Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2022 22:12:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: I'm the Captain - Chapter Four 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. Paul deals with his father as more details emerge about Uncle Bart and the new life Paul has entered into. 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. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I'm The Captain Chapter Four I woke up the next morning to the gentle rocking of the boat and found Lucas's arm over my chest, his head nestled against my shoulder and one leg over mine, our cocks rubbing each other. Mine was hard when I opened my eyes. Lucas moved slightly and then I felt his starting to stiffen. He must have begun to wake up, both physically as well as mentally. The covers had been tossed to the side at some point in the night, exposing our naked bodies. The morning sun streaming in the window filled the cabin with light, allowing me to look down and see such a wonderful morning view. Lucas's muscular arm over me, his smooth back, tanned from the summer sun and his tight bubble ass. Two perfectly formed globes of young flesh just lying there out of reach in the position I was in. His stillness next to me allowed me a prolonged look to drink in his beauty in without making him self-conscious. His legs lightly covered in hair, one crooked over me, the other one straight out pressing up against mine forcing his now rigid cock into my thigh. He opened his eyes and smiled up at me. "Good morning," he whispered in a gravely morning voice. "Did you get a good night's sleep on this new mattress?" "I slept like a baby. I'm not sure if it is the softness of the mattress or the firmness of my bed mate," I replied as I pushed my leg against his boner. "They're both yours now to enjoy as you see fit," he cooed. "Let's go take a shower, together this time." "I certainly have to clean up my act, sleeping with an underage boy. A shower might clean my body but I don't think anything will clean my mind of the thoughts I'm having right now," I lowered my voice. "I'll scrub you thoroughly to get rid of those dirty thoughts," he offered. "When we finish the shower a few of those thoughts will be turned into memories. But there will still be plenty left up here in this horny mind," as I pointed to my head. We got out of bed and looked at each other then laughed at the fact that we were both hard. I took the first piss and Lucas went second. As he was in pissing, with the door open of course, I asked him about the birthday party he was working today. "Oh fuck! What time is it?" he asked in a panic. "It's 8:00. What time are you supposed to be at their boat?" "They want me there by 8:30 so I can make sure everything is ready and then meet the guests as they arrive. Damn it all to hell! I have to take a quick shower, grab something to eat and get my ass down to the other end of the marina as fast as I can. I was looking forward to a nice hot shower with you but it will have to wait," he lamented. "I'm disappointed but I understand completely. It's more important to honor your obligations than screwing around in the shower. Not as much fun, but more important. There will time to play later. Lucas threw his clothes on and was headed for the cabin door. "No good morning kiss?" I asked him. "Sorry, my mind is on the party right now," as he came back to me and put his mouth to mine. I open mouth kissed him with lots of tongue. As he was moaning and returning the kiss, I reached down and gave his cock a squeeze. He pulled back and glared at me. "You evil person, you. My boner had just gone soft and now you got it rock hard again. You did that just so I'd have to walk to the shower with a bulge in my pants," he complained. Then smiled. "My boner and I will miss you in the shower," as he grabbed his crotch then draped his towel over his shoulder to hang down and cover his situation. "I have a few things to take care of so I'll see you this afternoon," I yelled after him as he jumped on the dock and sprinted towards the gangway. For a morning that had started off so perfectly it was about to get ugly. I knew my mother had her weekly hair dressers appointment Saturday mornings so she could look her best as the wife of the most self-important man on the South Shore. My father would be home alone doing chores around the house in the morning and then played golf in the afternoon. I was going to take Uncle Bart's pictures and confront the hypocritical son-of-a-bitch! I waited a while until I was sure Lucas had gotten his shower so I didn't tempt him to join me. I showered and then got the pictures and left the marina, opting to get a fast food breakfast on the way. I had myself so worked up by now I only ate half of the breakfast sandwich and threw the rest of the window. My stomach was turning, my blood was boiling and I was getting angrier by the mile. I