Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2022 15:16:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: I'm The Captain - Chapter Two 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. Major life changes are in store for him as he finds the boat, the teenager that comes with the boat and a surprising maiden voyage on the open ocean. It awakens some unsettling feelings he never knew he had. 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 Two I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the highway to go home. I was on total autopilot and not concentrating on my driving at all. My mind was going in too many directions at once. I owned the boat that I had loved since I was little. I knew I had inherited some money but I left the lawyer's office before he could go into any details about how much. I had an option for moving out of my parent's home and living on my own. And what about Lucas? Was I so lonely and desperate for human companionship that I was feeling something for Lucas? And if I was, just what was it? Was it just a friendship or was it more? Why the hell was I getting stiff after he gave me a hug? In what seemed like a matter of minutes I was pulling into our driveway, a good thirty-minute drive from the marina. I went into the house and was met by my Dad. "Your mother tells me you received a letter from a lawyer? What was that all about?" he asked, wondering if I had gotten into any trouble that would embarrass him. "Nothing bad, actually something really good," I replied, looking him in the eye. "Uncle Bart left me his boat and his assets in his will. You remember Uncle Bart? The brother you disowned because he was gay. The brother you threw away rather than risk your precious image in town. The only person in this world who actually cared about the real me and not just a picture on a campaign poster? I remember him! And he remembered me!" my voice and my anger rising as I spoke. "Don't you raise your voice to me. I was trying to protect you from that pervert. You were better off being kept away from him," Dad replied sternly. "I hope you make arrangements to sell that money pit of a boat to use the money to start a portfolio of investments." "I'll do nothing of the kind. I'm moving out of this wretched house and living on the boat. I will finally have some piece of mind and be on my own," I shouted to him. "You're a damn fool just like Bart!" he shouted back while my mother stood by quietly, wringing her hands. "At least I'll be a happy fool!" and turned my back to go pack what little I wanted to take with me. I was leaving that house for good. "You'll come crawling back here as soon as the weather turns cold in the fall. There's no way you can live on that barge in the winter," he claimed. "You're right so I'll just sail south to warmer weather, just like Uncle Bart did every year," I countered. "Maybe I'll even turn gay like him just to ruin your perfect family persona." That just blurted out of my mouth, trying to come up with anything that would really piss him off. I had done it. I made my father so mad he lunged at me. I should have let him get me so I could file a domestic abuse charge against him and publicly humiliate him. But instinct made me duck and scoot around him towards the door. There was a large packet of papers on the end of the kitchen counter with my name on it. I grabbed it as I slammed the door behind me and raced off in my car. I was headed back to the boat. I wasn't prepared to make this move so quickly but he just pushed me over the edge. This was a part of the new me I guess. Loosing my temper and acting impulsively. My heart was racing like crazy and my palms were sweaty as I gripped the wheel. Swerving in and out of traffic, I caught the eye of a cop watching for erratic drivers. He pulled me over thinking I was drunk. He got me out of the car and realized I wasn't drunk. I told him I had a fight with my father and when I mentioned his name, he laughed. "I know you're father. Did you call him out for being a phony asshole?" the cop asked me. I laughed a nervous laugh and told him I did. "Good for you. Slow down and watch you're driving. I want you to live to tell about this night," as he patted me on the back and told me to pull into the next parking lot and cool off for a few minutes. I followed his advice. Then I began to question whether I had made a smart move. It would be dark by the time I got to the marina. I knew how to get to the boat but I wasn't sure how if the water was turned on or the shore power was connected. Was there anything to eat or drink on board? Everything except the food issue must not be a problem, Lucas had been staying on board to watch out for the boat. Lucas! Would he be sleeping