Date: Sun, 9 Oct 2022 14:39:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: I'm the Captain - Chapter Seven 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 make an offer to Randy that would affect all of their future while Mike makes an unexpected offer to Paul. 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 Seven I woke up Sunday morning and reached out to touch Lucas. He wasn't in bed with me but had already gotten up. I assumed he must have had to take a piss. I lifted my head and saw him finishing getting dressed. "You're up early," I noted. "And dressed?" "Yeah, I have a few things I have to take care of this morning. It won't take too long," he explained. "But it's Sunday. You're not scheduled to work today. I thought we'd go sailing after some breakfast and a shower," I said with a wink. "I'll be back," and out the door he scurried. I flopped my head back on my pillow. I went into panic mode. I had I gone too far yesterday letting him fuck me? Did he run out because he had buyer's remorse? Or had he gotten everything he wanted from me and no longer wanted to be my lover? I shouldn't have taken the initiative and should have let him set the pace. Just when things seemed so perfect, I screwed things up. Damn it! I hate not having more experience in this relationship bullshit. I thought it would be easier with a guy rather than a girl but I guess I was wrong. After contemplating what to do next, the obvious thing was to get out of bed and get dressed. I went up on deck and it was a beautiful morning. A perfect day for sailing. Was I ready to take the boat out alone if Lucas didn't come back? I'm not ready to take this boat out alone, not yet. Wait a minute, what the hell am I thinking, 'if Lucas doesn't come back'? He'll come back. He better come back. That's all there is to it. Maybe I should go find him. I looked around from one end of the marina to the other and no sight of him anywhere. I sat down slumped over with my head in my hands. How could I have screwed up something so wonderful so quickly? I have to find him and apologize to him, if he'll accept my apology. I stood up and looked around again but didn't see him. I went up to the office and then to the kitchen. Randy was inside having breakfast. "Hey Paul, care to join me for breakfast?" he invited me. "I'm looking for Lucas. Have you seen him this morning?" "No, just me and the cook here. Is he missing?" Randy asked with concern. "He's off doing something he had to take care of and I thought I might be able to help him, that's all." "I have no idea. I don't have him doing anything for me. This is his day off to go sailing with you. If I see him, I'll let him know you're looking for him." "Thanks," as I left the kitchen to check the showers. Not there either. I went back to the boat and resigned myself to the reality that I'd just have to wait and see if he comes back. God I hope he does. I made myself busy walking around the boat checking lines, sails, and the anchor, anything that I could think of on the deck. Then I went below and made the bed, tidied up everywhere and just ran out of things to do. It had been two hours since he left, the longest two hours of my miserable life. I was going to go back up on deck and take another look around. Just as I came out of the door from the galley, Lucas jumped over the gunwale and onto the upper deck. I was ecstatic! He didn't look particularly happy so I was bracing myself for the worst. "Good morning, again," I said as subtly as I could. "Yeah, good morning," he said blandly. "Where did you run off to? I looked for you but couldn't find you anywhere," trying not to let the desperation come through in my voice. "I was taking a survey of everyone I could find in the marina before they got off and away for the day. I didn't want to miss anyone." "A survey? Why didn't you tell me what you were up to?" I asked him. "Because I knew you'd try and stop me or talk me out of it. I told the boat owners I was looking for some projects to keep me busy and if they had any ideas of things I could do around the marina. I engaged them in some of what you told me was spit balling, throwing out ideas no matter how outlandish or unworkable they might seem. If it works for engineers why can't it work for me?" "And did it?" "Sure as hell did. I got some great ideas of improvements they'd like to see. I have to arrange the list and then we can present it to Randy and see what he thinks," Lucas said as he ran down to the galley table to organize his ideas. "Did you say 'we' can present it to Randy? This is your crazy idea, not mine," I corrected him. "But remember, 'This is Us'," he so pointedly reminded me. "So sit down here and help me go over this list." I was so relieved that he hadn't abandoned me but was on a mission to help Randy. I sat next to him and smiled as I looked at him studying his list. "What are you smirking at, we have work to do," he scolded me. "Just thinking back to yesterday morning, much different than this morning." He looked up from his list, turned and