Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2022 14:10:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: I'm the Captain - Chapter Six 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 and Lucas take the next major step in their relationship but a major development is looming on the horizon that could have a negative impact on 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 and not for distribution to any other site or resource. 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. I have had some very pleasant interactions with some of my readers so please do not hesitate to write. 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 Six We woke the next morning and exchanged kisses as we shook off the fog of waking up. Something felt different this morning. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but I didn't feel the same as I did yesterday morning. There was no sense of urgency to get up and get moving with the day so we could get out on the water. Lucas didn't seem to be motivated to begin the day either so we just lay in each other's arms, the occasional kiss, the hug and the comfort found in each other's arms. "We better get out of bed and get ready to sail," Lucas finally suggested. "I have a better idea for today." "Better than sailing? Are you feeling ill, running a fever or just plain delirious?" Lucas asked half kidding but half-serious. "My two loves in my life are sailing this boat and you. Yesterday you shared me with Dwayne to try and prove something to yourself. I have been sharing myself with you and the sea. Today I want to be all about you, no boat, no sailing, no open waters," I offered up to him. "That's sounds so nice. But what will we do all day?" "Entirely up to you. We can go shopping at the Cape Cod Mall, we can go see a movie, so hang out at the beach, visit the go cart track and see who can drive the other guy off the side. You name it and we'll do it." "How about starting the day with a nice long hot soapy shower?" Lucas asked. "I'm liking this day already," as I climbed out of bed and got our shower kits. "I just hope there aren't many people at the shower house. We'd have to be discreet and quiet if there are." "The hell with anyone else. If they have a problem, it's their problem, not ours," an emboldened Lucas proclaimed. We walked to the showers, joking and pushing each other, punching a shoulder and grabbing a headlock here and there. We were like two middle school kids oblivious to anything or anyone around them. The large shower at the end was open and we scooted in. I started to undress when Lucas stopped me. "Let me do the honors," he said as he slowly and provocatively removed my clothes, one piece at a time. When he had me naked, I did the same to him. Lucas had his key that bypassed the timer mechanism for the hot water so we could take as long as we wanted. We stepped in and got wet, Lucas holding the soap and working up a lather. He had me face him as he washed my body from the top down, only briefly spending any time washing my privates. He was kneeling down to wash my legs so his eyes were right at crotch level. "Nice view from down here," he commented, making me twitch my cock a few times as acknowledgement. He stood back up and handed me the soap. I wash him the same way he did me but I lingered a little longer at his cock. "Don't stay there too long, I'm no where's ready to cum yet." I moved down and finished his legs. I stood up and he turned me to face the wall. He lathered up again and washed my shoulders, my back and skipped right over my ass, going down the back of my legs. "You missed a spot, didn't you?" I asked him with fake disappointment in my voice. "All in due time, old man, all in due time." He stood back up and gave me a hug from behind, his hands running over my chest and tweaking my nipples. I moaned at the pleasure of the combination of his soapy hands and the hot water running over my body combined with his stiff cock up against my ass. "You like that don't you?" Lucas asked me in a low sexy voice. "Damn straight I do," I answered him. "As a matter of fact, I am," he giggled and pressed his boner against my ass prompting me to moan again. "You like that even better, don't you?" I simply nodded my head and growled. He knew he had me under his control now. He moved one hand onto my cock and gripped it tight. Then moved his other hand to my crack, running a finger up and down. He stopped at my hole and pressed a soapy finger to it, making my pucker give way to his intentions. He slid the finger in and moved it around, then added another, stretching me a little wider. My ass was wiggling, my cock was twitching and my body was just acting on it own instincts reacting to his attention. My cock was getting very sensitive so I asked him to slow down. That combined with the fingers in my ass was pushing me towards the edge. "No problem, I can have my fun elsewhere," as he removed his fingers and pressed his cock head against me. I knew where he was going with this and I wasn't wholly against it, just not here and now. "Can we wait until we get back to the boat. This is kinky but also a bit tawdry and I want our first time to be special," I whispered over my shoulder to him. "You really want me to fuck you?" he was astonished. "Isn't that where you were headed?" "Not really, I was just teasing," he stated. "Maybe