be waiting for you to come home," then closed his eyes and went back to sleep. When we got to the airport, Mr. Bishop, my boss, went to the ticket counter to get our boarding passes. He was raising his voice and swinging his arms in the air, arguing about something. He walked back to me, his face flushed from the encounter, and handed me a boarding pass. "I had reserved two first class seats but they oversold and bumped one back to economy class. Looks like we won't be able to chat on the flight," as I looked at the boarding pass and saw it was the first class ticket. "Oh, here, you gave me yours by mistake," as I tried to hand it back. "No mistake, enjoy the flight." I tried to insist but he pulled rank on me. After all, he reminded me, he's the boss and we're on company time. I got to my seat and sat down. First class was nice for sure but I really didn't care. The only advantage was I was going to be in Florida seventy-five feet before he was. Like I said, numbers mean more to me than most else. Mr. Bishop was seated next to a white haired elderly lady. They immediately struck up a conversation. She was going to Florida to visit her grandchildren. This was her first time flying. She was so excited. "You're not nervous, are you," he asked thinking of ways to allay her fears. "Son, I've raised four children, lost my youngest to the war in Vietnam, survived breast cancer twice and buried my darling husband of 45 years. There is nothing about this flight that will make me nervous, unless of course you're a masher?" she giggled and gave Mr. Bishop a gentle nudge in the ribs with her elbow. "You have nothing to fear from me," he answered he with a hearty belly laugh. He excused himself as people were still finding their seats and came forward to find me in first class. "Excuse me, attendant," he called out to a flight steward, "But there has been a mix-up here. This young man's ticket got switched with the lady in economy in seat H4," winking at the flight attendant. "Is this true young man?" he asked me. "Yes it is. I was about to mention it to you when you didn't look busy," I replied as I got up to follow Mr. Bishop back to economy. "I got the mix-up straightened out and your seat is waiting for you in first class," he told the woman. "But I . . ." she started to say before Mr. Bishop cut her off. "I know, you're first flight and all so you didn't want to raise a fuss. But right is right and you belong in first class," giving her a wink as he helped her up. "You might be a masher after all," she said as she slapped him in the arm and walked toward her new seat assignment. "I hope you don't mind losing your seat, Paul. This is her first time on a plane and I felt she deserved a treat." "I'll have plenty more opportunities to fly. That was really nice of you," I told him. "It's not who people think you are or even, in your father's case, what you think of yourself that matters, it's what you do in life." Damn, why couldn't Mr. Bishop be my father? "So, now we can chat and get to know one another," he announced. "Yes sir, of course sir," I answered with a little trepidation in my voice. "We've only known each other a short time and you're nervous you'll say something stupid to your boss, right?" he asked :"No, ... well, yes, ...er, maybe. I'm not at my best in social situations," I confessed. "Ok, so let's get it out of the way. What is the stupidest thing you can think of to say to me right now? Go ahead, anything, off the top of your head." I was looking down at the floor trying to think of something when I blurted out, "You have nice shoes, sir." That elicited a loud belly laugh from him "Okay, stupid is out of the way. And stop with the sir. On this plane we're just two travelers sharing some pleasant conversation. But off the plane I'm your fucking boss and don't you ever forget it!" He looked at the astonished looked on my face and let out another belly laugh. "You've said something stupid and I've said something stupid so now let's settle down and enjoy each other's company. From there on in we had a great time, chatting about everything and everything. He told me about his family and his start in the business and I divulged some limited information about my background. The flight attendant came around with the drink cart and offered us drinks. "Mrs. Danberg in first class told me your drinks were on her" "That's very nice of her. I'll have a Scotch please. Paul?" "I'll have a Diet Coke if you have it," I answered noticing a puzzled look on Mr. Bishop's face. "Nothing stronger?" "No, alcohol and I are not the best of friends," I confessed. I told him the details of my drunken party disaster. "So after that I swore I'd never drink again." "I admire your resolve," he patted my shoulder. As we were waiting for our luggage to come around on the carousel, I saw a young man walk by about the same age and build as Lucas. I smiled and had a brief feeling of missing Lucas. I was snapped out of my stupor by Mr.Bishop tossing my suitcase my way. We went out front and found the car that was waiting to take us to the company. "I hope you didn't take that crack I made on the plane about being your boss too seriously. Technically