gave me a kiss and a hug. "Yesterday morning was the best morning of my life. But right now we have a responsibility to Randy to do what we can to help him save the marina. You taught me that responsibilities come before pleasure. So the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back to something more pleasure," kissing me again and then back to his list. What the hell happened to the sex driven teenager that fucked my ass yesterday? He morphed overnight into a mature young man, still sexy as all get out, but understands the basics of being an adult. My desire is growing to a point I want to grab him and carry him to the bed and strip his clothes of and make love to him until one of us passes out from exhaustion. "Come on slacker, get busy here. No day dreaming," he admonished me as I was staring at him. "Yes sir! As you command." "Good," he looked at me and smirked, "just keep that attitude for later as well." We went over his list, some things very practical and doable, some needing more tweaking and some just totally off the wall. "Someone suggested a heliport?" I asked in astonishment. "He said he could fly in and not have to fight the traffic at the rotary. He hates traffic," Lucas justified the client's request. "Did you tell him his docking fees would go up 10 time what they are now?" "No, we just laughed. He knew it was absurd." Once we had gone over the list and prioritized the doable idea we tried to come up with a budget figure for each item. It came to a pretty hefty price tag but it could be broken up in to sections and not done all at once. "I like it," Lucas said gathering up the papers and standing up from the table. "Let's go talk to Randy and show him what we have put together. The sooner he makes a decision, the sooner work can begin." It was almost noontime and Randy was in his office eating some take out food. "Hey, I see you find your lost soul," he said with a mouthful of food. "Randy, Paul and I have talked to some of the boat owners and have put together a list of improvements they suggested. It's a big list with an equally big budget but I think if we break it up into sections we can make it work. We want you to take a look at it and see what you think," Lucas began. "Hold on a minute," I stopped him. "This was Lucas's idea, not mine. That's where he was this morning when I couldn't find him. He was out taking a survey. I did help him fine-tune the list but this was all his doing," I backed myself out of the picture. I wasn't sure how receptive Randy was going to be with us coming into his office and telling him how to run his business. "Looks like quite an extensive list. You've really put a lot of thought into this. But why should I spent all this money and try to compete with a multi-million dollar company. If they want to put me out of business then let them. But I don't want to help them by going in debt up to my eyeballs to try and win a pissing contest with them." "You and Ruby went into debt to start this marina so maybe you should go into debt again to keep it alive?" Lucas reasoned. "Paul and I will help in any way we can to get this done. We want this to be the best marina this side of the Canal." "There he goes with this 'we' stuff again," I laughed. "Seriously, Lucas and I will be glad to help." "Let me look it over and think about it. Some of the items on this list are things I've thought about for years. Like the heliport, I've always wanted one of those in the parking lot," Randy smirked at Lucas. "Just a suggestion by Mr. Rooney," Lucas revealed. "I could have guessed. He always wants something and then complains about the cost every time he writes his monthly check. I guess the heliport will have to wait. And wait, and wait, and wait." Randy shook his head back and forth. "I'll look this over when I get a chance no guarantees. Thanks for the effort anyway." "He seemed to take that pretty well, all things considered," I broke our silence as we walked back to the boat. "What do you mean by that?" Lucas asked. "A teenage employee and a customer he has only known for a few months walk into his office and present him with a list of improvements we expect him to make that will cost him hundreds of thousands of dollar? A business he and his wife built up from scratch and has been pretty successful. There is a Jewish term for that, 'chutzpah'," I told him. "What the heck does that mean?" he wanted to know. "It means you've got balls so big that you walk bow-legged," as I held out my two hands palms up and shook them. "Well, you should know. You've had them in your mouth often enough," and then he took off running to the dock. I had been so nervous this morning that he was upset about our fuck session yesterday, I had lost my urge for sex. If the occasion arose, so would I but I wasn't going to initiate anything today. I did want to get out on the water before it got any later. "Shall we get the boat rigged up and get out on the water?" I hoped he was going to say yes. "For sure. I missed not sailing yesterday and you need all the practice