it's time to stop teasing me and just do the deed. Let's get rinsed off and head back to the boat," I told him to his smiling face. "I have to make a pit stop on the way." I took my shower kit that I had loaded with everything I needed for this moment and went into one of the toilet stalls to flush out nice and clean. Lucas was waiting outside the building for me, smiling as we headed back to the boat. We went below decks, closing and locking the door behind us. We shed our clothes and got on the bed, holding each other and kissing. Lucas looked into my eyes and asker me again, "Are you sure you're ready for this? We don't have to if you don't want to." "I know we don't have to and I know I'm ready and want to. You've taught me that my ass is an erogenous zone I never knew existed. I read up on this on line and know about the spot inside that you have hit a few times. I want to go all the way and experience it all." "I've wanted to do this ever since I saw your beautiful naked ass the first time you got out of bed to go to the bathroom. I didn't want to push you, but, damn, I get hard every time I think about making love to you," Lucas confessed. "Who are you kidding, you get hard in a second at anything," I laughed. "Just be gentle." "I will. You won't even know I'm in you," he said trying to calm my nerves. "If I won't know you're fucking me, then why bother?" I joked. "Shut up and assume the position," he ordered. "Yes sir. Which position? I'm new at this you know." "So am I, I hope you know. Any suggestions?" he asked. "I'd like to watch your face as you make love to me, but legs up in the air seems to clinical. Like a woman at her gynecologist with her feet in the stirrups. How about you lay on your back and I'll straddle you and lower myself down on your stiff rod, cowboy style?" "Perfect! That way I can see your face as well and know if you're hurting too much." That settled, we made out for a while, not being in any hurry to take each other's cherry. We were stroking each other when Lucas told me we better get to it before my hand made him cum. I rolled to the side and grabbed my shower kit and got a tube of lube. Before I had a chance to apply any, he told me to get up on all fours and he would prepare my ass. I immediately obeyed. I got on my hands and knees and presented my ass to him. He massaged my cheeks before spreading them open. "Hell, your ass is to die for. I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now," he commented. He ran his finger around my hole as I moaned, expecting the next sensation to be a good gob of lube. Instead I felt something warm and wet. Son of a bitch! It was his tongue! He was licking my pucker! I was about to tell him to stop but all I could get out was a load moan and a mumble something about me loving it. I dropped my upper body down to the bed so my ass was higher and more accessible for him. His tongue was swirling around my hole, making it contract and expand with his movements. Then he pushed against me and his tongue penetrated my hole, not deep but the sensation was overwhelming. If his tongue could do this to me, his cock was going to make me pass out. Not from pain, but from shear pleasure. As he was tongue fucking me his hands were all over me, rubbing everywhere and the occasional cock stroke. "Did you change your mind or are you going to keep torturing me this way?" I pleaded with him. "Lube me up and let's get down to business." He slapped my ass and shoved me so I landed on my side. "Just want to make sure you're really ready and haven't changed your mind." He lubed my ass and stuck a finger inside to make sure I was good and slippery. Then he applied a generous amount to his stiff cock. He lay on his back and looked at me. "Climb on and go for a ride, cowboy." I straddled him with my knees on either side of his thighs and sat up to move forward over his cock. I reached back and grabbed him and brought him to my hole. Slowly I started to lower myself, moving his cock around to get it lined up correctly. I felt it was where it should be and I lowered myself a little more, feeling it penetrate me. The burning pain was more than I thought it would be so I gasped a little and stopped. Lucas tried to sink his hips into the bed to withdraw. "No, stay still, I take more as my muscle stretches out." "No, we should stop, this is hurting you too much. I can see it in your face," Lucas noted. "There is some discomfort but the real pain is thinking that we could have done this a long time ago and not waited so long," as I lowered myself another inch or so. "It was worth the wait and I can wait longer if you want." Lucas seemed hesitant and it was unlike him to hold back on anything sexual. It was also unlike me to be taking the initiative. I felt brave and took the plunge. Several inches were inside me now and the pain was subsiding so I dropped myself down completely until my ass cheeks were firmly settled on his thigh. "Oh fuck!" I yelled out and kept absolutely still. "Yes, Paul, that's what we're doing," he snickered. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I'm enjoying this new sensation of having you up inside me. I want to take my time and burn this feeling and this moment in my memory forever." "We'll be doing it a lot more so I'm sure you won't forget," he snickered again. Gently I started to rise up and then back down on his rigid member. It felt so hard and stiff yet was pliable, adapting to my bowels as it filled them up. I was getting into a regular movement and then I got a leg cramp so I moved my position to alleviate the cramp. When I did his cock hit that special spot and caused me to gasp. "More pain?" Lucas asked with concern. "No, more ultimate pleasure. You hit my prostate. Oh god, that felt awesome!" "I guess it must have, you dribbled a little cum out of your slit," he noted. "You mean precum?" "No, honest to goodness white cum," as he took his finger and wiped the tip of my cock and brought it to his mouth, "Yup, real cum. Mmmm, tasty." "Does it feel good for you?" I asked, not knowing if I was doing it right for him. "Amazing! It won't take long before I shoot my load. Do you want me to unload inside or pull out?" "No sense in fucking me if you're not going to full me up with your sperm." I became more animated in my movements, up and down, wiggling side to side, hitting my spot and knowing I was getting close to a climax as well. Lucas got moving and was thrusting up on the bed to shove himself into me. I held still and let him do the work so I could concentrate on the sensations I was feeling and the look on his face. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and his eyes were closed. He was biting his lower lip while smiling at the same time. "I'm cumming Paul, I'm cumming," as he thrust up hard so hard he raised my knees off the bed. I was seriously impaled on his spurting cock. Contrary to the Internet porn, I couldn't feel his cum shooting in my ass but I certainly could feel his cock spasm. That feeling set me off and I shot the biggest load I've ever released, landing all over his chest and up on his face. I fell forward on him, exhausted, out of breath and fully satisfied. I lifted my head and gave Lucas a gentle passionate kiss then looked deep in his eyes. "That was perfect. Thank you," I whispered. "No, thank you. I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to be my first time. You have no idea what this means to me. I can't wait for you to have your first time and I get to ride you." "Well it ain't going to happen right now!" as I continued to breath deep and long, still trying to get my heart rate back down where it belongs. We both laughed. We lay there in each other's arms for another hour kissing and making small talk and sometimes just quietly looking at each other, relishing out closeness and our love for each other. There, I said it. At least to myself. I loved this guy, with all my heart and my soul. He could ask me to jump overboard into shark infested waters and I wouldn't hesitate. I had ten years of pent up emotions and longing for someone to love all reaching a crescendo. Lucas was the one I had been waiting for and now that I have found him I wasn't going to loose him. We finally decided it was time to get up and clean up. "So now what do we do for the rest of the day?" Lucas asked. "Have another 'first' in mind?" "Have you ever been to the Cape Cod Mall?" I asked him. "No, I've heard of it but I've never been there. What do they have there?" he asked. "Are you kidding me? All kinds of things. Something that catches our eye, something useful and practical, something totally whimsical and useless, and some things we would never want. But it's fun to look around," I explained to him. It had started to rain, a warm summer shower, so we ran to the office and stood under the overhang waiting to see if the rain would stop. "Can I help you guys with something?" Randy called out through the screen door. "Just waiting for the rain to stop. We're headed to the mall, you want anything?" I asked him. "Yeah, a new roof," as he moved a bucket under a drip coming down from the ceiling. "I'll see if they have one in your size," I joked as we made a dash for the car. The rain had stopped by the time we got to the mall. We parked the car and went inside, looking at the directory to see if they was any particular store we wanted to look at first. "There are so many stores, how can we pick one?" Lucas asked in astonishment at the size of the mall. "Then let's not pick one, let's just ramble around and see if there is anything that looks interesting." We joined the crowd of people, slowly moving en mass along the concourse, occasionally going into one store or another. Lucas nudged me and pointed up ahead of us. "Look, a kiosk for a new marina. Let's check it out." As we approached the salesman stood up and greeted us, handing us a brochure. "You boys have a boat?" "Sure do," Lucas chimed in. "A beauty of a sailboat." I gave him a subtle elbow and jumped in. "Yes, we're docked in RI now but looking to move to the Cape. So where is this new marina? We've started looking but haven't seen any new places near here." "Our company has bought the old Cosegroove Marina and plan to upgrade it to be the best marina this side of the canal," he boasted. "We looked at that marina but it looked pretty rundown. We were thinking about getting a slip at the Mid Cape Marina," I told him. "When we get done upgrading Cosegroove, you wouldn't want to berth your dinghy at Mid Cape. So out of date and poorly managed. Take my word for it," he continued. I could see Lucas's face getting red from his last comment so I wanted to get him out of there before he exploded. "We'll take your brochure and consider it. When will you be