Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2022 15:41:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: I'm the Captain - Chapter Five 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. Paul realizes how much Lucas means to him and their relationship is strengthened in an unconventional way. 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 and not for distribution to any other site or resource. 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. I have had some very pleasant interactions with some of my readers so please do not hesitate to write. 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 Five I woke Monday morning like I was in a New England fog bank. I knew I was awake but none of my senses were firing yet. Slowly the weekend came back to me. My successful confrontation with my father, Lucas and I tentatively plotting our course for the near future and lot of sun and sex. The fog cleared in my head, a smile appeared on my face and a hunk of a teenage stud started to stir next to me. A pretty nice Monday morning, if I do say so myself. Then my phone buzzed with a text from my boss. This can't be good for him to text me on my own time. 'Pack a bag and come straight to the airport. You have to fly down to Florida first thing this morning,' the text read. 'I'll text you the flight details as soon as I have them.' What can be so important that I have to fly to Florida? I'm just a peon in the organization. But mine is not to question why, it's mine to do . . . or get fired. I rolled towards Lucas and gave him a good morning kiss. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Good morning. Time for a quickie before work?" the horndog asked me. "No, the boss just texted me and I have to get to the airport ASAP and fly to Florida. I have no idea why but I'll fill you in as soon as I know," I explained. "How long will you be gone this time?" Lucas asked, the disappointment obvious in his voice. "I don't know. I don't even know why I'm being sent to Florida on a moment's notice. I'll fill you in as soon as I know. Will you be okay for a few days until I get back?" "No I won't. I'll have a sore arm and shoulder from jerking off all the time you're away," he said half-serious. "Then don't. Save it for me until I get home," I replied totally serious. I was on the way to the airport, trying to get there as quick as I could. Mr. Bishop sent me another text directing me to the terminal for private jets. He had made arrangements for a private jet to take me directly to Florida. This was too much so I had to call him. "Mr. Bishop, what the heck is going on?" I asked him. "I'm have no idea. Irving called me this morning all upset and said I had to get you down there to meet with him as soon as possible. I tried to find out why but he just kept insisting he needed you in Florida. He said he'd meet you at the airport personally." "I'm not sure why he would need me so urgently. This is making me nervous," I confessed. "Whatever the reason, if he gives you a hard time or makes any trouble for you, you have my authority to fire him on the spot. You were the one who said I should keep him so let's hope I didn't make a mistake. Call me when you land and keep me informed." "I will, sir. Wish me luck," as I pulled into the private jet terminal. My first trip to Florida was in first class. Now a private jet? Will Mr. Bishop commission the space shuttle for my next trip? The flight was smooth and fast but I really didn't enjoy it as much as I could have. I was too keyed up wondering what Irving was up to. He met me at the terminal and hurried me to his car. Before I got in, I stopped and demanded to know what was going on. "Oh, I'm sorry for all this fuss but I felt it was necessary. I found what could be a costly and fatal flaw in your idea for the new windmill structures," he started. "Couldn't we have dealt with that by conference call or a Zoom meeting?" I asked him. "No, I didn't feel comfortable doing that. With my initial opposition to your idea, I am afraid everyone will think I'm trying to sabotage the project and throw you under the bus in doing so. Your idea definitely has merit but it needs some serious changes," he confided in me. "Well, okay, I guess. We'll all put our heads together and see what we can come up with." "Not all of us, just you and me. I want to see if we can work through this before saying anything to the rest of the team." We drove for 30 minutes before he pulled into a driveway for a nice Spanish modern home. "We'll work at my house, it will be more discreet," he explained. I had almost gotten over being nervous when I froze up. Was he going to kill me when he got me inside? Would I end up under some fresh cement in his basement? Before I could continue with my doomsday scenarios, a pleasant