Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2003 07:54:57 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Sailor Boys - Chap 3 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 3 Like clockwork, exactly 20 minutes later, the boys were freshly dressed, and lined along the bow in a perfect line. "Ready for inspection, Captain," Brandon boasted. I walked past each one, like an Army General would. Then, when I reached the end of the line, I turned around and stood facing the last in the line. Binder was a fine looking boy of 11. Jet black hair, strong jaw line, and deep black eyes. It was almost too difficult to tell where his pupils ended and his irises began. Turning him around, I patted him down like a policeman would pat down a criminal. Then, happy with my inspection, patted him on the butt, and turned him around again. "You pass inspection," I announced, and moved to the next boy in line, Jeremy. Of course, I had already visually inspected this boy earlier, but was pleased to pat him down. As I patted down each boy, I was assessing his muscle strength and the firmness that only youth can provide. Their firm arms, smooth legs, and perky butt cheeks. It was a tactile paradise for my hands, and I could feel my dick stirring as I inspected my crew. This "inspection" continued through the line, until I reached Brandon at the opposite end. I stopped in front of Brandon. He inhaled and then held his breath. He was nervous about something, and when I stepped forward to begin my inspection, I noticed the tent forming in his pirate's pants. "This inspection will have to be private," I thought to myself. I backed up from Brandon. "Very well," I stated in a proud voice. "Very well, indeed. It appears that my crew is ready to take on the Island of the Whispering Palms." All the boys looked at each other. The excitement of some adventure off the boat was beginning to stir in them. "We'll be arriving in a couple of hours, and we'll only take provisions for the day. Report to your stations, and ready the ship to set sail. Dismissed." The boys scrambled to their appointed areas of The Mighty Miss. Orders were given by me, and repeated by Brandon. Before long, the five tan colored sails were raised and billowing out from the breeze that had begun to pick up. The next few moments were especially exciting for the boys, for the ship began to move faster and faster from the wind, kicking up the sea water onto the deck. With each upward lift of the bow, then downward crash on the sea, an after spray was kicked upon the deck and the faces of the boys in the front of the ship. More instructions were yelled to the crew, and sails were moved and tied, as the ship gracefully sped along the ocean waves. The sun shown brightly upon the glistening deck and the boys were silent as they moved about the ship, following their orders and handling The Mighty Miss like they had been aboard for years, instead of hours. As I steadied the ship on her course towards the Island of the Whispering Palms, I instructed Brandon to call the crew forward. Once again assembled at the bow, as the sea began to calm, I made my next announcement. "Strength is something that you gain as you grow..." I looked over the boys, as the calming water subsided the upward and downward motion of the bow to a much smaller level. "It's time to begin some of the tests I mentioned earlier. The first one is quite simply really. Make it to the top, ring the nest-bell, and return to the deck." I pointed to a small lookout perch at the top of the mainmast. Just below the crow's nest, was a small brass bell, with a rope dangling from it. With stopwatch in hand, I instructed the boys to climb the rope ladder than ran along the mainmast to the perch, as fast as they could. "Ready, Billy?" Without even a moment's hesitation, Billy began his climb. The pants of his uniform clung tightly to his firm round butt, and I enjoyed the show as he wiggled and scampered up the rope ladder. In fair time, Billy reached the top, rang the bell, and proceeded downward. When he reached the bottom, all the boys cheered and applauded, and some even patted Billy on the back. "You're next, Jeffy." Now Jeffy was a different story all together. He looked at me, and then looked at the perch and the ladder between. To Jeffy, the climb seemed like miles, and just then the wind had begun to pick up and began fluttering one of the sails. "It's all right, Jeffy. You can do it," I winked at him. My faith in him increased his own courage, and he proceeded up the ladder. Slowly, carefully, Jeffy made it to the top, rang the bell with pride, and began his descend. The