Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 14:05:08 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Sailor Boys - chptr 26 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 26 --- "Very well, then. Let the game begin. And may the best man win." I moved my Bishop Pawn forward two spaces and hit the timer. The game had begun... "HEY!" Jeffy yelled, pointing at the board. "You don't get to go first!" "Very good, Jeffy." I said proudly, moving my pawn back in place. "You've learned quite well." Brandon eyed me carefully, as I reset the timer. Then, after studying the board for a moment, moved his knight out. I moved my knight out. He moved his again, closer to my army. I moved my Bishop Pawn out, allowing movement of my Bishop. Brandon studied the board, and then chose to move a Pawn. And, so it went. Piece by piece, movement by movement. As before, each move a strategic gesture; skill against skill; motion against motion. For Brandon, it was a chance to regain his position in the group. For me, it was a chance to regain my 'Eagle Eyes' title. The next eight moves or so went without a single piece falling. However, there was very few moves left that wouldn't cause a sacrificial lamb to be slaughtered. Brandon had set up his pieces with precision, but I wasn't new to the game, and had a few precise blocks of my own. The next move started a frenzy of captures. Pawn to Pawn, Knight to Pawn, Bishop to Knight, Pawn to Bishop. That move sent the crowd moaning at Brandon for not seeing it earlier. I tried not to gloat, but to be honest, the move was rather silly. Brandon stewed for only a moment after seeing his Bishop removed from the board by a measly Pawn. Then his eyes lit up, as he moved his Rook from the far side and took the Pawn. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless. CLICK, he hit the timer. "I see." I finally said. Up to that point, neither of us had spoken. "Then, I suppose you won't mind if I do this." And I moved my Bishop, capturing the Rook without a single piece to stop me or capture me. The boys groaned again, and I could tell it was a move that Brandon knew was possible but hoped I hadn't seen. He studied the board, and I watched as his eyes darted back and forth, working through the next three moves in his mind. You could almost hear him counsel himself, 'I move the Knight there, then he moves here, I take the Bishop, he takes the Knight, I corner his Queen.' Actually, I had seen the moves he was working out. It made sense to me, but I hoped he studied a bit longer before making the move. It wasn't the third part of the move that bothered me, but what would logically follow. As I saw the move in my own mind, Brandon moved his Knight. It was too late. I took his Knight with my own Rook, which he expected. He moved his remaining Rook and took my Bishop. A reasonable sacrifice considering what I saw in the future. I took the Knight, and he moved his Rook to 'corner' my Queen. However, as the boys quieted, I casually moved the Queen just three small spaces to the left, not only releasing her from being cornered, but lining her directly with his King. "Check." I softly announced. The shock in Brandon's eyes confirmed what I suspected: That indeed, he had correctly seen the first three moves, but missed the out for the Queen, missing my move entirely. "FUCK!" He said out loud. He studied the board, carefully gauging the King's escape route. Brandon was clever enough to know that merely moving the King was not enough. He had to try to set it up forcing me to lose another piece. The timer ticked for more than a minute, and the boys began to get anxious. Most were now standing, hovering over us, as though some brutal schoolyard fight had broken out. Finally, I broke the silence. "Strategy is a practice of arrangement and execution." Brandon looked at me, and then restudied the board. It was a hint, and he knew it. The rest of the boys had missed my hint, somehow thinking I was being arrogant. Brandon, however, knew better. He studied the three possible squares around his King, and then his eyes lit up. Moving the King diagonally one square forward, he withdrew the King from 'Check.' He also strategically protected the King from a subsequent check. Then, Brandon clicked the timer, sat back, and grinned. "Very well done." I commended. It was the only move I hadn't necessarily planned for, which was why I gave him the hint. I didn't have another attack ready. He knew it, I knew it. The boys didn't see it, which only added to the intensity of watching the game. I moved my Queen again, to the opposite end of the board. Now it was Brandon's turn to advance and attack. Following my