looking middle aged woman came to the front door. "Come on you two, I have breakfast ready. You can't work on an empty stomach." We went inside and into the dining room where his wife had laid out quite a spread. Maybe it would be an accidental poisoning that would do me in? No, she was much too nice to be his accomplice in my demise. I sat down and filled my plate. It all smelled so good and I realized I hadn't eaten anything yet this morning. "So, this is the infamous Paul Benson," she started. "My husband speaks highly of you. You must be something special. He doesn't like anyone, not even himself most of the time. I'm lucky I'm a good cook so he at least puts up with me," she joked. "Oh, stop, Bernadette, you're making him nervous," he stopped her. We ate and made small talk then he led me to his office. And what an office it was. He had white boards on all four walls of the room and two of them set up on wheels. He had a computer monitor bigger than any wide screen TV that Wal-Mart sells. "You were right about the different conditions in Florida. I discovered a critical factor that no one had considered. The team is moving way too fast on this and I wanted to look into this further without sounding like sour grapes to everyone. He is what I found," he showed me. We went over what he had discovered and how it would impact the integrity of the windmill structures. We poured over equations and research and tried to quantify some unknowns. Irving was brilliant with a very inquisitive mind, not the old fashioned stuck in his ways antique I pegged him for. We had been at it for what seemed like a couple of hours when his wife came in the room and announced that it was 4:30 and supper would be ready in an hour. We both looked at each other in astonishment. "Times flies when you're having fun," I laughed. "Yes, this was fun, wasn't it. I'm glad you came down and didn't just pass me off. I think we can go into the office tomorrow and present our work to the team." "I didn't have much choice, Mr. Bishop insisted I fly down here immediately. I glad I came, too," I told him honestly. Oh shit! Mr. Bishop! I was supposed to call him as soon as I found out what was going on. I had turned off my phone for the plane ride and never turned it back on. I powered it up and it exploded with voice mails and text messages from him. Irving showed me to his guestroom where he insisted I spend the night. He went to help his wife with supper so I took this opportunity to call Mr. Bishop. "Mr. Bishop, this is Paul. I didn't realize my phone was off all day, I'm sorry," I apologized. "You had me nervous. Is everything all right? Did you have to fire Irving" "Quite the contrary, am I allowed to give him a promotion, or at least a raise?" I asked. "What? What the hell is going on?" I explained the problem Irving had found and why he handled it the way he did. "We had a fantastic day together. He is very brilliant and was fun to work with." "You're the first one to ever say that about him. Let me know when you're planning on coming home and I'll make the reservations. I called Lucas that night and apologized to him for not calling earlier. We chatted and said how much we missed each other. "You're not jerking off are you? You're saving it for me, right?" I pressed him. "Well, if I do jerk off I'm thinking about you at least," he giggled. Petty Officer O'Donnell stopped by today for the annual inspection. He had an assistant with him, Seaman Dwayne Dickinson." "You're kidding, that was his name?" I laughed. "For real. I had to try and keep a straight face. But damn, is he hot! You'd like him. They're coming back Friday to do the inspection when you're around." "I already have more than I can handle, thank you very much. This won't be an inspection like he does out at sea?" "No, this is the real deal. It's official Coast Guard stuff." Irving and I met with the rest of the team the next morning. They all felt that he over reacted and didn't need to worry about them thinking he was trying to scuttle the project. At the end of the day I felt I wasn't needed any more so I called Mr. Bishop to make the reservations for my return trip. The emergency was over. My return flight was a coach ticket on a commercial airline, changing planes in Atlanta and a two-hour layover in Pittsburgh. So much for private jets and flying on the shuttle. I was just glad to be headed home to Lucas and our boat. It was mid afternoon when I got back to Logan and retrieved my car. I drove straight to the marina and parked my car in the furthest spot I could away from the dock. I stealthily made my way to the boat and jumped aboard. I hadn't called Lucas to let him know I was coming home and wanted to surprise him. I went to the berth and undressed and lay on the bed waiting patiently. It was