Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 16:26:40 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Sailor Boys - chp 16 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! --- CHAPTER 16 --- The wind speed increased, and with the sun going down I decided to let the boys have some fun. "Brandon?" I said, as I pulled him aside. "Remember what I asked when we were swimming?" Brandon looked at curiously, searching his memory. Then, as though a light went off in his head, he smiled widely. "Are you serious?" He whispered. "Sure, why not? It's not like these boys haven't seen each other naked before. It'll be like a nudist cruise." I smiled as I winked at him. Judging by the rising bulge in Brandon's shorts, he liked the idea. "Are we far enough from shore?" "I think so. Are the main duties done?" Brandon nodded his head quickly. "Go ahead and give the okay. But, voluntary only." I commanded. "No reason for anyone to feel uncomfortable." "Oh yeah!" Brandon hollered and turned quickly to pass the word. It was kind of funny to watch the boys react to Brandon's suggestion, and every boy turned to look at me as he heard the words, looking for approval. I smiled and nodded at each boy, as if to say 'it's okay, I don't mind.' The first boy to be told was Andrew. As he looked at me and I nodded back to him, he still hesitated. Then, slowly, cautiously, he slipped his uniform shirt up over his head, and then looked at me again. I only smiled at him and kept on steering. Slowly, as Brandon watched, Andrew removed his shorts, still looking at me for some sign that Brandon's suggestion was a prank and not really approved. I stared at Andrew as he stood only a few feet from me in his paisley boxer shorts. Such a sweet boy; pale skin, blonde hair, bright blue eyes that would melt a snowman and the faintest sign of blonde hairs on his lower legs. So sexy was Andrew that my dick began to raise as I admired him. Next, just as slowly, just as methodically, Andrew slipped his thumbs into the elastic of his shorts, and slid them down the same sexy legs that had my balls tingling. As his half hard dick popped out, I felt mine rise to full attention. 'Very nice,' I thought to myself, but only continued to smile at Andrew, winking once to assure my approval. Andrew smiled back and then sat on the deck with his back to me, one of those sexy legs off the side of the ship. With Andrew having completed his 'au natural' metamorphosis, Brandon continued on down the deck, each boy looking at me for approval. As the line of boys continued, the looks for approval became less frequent, seeing their crewmates already getting naked. I soon followed their example and shed my clothes, letting my now stiff dick feel the breeze. Within a half hour, The Mighty Miss was now a floating nudist colony, and for the rest of the day, the boys lounged about my ship, soaking up the sun, wind, and sea spray. The sky was absolutely clear; the wind steady and warm; and the only waves were the ones our ship created in its wake. It wasn't long before all of us became comfortable with our new style, and soon enough my erection receded, but returned several times throughout the day as I admired the most beautiful crew I've ever had. As nightfall approached, and the sun began to give way to the moon and stars, our warm breeze began to cool. I threw on my t-shirt and Jeffy followed my lead, putting on his uniform shirt. He liked running around the deck with his naked butt feeling the breeze, and tonight was no exception. Though he had put his shirt back on, my angel boy left his pants off and snuggled up to me at the helm. I sat back further in my Captain's Chair, and Jeffy climbed up into my lap. He remained there until the sun disappeared all together. "So, Little Man, what did you think about sailing naked today?" I asked him as I kissed his head. "It was fun. Can we do it again tomorrow?" He asked excitedly. "We'll see what the weather's like, okay?" I kissed him again. Jeffy settled back against my chest, and let his hand slide down between my legs, gently brushing against my dick. His soft touch always made me tingle, and now, more than ever before, as my dick began to rise again. "Brandon?" I called to my naked First Mate. "Yes, Captain," he said as he happily bounded to the helm. "Better lower the sails. The wind's dying and I want the boys to be able to enjoy the stars." "Aye, aye, Captain." He happily bounced off the helm platform and began issuing orders to his fellow naked and half-naked crewmembers. As the sails began to fall, I fired up two of the diesels and began to search for a quiet cove to drop anchor. It had been a great day, and the boys truly felt free and alive. As we passed a rock outcropping, I almost completely missed a great spot to retire for the night. I quickly spun the wheel to the right, and The Mighty Miss bucked and moaned as she complied angrily with my direction. I shut down the engines, letting her coast softly to the outcropping. "Drop anchor!" I commanded. With expert precision and efficiency, the crew had the sails secured and began to disappear below deck. --- Dinner was