Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 09:46:35 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Sailor Boys - chapt 27 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 27 - The Journey Home --- "We'll be shoving off in fifteen minutes, Brandon, so ready the crew. We have to make San Diego by seven tonight." "Yes, Sir," Brandon answered; his head down realizing this would be the last leg of our journey. "Captain?" "Yes?" "Do we have to go home?" "Now, that's kind of a silly question, isn't it, Brandon?" I asked, as the boys looked at me at once, waiting for my answer. "I suppose." Brandon hung his head again. "Look, Boys. You've had a lot of fun on this voyage, am I right?" The boys all nodded their heads. "And perhaps someday, maybe even next summer, you can come back to the sea again. Maybe even back on The Mighty Miss." "The trip wouldn't be the same without you, Sir." Binder spoke up. "You gave us a chance to be ourselves." Shaun chimed in. "Yeah. Besides, nobody else would let us have our boyfriends." Thomas added. "Well, it seems all of you agree that this trip was a good idea. I'm glad. Like Shaun said, you were truly yourselves on this trip. Stay true to yourself, Gentlemen. That's the best advice I can give you." With that, I turned and left the galley. I returned to my cabin and closed the door behind me. I needed a moment to regain my strength, for I could already feel the pang of departure pain. I would miss these boys and indeed, had begun to believe they WERE my crew! A good captain doesn't simply dump their crew at a Port, and leave, as though it were the same flippant action as sprinkling salt on French Fries, does he? 'Damn it, Red! Pull yourself together!' I heard my mind say. 'Fuck you! I've grown to love these boys. How am I supposed to just leave them behind?' 'What are you going to do, kidnap them? Keep them forever? Come on. Get real. This isn't Lord of the Flies. Their parents will be at the San Diego docks, waiting for their return.' 'And if they don't return?' Now I was being silly. Fantasizing that somehow, someway I could keep all of them, right with me...forever. 'That's simple. If you don't get these boys back to their parents, as agreed, you'll be hunted down and killed like a rabid dog! And Jake would help them!' It was true. I could fantasize all day long, but the reality was, I needed to do everything in my power to return these boys back to their parents, and that was exactly what I was going to do. I wiped the tears from my eye, went to the head, and slapped some cool water on my face, and then went on deck. --- Binder and Thomas escaped back into their cabin. They knew they only had a few minutes, but Binder's erection would not go down, and they knew there was only one way to get a boy's hard on to go away. As Thomas closed the door behind them, Binder quickly slid his uniform shorts down, allowing his uncut dick to pop forward. He immediately grabbed the shaft of his hard dick and stroked the soft skin back and forth over his pink, leaking head. Thomas watched for a moment, and then, licking his lips, slid his own shorts down to the floor, kicking them away. "I want to suck it!" Thomas said, and knelt down in front of Binder, not even waiting for Thomas' approval. "Mmmmm," Binder moaned as Thomas' hot tongue touched Binder's sensitive head. Thomas slid the entire 4-1/2 inches of Binder's dick into his mouth, and could already taste the mild precum that was leaking from Binder's excited dick. "Oh yeah, Thomas...oooo....mmmm." Binder continued to moan as his orgasm began to build. Thomas had begun to stroke his own stiff dick, and the feeling of jacking off while sucking on Binder's dick was wonderful, and Thomas instantly wished that it would never end. However, Thomas would not be so lucky, as Binder began to buck his hips forward, pushing even more of his uncut cock into Thomas' hungry mouth. Thomas knew Binder was close to cumming and tightened his lips around Binder's throbbing love tool. "Oh yea...mmmm, that feels so goo....oh god...it's ummmm..." Binder shot his first jet of hot sweet boy cum straight down Thomas' waiting throat. As the spray passed across Thomas' tongue, he felt his own dick begin to shoot its precious fluid. Thomas yanked harder on his cock, squeezing and milking his young jism from his balls, all the while continuing to suck every drop from Binder's cock. Binder began to slow, and the drops of cum emitting from