only about 30 minutes when I felt the boat rock as someone came aboard. I hadn't thought this through and hoped it was Lucas and not Randy or anyone else. "It's okay, Mike, Paul won't be home until tomorrow. You and Dwayne and I have all night to have some fun together," Lucas said quietly but loud enough for me to hear. I was horrified! Before I could move Lucas burst into the cabin and jumped on the bed. "Gotcha! That's what you get for not calling to tell me you're coming home today." "How did you know?" I asked him as I reached out to tickle him like crazy. "I saw you're car pull in the lot and then go to the very back. If you're going to prank me, I'm going to prank you first," he laughed hysterically at my tickling. "You didn't prank me, you disappointed me. I thought you had arranged a welcoming committee to make up for the sex we missed in the last 48 hours," I kidded with him. "You wish. When I get through with you there won't be enough left to go around," as he ripped his clothes off and climbed on top of me. This was no passion driven episode but rather a purely lust filled ravaging of each other's stiff cocks. Lucas aggressively grabbed my cock and shoved it in his mouth, no licking, and no stroking, just taking as much as he could in before he started to gag. I was just as turned on as he was and swung around to swallow his manhood. I did take the time to lick the abundance of precum off the tip to enjoy the salty taste. Then it was down to business gleefully anticipating what would be going down my throat shortly. As we were using our mouths to the best of our ability, our hands were busy rubbing, massaging and squeezing every inch of each other. It wasn't long before we both erupted in a bed shaking orgasm, cum filling our mouths and running down our chins. Lucas came up to my face and licked the cum that had oozed out of my mouth. A 'two for'," he giggled. 'Want some of yours?" he asked as he wiped his cheek with his fingers and held them to my mouth. "I liked yours better, straight from the tap, fresher," as I licked my cum off his fingers. Now that the frenzied 'I missed you' sex was over, we cuddled and made out and hugged each other. We lay in bed for the next hour until we decided it was time to get up and get ready to go out to dinner. "My boss gave me the rest of the week off because the Florida trip went so well. Do you think you can get the time off from Randy and we can get in some serious sailing for a few days?" I asked Lucas. "I don't think he has anything special lined up for me. Besides, I've been bored with you not around so I've been putting in extra hours at the end of the day instead of sitting around being bored. I'll ask him on our way out to supper." "Sounds good. Do you want to invite him along with us to supper? I be he hasn't been out to eat in forever." Randy readily accepted our invitation. He was our guest so we let him pick the restaurant. "So Paul, have you decided what you going to do this fall? Stay around here or head South?" Randy asked. "My boss is really pushing me to winter in Florida and it would be nice to avoid the cold and snow. But if I do go South, this pipsqueak will want to tag along," I said nodding at Lucas. "We'd have to figure out schooling and I don't want to leave you high and dry with no help this winter." "Things slow down in the winter around here so that's not a problem. I would miss his company, though. I might have to find a girl friend to keep me company," Randy joked. "Or a boy friend," Lucas chimed in. "No, I'm too old to switch boats. That was Bart's thing, not mine," Randy quipped back good-naturedly. "If you do decide to go, I can set you up with the marina down there that Bart used. I know the owner and he is a good guy. He'd be glad to see Bart's boat, sorry, your boat, back in it's winter berth and to meet you and Lucas. Bart has told him all about the two of you, separately of course." We finished out meal and returned to the marina. Randy said good night and Lucas and I boarded our boat. As we lay naked in bed, Lucas looked at me and commented, "We need a name." "A name? I kind of like Paul. You want to change Lucas? How about 'shit-for-brains? Or jerk-off? Or . . ." "No, you asshole, for the boat! We can't just keep calling it 'the boat'. We need something that sets it apart from everyone else's." "I've been thinking about that for a while now too. How about simply 'This is Us'?" "Oh my god, that is perfect! Can we get it painted on the stern? That will tell the whole world we are together," Lucas yelled. "I don't care if the whole world knows or not. Just as long as you know. Tomorrow I'll ask Randy who we can get to paint it on." Lucas hugged me so tight I thought he was going to squeeze my dinner out of me. A few minutes of making out and our full