you can get before we set sail for Florida later this fall." We got the boat ready and started the engine to motor out of the slip and into the channel. I felt much more comfortable maneuvering the boat in tight quarters but it still took all of my concentration. We cleared the channel and I was expecting Lucas to be at the ready with the lines to raise the sails. He was just sitting looking out over the ocean. He was definitely somewhere else today and not on the boat with me. I motored a little further before I called out to him. "Are we sailing today or just going for a motor boat ride?" "Huh . . . what?" shaking himself out of his daze. "I'm sorry, let me get the sails up," as he slowly walked to the base of the main mast. He got the sail up but not before letting the line slip several times. This was not like him. Even I did better my first time out. I knew our meeting with Randy this morning was weighing heavy on his mind. He finally got the sails set properly and we were under way. We passed the point where Lucas always called for our clothes to come off but he didn't say a thing. "Clothes on or off today?" I asked him. "Doesn't matter, what ever you want," and cast his eyes back on the open ocean. Now he was beginning to get me worried. The wind shifted and we had to tack quickly. I yelled out to Lucas but he didn't respond fast enough and we lost the wind in the main sail. I turned the boat with the wind and let it just push us along with the sail flopping uselessly in the wind. "Lucas, are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm just worried about Randy. He didn't seem too enthused about our list. I'm not sure he has his heart in saving the marina," he told me. "I'm sure he is concerned about keeping it open. He just needs time to consider all his options and make a decision that is right for him. That list represents a sizeable investment and a big gamble for him to be taking. If he really didn't care about the marina at all he would have sold out to Marietta when they made him an offer." I assured Lucas. "I guess you're right." Just about then we heard a voice call out to us. It was Mike and Dwayne in Mike's personal boat. "Hey Paul, Lucas, are you guys in trouble?" he yelled over to us as he came along side. "You're just drifting aimlessly and it looked like you might be in trouble." "No, just not having a good day," Mike threw a line and lashed on to our boat as he climbed aboard. "You must be having a bad day, you're both still dressed," he remarked. "Lucas is concerned about the new owners of the Cosegrove Marina and the effect it will have on Randy's place." "Randy has weathered recessions, depressions, hurricanes and loosing his wife and Bart. I'm sure he'll get through this as well," Mike told Lucas. "Is there anything I can do?" he offered. "No, but thanks anyway," Lucas replied. "You are out beyond the tidal basin so maybe I can help to get you out of those clothes," Mike smirked. "Maybe that will improve your mood." "No, I'm okay," Lucas replied solemnly. "Are you sure?" as he put his hands on Lucas's shoulders and massaged him. Lucas put his head back and closed his eyes responding to Mike's touch. "See, you're feeling better already," as he continued to work on Lucas. "It does feel good, that's for sure," Lucas cooed. Dwayne came around in front of Lucas and loosened the drawstrings on his shorts. Lucas dropped his hands to stop Dwayne but Mike nodded to Dwayne to keep going. "Just relax and enjoy the moment. We're going to make you enjoy the ocean like you normally do," as he expanded his massage to include Lucas's chest, giving special attention to his stiffening nipples. Dwayne lowered the shorts revealing a semi hard cock, not yet fully erect. He took it in his hand and slowly stroked Lucas until he had a full boner. Then Dwayne took it in his mouth and swallowed it in one motion. I was standing back by the helm watching all of this happen. The smile on Lucas's face made me warm inside. It had been too long since he had smiled. Watching Dwayne work on his cock, sucking and bobbing and doing what he does best, I was a little jealous. Not jealous that Lucas was getting a blowjob from someone else, this was just sex after all, but jealous it was not my cock in Dwayne's mouth. It didn't feel like Lucas was cheating on me because it was Mike and Dwayne who initiated this and it was being done right in front of me. I suppose I should have been jealous but there is something to be said for the feeling you get watching the person you care for enjoying themselves. I knew first hand how much enjoyment Dwayne could give. I could tell by Lucas's body movements that he was close to cumming. His hips were moving back and forth and his breathing was rapid and short. His stomach began contracting and relaxing and I knew he was depositing a load of hot white cum down Dwayne's throat. Dwayne had his hands on Lucas's ass and was pulling him deep into his mouth, not wanting to loose any of those sweet teenager's juices. Lucas opened his eyes and looked directly