statement, he arranged and executed. Three more moves with no loss of pieces, and then, another ugly battle. Brandon moved first, Bishop to Bishop, Knight to Bishop, Queen to Knight. Then Brandon swiftly moved his remaining Rook in line with my King. "Check!" CLICK. "Hmmmm." I spoke softly. The boys scanned the board, softly whispering to each other, 'did he win?' I moved the King one step forward, capturing a Pawn and releasing my King. Brandon moved his Queen to the far left of the board, capturing a Pawn, and making his way to corner me again. However, it was my turn to attack. I moved my Rook two spaces up, protected from his Queen by a Pawn, but lining myself up with any attack he had planned. He drew his Queen back one space. It was a move that I didn't anticipate, only because it had no strategic value, other than forcing me to move again. I moved my Rook across the board to my far left. The next three moves were a dance of wits between Brandon and I. The room fell silent, and you could hardly hear anyone breathe. It was my turn to move, and the moment that I had waited so patiently for, had finally arrived. It was a 'cross-roads' really. If I moved my King forward, it would be impossible for Brandon to 'check me' without also sacrificing his remaining Rook. However, if I left the King in place, and advanced toward his kingdom, Brandon would win within two moves, therefore, once again claiming his First Mate's position in our group. I studied the board for a minute, allowing the timer to tick away. The intensity on the boys' faces showed that my hesitation was an indication of some grand strategy that I was creating. However, I was merely debating a much larger battle than the chess game. A choice between a leap of faith in someone I cared for, and my own petty egotistic reputation. I reached for the King, and placed my fingers on the crown. 'A leap of faith, Red,' my mind racing through the situation, trying desperately to make the right choice. Slowly, methodically, almost dramatically, I removed my fingers from the crown, leaving the King in its place. Then, I moved my Queen again, capturing another Pawn. CLICK I had made my choice, and the look on Brandon's face confirmed that he saw what I was doing. He looked up at me, and my eyes met his. Subtly, unnoticed by the other boys, I nodded. Brandon took my invitation, and, as expected, within two more moves, announced, "Check Mate!" Every one looked at me for confirmation. "Excellent game, Brandon." I congratulated him, and the boys burst into a frenzy of 'high-fives' and cheers. As the excitement began to die down, I suggested a congratulatory snack, and Andrew quickly jumped up, racing to the galley to prepare something appropriate for us. As the boys began to move out of the main room, I cleaned up the game and was about to store it back into the cabinet. As I opened the cabinet door, Brandon wrapped his arm around my waist and softly whispered, "Thank you, Captain. I know what you did. Thank you. I won't let you down." Before I could even respond, Brandon quickly left the room, headed for the galley. I slid the board into the cabinet, and softly closed the door. The lump in my throat was large enough to choke me, and the single tear in my eye told my heart that I had made the right choice. 'Strategy is a practice of arrangement and execution, Red.' I said to myself. 'You did the right thing.' --- The evening was quiet, and as the boys turned in for the night, there was a feeling of utter happiness on The Mighty Miss. Brandon had regained his title, and would be, once again, relied upon to guide the crew. Andrew had become quite the 'gourmet chef' during his trip. And I had the satisfying feeling of influencing the maturity of these great boys. Having completed my rounds, and tucking the boys in, I returned to my patiently waiting Jeffy. I kissed his forehead, and he quickly moved upward to meet my lips. We snuggled in and began our journey to dreamland. --- "Oh, sorry, didn't know anyone was in here." Brandon said, as Jeremy came out of the shower. "It's okay, I was finished anyway." Jeremy scanned Brandon's naked body. He felt his dick tingle and quickly begin to rise. He wrapped a towel around his waist as casually and quickly as he could. "Jeremy, I really am sorry about the way I treated you." Brandon said softly, eyeing the rising bulge in Jeremy's towel. "I'm glad everything is back to normal." Jeremy wasn't sure what to say. He certainly wasn't ready to admit he liked the attention from Brandon, even if it was rough. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just...well, you're so hot, and I just...couldn't help it." Jeremy began to blush and he felt his dick bouncing in the towel. "You're the hot one, Brandon, and everybody knows it. Andrew's talked about you and how he loves to suck you off." Brandon stepped back, gauging Jeremy to see if he was telling the truth. "Well, I just wanted to personally say I'm sorry. I wish I could make it up to you." Jeremy leaned down, trying to dry off his legs, and still keep the towel over his pulsing cock. As he looked up at Brandon, he noticed Brandon's dick had begun to grow. Jeremy's mouth watered, and he knew he wanted to grab Brandon's ass, pull him close, and bury his face in his crotch. Brandon could tell Jeremy was focusing on his dick, which only made it grow even more. "I'd be willing to make it up to you, Jeremy," Brandon whispered softly, as he closed the door behind him. "If you wanted me to." 'I DO want you to,' Jeremy thought to himself. "What do you mean?" "Well," Brandon smiled, placing his hand under Jeremy's chin, standing him up. "I could take care of that raging boner you've got." Brandon tugged on the loose towel, dropping it to the floor. Jeremy's stiff cock pointed directly at Brandon, as Brandon lowered himself to his knees, now facing the erect boy tool. Jeremy stood still, not sure what he wanted to do. Actually, he knew what he wanted, but didn't want Brandon to think he wanted it. It was Jeremy's own game now, and Brandon was on his knees, waiting for the answer. Jeremy stepped forward, and Brandon parted his lips. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jeremy asked. Brandon gave his answer by engulfing the boy's slender cock, down the fine hairs above it. "Oh God, Brandon, mmmm." Jeremy softly moaned. Brandon released his hold for a moment. "Do you like it?" Jeremy nodded his head, and Brandon continued his oral pleasure. Up and down Jeremy's soft skinned cock, Brandon moved his mouth, pressing his tongue against the bottom of Jeremy's shaft. Brandon moved his left hand upward, and began caressing Jeremy's hairless tender boy balls. "Mmmmm." Jeremy moaned again, tilting his head back, enjoying Brandon's touch. "This feels so good." Brandon pressed his lips tighter together, and began moving faster up and down Jeremy's cock. While his mouth worked Jeremy's dick, his left hand worked Jeremy's balls, he moved his right hand downward, stroking his own leaking cock. Soon, Brandon was jerking his own dick as fast as he was sucking off Jeremy's. Brandon could tell Jeremy was close, as his breathing increased, and Brandon could feel Jeremy's heartbeat pulsing along the slender shaft. "Dude, I'm gonna shoot." Jeremy finally uttered through his hurried breath. Brandon let Jeremy's dick slip from his mouth and stroked it with his left hand, all the while still stroking his own cock. "Oh God....uhg...uh....here...it...uhh" Jeremy's white boy cream began jetting through Brandon's fingers, landing on his chin and chest. A stream of hot boy cum landed on Brandon's dick head, lubricating Brandon's strokes. The feeling of Jeremy's cum on his dick sent Brandon spraying his own hot cum upward against his chest, mixing happily with Jeremy's load. Brandon continued to stroke and pull on both of their dicks, milking the last precious drops from them. As the last single tear appeared on the end of Jeremy's softening dick, Brandon reached in, and licked it clean with his tongue. Brandon then stood up, the streams of cum glistening on his chest. "We still friends?" He asked Jeremy. "Hell yeah. That was awesome. Maybe we can suck each other next time." Jeremy smiled at Brandon, as he was stepping into the shower. "Maybe." Brandon winked, closing the shower curtain. --- I woke to the aroma of grilled pancakes and bacon. Andrew had beaten me to the galley and was already busying himself with breakfast preparations. "Good Morning." I said as I entered the galley. "Good Morning, Captain. Sleep well?" "Yes, thank you. Breakfast smells great." I patted Andrew on the butt as I passed him to fetch myself some hot tea. Andrew looked up at me and smiled, then went back to his work. "You know, it's pretty hard to be up before me around here." I chuckled as I poured the steaming water across the tea bag. "Yes, Sir. But, if I'm going to make you guys a decent breakfast, I can't sleep in." "You've turned out to be quite a galley cook for us, Andrew. I'm most impressed." I sat at the table, close to where he was working. "Thank you, Sir. I do try." Andrew finished the first plate of bacon, placed the strips on a warming tray, and slid the tray into a warm oven. Then, he brought a stack of plates to the table. "Let me help you, Andrew," I said as my hand brushed against his. "Ummm, yeah, okay." Andrew's face began to