stomachs got the best of us and we dozed off to sleep. The next morning we were up early to get out on the water as soon as we could. It was a beautiful day with a steady wind, ideal for sailing. We were coming back from getting some breakfast when I heard Petty Officer O'Donnell holler to us. "Paul, Lucas, I'm glad I caught you. I was coming back tomorrow to inspect your boat but I had to come down here this morning for a re-inspection and hoped I could catch you in port. Can we go check out you boat before you head out?" he asked. "Of course you can," I answered him, not wanting to waste any time on the water but still somewhat intimidated by an authority figure. "Great. Seaman Dickinson is with me today and I want him to see what a ship shape vessel looks like. Inspecting Bart's boat is always a joy." We headed to the boat, Mike making small talk and Lucas and Dwayne following along behind us. Lucas was right, Dwayne was hot, in an eye candy sort of way. Not that I was in the market but it's always nice to look. The whole inspection only took an hour, something that normally takes several hours. Mike pointed out quite a few small details to Dwayne that Lucas had taught me. "See Dwayne, I knew Paul and Lucas would follow in Bart's wake and keep this vessel in top shape. You have big shoes to fill, Paul, but it seems you are doing a good job so far," Mike complimented me. "Thanks, Mike. I take it you knew my uncle?" I asked him. "Knew him? That man is a legend around here. He's the only sailor I know who went through the canal under full sail during the aftermath of a hurricane. The wind was blowing hard and straight through the canal. That and the current was flowing in his direction. The Army Corp of Engineers monitors the canal and had rules about speed and boat length and motoring through the canal, not under sail. But Bart took this boat hell bent through there like he was piloting a sport runabout. The Engineers were monitoring it on camera and recorded the whole thing. They were taking bets he'd be knocked down when he came to the end of the canal." "knocked down?" I asked "Some call it a 'slap down'. That's when a strong cross wind hits the boat when you're under full sail. It will blow the boat on its side, ninety degrees to the water, the main mast slapping against the water," he explained. "Shit! Wouldn't that sink the boat?" "No, the momentum and the weight of the ballast flip the boat right back up. It's scary as hell. Bart was having no part of being knocked down. He was familiar with the crosswinds and knew they'd be as strong as his tail wind. Just as he came out of the canal he trimmed his sails perfectly and cut sharply right into the crosswind, tacking his way up the coastline. The Engineers saved the video of his trip through he canal and still show it every year at the Christmas party. Hell of a sailor, your Uncle Bart!" I felt proud that Uncle Bart was so revered among his peers. I also felt bad that I hadn't been able to spend more time with him. Mike signed off on the inspection form and thanked us for staying around. "I'm sure I'll see more of you out at sea," he smirked, "a lot more of you." Mike and Dwayne left the boat and walked back up the dock, Lucas's eyes following Dwayne and smiling. Dwayne had certainly caught Lucas's attention. We prepared to get underway and headed out to the open water. As usual Lucas informed me when we were entering the 'no clothes' portion of our trip. Clothes came off rather quickly and the suntan lotion came out. The wind was still strong so we kept sailing and didn't engage in suntan lotion sex. I was just as happy. My skills were improving and sailing was almost as good as sex, almost. After long day of sailing, we returned to the dock and stowed the gear, washing down the boat and securing it for the night. A quick shower and a light meal and be fell into bed exhausted. We were talking about how much fun we had as both of us fell asleep in mid sentence. I woke the next morning on my side with Lucas spooning up against my back. "Hey, is that a boat hook sticking into my ass or are you trying to tell me something?" as I felt his stiff cock in my ass crack. "Can I help it if I'm so tired I found it hard waking up this morning?" Lucas laughed. "We've already overslept so let's get moving. We wasting wind!" as I rolled out of bed. "Really? We can't spent a few more minutes in bed?" Lucas begged. "Nope, I ready to get back on the water. There will be plenty of time for that later." "What will I do with this?" he asked as he pulled back the covers and showed me his stiff cock. "If you don't know at your age, you'll never know. Take care of it or put it away for later, which is what I prefer." I snickered. We showered individually much to Lucas's disappointment, grabbed a quick