there tonight and would he mistake me for an intruder? Shit! No wonder I never make impulsive moves. No good can ever come of them. I stopped at a fast food place and got some supper to go. Back in my rational thinking stage of mind I also got some food for Lucas in case he was on board. When I parked in the marina parking lot, everything looked so peaceful. The boats were all lit up throwing off a gentle glow that kept the night darkness at bay. I found my way to my boat and saw a light on in the cabin. It could be a night light or Lucas might be aboard. "Ahoy the cabin, permission to come aboard?" I shouted quietly so as not to disturb any of the neighboring boaters. "Permission to come aboard you own boat? What the hell?" came Lucas's voice from the open hatch? "What brings you around this time of night?" "I'm working for 'DockDash' (a play on words for 'DoorDash, a food take out delivery service in New England). I've brought you some supper," as I handed him the bag with the food in it. "You came all this way at this time of night just to bring me some food?" he asked with a confused look on his face. "No, actually I lost my temper and moved out of my house tonight. You have a new roomie," as I climbed aboard. "No way! That's fucking awesome! Not the fight but the fact that you're moving in. But wait, does that mean I have to move out tomorrow?" A look of disappointment and concern came over him. "Of course not, you were here first. You're welcome to stay as long as you want. We can work out the details in the morning. Let's eat right now, I'm starved." We took out food and went out to the cockpit in the rear of the boat and ate under the stars. Neither one of us said anything as we finished off out burgers and fries. Then we looked at other and spontaneously laughed out loud. We chatted about anything and everything, getting to know each other a little better. It was time to turn in when Lucas swore, "Shit! I usually sleep in the quest cabin. I spilled a drink on the mattress last week and sent it out to be cleaned. Bart would be pissed if I didn't have it cleaned professionally. I've been sleeping in the main cabin until it comes back. You can have that cabin and I'll sleep up here on the deck." "The main cabin has a full sized bed, doesn't it?" from what I remember seeing on my quick tour earlier. "Sure does, full size and damn comfortable," Lucas attested. "We can share. I grew up sleeping in a king size bed with my brother when we were younger. If I'm going to pretend I'm ten years old having a sleepover on Uncle Bart's boat, I can pretend I'm sharing with my brother," I offered. I had made the offer without thinking it might make Lucas uneasy sleeping in the same bed as me. Another impulsive move on my part. I'm going have to be more careful about what I say and do before I get myself into trouble. "I don't mind at all. It would be fun," Lucas readily accepted my offer. Fun? How can sleeping be fun? Or . . . ? The thought of what the 'or' might be made my cock chub up. Again with the unexplained reactions to being up close with Lucas. I can show some restraint while I'm awake but what about after I fall asleep? All I can do is hope for the best. We cleaned up out mess and went below deck to the main cabin. We sat on ether side of the end of the bed and got undressed. "I normally sleep naked but I'll keep my boxers on for your sake," Lucas said. "I don't want to put you out, sleep however you want," I told him wondering what he would decide. "No worries, I don't mind," as he pulled back the covers and got in his side of the bed. I kept my underwear on hoping it would hide the bulge growing between my legs. We both said good night and rolled our backs to each other and nodded off to sleep. About 2:00 in the morning I woke up and felt my stiff cock resting up against Lucas's leg. Instant panic! I didn't dare move yet until I thought this through. We were both towards the middle of the bed so it wasn't like I invaded his side or he invaded my space. I was about to move slowly and carefully away from him when I felt his leg move. I froze. Then his leg moved again. He must have felt my cock poking him. He moved a third time and then rolled over and got out of bed. He steathfully walked around the bed and out of the cabin. Oh fuck! He felt my cock and must have been disgusted so he left the bed. Maybe he was just going to take a piss? No, he went past the head and out the hatch, headed to the aft cockpit area. I waited a few minutes and when he didn't return I got out of bed to go and check on him. As I got to the hatch I could see his shadow sitting on one of the benches, leaning back with his legs stretched out before him. The moon was full that night but some clouds were blocking