Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2003 07:54:57 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Sailor Boys - Chap 1 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! --- CHAPTER 1 Andrew looked down to see his fans, and lost his grip on the rope ladder. His frail body twisted and arched away from the mainmast. It seemed that time slowed like one of those instant replays on TV. I could see his back arch and turn, then his head lower towards the deck. As he began to fall from the rope ladder, one of his ankles caught one of the rungs and twisted within it. Andrew stopped quickly and his limp body began slamming against the main sail. Dangling by his ankle, I could tell that he had passed out. He didn't move. "Andrew," someone screamed, and I snapped out of my shock. I was about to race up the ladder, when I realized that Brandon was already on his way up. I hadn't revealed any race times to the boys, but everyone knew Brandon's time was the best. In what seemed like 2 seconds, my First Mate was at the top, supporting Andrew. "Easy, Boy." I hollered up to him, as I began my ascent. "Just hold him there and don't let go." I reached the rungs just below Andrew, and stepped over onto one of the crossbeams of the main sail. I wrapped a rigging line around my left arm, and while holding on, began to lift Andrew with my right arm. Finally getting the boy upright, I instructed Brandon to hold him in place. Then, releasing myself from the rigging line, and climbing to the other side of the main mast, I grabbed Andrew by the waist. Then, one rung at a time, carried the boy back down to the safety of the deck. A moment later, Brandon was by my side. I laid Andrew face up on the deck, and told the boys to back away. "Give the boy some air," I said. Andrew was breathing, and began to open his eyes. "Did I win?" I smiled at him. "As a matter of fact, Andrew, you had the fastest time I've ever seen. You even beat Old Captain." The boys cheered and Andrew smiled back. --- I'm getting way ahead of myself. I suppose you should know how I got these boys onto my ship to begin with. My name is Michael McFlannery. I'm originally from the great grasslands of Northern Ireland, but have lived in the United States most of my life. Since the uprising, my parents moved my sister and I to the States, and I've only returned to my "homeland" occasionally. I'm a ships man, a Sea Captain to be more specific. My specialty is carting worthless millionaires around the globe, in my boat. I know, I know, my comments about rich people are said out of the side of my mouth, while my greedy bugger of a hand reaches out for their stuffed wallet. I got rights, you know. One of them rights is to say what I want. Just don't tell them rich boys, yar hear what I'm telling ya? My friends call me "Red," cuz of my bright red hair. I hate the name actually, but since I've lived with it for almost 40 years now, I've grown attached to it. Ahh, but enough about me, it's my girl I want to tell ya about. The Mighty Miss is her name. Finest vessel the sea has ever seen. Mahogany for miles, I tell ya. She's a gorgeous 90-foot Schooner that sleeps 12; has a full galley, and 4 diesel outboards. Yes sir, she's a seaworthy craft not to be reckoned with. Most of my trips are short timers. These folks and their wee ones are just looking for a little adventure on the high sea. Truth be told, not one of them leave more than 6 miles past the harbor, and I've only had one family actually spend the night. That record was about to change when I accepted my latest voyage. "Captain McFlannery? Remember me?" The boy stood at the edge of the gangplank with curious eyes and a smile that melted my heart. I thought my eyes were deceiving me. But, it was true. There, standing before me, was my favorite boy, Brandon Apernathy. I had met Brandon when his family booked one of my short voyages. He and I hit it off right away, so of course, I remembered him. "Well now," I started to say, "I haven't seen you since last year. How's the family? And what brings you out to the waters edge on a fine summer day?" "I need to talk to you. May I come aboard?" Brandon always impressed me with his quick learning of my ship's rules. "Permission granted...come aboard, Lad, and tell me what's on your mind." Brandon explained that he and some of his friends wanted to do something special for the summer. They had been places and had adventures that most kids only see on television, but this summer had to be unique for them. It was Brandon's idea to take a six-week sea voyage, and he knew the perfect ship to go on: The Mighty Miss. The families, rich little buggers, would pay whatever I asked for the experience and were only too happy to