at me, his face turning red. He was embarrassed he let Dwayne suck his cock in front of me. He stood there with his shorts around his ankles, his cock slowly deflating and not knowing exactly what to do or say. "Looks like that put you in a better mood," I said to Lucas with a smile, trying to let him know I was okay with what just happened. "Will do it every time," Mike laughed and motioned Dwayne to go back onto their boat. "We'll see you another time, I'm sure," he winked and joined Dwayne on their boat, speeding off. I walked to Lucas and put my arm around his shoulder pulling him in for a sideways hug. "Now we're even," I told him. "I feel so cheap, letting him blow me right here in front of you," he hung his head and confessed. "Better in front of me than behind my back. This way I could enjoy the show," laughing to lighten his mood. "Besides, a wise young man once told me in a similar situation, 'It's just sex'. Damn good sex, isn't it?" "Dwayne does have a way with his mouth. He surely knows his way around a cock," Lucas replied smiling up at me. "Let's finished getting undressed and get sailing." Kicking his shorts off his feet. Lucas went to grab the lines and set the sails too get underway. I stood at the wheel, concerned that Lucas was feeling better but the situation with Randy had affected him so strongly. There was nothing definite about Randy's potential decision on the fate of the marina or Randy's future but Lucas was deeply troubled by the possibility of loosing another person who meant so much to him. The marina had been Lucas's home since he walked away from his parents and Randy was like a surrogate father. For now all I could do was try and keep alive his hope for a happy ending and keep his spirits up. The rest of our day on the water was uneventful. Every time Lucas and I would catch each other's eyes we'd exchange a smile. He was quiet, not his usual chatty self. I didn't know if it was because of Randy or Dwayne, but the smile was good enough for me. When we got back and finished putting the boat up I suggested we go get something to eat. We were walking past the office when Lucas poked his head in the door. "Hey Randy, Paul and I are going to supper. Want to join us?" Randy looked up from his desk and didn't say anything. "No shop talk, promise. Just good friends going out for some good food," Lucas promised. "In that case, I'd love to." Randy insisted on driving and wouldn't tell us where he was taking us. We ended up at a small family restaurant not far from the marina. Nothing fancy but it had a comfortable atmosphere. The woman at the cash register ran out from her station and hugged Randy. "Randy, my god it's been so long. You're a welcome sight for sore eyes," she exclaimed excitedly. Turning towards the kitchen, she yelled "Edgar! Come see who has graced us with this presence!" A burly looking older man in a stained white apron came out of the kitchen and raised his hands in the air when he saw Randy. "Randy, you old sea dog! It is so good to see you again. It has been ages." "Yes, I have to apologize for not stopping in more often. I'd like you to meet two of my very good friends, Paul and Lucas. Lucas has worked for me part time for a while and Paul is Bart's nephew and the new owner of his boat," Randy made the introductions. "Glad to meet you. Any friend of Randy's is always welcome here," Edgar said coming to shake our hands. Addressing Paul, "So you're Bart's nephew? Quite a sailor, he was. Randy, you just can't get rid of his influence, can you?" he laughed. "No and I'm glad I can't." We were seated but didn't get menus. A waitress came over and gave us water and bread. I asked about a menu and she laughed at me. "When I come here Edgar makes a special meal for me. I've never seen a menu in all the years I've come here," Randy explained. "Not really a main stream restaurant. How did you become such a celebrity here?" I asked him "Ruby and I would come here once a month for our date night. It was all we could afford and the food was fantastic. We got talking with Edgar and his wife after we had been here a few times and we became friends. He reasoned that if we found his establishment special, then he considered us special and personally cooked for us whenever we came. I haven't been here too often lately. Good memories but make me melancholy. But now we can make new memories." Lucas and I looked at one another and smiled at him. I could tell Lucas was really trying hard not to talk about the marina so I headed the conversation in a different direction. "So tell me more about this renaming ceremony you mentioned," I asked Randy. "Have you decided on a new name finally? You'll make your uncle happy," Randy said. "What's the new name?" "It's a long story but we decided on 'This is Us'. Lucas and I came up with it. Like it?" "It is so fitting. I love it! We'll have to schedule a Naming Ceremony as soon as we can. I know you asked me about getting a name painted on the stern but I didn't hear any more about it from you." "So what the heck does a 