large smile on his face was as wide as my ship's deck, and my heart warmed, proud of my little mate. When Jeffy touched the deck, the boys exploded with cheers and applause. "Excellent job, Jeffy. Proof that we're a team here." More pats on the back. "So? Who's willing to beat Billy's record?" The remaining boys all jumped up and down, with arms raised, "Pick me; I'm next; Pick me, Captain." One by one, I selected each boy, and sent him up the rope. I have to say, for Money-Mongers, their speed and agility was quite impressive. The last boy to be chosen was Andrew. At 12, Andrew was no kid to be messed with. Puberty was hitting this boy hard, and though he had the whitest blonde hair I had ever seen, the sun was acting quite harsh on his tender, pale skin. I could see that the whiteness was giving way to pink, and it would only be a matter of a few more minutes before a very nasty sunburn would be a real medical problem. Andrew hesitated for a moment, and then grabbed the fourth rung of the rope ladder. I then grabbed his free arm. "Wait a moment, Andrew." The stunned look on his face didn't hide the fear he was experiencing. Although he had raised his arm in excitement, just like the other boys, it was now that he was realizing how high the rope ladder went. I hadn't realized his fear of heights until I had stopped him at the rope. I was merely concerned about the beginning stages of sunburn, but now this fear was a greater concern. I decided to risk a few more minutes of exposure, as the "test" would do more for his self-esteem than any suntan lotion. "Be careful, Lad," I started to whisper to him. "Don't look down, and just take one step at a time." I then patted him on the back, and released his arm. Just as I had instructed, one rung at a time, Andrew rose to the top. I'm sure that the few minutes it took to reach the top felt like hours, as it did for us on deck. However, with great trepidation, Andrew reached the bell, and rung it once. The boys below couldn't contain themselves and started cheering. 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. "It was perfect, Andrew," Brandon announced. "Andrew, I want you to be my Assistant." Brandon's announcement surprised me. I expected him to select someone stronger or braver. Looking back on it now, Brandon showed more maturity than I could have ever imagined. It was his way of building Andrew's self esteem and courage, and even rewarding him for taking on the rope challenge, despite his own fears. I looked at Brandon and nodded approvingly. He made the right choice. --- The rest of the journey to the island was uneventful, and for the most part, no one spoke. I instructed Brandon and a couple of the other boys to help Andrew to his cabin, apply some ointment I had given them to his reddening face and arms, and leave him to rest. We reached the perimeter of the island, and, having dropped the sails, motored our way closer to the island. Within a close distance, I stopped the ship, and we dropped anchor. Provisions were made, and lifeboats loaded. Then, in teams of two, Brandon and half the crew in one boat, including Andrew; and the other half and I in the second boat; we paddled to the beach of the island. Jeremy and Max jumped out of the boat before it hit the sand and began running up the beach. I yelled for them to wait for us, and we arrived on the sand. Boats brought up the beach and tied off, Brandon gathered the crew for "Island Inspection." "I've been here many times, and can tell you that no one is 'supposed' to be here." I winked at them and smiled. "Of course, I have been known to run into a Scallywag or two. So, it's important that we stick together. We'll look for building materials, and begin construction of our hut on the beach." As we entered the deeper foliage, the only sounds heard were the chirping of the island birds and what sounded like a waterfall. I led the crew towards the water sound, and as we parted some of the thick leaves, we saw it. Sparkling clean and white, was the most beautiful waterfall you could ever imagine. Not huge, by measurement standards. Probably, only 30-40 foot high, but the water flowing down it was spectacular, and fell into a crystal pool. "I think the crew deserves a break, Brandon." "Yes, Captain," he said with a smile on his face. "You boys ever been skinny dipping?" I asked as I began to undress in front of them. Jeremy and Max took the clue immediately and began undressing as well. Jeffy wasted no time, and was the first one into the clear cool pool. Within moments my entire crew, naked as the day they were born, were splashing around in the water. I wandered over to