his dick coated Thomas' tongue, providing a delicate sweet flavor for Thomas to enjoy. As the boys began to breathe normally again, Binder looked down at his wet lover, seeing the spray of Thomas' cum that lay on his legs. Binder gently pushed back on Thomas, and knelt down; licking Thomas' cum from his legs, tongue bathing the boy. When Binder reached Thomas' balls, he sucked each one in, cleansed it with his tongue, before allowing it to escape again. It was then that they heard the rest of the crew gathering on deck. "Thanks, Binder," Thomas said as the boys began to kiss. Their embrace was short-lived, and they quickly dressed again, and ran on deck. --- "Ready to shove off, Captain." Brandon said, saluting me. I look down the straight line of boys that had occupied my ship for the last 6 weeks. All were saluting; all were dressed, pressed, and ready for duty. I swallowed hard. "Well, then. Let's go home." The boys reported to their stations, and I sat in my Captain's chair. Although the sky was gray, there was no wind to fill my sails. It was as though Nature herself was feeling as sad as I was to end my voyage. Oh sure, I thought to myself, there will be more trips with wealthy 'money-mongers,' but not like this one. Never again will I love a crew, like I've loved this crew. I fired up the diesels, and the deck hummed and vibrated. "Heads up, Boys. Here we go." I yelled, as I threw down all four throttles. The Mighty Miss bucked and whined, and then began her acceleration. She's a good ship; a strong ship; but a sensitive one, and Missy could feel my pain. "Captain?" Jeff broke my daydream. "Hey, Mister Man. Come to keep me company?" I smiled at him, which was forced, to say the least. "Will you write me?" It was at that point that I knew the knot in my throat would remain for the day, if not the entire month. "Yes, Jeffy, I'd like that. But only if you promise to write back, okay?" I mussed his hair, and then leaned down and kissed his head. "I'm going to miss you, Angel." I whispered only loud enough for Jeffy to hear. He threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. The rest of the afternoon was similar. Jeffy never left my side, and insisted that I go with him when he needed to use the head. As we motored through the calm waters with San Diego as our destination, each boy, one by one, paid me a visit at the helm. Brandon was first. "I wanted to say thank you for everything, Captain. I knew I picked the right ship for this trip, but I had no idea just how great it would be." "You've grown up during these six weeks, Brandon. Soon, you'll be a man on your own. I hope you'll remember the lessons I've taught you." I fought back the tears, and tried to swallow this annoying knot in my throat. "I will, Sir." He began to walk away. "Captain?" "Yes, Brandon." "Thanks for giving me a second chance. It meant a lot." He turned away and returned to his station. Andrew was next. "Brandon suggested that we say our goodbyes during the trip back, instead of in front of our 'rents." "Are you and Brandon going to still spend time together back home?" I asked. "I hope so. He loves me and I love him. We'll be in the same school next, so I guess so." He looked from the helm to where Brandon was standing. Brandon caught Andrew's eye, and blew him a playful kiss. "See what I mean?" Andrew said as he blew a kiss back. "Are you going to keep cooking?" "Yeah, I really like it. I've gotten to play around with a lot of new ideas here, and everybody says they liked my food." "You're a natural chef, Andrew. Never lose your passion for the things you love to do." I patted him on the butt, and he jumped down from the helm. "Thanks for letting me be the chef here, Captain. I had fun." "You're welcome." Thomas was next. "Sorry if I was too much of a handful," he said as he stood next to Jeffy, bumping him out of fun. "You weren't a handful, Thomas. You've got a devil streak the size of this ocean, and I wouldn't have liked you any other way!" Thomas threw his arms around me, and with a serious look in his face that I hadn't seen since he almost drowned, he softly said to me, "I love you, Captain. And, I'll always be grateful to you for saving my life." Thomas broke our embrace and as he looked up at me, I saw a single tear in his eye, illustrating his sincerity. I hugged him again, hoping he didn't see my own tears. And so it went...boy after boy, teary good-bye after another. By the time Shaun approached