Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2022 15:45:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: I'm The Captain - Chapter One This is a story about a young man who by all measure should had led a normal and happy middle class up bringing. Instead, circumstances and a ambitious father had made his life miserable. His only outlet was sailing with his uncle, which his father had curtailed for reasons the young man didn't understand. His uncle's passing had made some profound changes in his life, some very unsettling. 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. 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. 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 One The gentle breeze drifting in my open window slowly brings me out of my sleeping stupor. The smell of ocean air fills my nostrils bringing back pleasant memories of a carefree ten-year old on the open ocean in his uncle's sailboat. Being named my Uncle Bobby's First Mate was a honor I didn't take lightly. The sun, the salt air, the wind snapping the sails as it fills them with the power to propel us through the waves. As the wind picks up so does our speed, the boat heeling over as the bow splits the waves pushing ahead towards our destination, wherever it may be. Living on the coast on the South Shore of Massachusetts made mornings like this possible. I am shaken from this memory by my mother hollering for me to come down to breakfast. Back to reality, not something I enjoy lately. I'm a very shy and introverted person, even at my advanced age of 24 years old, a college graduate and gainfully employed, at least for now. My life so far, with the exception of my time with my uncle, has been one miserable episode after another. My senior year of high school my close friend invited me to tag along with him to a party at the football team's quarterback house. It was a party to see and be seen at as far as the social circle of high school was concerned. This was the first time I had ever been to something like this. I was excited. The house was packed with people, pizza slices were being devoured like potato chips and beer was like the foam on the incoming tide. The head cheerleader was there of course, a girl I've had a crush on for some time. After a few cans of liquid courage, I approached her to strike up a conversation. Unfortunately my lack of social skills left me looking like a complete fool, not being able to carry on a coherent conversation. She and her friends just laughed at me and walked away. Back to the beer for some cans of consolation. I was so embarrassed I had to get away. The formal living room was off limits to anyone at the party, the door shut to keep us out. A perfect place to hide. I open the door and quietly slipped in, closing the door behind me. A magnificent room, white furniture, a white rug and pictures and trophies placed all around the room. I sat on the couch with my head in my hands, mad at myself for coming to this party and then making a fool of myself in front of all the cool people from school. Suddenly the over indulgence of beer and pizza began to rumble in my stomach. Before I could react my stomach unloaded itself like Mt Vesuvius blowing pizza and beer puke all over the white couch and rug. An evening to hang with the in crowd has turned into a complete disaster. I cracked the door and saw no one near by so I made a quick exit. Unfortunately someone did see me. My identity wasn't revealed until the next morning when the parents discovered the putrid mess in their living room. My parents were called and I was grounded for the rest of the school year, not that it mattered. I had no place to go and no one to go anywhere with being a social pariah. The quarterback was suspended for three games, which made the team miss the state finals. Someone getting sick shouldn't have resulted in such a total mess. But I'm not just someone. My father is a local politician, looking to climb up the ladder from local office to statewide office someday. Our family had to live exemplary lives with no hint of scandal. My brothers and I could date but don't ever think about coming home to say that your girlfriend was pregnant. No DUI arrests, no smoking pot or any drugs. Go to church as a family every Sunday. The wholesome family unit. All except the one who got drunk and puked at a house party. When I went away to college my father picked a school in Utah, home of the Mormons. He figured they would be a good influence on me. I just attended class and studied for four years. No parties, no dates, no interaction with anyone unless absolutely necessary. Most guys go to college to get a degree but also to do a lot of partying and have lots of sex. My high school fiasco trying to score points with the cheerleader permanently scarred me for life. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. When my horniness got the better of me, which wasn't often, I just pulled my cock out and jerked off, concentrating on how good it felt without watching porn or indulging in any of the usual fantasies about any particular girl. Then back to my studies. I would still wake from dreams of being with my uncle on his boat. He was a retired Navy man and knew everything there was to know about sailing and the ocean. For some reason my father forbid me to go with him by the time I was twelve. In fact all contact was cut off with him and I never did understand why until years later. He fell ill my senior year of college and was confined to a wheelchair in a nursing home. When I came home from college on holidays I would ignore my father's no contact edict and go visit him. He would have me take him to the marina