I am your boss but I think we're more than that now," as he smiled and told the driver to hurry. How much more? I'll have to watch myself to not say or do anything stupid that would send the wrong signal, either to encourage him or make a fool of myself if he just meant we were friends now. Mr. Bishop gave me a quick tour of the facilities and then we had an informal luncheon with the engineering staff. We adjourned to a large meeting room and I was introduced and gave a presentation on my idea for the new designs. I saw some heads nodding and felt good about how this was going. All except one engineer who was scowling all the time. "Excuse me but this wet behind the ears wonder boy is going to come in here and tell us everything we're doing is wrong and he knows better than us how to get this done?" he finally let out. "That's what I thought as well, Irving," Mr. Bishop addressed the man. "But I'm the boss so I can dismiss him and his ideas. However, I know better. You just work here. Or you did. With that kind of thinking, you're fired!" In a panic, I spoke right up. "If I may, Mr. Bishop," I started as he shook his head to give me the okay to speak. "We're all engineers here, the best in the business. As engineers it is our mission to explore new concepts, look at old designs in new ways, to evolve ideas for the betterment of our surroundings and the company we work for. Yes, I'm young and inexperienced but that is my advantage, my key to think outside the box. Some of my suggestions can be incorporated into what is being done in New England but they might not work here in Florida. New England has the cold that you don't but you have more frequent and more violent hurricanes that we do. And both our situations are different than California where most of the studies have been done on this new concept so far. So let's open our minds, open our laptops and see where we end up." Everyone in the room applauded me, even Irving had softened his grumpy face. "Well said, Paul. Irving you are not fired but instead are assigned to work with Paul while he is here." He turned out to be a pretty nice guy after all. As I lay in bed that first night, my mind left my body in Florida and raced back north to my boat. I was imagining Lucas lying naked in bed, alone. I closed my eyes and my mind transported my body to join Lucas, embracing him as our legs and arms intertwined. I wrapped my arms around myself, gently rocking side to side. I was surprised I hadn't chubbed up yet. I was also surprised at how much I missed him. It hadn't even been 24 hours since I was sleeping next to him but I felt so alone and isolated. Here I was in a first class hotel room paid for by my boss, my first interaction here had gone great and I'm miserable. What the hell is wrong with me? Just then I was startled when my phone buzzed that I had a text. 'Are you asleep yet?' read the text. My heart raced, a stupid ear to ear grin broke out and I suddenly felt relieved when I saw it was from Lucas. 'Yes, sound asleep, why do you ask?' I answered back. 'Fucking smart-ass! Can I call?' 'Not if you're going to call me names' I replied with a smiley imoji. The phone rang and I answered before the second ring. "So how did your day go today?" Lucas started off. I told him about my presentation and my speech, bragging unabashedly. "How was your day?" "I went to eat breakfast at the lunch counter, and missed your face across from me. I accepted some deliveries and took them to the boat owners, walking past you boat and missed you. I straightened out the ship's store and then went to clean the showers, wishing you were in there with me. Later I had supper with Randy and we talked about you and your trip, making me feel sad you weren't there with us. Now I'm in bed, alone and horny wishing there was someone here with me to make me feel better. That's my day," Lucas related to me. "But did you miss me?" I joked. "Obviously more than you missed me while you were playing Mr. Bigshot," he said without the joking tone. "I missed you for sure. I was just laying here in bed wishing I was back home with you," I confessed. We talked for about an hour until my phone was going low battery. I felt better to have talked to him but no where's near as good if I had been with him in person. Lucas had become a bigger part of my life than I had wanted to admit. The rest of the week went smoothly but I was anxious to get home. We wrapped thing up Thursday morning and had another group luncheon. Mr. Bishop told everyone about my commuting plan. Everyone encouraged me to do it. They were looking forward to working with me this winter. When we boarded the plane Friday Mr. Bishop made sure we had two first class seats. He said I had earned the perk for my performance with the other engineers. We were about an hour away from Logan when the pilot came on and announced we were making an unscheduled stop at Kennedy Airport in New York. "Nothing to worry about folks, we'll be back in the air in no time." As we made our final approach I saw emergency vehicles on the end of our runway. It looked more serious than they let on. We were siting on the plane for a few minutes when they told us to