breakfast and headed out on the water. I was beginning to understand the love affair Uncle Bart had with the open ocean and his boat. There was no place I'd rather be right now than where I was and who I was with. I'd look over at Lucas with a smile that was brighter than the sun reflecting off the waves and he looked back with a grin and shook his head. "You know your mood is getting out of control. It looks like you're about to have an orgasm without me," he laughed. "Just enjoying my two most favorite things in the world, you and sailing." We had been out for about two hours when we heard a boat approaching us. I tried to grab a towel and cover up but Lucas told me not to bother. "It's Mike and Dwayne. They're in a private boat and not in uniform. Must be their day off," he surmised. They pulled up along side and asked permission to come aboard. "Of course, you're both always welcome on our boat," Lucas replied to Mike. They were wearing baggy bathing suits without any shirts. The sheen on their skin told me they had applied ample sun tan lotion so they wouldn't burn. I was slightly embarrassed standing naked but Lucas was all smiles and chubbing up. He reached out to shake Dwayne's hand, feeling it slippery from applying sun tan lotion to each other. "Sorry about the slippery hand, good lotion is difficult to wipe off," he explained. "No worries, a slippery hand is good sometimes," Lucas said with a wink. Dwayne just nodded and smiled back. I got the feeling that there was a connection being made between the two of them. "Dwayne, it looks like we're overdressed," Mike commented as he proceeded to pull off his bathing suit. Dwayne hesitated but the bulge in his suit showed he was definitely interested. He looked at me then Lucas and lowered his suit to his ankles, kicking it aside. All four of us were now buck-naked. Lucas had been right about Dwayne. He was hot. Even hotter without clothes on. He was not as tall as Mike but he was more muscular. Well developed biceps, a flat stomach and thick strong thighs. Oh, and did I mention a cock to die for. Almost 8" if I was to guess without measuring and well proportioned. It was almost too big for his body, but not a fatal flaw in any way at all. His balls hung loose just asking to be fondled at the least or taken into someone's mouth and played with at most. His curly blond hair was bleached from the summer sun and may darken in the winter months but still be adorable. When I look at another person, I categorize them as sexy or sensual. Sexy is someone I would want to be naked in bed with, having mad passionate meaningless sex. Sensual is someone you want to put on a pedestal and just take in their beauty, savoring their looks, their smell, their smile and everything about them, recalling it all in a mind blowing jerk off session at some future time and place. Dwayne was the sensual type. I drank in every inch of him to be stored in the back of my mind. Mike came over to me and looked in my eyes. He reached down and wrapped his hand around my boner, giving it a few strokes. "Looks like the Coast Guard arrived just in time to help a sailor in distress. What do you think, Dwayne?" he looked back over his shoulder. "I think you're right," as Dwayne walked up to Lucas and took a hold of his cock. "Good thing we got here just in time for lunch. Are you hungry Dwayne?" Mike asked. "Very much so, and I think I found just the thing to sate my appetite," lowering himself to his knees in front of Lucas. As much as I enjoyed the view of all this naked flesh, I wasn't so sure I was comfortable with Dwayne about to suck Lucas. Lucas must have picked up on my vibe so he lifted Dwayne back to his feet. "As good as mine looks, I think you'll find Paul's more to your liking," as he pointed to me with a goofy grin. Mike moved out of the way as Dwayne came over and dropped his knees in front of me. He took my cock in his hand and looked up at me. "I think Lucas might be right. I'm going to enjoy this as much as you are, maybe even more," as he opened his mouth and swallowed my manhood. I was not sure if I wanted this to happen but the minute his warm wet mouth engulfed me I knew I had nothing but good feelings going through my head. Somehow sensual had transgressed in sexy and I wanted this to go on forever. I put my hands on his shoulders and gently rocked back and forth in rhythm to his bobbing. I knew I wouldn't last long but I underestimated Dwayne skills. He could sense me getting close and all but stopped moving, just holding my cock quiet in his mouth. After a short respite, he began again as my impending climax had subsided. After edging me several times he felt me getting close again and really got down to business, sucking, swirling, bobbing and taking me deep in his throat. I let out a deep moan