the fall, and leaning backwards, allowed the rushing water to fall upon my head and back. It was like a full body massage and felt wonderful. Spying me, the boys came over and each wanted a turn. I stepped back into the pool, and watched as each boy took turns under the cascading water. There was a small ledge below the falls you could stand on, and the full view of each of these boys caused my cock to stiffen and my balls tingle. When Brandon stood, I was fully erect, and began stroking my hard dick. The water streaming down his glistening body was picturesque. His hair, dark from the wetness, clung to his head. My eyes wondered down his physique. Brandon had a narrow neck, strong shoulders and forming pectoral muscles. As he lifted his arms to push back his hair, I could see the small patches of hair below them. My eyes continued their exploration down his chest, to the fine treasure trail below his inward belly button. The trailing water led to a full bush was tight curly black hair above a semi-stiff cut dick. As the water cascaded around his dick and dripped from his yet hairless balls, my stroking increased. Two firm legs supported Brandon, and the only visible hair was on his calves. I moved my eyes back up to his stiffening cock, and that's when I noticed Brandon stroke it a couple of times. This was all it took, and I could feel my hot cum jet from the end of my stiff cock into the water around me. Stream after stream was milked out, until I finally expelled the last of my orgasm. I had to turn away from the falls for a moment, because the passion in my face would have given away what I was doing under the water. I rubbed the last of my cum from my dick and began moving out of the pool. "Hey, Captain!" Thomas called from behind me, and as I turned was splashed in the face by five devilish boys that were just waiting for the right moment! I jumped back into the pool and began splashing back. We stayed in the pool for an hour or so, splashing and playing. We even played a couple games of what the boys called, "Chicken." This is when you put one boy on your shoulders, while someone else does the same, and then the two teams try to push each other over. It was great fun, and everyone wanted to be on my shoulders. No one seemed to mind playing naked, and although I had plenty to look at, including a few of the boy's stiff dicks, I managed to keep my own dick from swelling again. --- After our pool play, we dressed and continued exploring the island. Materials were gathered and taken back to the beach, and although the rest of the crew worked very hard designing, creating and finishing our hut, I was careful to keep Andrew resting in the shade. He seemed upset by my decision, but I assured him that there would be plenty of other opportunities to help in the adventure. This seemed to sate him for now. The hut was quite an impressive sight. The boys had successfully created a two-room shack with a thick palm leaf roof and a stick door. We departed the island with the promise that on our return leg of our voyage, we would visit the island again, and see how our hut faired. Had I known what would be in store for us on that visit, I would never have made such a promise. --- Once again on deck of The Mighty Miss, we pulled anchor and set sail further south. I wanted to be secured in deeper waters before turning in for the night. As the sunset approached, I slowed the ship, instructed the sails to be lowered, and secured. Then, I dropped the anchor. As I secured the upper deck of the ship, the boys retreated to the galley to prepare the evening feast. With the active day, the boys wasted no time in preparation, and the huge meal was almost inhaled. Several conversations occurred at once, and each talked at great length about the day and everything they had seen on the island. I watched as Brandon spoke, and noticed a small hairline mustache above his upper lip. I smiled to myself at how mature he looked and how proud I was of his heroism with Andrew earlier in the day. As the boys began to clean up, I excused myself from the table, and instructed Brandon to meet me in my cabin in 10 minutes. "Once you boys have finished cleaning up the galley, you need to turn in for the night. Tomorrow will be another big day on our voyage, and you should be well rested. How are you feeling, Andrew?" "Better, Captain, better." He smiled at me, and the pinkish skin had begun to give way to its original milky white. "Excellent. Pleased to hear it. Good night, Gentlemen. Sleep well." I turned and headed to my cabin. Brandon knocked on my door, precisely 10 minutes later. His punctuality impressed me more