me, I thought I was lose my sight all together. "I talked it over with Miwaka, Captain. We want him to come stay with us next summer. Is that all right?" He looked at me with hopeful eyes. "I think that's a fine idea. We'll have to make sure we make that happen." "Thanks for bringing Miwaka on the trip. And thanks for letting us have so much fun!" Shaun began to cry as he hugged me. As he walked from the helm and returned to his station, I looked around The Mighty Miss and her crew. We had precious little time left together, and I had so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to do, so very much I wanted to give each and every one of them. But, like sand through an hourglass, it slips by so quickly. With the engines at almost full speed, we made the Port of San Diego slightly ahead of schedule. "Captain," Brandon said as he ran to the helm. "What about our uniforms?" "Tell the crew to keep them, Brandon. They'd never fit me anyway." I tried to lighten the mood a bit. --- As we entered the marina area, I slowed the engines, and then cut off two of the diesels. The Mighty Miss looked like a grand flag ship entering a port of call. Looking down at the helm panel, I saw the time was 6:45. We had made excellent time, and the end of our glorious trip was drawing near. As we drew closer to my berth, I could see three jet-black limousines lined up. 'Ahh, the money-monger parents.' "Ready the crew for arrival, Brandon." I yelled. "Aye, aye, Captain," Brandon yelled back. The Mighty Miss gently floated into her spot, and Russell, my trusted friend and dockworker was already waiting for the first line to be cast out and tied off. "Ahoy, Russell! Did you miss me?" I yelled out to him, shutting down the remaining two engines. "Oh yeah, you've become a regular celebrity around here!" He chuckled back at me. "All this hoity-toity shit, I guess I'll have to actually buy a tie!" He chuckled again at his own joke as he captured the first line, and tied it off. "I wouldn't bother, it'll pass before you know it." I nodded back to him. "Toss those lines, Thomas." "Aye, aye, Sir." Thomas replied with a smile. The doors of the limousines began to open, and I could tell by the smiles on the boys' faces that these parents belonged to Binder, Thomas and Brandon. The ship was secured and the gangplank lowered. Brandon and Shaun's parents were the first to come aboard my ship. Their mom hugged Shaun so tightly, I was sure his eyes would pop right out of his head. "I'd like to introduce my First Mate," I said proudly to them, as I wrapped my arm around Brandon's shoulders. "First Mate, eh? Mighty impressive, Bran," his father smiled proudly. "Look what the Captain gave me for my birthday," Shaun said gleefully, showing them the compass. "Well, it seems you boys faired the sea all right, but we must get going. Thank you, Captain, for taking such good care of my boys," Brandon's father said, as he extended his hand. I shook it firmly. "You've got two really good boys, Mr. and Mrs. Apernathy. You should be proud." I said, fighting back the tears once again. Mrs. Apernathy picked up Shaun's bag, and Brandon grabbed his own. "We're off then," she said with a smile. The boys followed their parents off the ship, but as they reached the middle of the gangplank, they both stopped. Brandon looked at Shaun, and Shaun looked back at Brandon. Then, they quickly turned and ran back to me. "We'll never forget you!" They cried out in unison as they both hugged me tightly. Mr. Apernathy looked on, touched by the emotion these boys felt for me. "You have my address, so I expect to hear from you!" I said sternly, trying to hide my pain. "Aye, aye, Captain," they responded. As the boys turned and continued down the gangplank, neither looked back. In truth, I was glad. I could feel my own tears welling, and I didn't want them to see it. But, deep down, I knew they felt the same way. Thomas was next to leave my ship, and although the parting was not as tearful, or passionate, it was special nonetheless. As he grabbed his bag and waved to his mom, waiting in the limousine, he poked me in the ribs, and quipped, "Thanks for the ride on your boat!" I glared at him and he started laughing loudly. He knew he got me one last time! I couldn't help but smile...the little devil! "Well, next time...NO lifejacket for you!" He laughed again, and waved good-bye as the door to the limousine shut, and the long, black car sped away. Andrew, Binder and