pulled in his driveway and came to a screeching halt. I flew open the car door and made my way to the house in a forceful and determined stride. Shoving the door open I walked in the kitchen to find my father on a stepladder changing a bulb in the ceiling fixture. "Get down off that ladder, we need to talk," I shouted, my anger taking away any self- control I may have imagined I had. "Who the fuck do you think you are to come barging into my house and start shouting orders. You walked out, remember? You don't belong here anymore," he shouted back. "Who do I think I am? I'm the guy who's going to fuck with your life the way you did with mine and Uncle Bart's!" I screamed back at him as I threw the envelope down on the kitchen table. "What's this shit?" as he picked it up. "That's the truth. The honest to God plain truth about what a hypocritical bastard you are. All the time you are condemning Uncle Bart for his sexuality and banishing him from our family, you're running around screwing with Jerry, sucking and fucking him right in the family car. Not even a random stranger but with my brother's best friend." My father slid the pictures out of the envelope and stared at them. His face was sheet white and his legs got wobbly so he sat down in one of the chairs. "Where did you get these?" he meekly asked. "I found them on the boat. Uncle Bart had them hidden," I explained to him. "How did he get these?" "He hired a private investigator to follow you and get proof of what you were up to. He always had his suspicions about you. He felt you were too over-the-top homophobic and might be trying to cover up for yourself. Looks like he was right," I keep yelling. "Then why didn't he expose me? Why keep these hidden?" his voice trembling. "Because he had more class in his little finger than you have in your whole body. His vindication would be satisfying to him but he knew it would devastate mom and ruin our family. He cared about us, not you, you selfish asshole." "I never meant anyone any harm," he tried to excuse himself. "No harm! Uncle Bart was made to live his golden years cut off from his family, cut off from me! And I was denied the pleasure of sailing with him on his boat. And what about Jerry?" "Jerry didn't mind what we did." "Oh of course not, be your sex toy after dark in some back alley and then in the light of day you would trash talk everyone like him. The person he gave his body to, willing or not, degrading his life choices, making him feel like dirt. His suicide the day before Thanksgiving wasn't something he would have done if he didn't feel so humiliated by you. You didn't harm anyone? How about Jerry's family that has to celebrate every Thanksgiving with the memory of burying their son." "So now what? What are you going to do with these pictures?" he asked "Same as Uncle Bart, keep them to myself. With several conditions. First, I will need your recommendation and your help getting a close personal friend into MASS Maritime Academy if he chooses to go. Second, you will resign your office of mayor and leave politics entirely. And third, you will know that I have these pictures, and the negatives, and will expose you for the fraud you are if you don't meet my demands or if you screw up in any way or if I just get pissed off someday. Understand?" "But why not just release them and let me take my punishment?" "Because mom doesn't deserve the humiliation for one. And you are such a slimy politician you'd figure out a way to make it all go away, probably at Jerry's expense, may he rest in peace. This way you will have it hanging over your head, making the rest of your life just as miserable as you have for me, Uncle Bart and Jerry's family." "Sit down and let's talk," he begged. "No! I've said my peace. Ignore me at your own peril!" as I turned and stormed out the door. I got in my car, spun the tires backing out of the driveway and again as I sped down the street. My hands were sweaty, my body shaking and my breathing erratic. The same things are happening to me as when I stormed out of the house a few months ago. This time I knew enough to pull into a parking lot and calm down. I closed my eyes and reflected on the past ten minutes. Ten minutes! Damn, was that all it took to make so many things right? I got my father's cursed monkey off my back, I restored Uncle Bart's honor and I hopefully gave Jerry some piece if he was looking down on me. After all these years I finally put that prick bastard in his place. I was jolted by a knock on my car window. I turned to see the same cop from my last melt down on the road. "Everything ok? Been visiting your father again?' he asked with a smile. I rolled down my window and turned to talk to him. "Yes, and for the last time hopefully. I followed your advice this time and pulled over to clear my head," I explained. "I hate to see a family as broken as your family is but for your sake, I hope it's