blush, and he quickly turned from me. I began placing the plates around the large table, making a full circle that led back to where Andrew was working. "Forks?" I said. "Huh?" Andrew's eyes were big and his face blushed further. "Oh, yeah, 'FORKS.'" Andrew started giggling. "What did you think I said?" "Oh, nothing. Here you go." "Andrew? Is there something you want to tell me?" I stopped him place, grabbing both his arms so he was facing me. "Tell you? Ummm, no. I don't think so." I pulled the blonde haired boy closer to me. "You can tell me anything, Matey." Andrew slipped his arm around my waist, and I wasn't sure, but I was certain I felt his hand slip down over my right cheek. I was about to say something, when he quickly turned from me and said, "Must get this bacon into the warmer." Before I could respond or pursue his obvious interest, Thomas and Binder entered the galley, laughing about some joke Thomas had told. "Morning." They sang in unison. "Good morning. Breakfast is almost ready." Andrew announced, rather properly. Soon enough, the aroma of the galley sent its wake up call to the rest of the ship, and the boys gathered, in uniform, for their first meal of the day. As usual, the table was soon buzzing with conversation, and the clink and clank of utensils and glassware. Breakfast was consumed in record speed, and the crew immediately set to cleaning up the galley. "Ready the crew, Brandon. We set sail in ten minutes." I proudly announced. Brandon snapped to attention. "Aye, aye, Sir. With pleasure." He was back, and happier than ever! As ordered, Brandon had the crew on deck; ready for inspection by the time I approached the helm. "Ready for inspection, Captain." Brandon announced, saluting me. "Excellent. Thank you, Brandon." I commenced with the inspection, turning each boy, patting him down, fixing a collar here, and a shirt there, and giving each one a gentle pat on the butt. It was my signature of approval, and they knew it. However, when I got to Andrew, he seemed shy and uncomfortable. It was when I turned him around that I noticed the tent forming in the front of his uniform shorts. Brandon noticed it too. "You boys look great." I announced, backing from Andrew, and skipping Brandon all together. "Let's get underway." "Stations, Gentlemen!" Brandon yelled, and the boys scattered to their appointed areas of the ship. "Pull anchor!" The anchor was lifted and secured. "Raise the Main Sail!" The fabric unfurled and billowed as the morning breeze pushed the fabric into a large pillow. Jeffy came and sat next to me. "Where are we going today, Cappy?" "We only have three days before we're due in San Diego, and I thought you boys might like another shot at that Roller Coaster." I smiled back at Jeffy, my arm on his shoulder. "Woo Hoo!" Jeffy yelled, and bounded off the helm to spread the word of our destination. The weather was picture perfect, and the wind was strong and steady. No sign of rain, and the waves under us were large enough to occasionally lift our bow, but mild enough to be enjoyed. The sails of The Mighty Miss made the most efficient use of our wind power and we were moving along quickly. I had just lifted my head from the compass when Thomas yelled, "Whales! Look!" The boys gathered where Thomas was standing, and looked in the direction he was pointing. Sure enough, a school of five or six whales were cresting the water, running parallel to our ship. "Jeffy." I called. "Run to our cabin and grab the camera." Jeffy followed my instruction and was back in a flash, the instant camera in hand. He held it out to me. "No. YOU take the picture. And take some of your friends too. Enough for everybody to take some home." With excitement on his face, Jeffy began snapping pictures as quickly as the film would exit the camera, handing them to everyone. The boys watched as they developed. The whales in the water; Thomas making funny faces; Andrew posing like a model; Brandon saluting; each boy posing or smiling or doing something goofy, just for fun. Each time the camera would run out of film, Jeffy would run it over to me, and I'd quickly insert a new film cartridge. --- The rest of the day was spent sailing toward Santa Cruz, and with the cooperative weather and good winds, I kept The Mighty Miss moving forward through lunch and through dinner. Brandon and I took turns piloting the ship, and he was happy to again be First Mate, in charge of the helm. We made excellent time, and although we would make Santa Cruz, it would be early morning. I decided to pull another 'all nighter.' Brandon agreed to take shifts with me, and of course, Jeffy stayed at my side, and would snuggle with me on one of the benches