and more. I allowed him into my cabin and shut the door behind him. "Brandon, I want to talk to you about what you did on deck today. It was nothing short of spectacular, and I was impressed by your leadership. The incident with Andrew proved to me that I had selected the right person for this job. You certainly know how to handle yourself and our crew." Brandon began to smile and the pride in his heart was showing in his face. "You know, it isn't easy to find someone with the natural ability to fit right in," I said as I laid my hand on his shoulder and guided him to the edge of my bunk. Seating him on my bed, I began to undress for sleep. "You also seemed very happy at the falls today. I noticed that you've matured quite a bit for someone your age. This was apparent to me during inspection today as well." The lights in Brandon's head began to flash, and he instantly realized what this little meeting was about. He had felt his own erection during inspection and again at the falls. And even though the Captain had said that being themselves was okay, Brandon knew this was not going to be acceptable, and he would have to be punished somehow. His head began to lower toward the floor. When I finished undressing, I walked back over to Brandon, and gently lifted his chin. His eyes met mine and for a moment we just stared at each other. I could feel my balls begin to twinge, as the blood began racing to my dick. "No need to be ashamed of it, Brandon. You're a good-looking young man, and you should be proud of what God has given you." His eyes then lowered to the rising dick that was just inches from his face. "Are you afraid of me, Brandon?" This question surprised him, and he immediately answered, "No, Captain." "Good," I said and smiled at him. Then I placed my hands on either side of his smooth face. "A First Mate can not be afraid of his Captain, but must also respect his Captain. Do you understand? It's important that a First Mate be there for his Captain." Brandon nodded, and as I peeked down towards Brandon's crotch, I could see the rising of his dick in his pirate's pants. "What would you like me to do for you, Captain?" I lifted Brandon from the bunk, once again placing my hands on his face; I leaned in and kissed him. "I want to show you how much I appreciate what you did today." And I kissed him again. As I began to move backwards away from Brandon's face, he stopped me, and moving forward, leaned in towards me. "Then kiss me again," he said and closed his eyes. I kissed Brandon again and again, and each one became more passionate than the last. As Brandon parted his lips and we began to touch each other's tongue, I let my hand drift downward over Brandon's body. As I reached the crotch of his pants, I could feel the heat of his rising dick. I gave it a gentle squeeze, and it rose to full attention. "I think it wants out, Brandon," I whispered to him as I squeezed his dick again. Then, carefully and slowly, I began to remove Brandon's clothing. I started with his shirt, releasing each button, and as I opened the material, I planted a kiss on his muscular chest, giving each round red nipple a kiss of its own. As the shirt fell to the floor, I slipped my fingers into the elastic waistband of his pirate's pants. Slipping them over his smooth firm legs, his erection popped up and gently tapped me on the chin. As I continued moving the pants downward, I opened my mouth, and looked up at Brandon. Taking his cue, he moved forward and delivered the full length of his dick into my waiting mouth. Sucking on Brandon was incredible, and as I moved my lips up and down on his young shaft, he pushed his hips forward trying to bury his erection further into me. My own stiff dick was beginning to leak, and it was anxious to feel the heat of this young lover. I pushed Brandon backwards on my bunk, and once again buried my face down to his pubic hair. Brandon moaned softly and began to match the rhythm of my sucking. I then moved my tongue across his hairless balls, and sucked each one into my mouth, rotating them with my tongue. "Mmmmmm," he said, as I continued to give my First Mate oral pleasure. Then, I moved my tongue down to his boy pussy, and began licking around the hairless hole. Brandon moved his hips upward, further exposing his most tender spot. I stuck my tongue in, and Brandon inhaled deeply. Lubing the boy with my tongue, I began stroking my dick, and rubbing the precum over the end of it. I then sat up, and whispering into his ear said, "Just relax. I want you to enjoy this." I lined the head of my cock to his hole, and pushing gently, entered Brandon. He inhaled again, and moved