deplane. Looking out the window I saw workmen climbing all over the wing and the engine, something dripping on the tarmac. Did we almost crash, dropping out of the sky in a ball of flames? Was this just an unscheduled stop or was this a near death experience that none of us knew we had experienced? As we sat in the terminal waiting for another flight I started to sweat. Mr. Bishop noticed and tried to reassure me everything would be fine. "How likely is it that two planes would have engine trouble? We'll be fine to get back on a plane and fly home," he reassured me. "It's not that," I explained, "It's just that I've grown very close to someone and I've never honestly told them how I feel. Suppose we had crashed and he never got to know?" I did say 'he' so now he must know I'm gay. Now I know I'm gay as well. But I didn't say I loved him, just close to him. Do I love him? The way my heart was aching while we were apart it must be love. Nah, just lust. But if it was just lust, I would have jerked off thinking about him and my heart wouldn't have been pinning away for Lucas. "We didn't crash so now you have a chance to tell him exactly how you feel. You never know what tomorrow will being so make the most of today," he advised, pulling my shoulder to him to give me a side hug. We did make it home safely. Mr. Bishop told me to take the rest of the day off. "I think you have to go have a conversation with someone," he smiled. I had to stop at the bank on the way home and take care of some business there. Driving home I rehearsed different conversations in my minds, trying to come up with the perfect scrip to talk to Lucas. There were so many things we needed to talk about. His parents, Bart's letter, Lucas's future plans, our feelings for each other. This conversation could take weeks. I parked my car at the marina and headed for the boat. Randy came out of his office and met me, walking in the same direction. "Paul, you're back early. How was your trip?" "It was great. We got a lot accomplished," I told him. "Is Lucas around?" "He wasn't expecting you until later so he is helping a couple at the other end of the marina to set up for a birthday party. The new mattresses for your boat are coming and he texted and asked me if I could make sure they get put in properly. I'm headed there now." "I can take care of it if you have something else to do," I offered. "Thanks, but I'd like to have a chance to talk to you anyway, if you don't mind." The delivery guys with the mattresses brought them to the boat and set them on the deck. "We're supposed to pick one up for disposal," they told us. "Isn't only one mattress to be delivered?" I questioned the delivery guy. "They damaged the one they picked up for cleaning and offered to replace it with a new one, top of the line. Lucas convinced the cleaning company to supply another one at cost for the master cabin." "Well, I'll be damned. Did he pay for it? These boat mattress are expensive, even at cost." "He hit me up for an advance on his pay. Don't tell him I told you. This is a surprise. Matter of fact, don't even let on that you know there is a new mattress on your bed. He said he wanted to hear your reaction from his cabin when you got in bed on the new mattress," Randy warned me. "No problem, I know nothing," I grinned. Randy and I went below deck to get my mattress and bring it up for the delivery guys to take it with them. As we lifted the mattress there was a large manila envelope underneath the mattress with Bart's name on the front. "What the heck is this?" I asked "Something Bart didn't want anyone to find, I suppose." I didn't have time to open it so I flopped it on the nightstand. We got the mattresses in place and went up to sit on deck and talk. "What's on your mind, Randy?" I started the conversation. "I'm just wondering what your intentions are concerning Lucas. He worshipped your uncle and they were very close. Bart was like a father to him. He seems to really be taken with you and I hope you're not going to cast him off once you've settled in." "Lucas is a special young man and I would never abandon him. I'm not sure who has taken whom under their wing, though. I know when it comes to sailing, he's the teacher and I'm the student. Other than that, we just get along like good friends. What is the deal with his parents, by the way?" I pressed Randy. "He doesn't like to talk about them. His father was hurt in a car accident and got hooked on painkillers while he was recovering. His mother was having a difficult time dealing with him and she started drinking, getting worse all the time. They're both wasted most of the time and have no idea if Lucas is around or not. That's why he spends most of his time here. For all practical purposes, he was living with Bart on the boat in the smaller cabin." "That's horrible. I hated my parents but I still had a home," I let on. "He went through a tough time when your uncle got sick and Lucas knew he was going to loose him. Now you have come along to fill that void and you must know he would be devastated if you deserted him." "I'm not going anywhere or do anything to hurt him. He doesn't deserve that," I said as I thought about my