Zach all left with Zach's mom, under the promise that they were spending the night at Zach's house, and then would go their separate ways from there. The look in Andrew's face as Brandon left my ship, told me only too well that it would seem like years before the two would see each other again, even though it would only be days. Binder looked just as lost when Thomas left the ship. Zach's mom called out to Zach as they hit the gangplank, and I saw Zach disappear onto the other side of the ship. "Let me get him for you." I said. As I walked to the opposite side of The Mighty Miss, I walked into the middle of their discussion. "Aren't you even going to say good-bye?" Zach asked Billy. "No! I won't say it." Billy responded, tears running down his face. "Look, we'll write. It'll be cool. You'll see." "You don't love me anymore, do you, Zach?" Billy cried out. "Don't be stupid, Billy. Yes, I do. I told you that." Zach reassured him. Billy ran to Zach, threw his arms around him and cried, "I love you too, Zach. I'll miss you sooo much!" "Good-bye, Billy." "I won't say it," Billy said through tears as they broke their embrace, "I'll just say see ya!" Billy tried very hard to smile, but it was half-hearted at best. "Zach, it's time to go." I said, stepping in next to Billy. "It'll be okay, Billy," I whispered to him. As the boys walked down the plank to Zach's car, they waved to us, and those of us left on board waved to them. They loaded up, and quickly sped away, leaving us behind. Max and Jeremy approached me, hand in hand. "My mom's here as well, Captain," Jeremy said softly. "Thanks for everything." "Yes, thank you. I...we...appreciate it." Max agreed. They each gave me a hug, and tromped down the gangplank, still hand in hand. Jeremy's mom smiled at them, perfectly content that the boys were in love. It made me smile to know that they had the support of a loving home. --- Twenty minutes later, Billy's dad arrived, rushing and out of breath, certain that the ship would leave and take his precious boy with it. "It's all right, Sir. We're moored for the night." I said encouragingly, trying to calm him. "I'm so sorry I'm late. The traffic was horrible, and this stupid Porsche keeps cutting out. Billy...where IS my boy?" He looked around the deck. "Here I am," Billy said, sulking as he rounded the corner, his bag in hand. "Billy!" His father shouted. "Oh, how I've missed you. Did you have a good time? Were you a good boy? Did you see anything exciting?" Billy came up to me, and gave me a gentle hug. "Good-bye, Captain." "Good-bye, Billy. Remember, I'm always here if you need me. And don't worry about Zach," I whispered to him. "He does love you!" Billy seemed to perk up at my words. He smiled softly at me, and I patted his back. Billy's father wrapped his arm around Billy, in a consoling and reassuring manner. He knew his son very well, but still the barrage of questions continued with Billy unable to answer any of them. I sighed softly, but was brought back to reality when Jeffy tugged on my shirt. I lowered my arms and lifted him to my chest. "Are you excited about going home?" I asked. "Kinda, but I'm gonna miss you, Cappy." "I'm going to miss you too, Mister Man! I love you, Jeffy." "I love you too, Cappy." Just then, a large Jaguar pulled up and honked. "That's Peter, our butler. I guess I gotta go." Jeffy said sadly. I put him down, and as his feet touched the deck, he hugged me tightly again. "Write me, okay, Jeffy?" I said, fighting back the worst of my tears. "I will, Cappy, I promise." He then grabbed his bag, and ran to the open car door, and Peter closed him in. As I watched the car begin to pull away, Jeffy rolled down the window and yelled as loud as he could, "I LOVE YOU, CAPPY!" And then began waving. That little angel of mine continued to wave for as long as he could see my ship, and as I watched the last of my original crew depart, the tears broke their stronghold, and poured down my face. --- Miwaka had been silent during the departures. In my own self-pity, I hadn't noticed his pain, watching these boys...the same boys that had become such good friends, being whisked away by their own parents. And as they departed, thoughts of his own mother and father flooded his memory and broke his tender heart. Oh how he wished his own mother were here, greeting him at the dock, and whisking him away to their home in Hawaii. I stood next to him, wrapped my arm around his shoulder, and hugged him