his hips upward. I could tell this was the first time Brandon had experienced such lovemaking, and so I stopped for a moment, giving his ass time to relax and get used to the size of my dick. Then, kissing him again, I pushed further forward, and as I pushed, Brandon began to kiss me back. The more I pushed, the harder Brandon kissed me, as if transmitting the energy of my fucking to his lips. In short order, Brandon relaxed, rested his hips, and allowed me to begin my inward and outward love movements. The walls of Brandon's ass wrapped around the shaft of my dick and began milking my lovejuices from it. I pushed harder into Brandon and could feel my balls begin to boil. "Oh yes," he said as I pushed again, deeper into his boy pussy. As I fucked Brandon faster and faster, I began pumping his dick and could feel the first few drops of precum on the end. While still fucking him, I reached down, and lapped up the droplets with my tongue. The intense heat of my tongue on Brandon's dick was more than the poor boy could take, and he began to explode. The first shot erupted from his dick across my tongue and onto my face. I quickly opened my mouth and engulfed his erection, in order to capture the next stream of boy cum. Brandon delivered two more streams of hot sweet cum across my waiting tongue, and as he ejaculated, his ass tightened around my cock. I began to pump him harder, and I could feel my own orgasm approaching. "I'm going to be a part of you now, Brandon," I said as I exploded deep inside his ass. Brandon inhaled again as I came inside him. As the last few drops of cum emptied into my First Mate, I leaned in and kissed him again. The taste of his own spunk on my tongue, he moaned softly as bathed my tongue with his own. My dick began to relax, and as it popped out, it carried a small trail of my own spunk out of him. I lay down beside him, and Brandon looked into my content eyes. "I hope we get to do that again," he said and smiled at me. I kissed him again and said, "You can count on it, Brandon." I let him rest on my chest for a few moments and then said to him, "I was hoping that you could help me with the rest of this crew, Brandon. I'd like to see how much fun we can have on this voyage." I winked at him, and Brandon knew immediately what I meant. Not only was Brandon going to be my First Mate, but also my little assistant with helping the boys "enjoy" their sexuality as well. I had no idea how far this would go, but with 5 1/2 weeks of uninterrupted time left, it was worth the efforts. "Yes, Sir!" Brandon smiled and then lay his head on my chest again. A short time later, a soft knock on my door. Brandon paused and held his breath. Then, the knock again. With no choice, I rose from the bed, and went to the door. Opening it, I discovered the source of this gentle knocking was none other than my little mate Jeffy. It was clear that Jeffy had resolved himself to taking up permanent residence in my cabin. I let him in and, seating him in my chair, said to Brandon, "That will be all, Brandon. I'll see you in the morning. I expect the crew up and ready by 8:00 AM." "Yes, Captain," he said as he finished dressing and left my cabin. I turned to Jeffy, gave him a huge hug, and said, "If you're going to sleep in my cabin, Jeffy, I have to be able to trust you." "Don't worry, Captain, I won't say nothing." He smiled at me, and I knew instantly that he was being sincere. I hugged him again, and then I undressed him for bed. As I crawled into the bed sheets, Jeffy crawled in behind me, snuggled his naked body next to me, and rested his head on my shoulder. Secure in our "regular" position, Jeffy and I drifted off to sleep. --- Jeffy and I woke to the wonderful aroma of frying bacon, and it was a moment or two before I realized what the smell was and that we had clearly overslept. I was surprised that my First Mate hadn't called on me, but I suppose he figured that the events of yesterday were just as draining on me as they were on my crew. He was right about that. I slept so well last night that I don't even remember dreaming. Jeffy and I scrambled out of bed, dressed, and hurried ourselves down to the galley. Upon entering the doorway, all commotion stopped. The boys looked at us and in unison cried, "Good Morning, Captain!" I was shocked. I wanted teamwork, and that was exactly what I got. The timing could not have been better. Just a moment later, the last of the prepared hotcakes hit the galley table. "Most impressive, Crew. Most impressive." I smiled at the boys, and patted a few on the back. "Most impressive," I repeated. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.