plan to go south for the winters. We finished our conversation and Randy went back to his office. I went below deck to check out the envelope that was under the mattress. I opened it and took out a paid invoice from a private investigator and some 8 X 10 black and white photos. The invoice said 'services rendered. Let me know if you need anything else.' Then I looked at the photos. There were two figures in the photos, an adult and someone younger, maybe high school age, sitting in a car. It was my father's car. The quality was not great but it was good enough for me to see who was in the photos. The adult was my father and the younger one was my older brother's friend, Jerry. In one picture my father was sitting up with his head tilted back and it looked like Jerry had his head in my father's lap. The next picture the roles were reversed and my father's head was in Jerry's lap. The last picture showed my father facing backwards in the back seat and what looked like Jerry's legs on either side of him. Holy shit! The homophobic son of a bitch that ruined my life was exchanging blowjobs with Jerry and then fucking him. That two faced hypocrite! I was furious. I stuffed the pictures back in the envelope and put it under the mattress where I found it. Did Uncle Bart have my father tailed and found out what he was doing? Why didn't he confront my father? I went back on deck to wait for Lucas to return. He came down the dock about an hour later. "Paul! You're back!" he shouted. He ran up and jumped onto the deck, grabbing me to give me a hug. "Missed you, buddy." "Same here. It was a hectic week but a lonely week. I need to talk to you about a few things," changing my tone to a more serious demeanor. "I don't like the sounds of this. Am I going to be told to walk the plank?" he joked. "Nothing like that. We just have to get some things straightened out between us." "This does sound serious. Did I do something wrong? Is this about the other day on the boat when I was putting suntan lotion on you?" he asked getting nervous. "Not at all. That was rather enjoyable actually. We had a close call on the flight home and it made me realize that there are some things I have to discuss with you." "Oh my god, what happened?" Lucas asked with fear in his voice. I told him about the unscheduled stop in NY and having to change planes. "I haven't flown a lot and it really shook me up." "Did you ever find out what was wrong with the plane?" "No, and that's the thing. The pilot just told us everything was fine but if it was fine why land in NY and not continue on to Boston? If the plane was fine, why did we have to switch to a different plane? It was symptomatic of so much of my life. No one tells me the truth about important things in my life." "I haven't lied to you about anything, I always tell you the truth," Lucas claimed. "Not an out and out lie, but more of an act of omission. I know you don't want to talk about it, but I'd like to know what's up with your parents, if you're willing to tell me," I tried to open the door to him. Lucas's face turned red and he teared up, slumping down at the dinette. "I love my parents, I really do. The parents I used to have, not the parents I have now," he said quietly as he started to cry softly. "My dad was in a car accident a few years ago. He got addicted to the painkillers during his recovery from his injuries. His addiction was getting so bad he ended up buying drugs on the street. He was spending every cent we had and then borrowing against our house. My mother couldn't handle his drug use and started drinking to cope with him. We eventually lost our house to the bank and ended up living in a crappy trailer in a mobile home park. They were both high most of the time and didn't know if I was around or not." Lucas took a deep breath and continued. "Before the accident we were a happy family. We'd go to the beach, amusement parks, movies, and all the typical family activities that normal families do. My dad even bought a small Sunfish sailing boat and taught me how to sail. I loved the time we spent on the water and that's why I love sailing so much now. We kept the boat here at the marina and that's how I met Randy and your uncle. I stay away from home as much as possible now because it breaks my heart to see them killing themselves." Lucas broke down sobbing loudly. I slid over to sit next to him and pulled him into a hug. "Lucas, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you go through all that. I'm so sorry about your parents. Have they tried rehab?" I tried to offer a suggestion. "More times than I can count. The last time my dad was in I was told if he doesn't stay clean this time the drugs would kill him in a year or less. It sounds terrible but I just hope they stay alive until I turn eighteen so I won't become a ward of the state. I'd loose everything else that matters in my life, the marina, this boat and most of all, you." "You're not going to loose me, I can promise you that. Uncle Bart made it clear that you and the boat came as a package deal," I laughed trying to lighten the mood. "That is the reason I asked about your parents. Uncle Bart had some concerns about them