'Naming Ceremony' consist of?" Lucas asked. "It's a very involved formal ceremony that involves a metal tag with the old name on it, a bottle of fine Champagne and several invocations to the gods of the seas and the oceans, pouring the Champagne overboard in several different ways. Once it's finished you're free to use the new name and have it painted on the stern. Close friends are always invited to join in this ceremony," Randy explained briefly. "Really? Sounds like a lot of trouble to change a name," I objected. "Paul, there are lots of superstitions that rule the seas. You disregard them at your own peril," Lucas piped in. "I never knew about this one but I'm all for doing it." "Guess I'm outnumbered. How soon can we get this done." "I'll get everything set up for you and let you know. By the end of next week, for sure," Randy told us. Edgar came out of the kitchen with meals for us. Randy wasn't kidding, it was the best meal I've ever had in a restaurant. Edgar and his wife sat down and joined us while we ate. I told them about the 'Renaming Ceremony' and invited them to join us. "Bart would be proud that you are following time honored traditions and not inviting bad luck to befall his boat. We'd be proud to join you," Edgar said as he shook our hands. We spent the rest of the meal with Randy and Edgar and his wife reminiscing about Ruby and the good times they shared. When we were ready to leave, I asked for the bill. "Randy and Ruby never paid for a meal and neither shall you," as he patted me on my back and ushered us to the door. Randy was quiet on the way back to the marina. I assumed he was thinking about Ruby. "Are you okay, Randy? You've been quiet. I hope we didn't upset you going there to eat," I told him. "No, I'm fine. I have just been thinking about Ruby and everything we went through back then. It was tough at times but I wouldn't trade those times for anything. Thank you for coming along and reliving those times with me." Lucas and I got back to the boat and got ready for bed. We lay next to each other and hugged then kissed quickly and repetitively, little gentle kisses. "I'm sorry I was such a bitch earlier," Lucas apologized. " Understandable. Randy means a lot to you, to both of us actually, and you were concerned about him. That kind of concern can overwhelm everything else at the time." "I'm glad we went out to eat with him tonight. Maybe reminiscing about Ruby will give him some inspiration to do what needs to be done to save the marina the two of them started," Lucas told me. "Maybe. Or maybe he felt he has lost the main reason this marina exists now she is gone. It will be a matter of time before we know what he decides to do, if anything." Lucas hugged me tighter and I could tell he was starting to tear up a little. "You know, Randy forgot to tell us about another very important part of the 'Renaming Ceremony' tonight," I informed him. "I didn't think you knew anything about it?" "I'm very familiar with this part," I said seriously, "The best part is a week before the ceremony the first mate has to give the captain a nice warm, wet, slow blowjob," then I smiled. "Can I confirm that with Randy?" he asked with a grin. "If you feel it's necessary. Or you can just start the ceremony." And he did. He slithered down my body, licking and kissing every part of me that he passed by. He got to my groin and kissed just above my now stiff cock and then on either thigh. He pushed my legs apart and then brought his head up and licked my balls. He pushed my cock back against my stomach so he had complete access to my balls. Taking one in his mouth and rolling it around like a marble, then the other one made me produce some precum. He left my balls and licked he base of my cock, then moved up to the tip. He tilted my boner back so it was standing tall, straight up from my body. Once his tongue reached the tip he licked my piss slit to take in the leaking precum. "Mmmm. Just the right amount of salt for my taste." Aiming my cock, he lowered his mouth slowly taking in as much as he could. He held his mouth still letting the sensation of his mouth on me resonate with my head. Both of them. He began to swirl his tongue and move up and down as I moved my hands to the sides of his head. I rubbed his hair and played with his ears as he sucked my cock. He reached a hand up and took one of my hands in his, squeezing our hands together. This was the sensual part, lovingly touching each other. My eyes were closed and I was enjoying this until me pulled his mouth off me and moved back up to kiss me deep and hard. "Change your mind?" I asked him "No, just don't want to rush this. You've been very patient with me all day so have some patience a little longer," as he came back for another kiss. He moved back down and started back on my cock. This went on for a while until he could tell I was getting close. Another break for some more kissing. "Does having patience mean giving you permission to torture me?" I joked. "It will be worth it when I finish." He went back and was using a technique