tightly to my side. Miwaka said nothing. He merely dropped his head onto my shoulder and openly cried. After some time, I turned to him and lifted his head. He turned his swollen eyes to mine, and I whispered, "We have each other now. And, I'll always be here for you." Miwaka nodded softly. "I can't be your father, Miwaka," I continued, "But I will do what I can to make our time together as special and wonderful as I can." "I love you, Red," was all he could utter, and we once again embraced as the last of the sunset disappeared behind us. --- EPILOGUE: As promised, every one of the boys wrote us. In fact, Shaun and Miwaka kept up their correspondence more than anyone else. Two summers later, Shaun revisited The Mighty Miss, though it wasn't the same without the rest of my crew. Miwaka and Shaun felt it too. It's been ten years since that wonderful summer voyage. Miwaka went on to college, ironically enough, back in Hawaii. He graduates with his Doctorate in Science next term, and I'm so proud of him. Shaun didn't become the teacher he said he would be. At least, not in the traditional sense. He graduated from high school, went to vocational school, and is working as a Software Support Technician in Silicon Valley. He brags all the time about still visiting Santa Cruz. Jeremy and Max continued their close bond through high school, and are currently living together in Tucson, Arizona. They both have good jobs and are just as happy as the day they left my ship, hand in hand. Brandon continued his search for the niche he could call his own. He eventually settled into watercraft designing, and in his last letter from Massachusetts, reported that he was thinking of buying a schooner. "Not as big as The Mighty Miss," he quickly added. I laughed. Despite their close bond, Andrew eventually moved to San Francisco, and attended cooking school. He ended up mastering his skills and was offered a Head Chef position at an elite restaurant in the City. Billy realized his own dream of Indianapolis racing. Though he hasn't made it into the 'pro circuit' yet, his sponsor seems pleased with his progress, and Billy has managed to find just the right 'men' for his team. He laughs that there is plenty of 'greasing' for his gears. I was pleased to hear that Zach pursued his artist dream. He is still attending Cal State University, and is deciding between impressionism and watercolor. I wrote him back and joked that it didn't matter what media he chose, as long as it made him happy. My little devil boy Thomas realized his dream as well, although not on the sea. He had claimed that he wanted to save lives, and that's exactly what he's doing. As a volunteer fireman in his little town in Nevada, he gets to use water to assist him. Just last month, he wrote me to tell me that he had saved a woman and her son. "I remembered when you pulled me out of the water," he wrote me. "It was the same way when I pulled that little boy from his burning home." Though I haven't heard from Binder in some time now, the last I heard, he had taken over the family business. His father had become quite ill, and it appeared that he would be running the whole chain, instead of just one store. The one that surprised me the most was my Jeffy. For the first month, it seemed that we were writing every other day. Then, slowly, as time progressed and Jeffy grew up, the letters decreased. He met a girl named Susan in high school, got married, and is expecting their first child. "We're naming him Michael Jeffrey," he told me. As I sit here and look through the few pictures I have of my crew, I remember what a wonderful trip it was. Out of all the journeys past and present, none have compared to the summer I took on eleven young boys, and helped them become eleven wonderful men. THE END --- AUTHOR'S NOTE: This final chapter was the hardest to write. The characters in Sailor Boys have taken on a life of their own, and I truly hope you've enjoyed this adventure as much as I've enjoyed writing it. I want to pass on special thanks to the many readers and fans that have sent me messages of support, encouragement and accolades. Without you, Sailor Boys would not have lasted. It was not just my story, it was OUR adventure. I have other works I've written, and for those of you that truly enjoyed Sailor Boys, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com, and I'll be happy to pass on the titles. My best to all of you, and remember, "Be true to yourself!"