and your future. I want to show you something," I said as I reach in my pocket and took out the letter my uncle had left me. I handed it to Lucas to read. When he had finished reading he handed it back to me, his hands shaking. "So what does this mean, Paul?" "He wanted to include you in his will but wanted to make sure that you're parents couldn't get their hands on your money. If he bequeathed anything to you before you turned eighteen, they would have control and could spend it on themselves. So he left everything to me and wanted me to share it with you when you turn eighteen." "He left everything to you, I couldn't take anything from you," Lucas protested. "He laid it out right in the letter that I was to share with you. He left plenty for both of us. What do you plan on doing with your life after your graduate high school? Thinking about college?" I asked moving to the next part of my talk. "I was considering applying to MASS Maritime Academy but any money that was saved for that has gone for drugs and booze," he looked out the window and off into the sky. "I've heard that's a tough school to get into. Do you have the grades?" I asked him. "My grades are fine. But besides the money, I need a letter of recommendation from a politician, you know, a Congressman or a Senator. My folks have alienated anyone who could help me get in so that is not possible now." "Before we go any further with this topic, I want to be open with you. I have a hunch your future and my future are going to be intertwined for a long while," I smiled at him. "The reason for my trip to Florida was to get acquainted with the engineering staff at the company Mr. Bishop, my boss, had down there." "Are you moving to Florida?" Lucas asked nervously. "Not exactly. He is really impressed with me and when I told him I was living on the boat and my uncle would sail south for the winter, he told me I could work up here in the summer and then work down there in the winter." "So you'll at least be here every summer? Will I still be able to stay on the boat with you then?" "That's why I'm laying all my cards on the table so you can decide what you want to do," Lucas interrupted me before I could finish. "What do you mean I decide? Of course I want to stay on the boat with you all summer, just like now." "It's not that simple. You have several options and I don't want you to decide right now. I want you to think about this. Number one, I can help you get into MASS Maritime if you want. You will graduate with everything you need to know about being a professional sailor. Number Two, you stay here and work for Randy, moving on from me. Number Three, you take your share of the inheritance and make a life for yourself. And Number Four, you stay with me and go south in the winter and back up here in the summer." "Are you shitting me, you're really serious? I can stay with you year round? Then definitely Number Four, staying with you! This will be awesome!" as he grabbed me tight. "Hold on, you still have your last year of high school to deal with." I cautioned him. "I did remote learning during Covid and now seniors can opted for remote learning or in school. I can do in school until we sail for Florida and then back to in school when we return in the spring," he explained excitedly. "Okay but I told you not to decide yet. I have something else I want to show you," as I took a bankbook out of my pocket and pushed it across the table to him. "Take a look at that," I told him. He opened it and saw the figures, then looked at me with him mouth open. "$500,000?!? A half of millions dollars? Holly fuck your uncle left you a half of million dollars?" "No, actually he left me more than that, a lot more. That is what I figure your share of the inheritance should be. That will give you enough to attend MASS Maritime or any other college for that matter. Or buy your own boat. Or start a small business. Or just be a lazy bum, whoring around the waterfront with horny older guys," I giggled. "My share? But this bankbook has your name on it," Lucas noted. "That's why I pressed you on your parent's situation. I need your signature to put your name on the account along with mine, making it a joint account. That way you have access to the money but your parents won't." "Don't get me wrong, Paul, I appreciate what you and Uncle Bart are trying to do for me but the money isn't really important to me. Only two things matter in my life right now, you and this boat. If I can get to stay with you, I'll be the happiest guy on the seven seas." Lucas leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "For now, I'm really glad that you want to stay with me. The week in Florida made me realize how much I missed you, not just as a friend but more. I'm developing feelings for you that I can't quite describe but I know I want you to stay with me as well. We can figure out what's going on between us as time goes on." Lucas faced me and leaned in and gently kissed me on the mouth, our lips meeting and sending a jolt through my entire body. "Will that help you figure it out?" he asked as our lips parted. "That confuses me even more, but I like it," I smiled back at him and we brought our