the brightness of the moon. As I strained to see him in the residual light from the lamps on the walkways the clouds drifted and I could see him clearly. He had his cock out and was stroking it slowly. I couldn't make out any details but it looked to be long, hard and quite the specimen of manhood for a teenager. As I stood transfixed watching him I subconsciously reached down and took a hold of my own boner through my boxers. Lucas slid his boxers down to his ankles and began jerking his cock in earnest. I pulled my waistband down under my balls and released my cock. I also began to stoke fast and furious. It wasn't more than a few minutes and I was pumping out streams of cum, shooting all over the deck and the bulkhead where I was standing. Lucas wasn't far behind me in reaching his orgasm, shooting his load up on his chest. I watched as he scooped up a handful of cum and brought it to his mouth, licking his hand clean, then another handful. I realized I had made a mess and had to clean it up before Lucas returned to bed. I grabbed the towel off the counter that Lucas had wiped my face with earlier and did my best to clean up the evidence of my perverted act of jerking off while spying on Lucas. I hurried back to bed and lay still, pretending to be asleep. Lucas crawled into bed on his side with this back towards me again. He rolled his head to me and quietly whispered, "You should have joined me," then rolled back and went to sleep. Shit, shit, shit! I had been caught. He knew what I was watching but he put on a show anyway? I should have joined him? Lucas shook my shoulder the next morning to wake me out of a sound sleep. "Come on sleepy head, time to get up. If we don't get to the showers early there will be a line," he warned me. "A line at our shower?" I asked "No silly, the public showers up at the marina building. We don't use the shower on board unless we have to. We're hooked up to the water supply but it will fill the gray water tanks if we shower here," he explained. I have a lot to learn about living on boat. Lucas was already dressed and sitting outside sipping a morning coffee. "I wasn't sure how you took your coffee so I didn't make for you. Everything is on the counter by the sink." I poured a coffee and we headed to the showers, coffee cups in hand. I was not fully awake yet and just following Lucas. Last night came back to me and my face turned red with embarrassment. Lucas was chatting and carrying on like nothing had happened. I knew it wasn't a dream because the towel I used to clean up my mess last night was still on the counter where I left it, crusty and smelling of cum. The showers were on the backside of the building, four showers each with it's own changing area. Only one was empty. "Good thing we didn't wait any longer. There's one available, want to share?" Lucas asked with a smirk. I could feel my face getting hot and turning red again. As much I would have liked to go in with him and seen his naked body in the light of day, it was too much for my mind to handle this morning. "No, you go ahead, I'll wait for the next one." "If you're sure. I don't mind at all. We shared a bed last night so why not share a shower this morning?" he logically asked. I felt my cock start t chub up at the thought of our mutual cum session last night. The bed was not all we shared. "You go ahead, I have to go take a morning piss," I told him as a lame excuse. "You don't piss while you're showering?" he asked then laughed. I just smiled and headed off to find the bathroom. In the shower with his naked body, his sweet cock aiming a stream of piss at the floor drain, surely offering to wash my back (and other private places) was running through my mind and sending a strong flow of blood to my crotch. I didn't need the bathroom to piss but to stroke out a load to release the pressure building in my balls. I hurried into the stall and dropped my pants, my cock already leaking precum. It didn't take long before I was shooting a white stream of my own in the toilet bowl. I met Lucas as he was coming out of the changing room. He held the door for me and slapped my back as I walked past him. "I'll meet you back at the breakfast counter out front when you're done. Don't take too long." The marina had a small snack bar next to the ship's store. They served a limited menu for breakfast, lunch and an early supper, but most of their business was for breakfast. We met up and ate a quick breakfast then Lucas went to check in with Randy for his schedule for the day and I went to my car to drive to work. "See you tonight, Paul, we'll get to know the boat a little better," Lucas hollered and waved at me as he walked back towards the boats. "Yes, tonight," I answered him. And what would