and just sit in his boat, quietly smiling my way but conversation was very limited due to his severe emphysema. He passed the week of my final exams and I wasn't able to make it home to attend his funeral. I felt I had let him down not being there to say goodbye. After graduating with high honors my father used his political connections to get me an entry-level job with the company building a wind farm off the coast of Cape Cod. He explained it was the foot in the door to a growing industry. Didn't really matter if I didn't want my foot in that door or not. Working in the green energy arena was good for his next campaign. As an entry-level job, the pay wasn't great so here I am at 24 years old, a college graduate and still living at home. "Hurry down for breakfast, Paul, or you'll be late for work. I made your favorite, blueberry pancakes," my mother yelled up the stairs. Breakfast every morning and my laundry done for me were a few perks of living at home. I dreaded running into any of my classmates when I returned home but I convinced myself that the disastrous party was behind me. Not so. The second day in town I was crossing Main Street when a Home Depot delivery truck stopped right next to me. "Hey look, its Puking Paulie!" yelled the driver. I looked quick and saw it was the quarterback from high school. He had a worse night than I did back then. He and the head cheerleader hooked up and she ended up pregnant. She was only seventeen at the time so her father threatened to file rape charges if they didn't get married. He lost his football scholarship, a chance to play college ball and maybe even a shot at the NFL. I hustled down the sidewalk embarrassed but smiled on in the inside knowing he was more screwed than I was. As I sat down to eat breakfast my mother passed me a letter. "This came last week, I forgot to give it to you," she apologized. It was a registered letter from a law firm. "Holy shit, mom, a registered letter from a lawyer? This can't be good," I hollered at her as I ripped it open and read the enclosed letter. "Christ, mom, it says I'm supposed to be at a meeting this afternoon for a disposition of assets conference. I don't even know what the hell that means and I have no time to find out now. You really screwed me, mom." "Well I'm sorry, I was just trying to help. If you're don't like it maybe you should have your own address," hinting that I should move out. "I'd love to but the job that dad has me locked into doesn't pay enough," I snarled. I pushed my plate of pancakes away uneaten and stormed out of the house. I didn't want to be late to work on top of everything else. There had been a meeting with the president of the company and all of the engineers last Friday. Earlier in the week I had suggested a change in the way we were designing the bases for the windmills. As the low man on the totem pole, I made the suggestion apprehensively. The rest of the engineers in the department I worked in liked my idea and wanted to explore it. I gave them some references to similar work done on the West Coast. When the president met with us he went ballistic, chewing my ass. "Oh well the guy fresh out of college wants to tell us we're doing things all wrong and he knows better than the rest of us that have been doing this for twenty years," he barked at me. "Respectfully, sir, maybe after twenty years its time for some new ideas," I timidly but defiantly replied. Looking around, the rest of my colleagues were cringing and looking in any direction other than mine. Luckily his cell phone rang and he left the room to take the call. I wasn't sure if I'd still have a job this morning. I had no sooner got to my workstation than the president walked up to me. "Paul, I want to apologize for my outburst Friday. I was having a really bad day." "No, I am the one who should apologize. I'm new and I'm sure there are channels to go through to bring up a new idea. I'm just not familiar enough with this company to know the proper procedure," I groveled. "The rest of your team came to my office and explained the potential benefits and cost savings of your idea. You haven't been here long enough to know protocol but you have already earned the loyalty of your coworkers. That's impressive," as he reached out to shake my hand. As I put my hand out I was till holding the lawyer's letter. I switched hands but not before he saw it. "None of my business but do you have legal problems?" he asked. "I just got the letter this morning, something about the disposition of assets conference this afternoon that I'm supposed to be there for, whatever that means." "Has someone close to you passed lately? Sounds like a reading of a will and you have been left an inheritance of some sort. Take the afternoon and go see what it's all about," he offered. Uncle Bart must have left me something in his will. That really made me feel guilty that I didn't attend his funeral. I met the lawyer at his office and was surprised to find I was the only one invited to the reading. He opened a folder and looked it over before speaking to me. "Paul, to make this short and simple, your Uncle Bart didn't have any close friends and you were the only relative who cared about him so he had left all of his assets to you. There is a sizable amount of cash and liquid assets and of course, his sailboat." His sailboat! Fuck the money, he left me his sailboat? His sailboat is now mine! I asked the lawyer if there was anything else, as I stood up anxious to leave and go to the marina to see MY boat. "I just need you to sign some papers and then I'll send the rest of the papers over to you that you'll need to transfer everything into your name," he told me