lips together again. We kissed, no, actually we made out passionately for fifteen minutes, out tongues buried deep in each other's mouths and our hands acting like Italian hands. You know, Roman fingers, roaming all over each other's bodies. My cock was rock hard and straining to move so it wasn't bent almost in half in my tight pants. I think Lucas had a similar problem from the amount of squirming and wiggling he was doing. Suddenly he pulled back from me. "Okay, now my turn. I almost forgot the surprise I have for you. Come on," as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my berth. "Lay down!" he commanded me. Playing dumb to his surprises I stood at the foot of the bed answering him back. "You're moving pretty fast aren't you. One kiss, a hell of a great kiss, but still only one kiss and you're trying to take me to bed with you?" "Silly, we sleep in the same bed already. Just lay on the bed, will you?" "Okay, but no funny business," I taunted him. I lay on the bed and looked at him in shock. "What did you do to this mattress while I was gone? It feels like a brand new one!" I said as I rolled from side to side revealing in the softness and lack of lumps like the old mattress. "It is a brand new one. It's my welcome home gift to you," he smiled. "I'm not going to know how good it really is by myself. I think I need a second person here with me," I said seductively. As Lucas started to get on the bed, I spoke out quickly, " so could you go ask Randy to join me." "He said he busy so I'm taking his place, asshat," as he jumped on the bed. "No, you're taking your place, right here beside me," as I pulled him close to me. We went back to making out, stopping occasionally and looking into each other's eyes, goofy smiles on our faces. Then right back to lip lock heaven. Lucas rolled over and lay on top of me, his hard cock pressing against mine. "A brand new mattress and already I can feel a lump in it," I joked. "Yes, I can feel one too. Maybe if I knead it and apply some pressure it might go away," as he put his hand on my crotch and started to rub me through my pants. "I think I should do the same," and started to massage his bulge. We were kissing and rubbing each other, getting more and more aroused. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but I wasn't going to slow the momentum. "I can't make this lump go away, I think there are a few layers of cloth between my hand and the lump. I'll have to get the cloth out of the way," as he undid my pants and lowered my zipper. He reached down in my pants and was in closer contact with my boner. "This is better, but as you can tell, it's still there." He moved himself down to the foot of the bed and pulled my pant legs. I lifted my ass to make them slide off easier. My underwear came off with my pants and let my cock spring free, pointing straight up in the air. "Now I can take care of this properly," as he took a strong grip on me and slowly started to stroke my cock. I put my head back and let the feeling shoot through my body. He used his other hand to fondle my balls at the same time. The touch of him on the most private part of my body without the apprehension I felt on the boat last time he jerked me off brought me to a whole new level of passion. It was passive passion, if there is such a thing. I was just lying there letting him use my body for his pleasure. It was like I was out of my body, standing next to my bed watching this ultra hot seventeen-year old boy skillfully handle my penis. The look of delight on his face was only matched by the look on my face. Out of nowhere, Uncle Bart's directive came back to me. I have to share my good fortune with Lucas. I lifted my head on the bed and looked him in the eye. "The lump will go away in due time but now I have to see how good I can do on the other lump." I sat up and removed my shirt so I was totally naked. Lucas stood up at the end of the bed and did a slow and seductive strip tease. He took off his shirt and rubbed his hands over his chest, twirling his fingers around his nipples when he passed over them. He unbuttoned his pants and tugged at them, knowing they wouldn't come off while the zipper was still done up. He turned around and ran his hands over his ass cheeks, stopping and grabbing them tightly. Turning back to face me he slid his zipper down then put his thumbs in the belt loops on his pants, moving his hips side to side as he slowly pulled them down, revealing the elastic on his briefs. He continued to lower his pants until they were down at his ankles, then flipped his leg and threw his pants across the cabin. His hands ran up and down his thighs until he grabbed the bulge in his underwear, his cock tenting out the fabric. "Damn, I think this lump has gotten bigger. You work is cut out for you now," he purred. "Then get that blasted cloth out of my way and let me get to work," I said as I turned around and lay facing the foot of the bed right in front of him. He started to pull his briefs down, showing his abundant pubic hair, The waistband stopped just above his hardon as he feigned trying to pull them lower. "Shit, the cloth is caught on something, something big and hard, and I