prepared with the old excitement and bustling activity. The boys were feeling safe and secure again, and their return to happiness was exploding from their hearts. As we sat at the long table, to a feast of Sailor's Stew, hot cornbread and almond-spinach salad greens, I noticed that the seating arrangement had resumed its normal pairing off. Brandon and Andrew at the far end beside Thomas and Binder. Miwaka and Shaun opposite Jeffy and I, Zach and Billy to my right and ending with Jeremy and Max. With Jeffy on my left and Zach to my immediate right, I was squeezed between two pairs of the softest legs I've ever felt. Since the boys came to the dinner table dressed, or undressed, as they were on deck, no one bothered to redress for dinner. What was the point? No one really cared, and every one felt very comfortable around each other. As we laughed and talked through dinner, Jeffy had already made himself comfortable with his right hand between my legs. Jeffy became quite good at eating with his left hand, and touching me with his right. However, my attention was directed at Zach, because he kept pushing his leg closer and closer to me. When it would touch my leg, I would hold still for a moment then move it to left, away from him. Zach, noticing this, would push closer still. I kept talking and laughing with the boys, as though I hadn't noticed Zach's leg rubbing against me. I decided to test exactly what this boy had in mind, and as I casually reached my hand down under the table, and softly between his parted legs, I got my answer. As I moved my hand closer to Zach's love zone, his stiff dick pushed against my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his slender boy dick and Zach casually turned at me, smiled and went back to eating his dinner. 'Very smooth, Zach,' I thought to myself. That's how I spent my time at the dinner table. Between bites of food, my hands were caressing Jeffy's stiffy, and Zach's stiffy. I couldn't pay enough attention at one time to jerk the boy off, but I certainly wanted to. I think Zach was glad I didn't try, because his movements were casual and subtle. This was his secret time with the Captain, and I wasn't about to turn him down. Dinner was finished all too quickly, and the boys hurriedly cleaned the galley and readied themselves for bed. The boys would return to their separate cabins, and although a few moaned and groaned, I wanted to make sure that we got a good night's sleep. As usual, I woke in the late evening and did my rounds on the boys. When I got to Zach and Billy's cabin, Billy was sound asleep. I kissed him on the head, pulled up his sheet to his neck, and turned to Zach's bunk. His eyes were closed, so I assumed he was asleep. However, the stiff dick pointing at me was a clear indication that he was either having a great dream or was only pretending to be asleep. I leaned in, kissed him on the head, and pulled his sheet over his naked body. My tongue wanted to work its magic on his stiff stick, but I respected my boys more than that. It had to be consentual or I wouldn't feel right. As I lifted my head from the kiss, Zach whispered, "I had fun at dinner." "Me too. You get some sleep now, okay?" I kissed him on the cheek, and Zach wrapped his arm around my neck. "I'm so glad you let us have this voyage." "Me too, Zach. But you need your rest. We'll talk again in the morning, okay? Go to sleep now." I patted his butt as he rolled over. My own hard dick, though very noticeable to me, was hidden by the darkness of the cabin. I reached down and gave it a gentle squeeze as I closed the door on my way out. I returned to my cabin, and sliding back under the sheet, Jeffy snuggled up to my chest, pushing his naked legs against me. "I missed you." "You know I have to check on the crew, Angel." I kissed his head. Jeffy responded by reaching down and wrapping his soft fingers around my still stiff prick. "I guess you did miss me." I kissed his head again. "I want to play," He whispered. "Me too." I answered and began caressing his back, moving ever closer to those luscious mounds below his back. Jeffy moved down my belly, and began licking the end of my cock. "Oh yes," I softly moaned as his well-practiced tongue worked its magic over my knob. I looked down for a moment and Jeffy smiled up at me, pleased that I was enjoying his attention. It struck me that both of us could enjoy the attention, and I lifted him up, and turned him around so that his now erect boy stick was facing me. I parted my lips and let Jeffy's dick slide in. And Jeffy immediately went back to work on my now leaking dick. We stayed in this position, sucking and licking each other, for what seemed like an hour. I had come close to exploding a couple of times, but had worked to hold my orgasm at bay. I wanted this to last all night, and was doing my best to do so. Jeffy was enjoying it too as he moaned and sighed all through our special time together. Jeffy began pushing down on his hips, forcing his tender young dick deeper into my hot, hungry mouth. His breathing increased and he stopped licking me, focusing only on my attention. I could feel his heart rate