the last time you have to deal with him. Drive safe and he happy," he said as he waved and walked back to his patrol car. A thought flashed through my mind. Maybe I should show the cop the pictures. There is no statute of limitations on child rape in this state. Jerry was obviously underage when those pictures were taken. No, hanging them over his head is much better. I'll see how he reacts going forward. I pulled back on the road and drove the rest of the way back to the marina. I parked my car and just sat there for a minute. I was the most relaxed I had been in I don't know how long. Everything was falling into place with my life, my job, my family and most of all Lucas. I walked down the gangplank and onto the dock with a lively step. I was humming a song, I don't remember the name of it, but Uncle Bart would hum the same song while he was working on the boat. He said a little tune always made life better. I wasn't sure how it could get any better but I was humming anyway. Was life going too good for me right now? Maybe karma is going to sneak up and bite me on the ass? Nope, can't happen. As I walked down the dock to the boat I noticed it was rocking a little. Lucas must be finished with his birthday party and back on the boat. Must have been a quick party. I turned the corner to walk to our slip when Lucas appeared on the deck, waving me on. "Paul, I'm so glad you're back," he yelled. "Some got on the boat and vandalized the cabin." I ran to the boat, leaping over the gunwale in one bound and headed for the cabin door with Lucas right behind me. I opened the door and went in and just stood there dumbfounded. Lucas came and stood right next to me, giggling a silly laugh. The inside of the cabin was decorated with balloons and streamers everywhere. A banner was strung across the passageway to the master berth, which was a composite of several banners, cut and pasted back together that read 'Happy Boy Day'. "What the hell is all this?" I demanded to know. "The birthday boy got sick early this morning and they cancelled the party. They asked me to get rid of the decorations so I figured I'd put them to good use. I bailed on you this morning and you seemed a little depressed so this is to make up for it. I'm the 'boy' and you get to enjoy me for the rest of the day," Lucas proudly proclaimed. "So you desert me this morning and leave me horny so you figure a bunch of used decorations are going to make it up to me?" I said sounding as serious as I could muster. Lucas's face dropped all expression. "You think because you vandalized our boat this way that I was going to grab you and kiss you passionately?" as I did just that. Lucas was confused and hadn't realized I was goofing with him so his return kisses weren't quite as good as usual. "Then I suppose you expect me to pick you and carry you to our bed, strip you naked and throw you on our new mattress?" again, which I promptly did. By now Lucas had caught on that I wasn't serious about being upset. "And then what, I'm supposed to rip my clothes off and jump on top of you on our bed?" As I was about to throw myself on him, he put up both hands and hollered at me," "Stop!" "What's the matter? Isn't this what you had in mind?" I asked him, now being the confused one. "I want to make sure I heard you right. You said 'our boat', not your boat, not Uncle Bart's boat but 'our' boat. Then you just said 'our bed, not your bed, not Uncle Bart's bed, but 'our' bed. And 'our new mattress'? Not as in you AND me, ours?" he sat up and looked at me as he asked for confirmation of what he heard. "I said that, why is that a problem?" "You're not screwing with me, are you? Like you have been since you got on the boat just now?" he asked. "Slow down, I don't think our relationship has gotten to that point where I'd be screwing you, not yet," I laughed. He lunged at me from off the bed and grabbed me a tight hug, almost knocking me over. "You have no idea how happy you have just made me!" Lucas whispered in my ear as he held me tight. "By referring to the boat and the bed as 'ours'? The other day I told you that I was giving you a half a million dollars and you are excited about a bed?" I asked totally confused by his reaction. "You don't understand. Sharing the money was something that Bart asked you to do so you were just following his wishes." "And that didn't make you happy?" I asked "Oh yes, it did. But you have to understand, until just now I was like a boat that was torn loose from it's mooring and was adrift at sea. I don't have any parents. Well I do, but they are as good as dead. I have Randy in my life but he is just my boss. A good boss and I like him, but he's just my employer. One major fuck up and he'll toss me aside like a bushel of empty clamshells. Bart was my anchor, the one steady thing in my life that I could count on. He was there for me when ever I needed someone to pick me up when I fell down. I