tonight bring I wondered. It was difficult for me to concentrate on work for the first few hours. My mind kept going back to Lucas, last night and then offering to share a shower this morning. My cock was like a yo-yo, getting stiff, going soft, getting stiff again, and going soft again. I finally got my head clear and focused on my work when the president came by and asked how I made out with the lawyer yesterday. " I inherited some cash, some liquid assets, a boat and a first mate," I laughed "Money, a boat AND a first mate? Sounds like you hit the jackpot. Are you going to quit your job now and sail around the world?' he asked with a grin. "I fantasized about summering on Cape Cod and sailing South to winter in Florida but that's not my plan. As much as this wasn't my first choice for a job, I won't disrespect the favor that was done for my father to get me here," I told him but then thought I shouldn't have sounded ungrateful. "Don't you worry about your father. You got this job based on your merit and your grades at school. No offense to you but your father is a buffoon who is a legend in his own mind, no one else's," he told me. "None taken," "If you're serious about going South for the winter, we also have a facility in Tampa that is working on a wind farm project in the Gulf. Maybe you could split your time here in the summer and down there in the winter," "Are you fucking kidding me?" I shouted, then realized I had just cussed at the president. "Oops, sorry about the language, sir." "No need to apologize. You're a smart engineer with a bright future and we'd be foolish to let you go. Think about it and let me know if you're interested." There goes my concentration again. My mind going back to the boat and daydreaming about how great it would be to commute with the seasons. But what about Lucas? Would he be willing to go South for the winters? Wait, am I really taking Lucas into account when trying to make decisions about my life and my future? My life was so boring and mundane before and now in the span of two days I'm in turmoil. I only drink a beer occasionally but boy, do I need a stiff drink. I decided not to tell Lucas about my conversation with my boss. I needed some time to think through my options. I couldn't boil water successfully and Lucas could only make a rudimentary meal so our options were take out or going to a local restaurant for our meals. After we ate Lucas would spend the rest of the evening passing on the knowledge he had gotten from Uncle Bart about sailing in general and sailing this boat in particular. The most difficult part of all this was applying the discipline I used in college to concentrate on the subject and nothing else. Sitting side by side with Lucas, our legs touching, was a major distraction but I fought it off as best I could. I made sure to get up early so I'd have a shower all to myself and then another shower right after work. A shower and a jerk session to be totally honest. Lucas must have thought I was a compulsive neat freak unless he caught on to my real reason for so many showers. An orgasm is a funny thing. Not funny 'haha' but funny in the emotions in can bring out in us. Jerking off to a fantasy or porn or having casual sex gives a feeling of euphoria for a brief period of time. But repeatedly having an orgasm while thinking of one particular person or having sex with someone you know can foster a feeling of closeness to that person, even growing into affection. I guess that why sex is so important in holding a marriage together. Naturally my jerk off sessions were centered on thoughts of Lucas. As I lay next to him in bed at night I had to restrain myself from rolling over and taking him in my arms and kissing him passionately. That would be totally gay and that was not who I was as much as I had developed feeling for Lucas. Instead I would go back to thinking about what we had studied that evening about sailing. "Paul, I think your ready to loose your cherry," Paul "What!" I said as I looked at him in disbelief. "Where the hell did that come from?" "You've done so well this week it's time to take the boat out for your initial sail." Oh, that cherry! I hope he didn't catch on that I thought he meant something else. "What did you think I was talking about?" he asked. "Oh, I get it," he laughed. "Not yet," he said with a wink. I just passed it off and didn't give any response. "I have to work a party Saturday so Sunday would be good if you're available. "Let me check my social calendar," flipping pages of an imaginary calendar in the air. "Yup, you're in luck. Sunday is open." "Great. I checked the weather forecast and it will be sunny and with a light breeze, ideal for your maiden voyage," Lucas informed me. Saturday I went through the papers from the lawyer that I took when I left my parent's house. In the envelope were papers concerning Uncle Bart's financial accounts, the ownership papers on the boat and a sealed envelope addressed to me. I tore it open and read the enclosed letter. 