increase in the pulsing of his dick, and I knew his dry orgasm was approaching. Jeffy bucked his hips harder and had a fast rhythm going against my face. Suddenly, Jeffy pushed inward and froze as his dick pulsed and jumped. "Uh, uh," was all he could utter. I continued to massage his ass cheeks, holding him tightly against my face. Surprisingly, a small tear of liquid gathered on my tongue. I pressed it between my tongue and Jeffy's still pulsing dick, and the sweet salty flavor confirmed my suspicion. Jeffy's first load, even though it was small, had rested upon my tongue. Jeffy calmed and his breathing returned to normal, and as it did, he went back to work, milking my man juices from me. I was so excited about being the first to taste his precious boy cum that I had to tell him. I stopped Jeffy and turned him around to face me. "Did it feel different, Jeffy?" He nodded softly. "That's because you came." I whispered softly, as I stroked his hair. He looked at me curiously, and then realizing what I meant began to smile. "I did? I can shoot like the other guys?" His excitement at this news was heard in his voice. "Yes, Sir. Not as much as they can, but don't worry. You'll be shooting as much as those boys in no time." I hugged him tightly, and my dick brushed against his soft legs. I reached my hand down, and began stroking my shaft. I was so excited about Jeffy's milestone, and my own now aching need to blast, that I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Jeffy sat up and wrapped his legs around my hard cock and began moving up and down against it. My leaking head was soon coated with precum. Jeffy moved forward, and my slippery cock head pushed against his tight love hole. He leaned down closer to me. "You can put it there if you want, Cappy." I did want, and Jeffy knew it. My dick isn't thick, but I didn't want to split this beautiful boy in half, and I knew I couldn't hold back my boiling cum long enough to work myself in. "It's okay, Jeffy. You're fine right where you're at." Jeffy smiled at me and kissed my cheek before sitting up and rubbing against me again. The feel of Jeffy's hot boy skin against my dick, and the images of Brandon in my cabin; Andrew on deck; and Zach at the dinner table flooded my thoughts. In no time, my cum raced from my balls, surging out of my dick against Jeffy's skin. Jeffy continued to rub me, milking every last drop; and rubbing my hot cum into his skin like a fine male lotion. My own breathing returned to normal, and I pulled Jeffy down on my chest, holding him tightly as my dick returned to its soft, peaceful state. "Jeffy, you know Cappy loves you, right?" "Yep." He said smiling again. "Good. Good night, Mister Man." --- Jeffy and I woke early and as he rubbed his sweet little eyes, he said, "Thanks for letting me play last night. I like playing with you." "I'm glad you do. I like our special time together too, Jeffy." I kissed him gently on the cheek. "Let's get a shower before anyone gets up." Jeffy smiled bigger at me. He knew the invitation to shower together meant more play time for him and I, and he raced his naked butt into the shower before I could change my mind. Jeffy didn't know, but I wouldn't have changed my mind. --- The mood was happy and as the boys entered the galley, dressed in uniform, I greeted them good morning. Each one returned my greeting, and I could tell that they had rested well. After breakfast, the crew cleaned up the galley, and readied The Mighty Miss for another day of clear sailing. The morning sun was bright and brilliant, and there were only a few scattered puffs of white clouds over us. The wind had already begun to greet us as I ordered the anchor and the sails raised. The boys were in great spirits this morning, and the morning ocean expressed an invitation to sail across her; an invitation that I didn't turn down. We were underway, and as the sails billowed, our speed increased and the breeze kissed our faces. I decided that it was time for Andrew to have his shot at commanding the wheel of my proud schooner. "Andrew?" I called to him. His head turned quickly at me, as though he were in trouble. "Come here, please." I smiled at him, assuring him it wasn't trouble he was in for. "Yes, Captain?" A slight nervousness took over his voice, and the fact that Brandon came to his side shortly after didn't help. "It's all right, Brandon. I want to speak to Andrew. You can go back to your station." Brandon looked at Andrew, then back at me, and then hesitantly turned to his station. "Go on, Brandon, he's not in trouble." Brandon wasn't satisfied with my assurance, but returned to his station, expectantly obedient as usual. "Andrew, you've been a good Assistant to Brandon. I'm rather proud of the way you've held your own on this trip." I started as I guided the boy up the helm platform, my arm around his shoulder. "Thank you, Sir." He said, still cautiously. "How would you like to learn how to pilot The Mighty Miss?" "Me, Sir?" He pointed to his chest. "Yes, you. Come on now, don't be shy. It's quite simple. You just have to follow my commands, and you'll have the hang of it in no time." Andrew