clung on to him as long as I could, hoping beyond hope that he would miraculously recover until he finally passed. Then I met the new owner of the boat. Would he sell it, would he keep it, would he throw me ashore leave me sitting on the dock wondering where I would go from there? He didn't. He accepted me into his life and now he and I are 'us'. I no longer feel alone and all is right in my life. I know you can't understand this but it means so much to me. I don't care if we're considered lovers or friends or a couple or First Mate and Captain. As long we're 'us' it is all that matters," Lucas explained as tears began to flow down his face. "If you're so damn happy, why the tears?" I asked still confused. "These are tears of happiness and joy, you frigging idiot," he giggled through the tears and his sniffling nose. "You have just made this boy the happy boy of the day!" he exclaimed. I stumbled forward still holding him in a tight embrace. We flopped onto the bed and tried as hard as we could to make our two bodies into one. As we lay there kissing and holding each other tight I began to cry as well as Lucas. "What's with your tears?" Lucas asked as he broke our kiss. I told him about my visit to my father and showing him the pictures, threatening to expose him. "I am officially cut off from my parents as well now. I'm as good as dead to them and they to me. Uncle Bart and this boat were the only two things that really mattered in my life. I too felt cut off and alone when my family shunned Uncle Bart. Then he passed before I could reconnect with him after college. The only thing left in this world that meant anything to me was this boat. I was ecstatic when I found out it was left to me. Like you, the money was nice but not the most important thing. Then I met a young man who taught me how to sail, who taught me how to enjoy life again and taught me that as one door closes another one opens. Standing inside that door was you. My only fear was that this door would close again very soon and you would move on now that the boat was in good hands. I told you I would stick by you but wasn't sure if you felt the same way. Now I know you do." Lucas had stopped his tears and was looking up at me and smiling. We brought our faces towards each other and gently kissed with closed mouths, our lips tenderly touching. We backed off slightly and then came together again, this time with our mouths open and our tongues extended, searching for another tongue. Our tongues touched and wiggled around playing and touching then we withdrew again. Coming back together we kept up this game of teasingly touching and licking at each other, backing away and then coming back for more. Finally our passion heated up to the point where a full on make out was at hand. We pressed our mouths together firmly, inserting our tongues in each other. No more teasing or tentative licking and touching. This was a battle of the tongues, our lips smashed together and our mouths open wide. Our hands were quickly moving over each other, stopping to grab a firm grip on where ever our hands where at the moment in time and then releasing and moving to a new area to again hold and squeeze tightly, all the while avoiding to touch our cocks knowing it would probably result in an immediate explosion of cum. Finally we broke our kiss and looked into one another's eyes. "So, are we lovers now, boyfriends or what?" Lucas asked "Instead of trying to find a label for our relationship, let's just call us 'shipmates' until we figure it out." "Okay then, shipmate, I think we better batten down the hatches. A heavy gale is coming up and it's going to blow like hell," he giggled as he lowered himself to my cock. He engulfed my cock in one quick swallow, swirling his tongue around to massage my cock. He cooed and pulled his mouth off just long enough to remark, "Mmmm, lots of tasty precum. Guess this is what they mean by an 'old salt', licking precum off an old guy," he giggled and then went back for more. I had thrown my head back and was totally enjoying the attention Lucas was giving my cock. But then it hit me. I grabbed his leg and pulled his body up sideways next to mine to I could reach his boner. "Remember, we are 'us' now. Not just you sucking me or me sucking you," as I pulled his ass to me so I could take his cock in my mouth. "Yes, yes, yes, I love it!" as he thrust is hips forward to meet my eager mouth. We rolled over so I was on my back and Lucas as on top of me, bobbing up and down on my cock for all he was worth while face fucking me. I was in the perfect position to finger his hole but I knew this would push him right over the edge and I didn't want this to end yet. Instead he let some saliva drip from his mouth, running down the shaft of my cock, along my perineum and down my ass. This sloppy mess was no accident. He wet a finger and pressed against my hole, slowly inserting it as far