'Paul, if you're reading this letter I have passed from this world. May you enjoy years of the peace and tranquility that a sturdy boat and an open ocean will give you. I have very few regrets in my life but my big one was not being able to spend more time with you and watching you grow up. Don't make that same mistake with the ones that you love. Rest assured my spirit will be right behind you with my hand on your shoulder every time you set sail, just as in the picture. I named you as my sole heir to make sure you were financially secure and my boat would be in good hands. I wanted to include Lucas in my will but decided against it. I don't know much about his home life or his parents but I got the sense he was estranged from them for one reason or another. Any inheritance for him would be in his parent's control until he turned eighteen. Rather than take a chance of him losing what I left to him I charge you with sharing a portion of your inheritance with him, the amount to be left to your best judgement. Lucas was a great comfort to me over the years and holds a special place in my heart, second only to you. I hope you and he can be friends and spend many years in each other's company. My Love Forever, Uncle Bart.' I sat there and cried. My feeling of loss for my uncle is overwhelming. I look around the cabin I'm sitting in, hoping I could have one more look at his face, one more hug from him one more smile to last me for the rest of my life. Just as that moment, Lucas came through the hatch and into the cabin. ""Hey Paul, I just came back to get a clean shirt," he said as he headed back to the berth. Noticing my tears, "What's the matter? Is everything all right?" "It's as right as it can be, all things considered," I sighed. Lucas came over to me and gave me a prolonged hug. "It's better now," as I smiled at him. "If you're all set, I have to get back to the party. I'll be back as soon as I can get away," Lucas told me. "You take care of your commitment and we'll talk later this evening." I reread the letter from my uncle. With all the others things coming this week now I had to worry about Lucas's future. Well, not really. I could just give him a share of my inheritance and send him on his way. No, I couldn't do that. I'll worry about that later. Tomorrow is my final exam on sailing my boat. I went on deck and did a walk around making sure I was familiar with all the riggings, the sails, the Diesel engine and everything else that would be important for a safe and fun sail. Around the deck a second time and I felt confident I was ready. Lucas came back at the end of the day. He told me all about the party and the nice tip he got for helping out. He wanted to go out to eat and he was going to pay the bill. He had made some extra money and he already wanted to spend it. How would he handle a large sum of money if I shared my windfall with him? Over thinking again. He was just proud to be able to take me to eat instead of me paying the bill all the time. We came back to the boat after a nice meal. We sat and chatted about my big debut tomorrow taking the boat out on the ocean. We went to bed eventually but sleep was not coming easy to me. After much tossing and turning I drifted off only to be woken in what seemed like minutes by an excited Lucas. "Come on, sleepy head, get your dead ass out of bed. You're wasting the best part of the day," Lucas yelled at me, excited to put to sea. Lucas had breakfast waiting on the table in the galley waiting for me. I ate as fast as I could, at Lucas's bidding. Then on deck for our pre-sail check. I told Lucas I had already checked everything yesterday but he insisted it be done just prior to leaving the dock. Everything checked out fine so Lucas had me start the engine so we could motor out of the slip and into the channel. As soon as we cleared the breakwater I shut off the engine and it was time to let out the sails. In a matter of minutes the sails filled with air and propelled the boat forward. I was at the helm and setting course for the open ocean. Me, Paul Benson, sorry, Captain Paul Benson to you, was piloting my own boat for the first time. Lucas came up beside me and put his hand on my shoulder just like Uncle Bart would have. "Hold a steady course, Captain," he encouraged me. "You're doing fine." The sun, the salt air, the movement of the boat as it cut through the waves. It was the best I had felt in years. The smile on my face would have reached to the horizon and back