and unloaded my cum, shooting enormous amount of fluid to reward his efforts. He didn't just swallow but inhaled my juice like a vacuum cleaner, not missing a drop. He was right, he enjoyed it just as much as I had. My knees were wobbling as I reached back to grab steering wheel pedestal to steady myself. I heard clapping from the other side of the cockpit. I looked over and saw Mike and Lucas grinning and slapping their hands. "Well done Seaman Dickinson, you're learning the ways of the open seas. You've passed your first test with flying colors. A real talent, wouldn't you agree, Paul?" Mike asked. I was still recovering and just nodded. I suddenly felt buyer's remorse as guilt crept in for allowing someone other than Lucas to service my cock. I had let the little head take control of the big head and was paying the price for it, emotionally. "Your turn," Mike said as he turned to face Lucas. "Thanks, but I have a promise from someone for later," as he looked in my direction. "As you wish. Let's go Dwayne, we have to get the boat back. Until next time, gentleman," as he and Dwayne got back in their boat and sped off. "I'm not sure there will be a next time," I said sheepishly looking down at the deck. "Oh, I bet there will be. Dwayne enjoyed it as much as you did and I sure they'll want more," Lucas said with a devilish grin. "But it wasn't right. You and I are together and I don't want to cheat on you like that." "Yes, we're together and it would be different if you were cheating by doing that behind my back. The look on your face and the intensity of your orgasm says it was most definitely was right. Besides, it was just sex," Lucas noted. "Then how come you didn't want Mike to do the same with you?" "It may sound weird, but I had a mental orgasm right along with you as Dwayne got you off. I was enjoying the same after sex euphoria and having Mike suck me wouldn't have felt as good as I felt right then. That's why it's not a big deal that Dwayne sucked you off. Mentally I was right there with the both of you. Understand?" "Not entirely, but I'll take your word for it." "Good, now let's get back to sailing so we can get back to shore and you can make good on the promise you made to me this morning." I was having trouble processing all of this when the ocean came to my rescue. A spray of salt water kicked up by the bow splitting the waves flew up and hit me in the face like someone throwing a glass of water at me. It brought me back to the here and now, the sun, the waves, the wind and the three of us on the ocean, Lucas, the boat and myself. After we got back, we took care of the boat and had supper. He were tired and turned in early, saving enough energy to make up for this morning. As we cuddled our naked bodies together and kissed, I had another twinge of guilt concerning Dwayne. Lucas could sense my mood shift and asked what was bothering me. "Are you still upset about today with Dwayne?" he asked. "A little, although I guess I shouldn't be." "If it will make you feel any better, I have a confession to make. Mike talked to me when they came to do the official inspection and told me Dwayne thought I was cute. He asked if you and I were exclusive because Dwayne would like to hook up with me. We made arrangements for them to run into us at sea and come aboard. I had no intentions of doing anything with Dwayne but rather was hoping to get him together with you." "Why the hell would you do that? Are you trying to have him replace you?" I was astonished. "No, just the opposite. I wanted to see if I could be replaced that easy, a hot body, a cute face, a talented mouth and Lucas was long gone. But you're reaction told me I don't have to worry." Realizing I had been set up, and for no good cause, I started to get miffed. "You could have just asked me how I felt. After all we've been through you still don't trust me?" "This is my first relationship so maybe I didn't handle it as well as I could have. But I still get nervous about being abandoned again, just when I feel safe and loved." "It's my first relationship too. But we have to be honest with each other if this is going to work. You're the only one I want to be with so cut the bullshit. Got it?" Tears started to flow down Lucas's cheeks as he hugged me tight. "Got it! But now that I know, you can still fool around with Dwayne if you want. After all, it's only sex." "And it was damn good sex. Let's see if you can measure up," I said laughing to lighten the mood as I rolled on my back. "Hang on, old man, you're in for the best you've ever had," as he proceeded to go down on me and suck me long and hard, edging me closer and more often that Dwayne had been able to. I returned the favor and we fell asleep exhausted and well satisfied that we were 'us', now and for the foreseeable future.