stepped closer to the wheel with his hands at his side. "All right then." I said as I placed his now trembling hands on the big wooden wheel. "Relax, Boy. It won't bite you." Andrew looked toward Brandon, who had turned to watch what was going on. Brandon softly smiled at him and nodded as if to say, 'it's okay. It's fun.' Andrew's trembling diminished, and I guided him through the motions, similar to how I taught Brandon. After an hour or so, Brandon approached the helm. "Can I talk to you, Captain?" "You think you're ready to be on your own, Andrew?" I smiled at him proudly. "I think so," he said. "Good man. You have the helm, Andrew." I said as I led Brandon to the bow of my ship where no one was stationed. "What's on your mind, Brandon?" "Well, with everything that's happened, I completely forgot." "Forgot what?" "Shaun's birthday," Brandon said as he put his head down. "He'll be 12 tomorrow, and I completely forgot to tell you. I wanted it to be special. I work hard every year to make it special, because mom and dad are never around on his birthday. We're always at camp or something, and so every year, I celebrate his birthday." My pride in Brandon increased ten fold at that moment. I knew he cared and looked out for his little brother. I just never appreciated how much. I wrapped my arms around Brandon and hugged him tight. "Don't you worry yourself. We'll make it the best birthday ever. Now, go on back to work, and I'll come up with something great for his birthday celebration. We'll talk after dinner, okay?" Brandon lifted his head. "Thanks, Red. I knew I could count on you." He whispered, as he left for his station. Just as I was about to turn toward the helm, Andrew quickly turned the wheel, causing The Mighty Miss to tilt. I've been on the sea for years, but this one caught me off guard, and I almost lost my balance. "Easy!" I yelled as I regained my level, along with the ship. I hurried back to the helm. "Guess I left a little too early, eh, Andrew?" I smiled at him, now that the shock had worn off. "Gentle movements make a graceful trip." I replaced my hands on the wheel next to his, smoothing the schooner back into a level heading. After another hour, I ordered Andrew back to his station. "Thanks, Captain," he said as he stepped off the platform. "That was fun." "You're welcome." Andrew turned and with his proud chest extended, returned to his duty station. The rest of the day was spent sailing north toward Washington State. There's a cozy little village port I like to visit, as well as some historical landmarks that I want to show the boys, so I set the course. The sea was graceful and provided a brisk, consistent wind to fill our sails. During the lunch meal, Brandon took the helm, in order to give me a break and keep us sailing. He was becoming an excellent sailor and his keen attention to detail only made me love him more. The thought of seeing him leave my ship was not a pleasant one, and so I dismissed it as quickly as it came. As nightfall approached, the coastline turned to shallow beaches. Great for afternoon swimming, but lousy for anchoring a large vessel like The Mighty Miss. I guided her into shallow waters, but still far enough from the shore to provide a sense of safety and security. We dropped anchor and called it a night. With Shaun's birthday tomorrow, I summoned Brandon to my cabin. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" Brandon asked as he knocked on my door. "Yes, come in, Brandon, come in. Please, have a seat." Brandon smiled, and sat on the bunk. I stopped for a moment as the rush of memories of the last time he sat on my bunk came flooding in. "Now then," I said as I looked away from his beautiful face. "We want tomorrow to be special for Shaun, and I have just the thing." I laid out my plan for Shaun's Day, as it would be called, and after instructing what he and the crew would do, I dismissed him to his cabin, as Jeffy was returning from the gallery with some cookies and milk for our bedtime snack. "You're gonna make me fat, Jeffy," I giggled at him as I jabbed his side. "Yeah, right." He giggled back as he hopped onto the bunk, almost spilling the milk. --- The boys lined up next to Shaun, all waiting their turn. The dinner was spectacular and even the Pineapple Upside Down Cake was a hit. Andrew had outdone himself in the baking arena and everyone begged for seconds. "You're twelve now, Shaun," I announced as the boys settled down. "It's time." Shaun bent over the seat of the couch, ready for his birthday spankings. A strange tradition, in my opinion. Back home in Ireland, our family never spanked their children, unless it was a punishment for some wrong deed. However, in America, families spank their children on their birthday. Even give them a "pinch to grow an inch." It certainly wouldn't have made anything on me grow. Nevertheless, as an American Citizen now, I had come to accept certain traditions, regardless of how silly. "Now, I know you're expecting birthday spankings from each of the boys, but I thought it would be more fun to give you some birthday fuckings." I said this as I pulled the lose boxers