again it someone measured it. We had to trim the sails to keep the best wind in the sails but were slowly loosing speed. The wind was dying down to a gentle breeze, hardly enough to keep up moving. "Looks like we're in a calm. We'll have to wait a while to get the wind back I'm afraid," Lucas advised me. "Should I start the motor so we can keep going?" I asked. "No, you only use the motor when necessary," Lucas cautioned me. "It's a nice day for a swim. Will you join me?" Lucas invited me. "A swim? What if the wind picks up while we're in the water? The boat might leave us stranded?" "We'll shorten the sails and that will let us just drift with the current. We won't loose her." Lucas assured me as he went to open the walk through in the transom so we could go out on the swim platform. He started to strip down and throw his clothes back into the cockpit. He was now standing there completely naked looking back at me. "Well, are you coming or not?" as he dove off the platform. I wasn't so sure about skinny-dipping out in the open like this. I looked and didn't see another boat in sight. I suppose it would be safe but I was still apprehensive. "Come on in, the water feels great!" Lucas hollered at me. He turned on his stomach to swim off from the boat. As he did his ass broke the surface of the water. I watched as the muscles in his ass and his legs tightened and the muscles in his shoulders pulled his arms to propel him forward. Watching his naked body I started to chub up. I didn't want him to see the tent in my shorts so I pulled my clothes off quickly and dove in the water hoping the cool seawater would take away my boner. I swam to where Lucas had stopped and we were both treading water. "Isn't this great?" Lucas asked. "Even in a calm sailing can be fun." "You're right. I never in a million years would have thought I'd be swimming naked in the open ocean like this." I splashed him and swam back towards the boat. I didn't want to get too far away from it in case the wind picked up. I heard a boat approaching us from the port side. "Holy shit, Lucas, someone is coming. I knew we'd get caught naked," I growled at him Just then a Coast Guard 29 ft fast response boat came around the back of our boat. "Ahoy the boat," the person at the wheel called as he shut down his motor. Lucas waved to him as both of us were holding on to the swimming platform. I was facing the stern of my boat trying to hide the fact that I was bare assed. "Hi Lucas. I saw Bart's boat just sitting here and was curious. I know he passed recently and I thought his boat might have broke loose from its slip. Who is that you have with you?" he inquired. "This is Paul Benson, Bart's nephew. Bart left the boat to him in his will. This is his first time out and we hit a calm so figured we'd take a dip and cool off. Paul, this is Petty Officer Mike O'Donnell. The coast Guard's best!" Lucas smiled as he introduced us. "Glad to me you sir," I smiled sheepishly still embarrassed by being in the nude. "Like wise, Captain. We'll get better aquatinted next month when I come by for the annual inspection of your boat. In the mean time, I have to get back on patrol. Sundays are busy days on the water," as he turned his boat and sped away. "Nothing like meeting the local law enforcement with my ass hanging out," I complained. "Nothing to worry about. I'm sure he couldn't see if we were naked or not. And if he did, he wouldn't care. He's a good guy," Lucas proclaimed. We swam around for a while longer and then climbed up on the swim platform. Lucas opened a small hatch on the back of the boat and pulled out a hose with a showerhead on it. "Wash off the saltwater so you're not itchy when it dries," he advised. He walked back into the cockpit and sprawled out on the seat. "We can sit in the sun and dry off." Lucas didn't have much in the way of tan lines so I assumed being naked in the sun was not an unusual thing for him. "That's fine for you but I'm so white I'll burn in no time," I complained. "You're right. I'll get some suntan lotion," and off he went. He came back with the lotion and told me to stand up and he'd put some on my back. He squirted some lotion in his hands and began to rub it on my back, The touch of his hands on my bare skin made my cock respond. His touch was so gentle as he worked his way down from my shoulders to my lower back. The warmth of the sun's rays combined with the warmth of his touch made me weak in the knees. I reached out to grab the closest railing to steady myself. "Are you okay," Lucas asked with some concern in his voice. "I'm fine, just haven't gotten my sea legs yet," I lied. He continued to put lotion on my back, running his hands lower and massaging my ass cheeks. I fully expected him to play