during my 'nap time.' Andrew stayed on board as well, and as the dark cover of night was upon us, and the only sound was the hum of the diesels, I found Andrew making more and more excuses to be closer to me, and brush against me. Perhaps it was my overactive imagination, I thought. However, that thought would soon be dashed out. Andrew stepped upon the helm while Brandon and Jeffy were sleeping. "I can't sleep. Is it okay if I sit here?" He whispered to me. "Sure. I could use the company." "The sky sure is pretty." Andrew said, moving his left leg closer to me. "Yes, I love the stars out here. So clear and bright." "I'm gonna miss all this." He said, finally softly touching his leg against mine. I didn't move away, and neither did he. The heat from his skin felt wonderful against me. "I wish I could stay out here forever." "I know. Sometimes, I sail out by myself, just to get away from the city and the noise. The waters are still untouched by 'progress' and it's still the way man looked upon it hundreds of years ago." I pressed my leg closer to him, and he didn't pull away. "It's really nice out tonight." Andrew said, as he pulled his uniform shirt up over his head. His pale, hairless skin shone in the helm lights. "A nice warm breeze too. Not enough wind to sail, but still nice." I gently placed my right hand on his leg. Surprisingly, Andrew placed his hand on top of mine, and we just sat there for a moment, enjoying the stillness and peacefulness of the night. "Brandon really looks up to you, Captain." Andrew finally spoke, gently stroking my hand. "He's a good person, Andrew. He loves with his whole heart." "Yeah, he does. But, he talks about you all the time." My heart stopped for a moment. Did Brandon talk about me sexually? I wondered, but did not speak. "He said you're awesome in bed." Andrew caught my eyes, gauging my response. Then, slowly, he moved his upward toward my swelling crotch. I moved my hand to his, and pulled it to my swelling bulge, and Andrew gently squeezed the rising monster trapped in my shorts. Then, Andrew slid off the chair and stood right next to me, stroking my cock through the fabric. My now leaking dick began to form a circular wet spot on the front of my shorts. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the boy's tender touch, and when I opened them again, Andrew had slid his shorts down to his ankles, letting his stiff dick feel the warm breeze. I moved my hand around, grasped the stiff shaft of his hot cock, and began stroking it. "Mmmmm, that feels nice." Andrew whispered to me. Then, Andrew unsnapped my shorts, and fished inside for my cock. It was hard and easy to find, but not so easy to pull out of my constraining shorts. I stood up from the chair, and let them fall to the deck. Andrew kneeled down, and wrapped his young hot lips around my cock, licking my precum from the tip. I leaned back against the chair, for fear of falling down, and closed my eyes again. Thank God we were miles from land, as I was no longer watching which way I was steering. I merely held on and enjoyed the attention. Andrew began licking my piss slit, begging the precum to ooze forward. I wanted to touch him again, so I placed my hand under his chin, gently lifting him up to me. My dick slid out from his hungry mouth with a pop, and as soon as he stood, I once again, grabbed his 4-1/2-inch dick and continued to stroke his shaft. Andrew and I continued jerking each other's cock. My hunger for his pale white ass only grew more and more, but with piloting the ship, I knew this was all I could do. Andrew began to pant, and I knew his orgasm was building. The feeling of his cock in my hand caused my own leaking cock to build its peak. "Oh yeah, here it comes." Andrew moaned, and then his body froze up, as the first jet of boy cum shot from between my fingers and onto the deck. I continued milking his precious fluid from his young balls, as my own hot ropes of man juice blasted from the tip, drenching his arm and chest. As his dick began to soften, I gently pinched it between my fingers and drained the last few drops from him. "Brandon was right about you." Andrew said, through his recovering breath. "Thanks for keeping me company, Andrew." I said, just before I planted a large passionate kiss on his lips. Andrew returned my kiss and even allowed me to dance with his tongue. --- The rising sun warmed my skin, and as I opened my eyes and felt Jeffy's soft hair against my bare chest, I prayed right at that moment, that time would stand still and I would always have him with me. But, the answer to my prayer was 'no' and the sun continued to rise. "Good morning, Brandon." I said, as I stood up, gently