as he could. This was getting me closer to loosing my load than I wanted but it felt so fucking great I wasn't about to stop him. He hit my spot a few times and he got his reward, a mouthful of my cum. As he eagerly swallowed every drop, I clamped down on his cock and sucked it as best I could. His load came so hard and fast it shot right down my throat without me consciously swallowing. Lucas lay on top of me trying to catch his breath. Finally he rolled off and swung around so we were face to face again. "I like the new 'us'" he smiled at me. "Me too," I replied. "I wonder if the birthday boy would have had as much fun with his party as we did?" Lucas smirked. "He's fourteen so he's about that age I suppose." "A group of fourteen year olds on a boat would be fun but with their parents around it would put a damper on the party activities, if you know what I mean." "Maybe we should offer them our boat for the party when they reschedule it?" "I'm pushing the envelope with you being under eighteen. I'm sure as hell not going to invite a horny bunch of fourteen year olds on board." I warned him. "Just as well, I'm not sure if I want to share you anyway," as he hugged me. We dozed off in each other's arms to be woken by Randy yelling to us from the dock. "Hey Paul, Lucas, are you aboard?" We quickly grabbed some clothes and went to see what he wanted. "I just had a group looking for Bart to see if he was still taking out day cruises. I told them about Bart's passing and you were the new owner. I said I ask if you were interested. I wasn't sure if that was your thing or not," he asked me. "I've only been out once with the boat. Lucas is taking me out tomorrow again so maybe after I get more confident at the helm. Lucas will be along in case I get into trouble," I reassured Randy. "I'm not sure that is a good idea," he replied. I was at a loss by that comment. Lucas could handle this boat by himself if he had to. "I'll explain later, Paul. We'll let you know if the cruises are still an option, Randy," Lucas said. "Ok, I'll wait to hear back from you." And off he went. "What the hell was that all about?" I asked Lucas. He snickered before replying. "Bart would take out a group of gay guys for a day cruise, clothing optional, sexual fun expected. He wouldn't let me come along until I turned eighteen. I thought it would be fun to watch but he said absolutely not. Maybe you and I can offer them again?" "First of all, I agree with Uncle Bart that you wouldn't come along until you're old enough. And second, I'm not ready to sail solo yet. Maybe next summer we can do this but not now," I told him firmly. "Thought that would be you're answer. Gives me something to look forward to next summer," he laughed. "Speaking of sailing, are we going out tomorrow? Going to be good weather and more wind than last time." "Sounds great. Although I will miss getting calmed," I said with a sly grin. "You never know?" he slapped my ass and walked below deck. We had a quiet dinner on board the boat simply enjoying one another's company. We'd look at each other and just smile, knowing exactly what the other one was thinking. We had taken down the decorations and carried them up to the trash receptacle. It was getting dark and when we walked back to the boat we watched the full moon rise over the horizon. Lucas reached out and took my hand, surprising me that he would be so bold in public. It was such a perfect evening that neither one of us wanted it to end. But we had to get some sleep so we'd be rested for our sail tomorrow. We undressed each other and got into bed, kissing good night and falling to sleep wrapped in each other's arms. The next morning we were up early and headed to the showers and then a quick breakfast. As tempting as it was, we agreed not to shower together. We knew we'd get carried away and waste too much time. We both wanted to put to sea as soon as possible. I tried to take command and call out orders to make preparations to get underway. I only missed a few minor details, although Lucas was quick to remind me that there are no such things as minor details on a boat. I started the engine and motored out of the marina and towards the open sea. We set the sails and made our course for my second time at the helm. As soon as Lucas felt we were far enough out, he took over command and gave me the order to strip. "Excuse me, First Mate? I'm the captain on the vessel," I reminded him in jest. "Yes, and I'm the cruise director and I'm directing you to get naked . . . NOW!" he barked his order, all the while smiling from ear to ear. I took a quick look around and saw that there wasn't another boat anywhere near us. So I complied and took off my clothes. Then came the suntan lotion ritual, Lucas smearing my body and for the first time, me smearing his body, including all the special parts. We were both hard as nails but I had to concentrate on keeping us with the