with my ass longer but he knelt down and began applying it on my legs. He ran his hands up and down my legs coming dangerously close to my balls as he slid up between my legs. Again he applied the lotion and then moved on. He stood up and said he needed to do the front of me next. "I'm all set, I can handle that," I assured him, nervous that he would see my proud cock standing straight and hard. He hadn't done anything sexual while doing my back so I assumed he was just making sure I was safe to be in the intense summer sun but I was still reluctant to turn around. "Nonsense, my hands are all greasy so I might as well finish," as he came in close behind me and reached around me to smear lotion on my front side. He worked his was down from my shoulder to my chest, spending more time than necessary on my nipples. When his fingers circled my nipples I inhaled quickly at his touch. He moved in tighter to me and moved his hands to my stomach. The side of his face was touching the back of my head and his hand lowered to the area just above my cock. He was swirling his fingers in my pubic hair causing my cock to twitch. He got right up against my backside and our naked bodies made contact. I involuntarily let out a quiet moan. That signaled him to move his hand down and take my cock in his hand. I put my head back onto his shoulder, the sides of our faces pressed together. He started to stroke my cock, all slippery from the suntan lotion. I cold feel his stiff manhood pressing into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass against his cock as he tightened his grip on my cock and lengthened his strokes. This was wrong. This was not why we were out on the water. We were here to sail, for me to get used to handling my boat. Instead, Lucas was getting used to handling me, or my cock anyway. If I knew this was wrong and not what I wanted then why was I enjoying it so much? I'm not gay. This is not who I am. Then why did I reach my hands back and grab his thighs to pull him tighter to me as he pumped my cock? I enjoying his grinding his cock into my ass crack way too much! All these thoughts left my head in one body shaking climax as I shot the biggest load of cum all over the deck of the boat. At that moment all I could think of was how much I wanted this to never end. I turned my head to face him but before I could say anything he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me. I turned my body and melted in his arms. As we kissed passionately a feeling of guilt came over me. I pulled away from him and looked directly at him. "Lucas, I don't know what came over me," I started to justify my reaction. "I know what came over me, you did!" as he held up his hand, my cum dripping from his fingers. "Just some high seas high jinks, nothing more," he said and went to wash his hands off. It sure as hell seemed like more than just goofing around. Maybe the hand-job but the kiss? That was a damn sight more! Being my first time with another guy like this I wasn't sure what proper protocol was. Should I return the favor and jerk him off? Do I just do it or wait for him to ask me? With his rubbing his cock in my ass crack would he want more than just a hand job? Did I really want to do more, to get him off like he did me? I decided no response was better than the wrong response. I was about to get my clothes and get dressed when the wind started to pick back up. "No time for clothes, grab the halyard and get the mainsail back up before we loose the wind. We'll trim the sails to take advantage of what wind there is and be back underway in short order," Lucas commanded as he ran around preparing to sail again. I did as I was told and then stood at the wheel, still naked, getting us back on course. We were moving along nicely when it hit me that here I was standing naked right out in the open. I spotted other boats on the water but none were close enough to see my condition. Lucas looked back at me and smiled, giving me a thumbs up. Rather than be embarrassed like I was earlier, I felt liberated, in control of my boat and my destiny. I was the captain, a naked one covered in suntan lotion and drops of cum on my legs, but I was the Man! "We should turn back and head for the marina," Lucas suggested. "Oh please, just a little longer. I'm really getting the hang of this," I pleaded like a schoolboy wanting more time at the beach. "You don't have much hang as it were but your compass needle is pointing straight ahead," Lucas laughed as he looked down at my cock. I was so totally enjoying myself that I have a boner and didn't even realize it. I looked down and saw my stiff cock and then looked up at Lucas. "Who gives a fuck! So let's follow my compass and keep our course dead ahead," I smirked. "As