open for business?" I inquired. "There is a lot of construction going on right now but we'll be ready by early next spring. We're offering a special discount for people who sign up now. The price will be higher if you wait for next spring." "Suppose I sign up now and then you're not ready for next spring? Can I get a refund?" I pressed him. "Our company, Marrieta Marinas, owns facilities all over the West Coast. This will be the first of many on the East Coast. You can't go wrong signing with us. We'll be ready when we say we're going to open," he assured me but still didn't tell me if I could get a refund. I asked about the price, based on the length of our boat, and his early bird special was about ten percent higher than Randy currently charges. "So what will the cost be if I wait until spring?" I pushed him. "It will be higher so why wait?" he continued his sales pitch. "We'll think about it and get back to you," as I turned to walk away. "Don't wait too long. We're filling up fast and the good slips will be taken." He shot back to me. I hurried Lucas along before he could defend Randy. When we got out of earshot, Lucas stopped me. "Paul, what are we going to do? This will put Randy out of business," he started to tear up, partly from anger and partly from concern for Randy. "It's a long way from happening. His sales pitch sounded almost desperate so I'm not sure how well they will make out getting new clients. Let's talk to Randy when we get home and see what he knows about it," I tried to calm him down. "Okay. I know you want to shop but can we go back now and talk to Randy." "No problem, whatever you want," as we turned to head back to the parking lot. As we drove back towards the marina, Lucas lay across the front seat and put his head on my lap. He put his right hand on my thigh and squeezed it tightly. I heard a sniffle and then a whimper as he began to cry softly. "What's wrong, Lucas?" "I'm a Jonah. Everything and everyone I touch leaves me or falls on bad times. Next time we at sea, throw me overboard like the Jonah I am to break the bad luck. Please!" Lucas cried out through his tears. "Nonsense. Nothing but good has happened to me since I've met you. You're not a Jonah at all." I reassured him. "My parents became addicts, Bart died, Randy is going to loose his marina when this new one opens. All of it is my fault. I'm just plain bad luck." "Your father was the victim of a car accident and then both your parents fell victim to bad medical care and addiction. Bart lived a good life, longer than most and when he passed he had someone who loved him by his side. And Randy isn't going to loose his marina. I'm sure he knows about this already and has a plan. So quit feeling sorry for yourself. I'm sure as hell not going to throw overboard the best thing that ever came into my life." He looked up at me and smiled, wiping his face. "Just as long as you know if you leave me, I'm coming with you," he proclaimed. I laughed out loud at his logic. "It's a deal!" as we both laughed when Lucas realized what he had said. We parked at the marina and went straight to Randy's office. He was sitting at his desk doing some paperwork. Lucas burst in and started talking ninety miles an hour. "Randy, some big corporation has bought the Cosegroove Marina and is going to totally upgrade it. They'll put you out of business!" Lucas shouted out. "We can't let this happen. What are we going to do?" Randy looked up at Lucas then at me and smiled. "You mean the Marietta Corporation? I know all about them. They approached me first to lease this facility but I turned them down. Then they came back with a very generous offer to buy me out but I turned that down as well. Let them do what they want at Cosegroove, I'll survive. I've been here this long and I'm not planning on going anywhere soon." He told us. "I'm glad you didn't accept their offer and it's really none of my business why you didn't, but I'm curious. You could have retired early and taken life easy for the rest of your years." I inquired. "Selling this place would be like cutting off my left arm. Financially I can get along without it but I'm going to keep it if you don't mind," he laughed. "Ruby and I bought this land right after we were married and built this marina from scratch. Selling it would feel like betraying her." "You are married?" I asked in astonishment. I had never heard him mention a wife before. "Yes, Ruby and I were high school sweethearts. We married right after graduation. This land went on the market and we begged, borrowed and scraped up every nickel we could to buy it. We had great plans and visions of the future. It was tough and we were barely getting by, bills were piling up and revenue was slow to keep up. We were in our third year and we didn't think we were going to make it another year. That's when Bart showed up. He liked that we were on this end of channel and close to the open sea. Cosegroove is much further down the channel and it takes a lot longer to get to the open water. We chatted and hit it off right away. Bart had a way about him that's for sure. His boat was huge compared to the boats were had already docked here. We had to make accommodations to fit him in but were more than willing to have him. We gave him a good price and then he surprised us by saying he was going to pay by the year. We told him that wasn't necessary, by the