wind. Lucas came up behind me and put his arms around me as his boner rubbed up against my ass crack. "Sorry about the contact, but I have to keep my compass pointed due North. I can't help it if you're in the way," he joked. "Well just be careful how far North you point it in my South side," I warned him. We sailed for an hour or so, occasionally stroking each other to stay chubbed up. The warm sun, the salt spray from the ocean waves, the breeze blowing in our faces and our stiff cocks made the day so perfect. Suddenly we heard a loud voice coming over a bullhorn. "Ahoy the ship! This is the Coast Guard!" the voice of Petty Officer Mike O'Donnell called out to us. I had to look around to see where it was coming from and saw him speeding up behind us. We adjusted our sails to loose the wind and coast to a stop. I was in a panic and tried to grab for my clothes but Lucas told me we could stay naked. I wasn't so sure about that but by then it was too late to cover up anyway. Mike pulled along side of us and threw a rope to Lucas to pull his vessel tight to ours. Lucas was semi hard by now and I had gone totally limp. "Looks like you two are having a great day on the water. It's the right kind of day for it," as he climbed aboard our boat. He was smiling as he shook Lucas's hand and patted him on the shoulder then walked towards me. "Hope you don't mind if I do a quick at sea inspection?" "Er, no, I guess not," I stammered as I tried to cover my crotch with my hands. "Oh oh, looks like he's trying to cover something up, Lucas. I think I have to investigate this," as he reached over and pulled my hands away from my crotch. "Just as I thought, ill prepared for an inspection," he said looking towards Lucas then back to my limp dick. Lucas grinned, enjoying my embarrassment while his cock had stiffened back up to it full form. Mike put his hand on my cock, yielding an immediate response. He stroked it a few times with one hand while holding my balls with his other hand. "A little greasy from the suntan lotion. You should use the non-greasy brand. That way it won't slip out of your grip so easily," as he continued to slid his hand from the tip to the base. My cock had stiffened right back up at his continued attention. "There, that's better. I think I can certify this as ready for action at sea." Then he walked over to Lucas and stroked his cock a few times. "Always ready here as usual," using his other hand to give Lucas's ass a squeeze. He walked back to the gunwale and swung a leg over to go back to his boat. "You both passed my inspection. Enjoy the rest of your outing, which I'm sure you will." He lowered himself down into his boat and sped off with a big wave and a hearty laugh. "What the fuck was that all about? We were both just molested by the Coast Guard?" I yelled at Lucas. "Nothing really, just his typical inspection if he sees us on the water. No harm, just a friendly visit." Lucas justified what had happened. "Does he do this all the time, to any boat he sees?" I asked indignantly. "Just the ones where the captain and crew are stark naked," Lucas laughed. "So you set me up, getting me to take off my clothes?" "No, I wanted us naked. The visit from Mike was just an added bonus," Lucas laughed as he went to set the sails so we could resume our jaunt. I hated to admit it, but he was right. I enjoyed being naked and after I thought about it, Mike fondling me wasn't all that horrible. Might even say it was pleasurable. Just as Lucas takes command once we're at sea, maybe I like the idea of an authority figure taking charge. I was feeling very confident as I tacked back towards shore. I was getting more comfortable taking control, and being naked as well. I asked Lucas what the deal was with these gay cruises Randy had asked about. "That's how Bart made some extra money to keep up the boat. He really didn't need the money so I think that was just his excuse for doing them. He would charge $500 a day for a cruise out to sea, sail around for the better part of the day and then back home. When they passed the spot where I told you to get naked, everyone on board would shed their clothes and then the fun began. Bart didn't care what they did or whom they did it with as long as he was left alone to sail the boat. Sometimes he would join in but most times not. He enjoyed the sailing and watching the action. The first time Mike saw a bunch of naked people on deck he came to investigate. Once he found out what was going on, he would occasionally do one of his 'at sea inspections' for a little fun. All the passengers enjoyed being groped by a man in uniform." "Wow, more things I never knew about Uncle Bart. And you never went out on these cruises?" I asked him. "Nope, was never allowed. And he wouldn't let me sail naked when it was just he and I on the boat. Not until I was eighteen," he confirmed. "Guess I should be more careful then," I noted. "Bart and