you wish, my captain," Lucas giggled as he stood to my side with his hand on my shoulder. He was also still naked. I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep sailing because the sailing was so perfect or because some part of me was enjoying being naked with Lucas at my side even more than the sailing. Or maybe it was equal parts of both. Eventually I knew we had to turn back so I was going to enjoy every minute of this, no matter the reason for my pleasure. We made our turn and began to tack to get back to the marina. I was in my concentration zone and was handling the boat like a seasoned pro. I was so much in my zone that Lucas finally had to remind me that we were both naked and it might be a good idea to get dressed before we pulled into the marina. "There aren't any signs that say clothes are required but it generally accepted that this is not a clothing optional facility," he laughed. Oh damn! I had gotten so comfortable that I totally forgot I was standing naked at the helm. "Take the wheel," I yelled as I ran to grab my clothes and pull them on. Then I took the wheel back while Lucas got dressed. Just in time. Another boat leaving the marina passed close by and waved to us. Lucas noticed that my face had turned bright red. "What's with the red face?" he asked. "You're dressed but now you're embarrassed?" "We weren't a few minutes ago and they might have seen us. No more naked sailing," I proclaimed. "We'll see. Once you've done it it's hard to resist. You know how hard it can be?" as he looked at me and winked. I maneuvered the boat back into the slip like I actually knew what I was doing, impressing Lucas with my precision. We washed everything down, stored the lines, furled the sails and finished up all the chores required after a day at sea. Lucas wanted to go check in with Randy to make sure Randy didn't need him for anything, even though it was his day off. That's just the way Lucas is, always willing to offer a helping hand. Even at sea. Yes, a hell of a day at sea. I took command of my boat for the first time, met the local Coast Guardsman while swimming naked, almost sailed naked back into the marina and, oh I almost forgot, got a hand job from Lucas. No, that was something I can never forget. Maybe try and put behind me, but I'll never forget the feeling of his body against mine, his cock rubbing itself up and down my ass crack and his hand sliding up and down my slippery cock until I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Just thinking about it was getting me hard again. I wonder if I have time to stroke out another load before Lucas comes back. I heard his feet land on the deck and knew he was back. "Randy was all set, so the rest of the day is mine. Any ideas?" Lucas asked with a wink. Maybe now he was looking for me to return his hand job now. Should I wait for him to ask or should I just go pull out his cock and start to stroke him? Damn, I suck at this stuff, not having any experience in my younger years when everyone else did. Awkward situations like this were normal when experimenting back then but at my age I should know what to do. If I wanted to do anything at all that is. Before I could decide, Lucas spoke up. "If it's okay with you I think we should celebrate loosing your cherry, sailing the boat I mean, he snickered. Now comes the time to fish or cut bait, as the saying goes. I braced myself for what he might suggest. "How about we got out to eat someplace fancy, lobster, steamers, the whole seafood thing?" he suggested. I was so relieved I would have agreed to anything that he came up with as long as we kept our clothes on. We had a very nice meal and chatted about my first time sailing. Lucas was anxious to go out again so we planned to sail every Sunday and possibly a night sail but that was trickier and we both knew I wasn't ready for that yet. We got back to the boat and got undressed and into bed. It was funny, I was self conscious to sleep naked in bed with Lucas at first but after being without clothes out in the open most of the day, sleeping in the nude felt natural. We lay there for a few minutes before Lucas rolled on his side to face me. "Thank you for today, Paul. It was so great to be back on the water sailing in Bart's boat, I mean your boat now," He whispered to me. "It is I who should thank you for everything. You were the one who made it all possible for me to take the boat out for the first time," I quietly replied. "A lot of firsts today," as he leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and then rolled back over to his side of the bed. Damn! Why did he have to do that? Now my cock is getting hard, I'm starting to sweat and I'm totally confused as to why. Am I not as straight as I thought?