smiling at my enthusiasm. I bolted out of his office and ran to my car. I had to contain myself not to break land speed records traveling the thirty miles to get to the marina. I slammed my car into park in the lot, jumped out and stood there looking down on the boat, my boat. I ran down the stairs to the gangplank that led to the dock where the boat was located. I reached the slip and just stood there looking at the boat. So many memories came flashing back to me, sailing with Uncle Bart. I walked over to it and ran my hand along the gunwale like I was caressing the shoulder of a lover. In actuality, I was. This boat had always been my one and only true love. I swung my leg over and climbed down into the boat and just stood on the deck, feeling the movement of the water slowly rocking the boat. This was not your average garden-variety sailboat, no sir. Nothing but the best for Uncle Bart. This was a Hunter 44-foot aft cockpit double cabin boat. It was totally self contained with a fresh water system, generator, two spacious luxurious cabins, custom cockpit cushions and seats, a full galley and more electronics than the Mercury space capsules. This was a boat you could comfortably live aboard full time, as he did, and sail up and down the coast as the seasons dictated. And now it was mine, all mine. Suddenly the enormity of the situation set in. Uncle Bart would let me steer and have me help him trim the sails but I knew next to nothing about taking care of this fine boat, let alone sailing it. As I was in the throes of a panic attack, a young man walked down the dock and stopped next to the boat. "Can I help you sir?" he politely but firmly asked. "Just admiring this fine specimen of a vessel," I replied back to him. "I'm not sure the owner would want any uninvited sightseers trespassing on his boat," he warned me. "Oh, and who might you be, marina security?" I huffed at him. " I'm second mate for Captain Benson on this boat, that's who I am," as he puffed his chest. "Only the second mate?" I goaded him. "Yes, Captain Benson already has a first mate but he wouldn't tell me who it is. I've yet to meet him," he said looking down at the dock. "Captain Benson died a few months ago and I don't know what is going to happen to his boat. I heard a rumor it was left to someone in his will. As much as I wish I was the lucky one, the manager of the marina said the new owner would be here any day to claim the boat." "Well now you've met the first mate, First Mate Paul Benson at your service. And your name?" "Lucas Wentworth, sir. I work at the marina and would help Bart so often he made me his Second Mate. He took me sailing many times and taught me most of what I know about this boat and sailing in general. I'm glad to meet you," as he jumped into the boat and extended his hand to me. I took his hand and felt something twinge inside me. He extended his left hand to take a hold of my forearm as we exchanged a firm handshake. The actual shake was brief but our hands stayed locked together a little longer, looking into each other's eyes. There was something about this young man that was causing a stir inside me, and in my groin for some unknown reason. My only physical contact with anyone for years had been the perfunctory handshakes here and there but this was more. I couldn't explain why it was more but it was. "What a minute, You're Paul?" he asked excitedly. "Yup, that's me." We broke our handshake but Lucas grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. "Follow me, I have something I have to show you," as he practically danced his way across the aft cockpit and into the hatch to go below deck. He stopped at the galley and pointed to a picture on the table. "Bart had me place it here a few weeks before he died." It was a picture of Uncle Bart and myself when I was nine years old sailing on the ocean in this boat. I was standing at the wheel with him standing right behind me, his hand on my shoulder. I remember it like it was yesterday. There was a hand written inscription on the bottom of the picture. "To Captain Paul, fair winds and following seas for you. Uncle Bart" That was too much for me. I had never really got a chance to grieve his passing. I slumped down in the seat at the table and just broke down and balled like a little baby, tears flowing down my face as my body shuddered and shook. Lucas knelt next to me and put his arms around me, holding me tight. He also started crying, although not as badly as I was. "He never told me you were his first mate but he spoke of you often. He loved you very much. It broke his heart when your father forbid you to visit him," Lucas told me between our sobs. "I never understood why my father did that." "You never knew? Uncle Bart was gay and your father felt it would reflect badly on the family and his image if it got out that his only brother was gay," Lucas explained. "That fucking asshole! His precious reputation and image was more important than his own brother was! I would have never thought my father could be so selfish. Although he did screw me over to save face with the people in town." I explained to Lucas my trouble in high school and the effect it had on me ever since. "Man, that sucks. You deserve better than that." His consoling words were calming me down to the point I had stopped crying. His hug was some more physical contact that set something off inside me again. It felt so reassuring to have someone touching me in a personal way. There was definitely something about Lucas that pulled me towards him, emotionally as well as physically. "You're still living at home with him?" he asked shaking his head. "Yes, I can't afford a place of my own, at