I weren't 'shipmates' like us, just captain and second mate. It's different with us," Lucas said as he hugged me and kissed me on the neck. "Do you plan on carrying on the tradition?" "I'm not sure. I'll have to think about it," I told him. "Take you time and think all you want. You can even wait until I'm eighteen to make your decision," he smirked. We docked the boat, washed it down and stowed the gear. We were still covered in suntan lotion and sticky from the saltwater spray we had encountered. It was late afternoon and most of the people in the marina would still be enjoying the time they had left of the weekend so the showers wouldn't be busy at all. We opted to shower and then worry about supper. Or subconsciously we were more horny than hungry. We were the only ones at the shower house so we took the largest one. A hug, a few kisses and our clothes hit the floor. Lucas adjusted the water and we both got in. Another hug, rubbing our now stiff cocks at each other, a few deep kisses and then the washing began. I had the soap first, working up a soapy lather as I rubbed Lucas from top to bottom. My hands were gliding effortlessly over his smooth teenage body, flexing and tightening his muscles as I passed over them. I knelt down so I could wash his legs, starting at his thighs and moving down to his feet. He lifted his leg and placed on my bent leg so I could wash his foot. His cock was right at eye level but I resisted the urge to take advantage of my position. That foot washed, he placed his other leg up. When I stood back up I ran my hands up his legs and then to his crotch, rubbing my arm against his cock without using my hands to touch it. It jerked at my contact, Lucas moaning and wanting more contact. I washed his chest, tweaking his nipples. I washed his neck and then held his head so I could kiss him with a passionate deep kiss. He rinsed off the soap and then began to wash me in much the same manner. Although he never passed up an opportunity to stroke my soapy cock a few times whenever he was close to it. He turned me around to wash my back, running his fingers up and down my ass crack but carefully avoiding my hole in spite of me wiggling it and whining when he passed it by. He aimed the showerhead to wash the soap off my back then lowered himself to his knees behind me. He took my cheeks in his hands and squeezed and kneaded them, finally pushing them apart. I knew he was going for my hole now so I pushed my hips back to meet him. But instead of his finger, I felt his tongue licking and lapping at my ass. He kissed one cheek and then the other then ran his tongue from top to bottom of my crack. I moaned in appreciation of his actions. Then my legs nearly buckled as his tongue attacked my hole, licking and kissing and trying to force its way inside me. At first I tensed up, tightening my ass but eventually loosened up and pushed out a little more to allow him to do what he wanted to do . . . tongue fuck my anus. Holy hell, what a feeling! So much more tender than a finger, so much more intimate and special. And arousing! I had never thought I would enjoy something like this so much. Ass licking is gross, or so I thought. He had gone to great pains to make sure it was clean and ready for him to devour. At the first ouch of his tongue to my butt, I whispered to him, "Stop," but now I was excitedly telling him "Don't stop! Oh hell, please don't stop!" He pulled his mouth away just long enough to tell me, "I have no intention of stopping," and went right back to what he was doing. I was bent over with my hands bracing myself against the shower wall. I was moaning and groaning and didn't care if anyone heard me. Suddenly from out of nowhere I climaxed hands free and shot a huge load of cum all over the shower wall in front of me. My knees wobbled and Lucas grabbed me to prevent me from falling in a heap on the floor. "I don't know what your planning for supper, but I've eaten what I wanted," Lucas grinned. I kissed him, not caring if his mouth tasted like my ass, which off course it didn't. "I'm not sure I could do that to you," I confessed. "I don't care. Maybe you will another time but for now, lets just finish up before we look like prunes coming out of here," Lucas warned me. We dried off and went back to the boat to make supper. We opted instead to go out to eat and have a nice relaxing meal to end our weekend. On the way home, Lucas leaned over and put his head in my lap while I was driving. "This was the most perfect weekend of my life," Lucas proclaimed. "Our talk on Friday and our commitment to each other, Saturday making it official that we are 'us' and then the sailing today, and everything else." "Yes, it was special. And it's going to be this special for us from now on," I promised. We got back to the boat and turned in for the night, falling asleep, exhausted but with smiles on our faces that didn't go away as we slept.