have their boys out of their hair for the summer. Now understand that although I love The Mighty Miss, she costs a pretty pot of the leprechaun's gold to keep her berthed here, plus the upkeep to keep her looking her best. Me mum and dad left a nice little chunk of cash behind, but I'd 'bout spent all of that. It was as though the Gods were smiling on me, and I dare not turn it down. There was one more piece of information that Brandon needed to share with me. He hesitated, looked down at the Mahogany deck, then said in almost a whisper, "My friends...they're...we're..." He was having trouble getting the words out. "We're gay, Captain." He stopped and looked at me, trying to gauge my response. I let him off the hook. "And?" I asked with a smile on my face. "We've had problems on past adventures," he said, almost embarrassed. "I wanted you to know in case you don't like gays." Brandon may have suspected my homosexuality on our last trip, though I try very hard not to let it show to my customers. "Well, Little Man, you've got yerself a vessel!" I smiled at Brandon, and he ran up to me and hugged me tightly. I instantly remembered why this boy stuck in my memory so well. I hugged him back. --- Thursday morning broke with a clear blue sky and light breeze over the bow of my beautiful lady. In two hours, the boys began to arrive in limousines, and S.U.V.'s. Brandon and Shaun, his 11 year old brother, were almost the last to arrive. However, that privilege was reserved for Master Maximillion Tempstone, of Beverly Hills, California. The open air grew stale when he and his snooty cigarette-smoking father arrived. Mr. Tempstone stepped onto my ship, and stuck out his hand to greet me. I hesitated to shake it. Noticing my hesitation, he said, "Nice boat," as he threw his cigarette onto my clean deck, and smashed it with his well-polished shoe. Then turned to his boy, and stated, "No trouble this time. I'm not paying for another one of your fuck-ups. Bon voyage," he waved, as he walked back down the gangplank to his car, and sped off. There they were. 10 of the most innocent, helpless, yet excited boys you could ever imagine. Not one of them weighed more than 120 lbs. My passenger list consisted of Jeffrey, 9; Jeremy, William (or Billy, as I soon learned), and Thomas, all 10; Shaun, Binder, 11 each; Andrew, Zachery, and Maximillion, age 12 each; and finally Brandon, age 13. As I pulled the gangplank in, I peered over my shoulder at them. It was overwhelming. I knew this voyage would be something special, but I had no clue how special the trip would be for the boys or for me. The boys watched me carefully from the deck, and with the gangplank secured, I leaned back against a rail and stared back at them. This lasted for almost 5 minutes, and I'm certain they thought I was crazy. In actuality, I was sizing them up. I was left in charge of 10 of the richest little brats in the western U.S. For six weeks, no less. "There's some ground rules here." I began as I eyed each boy individually. "One: You'll respect me and my lady during this trip. Don't think for a minute I won't pitch your sorry ass right over the Starboard Bow. Two: You'll respect each other. You'll also learn to work as a team. There's only ONE Captain on this ship, and that's me. Three: My commands are as good as God's word. You'll do exactly as I say during this entire trip, or you'll find yourself locked away til I can find some port to dump you off. What I tell you is for a reason, and they'll be no arguing 'bout it. My ship is my country, boys, and there's no votes. Four: You'll learn to cook, clean-up, bath yourselves, and follow my schedule to the letter. And, finally, this deck will remain spotless at all times. Your mums and dads might let you piss on the floor, but it's not gonna happen to me lady." I stared directly at Maximillion. I then pointed to the spot where his dad had crushed the cigarette. "That'll be your first chore, Maxie!" The rest of the boys began to giggle, but a stern look back from me ended it just as quickly as it had begun. "Well, that's it for now. I'm sure I'll have more later on. Get your things stowed down below. You'll find your cabin assignments listed on the door, and your uniforms inside." "What?" Andrew questioned. "Uniforms?" "That's right, Matey," I snickered at the sassy boy. You boys want an authentic trip, and I'm going to see to it that's exactly what you get. Now, shove off." The boys had no clue what to expect, and I could hear them whispering to themselves as they went down the stairs to the lower cabins. "This may not be such a bad voyage after all," I chuckled to myself, as I began to hoist the lines from the dock. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.