least not yet." "Of course you can. Right here! Bart lived aboard until he got sick. He would invite me to stay in the other cabin if we got back from a sail late in the evening. I've been staying aboard to keep an eye on the boat until the new owner showed up. It's awesome living here full time, you'll love it." Lucas stood up swinging his arm to give me a sweeping view of the living quarters. This might be the answer to all my problems. Between the cash Uncle Bart left and this boat, I could finally be independent. But this was all too new to me. "I'm have no idea how to set up life aboard. I'm sure I could learn but it might take a while. Would you be willing to take a promotion to First Mate and help me? You're welcome to stay here with me for a while," I asked, not knowing where that came from or why I was being so forward with someone I had just met minutes before. I was hoping with all my soul that he would say yes, however. "Would I? Hell yes I will! When I get done with you there won't be an inch of anything on this boat you're not intimately familiar with," he proclaimed. Did that include being intimately familiar with Lucas? I like him, he was easy to talk to, outgoing and friendly to a fault. I could see why Uncle Bart liked him. If Uncle Bart was gay was there more to their relationship? Lucas was a good-looking young man, tanned and fit. He stood almost six feet tall with a trim, almost slender figure. His T-shirt and shorts he was wearing showed off his muscles in his arms and legs. His hair was bleached out already from the sun and it was only the beginning of summer. "I'll take you to the marina office and introduce you to Randy, the owner, and let him know our plans. He'll be glad to meet you," Lucas grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. "Let's clean up a little first, we both look a mess." Lucas went to the galley sink and wet a towel. He came back to me and started to wipe the residual tears from my face. He held my chin with one hand as he wiped my cheeks with the other, sending a chill up my spine and a rush of blood to my crotch. These new feelings were making me nervous so I reached up and took a hold of his hand t remove it from my chin. As I slowly moved his hand away from my chin, he looked deep into my eyes and smiled. I was frozen in place, returning the look into his eyes as I realized I was still holding his hand. Finally Lucas broke the mood. "There, now you look presentable." All traces of the tears were gone but my forehead was covered in sweat. I was conflicted, wanting this moment to last but needing to get on shore to wrap my head around the feelings I was having. The boat, the picture, Lucas; my head was about to explode. Lucas spoke and a calm came over me at the sound of his voice in the midst of my turmoil. "Let's go ashore and meet Randy. He's probably wondering where I got to anyway. I'm still supposed to be working," he laughed. "Public relations with the new owner," I laughed. "For sure, I want to have a good relationship with the new owner," he smiled and winked at me. As I climbed up out of the boat I suddenly realized I felt my cock had chubbed up. What the hell is going on with me? I'm not gay. Something about Lucas has stirred up feelings I've never experienced before. My life may be in for some huge changes, changes I'm not ready for at this point. Lucas gave me the guided tour of the marina as we headed for Randy's office. Randy was an older gentleman, his face showing the toll that years of sun and salt air had taken on him. We chatted about my uncle and the boat and what my plans were. "I'd like to still keep the boat here in the same slip if I can. It's going to take me a while to get familiar with her. I'm considering living aboard her in the near future, at least for the summer anyway," I told Randy. "The slip is paid for through the end of the year so you're more than welcome to stay right where you are. Bart lived aboard her so that will be no problem. Lucas has been staying aboard to keep an eye on the boat until it we knew what the disposition of his assets was going to be. We both so glad the boat stayed in the family and will be staying her with us," Randy told me. "I am as well. That boat means so much to me. Thanks for letting Lucas keep an eye on it. He seems very helpful," I replied. "He can be helpful but he can also be a pain in the ass," Randy looked at Lucas and smirked. "If he ever gets in your way just tell him to get lost." "I'd be the one that would be lost if he wasn't around," I returned the smirk towards Lucas. We left Randy's office and walked back to my car. "Let me know when you're ready to move on board. I'll be glad to help with anything you need," Lucas offered. "Thanks. I'll have to get some things squared away at home first. I'm looking forward to this. The first adventure I've had in years," I snickered. "I'm looking forward to this as well. We're going to get along just great." Lucas leaned in for a hug, something I was not expecting. It was an extended hug, Lucas running his hands up and down my back, whispering in my ear, "I'll be waiting for you." Electric shock waves were running through my body as I broke out in a cold sweat. The hug, the hands on my back, the sexual innuendo if I wasn't ready his signals wrong, all making this surreal. We moved apart and said a quick good bye. As I buckled my seat belt in my car I ran my hand across my lap and touched my crotch. I had a full-fledged boner, hard as a rock. I didn't know what was happening to me but I knew I was going to find out in the very near future, for better or worse. I may be the captain now but I sure didn't feel like the one in control.