down, exposing his tender white butt cheeks to the group. While I generously applied some lube to his tight boy pussy, Shaun looked back at the group, each one naked, erect, and waiting for his turn to poke Shaun up the ass. "Ready, Birthday Boy?" Andrew said as he pointed his stiff dick at the lubed hole. "Ready!" Shaun said with a smile, trying to relax, despite the excitement he was feeling. "Remember, Andrew, you only get twelve pushes." I re-explained the rules as Andrew began to push his dick into Shaun's hole. The group began to count as Andrew pushed inside. ONE TWO THREE Andrew could feel Shaun tightening his ass ring around his dick as he pushed, intensifying the feeling. FOUR FIVE SIX And so, it continued, as each boy made sure his dick stayed good and hard. SEVEN EIGHT NINE Andrew began to moan and so did Shaun. What a great way to get his birthday spankings. TEN ELEVEN TWELVE! All the boys hollered in unison. "Okay, Mister Man." I pulled Andrew from his spot. "Give Thomas a chance." Thomas moved in and replaced the position Andrew had held, and each boy followed, the whole time counting off one to twelve. Brandon held the end of the line and when it came his turn, he hesitated. Shaun looked up at his older brother, a blissful content smile on his face. "Come on, Bran, it's not like we haven't done this before." Brandon smiled, nodded his head, and pushed his way into the now relaxed Shaun. After twelve, it was my turn. I wasn't sure I could last until it was my turn. Seeing these fine boys totally fucking one of their own was enough to send me blasting without being inside his warm love tunnel. But, I managed to hold off and my turn had arrived. I carefully placed the head of my dick against his open, waiting ass, and with very little effort, I slipped inside. The heat of the other boys and the continued use of lube had made Shaun the perfect size for my man dick. I started to push, and the counting began. Shaun moaned louder with each push, as I went deeper and deeper inside him. ONE TWO THREE I could feel my passion building, and I could tell by the intense squeezing of Shaun's ass cheeks that he was trying to get the most of this time. FOUR FIVE SIX I knew I wouldn't make it, and I could feel my breathing get heavier and my orgasm approach. I wanted to cum inside him. I wanted to be a part of him and have a part of me in him. SEVEN I could feel it. My cum was racing the short journey from my balls to his ass. EIGHT It was too late. I wouldn't make the full twelve. NINE "OH GOD," I hollered, as wave after creamy hot wave of my man juices exploded...deep...inside... --- The dream woke me suddenly as the last of my cum spurted out from my dick, pouring onto Jeffy's sleeping body. It took me a moment to realize that I had been dreaming, and I as I moved my hand down to my softening dick, the aroma of my wet-dream produced cum filled the room. My dear sweet Jeffy never even moved, and I snuggled in closer to him, trying to recapture the dream that I had been torn away from. --- The next morning, Jeffy and I took our usual "playtime" shower, and although I had already cum so much the night before, I managed to still have enough left for Jeffy to play with in the shower. We leisurely cleaned up and dressed, and we met Brandon in the galley to prepare for Shaun's Day. "Has the crew been told what they need to do?" "Aye, aye, Captain, and they're looking forward to it. Especially Miwaka. He thinks it's a great idea." "Good. Get Andrew up and started on the cake, and make sure Shaun stays in his cabin." I patted Brandon on the back, and he quickly left to carry out the directions. With an hour, the whole crew was bustling through their duties, as well as covering for Shaun's duties. He would get the day off today. Breakfast was prepared, and even though Shaun was tempted to leave his cabin to investigate such a wonderful aroma, he dared not under specific instruction from Brandon. Breakfast was delivered to his cabin by Miwaka and Thomas, and Shaun was told that today was officially Shaun's Day. "What?" He asked, looking curiously at the boys. "That's right," I boldly pronounced as I entered the cabin. "Happy Birthday, Mister Man. Today is official Shaun's Day. There will be no duties for you today, and Brandon and I have cooked up a little surprise for you tonight." Shaun smiled widely. "Now, enjoy your breakfast, and we'll see you boys on deck in 30 minutes." I left the three boys alone in the cabin and returned to the galley to insure that things were in order. The day went off without a hitch. We had excellent sailing, found a wonderful secluded sand bar to do some after lunch skinny-dipping, and had the perfect winds to fill our sails. Shaun was in heaven. Anything he asked for the boys got him. He had an entire crew at his disposal, and though he didn't take advantage, the boys made sure he had a relaxing, special day. Evening came, and that was when the surprise that Brandon and I had cooked up would take place. Before securing the deck stairs door for the night, we blind-folded Shaun and guided him downstairs. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.