he had never used before. I was so worked up I got close and with none of the usual warning signs I shot a load of cum like I never knew was in me. Nine strong spurts of hot cream shooting down his throat as he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, gallantly not missing a drop. "That was amazing! Where did you learn those moves?" I asked when I got my breath back. "I paid attention when Dwayne did those things to me today on the boat. You liked it?" he giggled. "Fucking A I did. You'll have to teach em so I can repay the effort." "No effort, just fun," Lucas laughed. "It might take more than once to teach you and you will have to show me that you've learned the technique." "Sounds like a plan," I grinned and kissed him. We fell asleep in each other's arms, a common occurrence lately. I was up early the next morning to get ready to head to work. I had planned on gassing up my car when we went to supper but Randy drove in his car so I had to stop on the way in this morning. Lucas was waking up as I was finishing dressing. "This early bird doesn't want a worm before he goes to work," he suggested through a yarn. "No time this morning, but tonight there will be lots of time." "Sounds hot. I'll be thinking about this all day," Lucas proclaimed. "Good. I don't want you to be obsessing over Randy so don't bug him," I advised him. "No, I'm going to wait for him, no pressure from me." I left the marina and stopped at the nearest gas station to fill my car. I went in and paid and when I came out there was a light gray pick up truck at the next pump, on the door was stenciled "Property of US Government". Coast Guard Mike was putting a credit card in the gas pump. "Hey Paul, fancy meeting you here. We usually meet up on the open water," he snickered. I looked around before I said anything, "I don't think we should carry on here like we do on the water," I said quietly and then laughed. "Too many security cameras." "No, too many clothes," he said standing there in full uniform. "Won't have time anyway, I have to be at the Boston base to pick up supplies. But I'm glad I ran into you. I was going to stop by the boat this afternoon and see if I could talk to you, one on one." My stomach tightened at his comments. He wanted to talk to me without Lucas around. Was he proposing something happen between the two of us? Our meetings on the boat had been consensual with all of us present but I wasn't about to hook up with him behind Lucas's back. "I wanted to talk about your trip South this fall. I know you and Lucas are looking forward to it as an adventure but it could be very dangerous considering your level of experience and sailing skills. You do great around here but a long voyage like that is very different. Especially after seeing how Lucas melted down on you today. What will you do if he has another meltdown when you're 30 miles off shore passing the Carolina's and you have no idea what to do? I don't want to hear the radio call at the base for a ship in distress or worse." "Are you suggesting we don't sail South this fall?" I asked, wondering if he was trying to keep Lucas and I close for more hook ups. "No, not at all. I would like you to consider my offer of Dwayne and I sailing down with you as part of your crew. You're still the captain and Lucas will be second in command. We'll just be passengers unless we're needed, no strings, no expectations," he promised. I was stunned. I thought he was going to be hitting on me and instead he's offering, at least on face value, to take a week or more of his private time to help us get to Florida. He did have a valid point that neither Lucas nor I having the proficiency to take on a trip like the one we were planning. "I'll have to talk to Lucas and see what he thinks. That's a generous offer, thank you." "Of course Lucas will have a say in this. I wanted to talk to you first so I didn't get Lucas insulted that I thought he couldn't handle the trip. Let me know what you both think about my offer and Dwayne and I can meet you to discuss details," he offered. I thanked him again, gassed up and headed to work for the day. As I was headed back to the boat at the end of the day, Randy stopped me and asked if he could stop by later to talk to Lucas and me. He had been thinking about Lucas's list all day and had come to a decision. He wouldn't tell me what it was and only said he would tell us tonight. It sounded rather ominous but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. I got to the boat and told Lucas about the offer from Mike. To my surprise he was totally on board with the idea, no pun intended. Then I told him Randy was coming over to talk. "I've been thinking about things all day as well. I may have an idea, based on what Randy has decided," he told me. "Care to share?" I asked. "No, I want to wait and see what Randy says first." Randy came over later and sat on the read deck of the boat with us. The sunset that night was beautiful, hoping signaling a positive decision on Randy's part. "I've looked at the list you put together