don't know if I can get it off," he teased. I stretched both my arms out and grabbed either side of his briefs and yanked them off in one quick pull. His cock got pulled down with them. Once freed it bounced back up, slapping him in the stomach. I reach out and took him in my hand. I moved his rigid member from side to side and then up and down as I examined this beautiful specimen of manhood. I couldn't really tell how long he was from the angle I was at, not that I'm a proficient judge of cock lengths. All I know is it went from the tip right in front of me all the way back to where the base was buried in his mound of dark pubes. Maybe five inches, maybe six, hell, might even be seven. I just know that it stuck out from my fist as I wrapped my fingers around it. My thumb and my forefinger barely touching so I did know he was thicker than I was. My fingers overlap slightly when I take myself in my hand to stroke one out. The mushroom head was a little larger diameter than the shaft, a dark shade of purple with a drop of precum waiting in his piss slit just waiting to be shaken free. Lucas moaned and inhaled quickly at the first touch of my hand on his pecker. "Hell yes, Paul, make that lump go away! Knead it and massage it and work it until it's nice and soft again." Lucas begged. He put his hands on my head and rubbed my hair and of all thing, my ears. So fucking erotic to have him play with my ears while I masturbating him. His encouraging words, my horny state of mind and the closeness of my face to his cock made me loose control entirely. I slid a little further forward on the bed and licked the drop of precum off his slit, rewarding its patience for not dripping away and being wasted. "Oh shit, Paul, what the hell are you doing?" Lucas yelled out. "I'm giving you your welcome home present," and took as much as him as I could into my mouth. I didn't move. I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. The first time I ever had another guy's cock in my mouth. It was nothing like I thought it would be so I wanted to analyze every nuance and feeling. It was hard, yet soft. Like an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day. Soft on the outside where the ice cream was melting but hard underneath the surface, getting firmer the more you licked it. The precum left a salty taste in my mouth, similar to the newest ice cream flavor, vanilla with sea salt. As I was trying to burn everything into my memory so I could relive time and time again, I hadn't paid attention to Lucas's reaction. I only had him in my mouth for a minute or two when the sensation of his first blowjob became too much for him to hold back. He abruptly shot his load forcefully and filled my mouth, too much for me keep in my mouth and not sure I wanted to swallow cum yet. It was running out the side of my mouth and down my cheeks. "Don't make a mess of the new mattress," he cautioned and stooped down to lick his cum off my cheeks. Then he put his mouth to mine and we kissed, exchanging mouthfuls of cum until we both swallowed. "Now it's my turn," Lucas declared. "You don't have to if you don't want to," knowing my sucking his cock was purely on impulse. "Fuck you, you're not going to have all the fun," Lucas giggled, "now get on your back and stand proud." So I did, with no further encouragement. Lucas leaned forward and lay over the top of me, his face in my crotch and his semi hard cock positioned right above my face. He took my cock, stroked it a few quick strokes and then took it in his mouth. I had never experienced such a feeling. That day on the boat was so great, his hand covered in suntan lotion, sliding back and forth until I came. But this, this was a whole different sensation. His mouth was warm and wet, smooth and soft, unlike his hand. But it was also the act, the intimacy of him putting my cock in his mouth. Like Lucas, I knew I wouldn't last long. "Take your time, don't rush it," I pleaded with him. "Who's doing this, you or me?" he mumbled with a mouthful of cock. He must be enjoying it as much as I am, if that's possible. His semi hard cock had come back to life and was again rock hard, sticking down beside my head. "We're both doing it," as I turned my head and sucked his cock into my mouth. Lucas stiffened his body and increased his sucking. I was trying to think bad thoughts so I could hold off and we could cum together. I knew he would take longer, this being his second load so I reached a hand up and pushed a finger between his ass crack and against his hole. Incoherent mumbling and his whole body shaking as he dumped another load in my throat, this time forcing me to swallow due to the position I was in on my back. He clamped his mouth down on me like he was going to pull my cock clean off my groin, causing me to have one of the most intense orgasms ever. We lay there catching our breath, gently touching and caressing each other. Finally moving around to be side by side on the bed. "I guess we got rid of the lumps in this mattress," Lucas proclaimed. "Yup, you picked a good one for sure, it's a keeper," I replied. "Yes, and the mattress too," as he kissed me one more time with a shit eating grin on his face.