month like everyone else was fine. He must have some how figured out we were running close on cash flow and insisted on paying up front. That influx of cash got us on solid footing and the rest is history. When others saw that we could accommodate a larger vessel, we had more and more boats come to us. Bart saved our necks." "Wow, Bart sure was a great guy," Lucas exclaimed. I didn't know if I should press the issue, but I had to ask. "And what of your wife, Ruby?" I asked timidly. "Ruby and I had a few great years together until she was diagnosed with cancer right after Christmas our fifth year here. She put up a brave fight but by spring she was gone. Bart came back up north for the season just in time for her funeral. I was a mess and couldn't function for months. Bart stepped up and babysat me while running the marina. I took to drinking and was in bad shape. Bart would take me out on his boat on my good days and it renewed my spirit but as soon as we docked I feel right back into the bottle. July 4th, I remember the day like it was yesterday, Bart took me out on the ocean and then dropped the sails and stopped the boat. He brought me below deck and we sat at the dining table. He put three bottles of whiskey, a glass and a revolver on the table in front of me. 'You said it was merciful that Ruby passed quickly and didn't suffer too long. Well you've been suffering about as long as she did but you're killing yourself slowly with your drinking. So you have a choice, finish all three of these or use the gun and be done with it. I can't stand to see you suffer any longer' "He got up and went to his cabin and shut the door. He was lying on his bed waiting to see what I would do. After about twenty minutes he heard a gunshot. He jumped up and ran out of his door and up on deck, expecting to find my bloody lifeless body. Instead I was standing at the rail, pointing the pistol over the side of the boat. He looked over and saw two bottles of whiskey as I fired twice more, shattering them both and sending them to the bottom of the ocean. He grabbed me and hugged me like I've never been hugged before. He took the pistol from my hand and asked me if I was done with it. I smiled at him and just nodded my head. He tossed it overboard and then told me to hoist the sails, we're going home. He saved my life that day." Lucas and I were both teary eyed at the story. "The next day, Bart told me we had to go back out to sea and hold a Purging Ceremony to remove the name from his boat. He had named it 'Ruby Slippers' before he even met my wife and I." Laughing he continued, " He felt so at home on the open water, he had a superstition of clicking his heels three times at the end of the channel every time he sailed out and then repeated 'There's no place like home'. He felt the name would be too much for me to handle, seeing it every time I walked down the dock. He never did come up with another name for his boat but he still kept his tradition of clicking his heels and repeating his mantra.' "What the heck is a Purging Ceremony?" Lucas asked just about as I was going to. "It's an old sailor superstition that if you want to rename a vessel you have to purge the current name from Poseidon's registry. The ritual is quite involved and I don't know of anyone that still does it, except Bart. Once he decides on a new name there is a Renaming Ceremony, just as involved. Have you boys thought of a name for your boat?" "We have but there are more important things to attend to right now. How are we going to deal with this Marietta guys poaching our territory?" Lucas asked, "There must be something we can do to fight this." "Competition, my boy, it's the American way," Randy smiled. "Then let's compete! Let's show Marietta that we might not the biggest dog in this fight but we're the meanest and the toughest and aren't going away quietly!" he hollered. "Spirited guy, isn't he?" Randy asked as he looked at me and smiled. "Yes he is, and he's right. We cant' take this lying down." I assured him. "I have drawn up some ideas for some improvements that will keep us on top as the preferred marina. But it's going to cost a lot of money, money I don't' have." "What about a bank loan. I'm sure you have enough equity to cover what you need." "Oh sure. I was offered $7.8 million to buy me out, more than a fair price, so I'm sure I could get a loan for the $1 million I estimate I'd need to accomplish the upgrades. But I'm too old to go that deep in debt. So, I'll chip away with what free cash I do have and hope that it will be enough to keep the customers I have and maybe attract some new ones," Randy lamented. We chatted some more about the history of the marina and his wife Ruby. When we headed back to the boat, our spirits that had been sky high that morning were now lower than a sea anchor. "We've got to something to help Randy, Paul, we just have to," Lucas insisted as we got undressed for bed. "Maybe we can buy some lottery tickets and hope for a winner?" "Not a very sound plan I'm afraid," I replied. "Well something then. What can we do? We can't let the marina flounder. If not for Randy, then we have to do it for Uncle Bart's and Ruby's memory." "We'll think of something. It's late and we're tired so let's sleep on it and see what tomorrow brings. When we're fresh." We cuddled, a quick kiss and then holding each other we drifted off to sleep.