and the list I made up and they were very similar, with a few notable differences. You two really have a handle on what this marina really needs," he began. Lucas and I were both feeling good about the way this was going. "It today's market, it will cost just shy of $1 million to accomplish all of this. I have a few hundred thousand in liquid assets I can use but the rest would have to be a loan from the bank." "The property certainly must have that must equity, based on the price Marietta offered you," I jumped in. "Yes, a loan would be possible. But I'm too old to go that far in debt. I thought about this long and hard and decided to make some minor improvements without using all my cash on hand and let nature take it's course. If they beat me out then it was meant to be." You could have knocked us over with a feather. This was the last thing we expected Randy to say, especially after reminiscing about Ruby and the beginnings of the marina. "What about all the stories you told us at supper last night about how much it meant to you when you and Ruby began here?" Lucas said, grabbing at straws. "That's exactly it. It was a challenge in the beginning and Ruby and I had fun bucking the odds of us succeeding. Then Bart came along and made it all possible. Those days are gone and there is no way I can repeat that again. I know you boys are disappointed but there isn't much more I can do," Randy finished with a tear in his eyes. Lucas ran over and hugged Randy who hugged him back. "Maybe there is nothing you can do, but we sure as hell can!" Lucas yelled. "Bart left Paul and I a large inheritance of cash besides the boat. I willing to put up my share, five hundred thousand dollars to help pay for any improvements. And I'm sure Paul will do the same." His offer took me totally by surprise, especially as it included me. Not that I was opposed to helping Randy, I just wished he had said something to me first. Maybe he thought I wouldn't go along with his idea so he'd back me into a corner to make me chip in. "Thank you Lucas, that's so generous of you. Really generous since you're giving away Paul's money as well," Randy laughed. "But seriously, I couldn't borrow money off the two of you. It would be no different than borrowing from the bank. No, I appreciate the offer but I'm afraid my answer is no." "It's not a loan, Randy," Lucas continued, "You said Marietta offered you $8 million for the marina. Let Paul and I give you eight hundred thousand for ten- percent ownership in the marina. You would take your regular salary and at the end of the year Paul and I would get ten percent of the after tax profit as shareholders. Give us a chance to help you the same way Bart did." Everyone was quiet for a few minutes as Randy contemplated the offer, Lucas waiting for a 'yes' and I asked myself what the hell was I getting talked into. "Are you on board with this offer, Paul," Randy looked at me and asked somberly. Lucas played it correctly and put me in a spot where it was really impossible to say no. "Of course I am. I plan on docking here for many years to come so I will do what I can to make sure you're still here," I told him, partially the truth and partially what I thought he and Lucas wanted to hear. "I don't know. This is rather sudden. I'm going to have to sleep on this and let you know tomorrow," Randy said as he got up to leave. He gave each one of us a hug and a firm handshake, leaving for his office. "Was this the idea you had that you didn't want to tell me about?" I asked Lucas after Randy had left. "I didn't want to mention it, hoping Randy would go for the bank loan. But I had to do something, you know that. I hope you're not mad." "Not mad, just in shock that's all. Let's do like Randy and get a good night's sleep and think about it in the morning." We went to bed and lay next to each other. Lucas was tossing and turning and moving around. "I'm too keyed up to sleep. I can't wait to hear if Randy accepts our proposal," Lucas opened up. "Maybe I need something to take the edge of my nerves," as he reached down and took hold of my soft cock. "I don't think this something will do the job though," he giggled. "This is the second time tonight you have jumped the gun on proposing something without any warning. Maybe if you weren't so impetuous you'd have better results," I advised him. At that he rolled to me and kissed me while slowly squeezing and stroking my cock, bringing it to attention. "See, slow and steady gets better results every time," I commented. "You're right. How about that lesson I promised you," as he lowered his head to take my cock in his mouth. "You instruct and I'll practice," I said as I swung around to take his cock in my mouth, in a 69 position. He would perform a move on my cock and them he would wait while I would mimic it on his. This went on for about thirty minutes until we both shot our loads, me first, then Lucas. "Mmmm, now I can sleep," Lucas announced as he gave me a cum tasting kiss. We fell asleep wondering what the morning would bring for our future.