placing my sleeping Jeffy back down on the blanket. "Good morning, Captain." "Still on course?" "Yes, Sir." Brandon replied proudly. "Good. I'm going to check my map and the radar. We should be close. The shoreline is beginning to look familiar again. Steady as she goes, Brandon." "Aye, aye, Sir." After checking my charts, radar, and redoing my calculations, I returned on deck, just in time to see Andrew kiss Brandon and head to the deck stairs. "Well, somebody looks like they slept well." I chuckled as Andrew passed me. "Yes, thank you. Did you?" "Yes, I had a very good evening." I winked at him, and he headed below to the galley. "Start steering toward that shoreline," I directed Brandon, as Jeffy came up behind me, hugging me tightly. "Well, good morning to you too." I said, as I turned and lifted him to my chest. "I'm going to take my little Mate here down to the galley. I'll be back shortly." "Aye, aye, Captain," Brandon said as he continued his course, moving closer to the shoreline. When I got Jeffy settled in the galley, I grabbed two bowls of the morning oatmeal that Andrew had prepared and headed back up to the helm. "Here you go." I said as I handed Brandon a bowl, and sat in the seat next to his. "It's going to be a good day," Brandon smiled as he took his first bite of breakfast. "Mm, hmm," I mumbled through my full mouth. --- Within two hours, we arrived at the Santa Cruz pier. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, but there was already a hustle and bustle of the morning visitors. I paid our mooring fees, and gathered the boys. We disembarked from The Mighty Miss and returned to our play land at the Boardwalk. The rides were just opening up as we arrived, as though they were waiting for our return. Once again, the stares at the boys' uniforms were obvious, and all but ignored by the boys. We partnered up and took on the Boardwalk like we owned the place. All of us screamed for dear life as we rode the roller coaster. After three spins in the Casino Wheel, we opted to take a break, as it looked as though Miwaka and Binder were going to lose what little breakfast they still had left. An hour later, we stepped into the hamburger restaurant on the Boardwalk, and ordered up our meals. After lunch, it was back to Captain's Paradise for more rounds of putt-putt golf, arcade games and Billiards. Miwaka managed to show us a trick or two that Steven had taught him, and although Shaun seemed a bit jealous, a quick peck on the cheek resolved any bad feelings. As nighttime fell on the Boardwalk, the music got louder and the ride lights lit up the place like a festival. The twelve of us were inseparable, and had another great day of fun and laughter. After a quick dinner, we began our walk back to the ship. Jeffy looked as though he would fall asleep in a New York minute, so I picked him up and carried him to the ship. Soon his head lay on my shoulder and he was out. Andrew smiled at me, and nodded, confirming that Jeffy had fallen asleep. "I don't blame him. I'm tired too." Thomas said. "Well, we'll get you boys on board and you can hit the bunks. Brandon? When we get on board, get the crew settled into their cabins and I'll get the ship launched out to sea." "Yes, Sir," Brandon yawned. Once on board, the boys quickly undressed and settled into their cabins. I took Jeffy to my cabin, laid him gently on the bunk, and began undressing his limp body. His pale skin glistened from the day's activities, and I planted a sweet kiss on his forehead. "Good night, Matey," I whispered, as I pulled the sheet over his naked torso. He almost instantly rolled over and fell back into his deep dream filled sleep. I returned on deck, pulled up the lines, yelled thanks to the dock worker, and fired up two of the diesels. The Mighty Miss softly hummed, and I pushed the throttles gently forward, slowly slipping from our berth. As we began to pull away, I saluted the Boardwalk as a respectful goodbye, and softly whispered thanks for providing another great day of fun for my boys. The night was absolutely crystal clear. It was warm, but not humid, and the stars shined so brightly, it felt as though you pick one right from the sky, and drop it into your pocket for safe keeping. As I left Santa Cruz behind us, a quiet peace fell around my ship. The boys were all asleep, and the only noise was the muffled rumble of my engines and the occasional SLAP, SPLASH, KShhh, on the sides of The Mighty Miss. "Well, Missy," I said out loud. "You've done one hell of a job taking care of us. I'm going to be sorry to see this trip end." I felt a knot develop in my throat, and a tear well in my eye. "Me, too." I heard from behind me. "Miwaka? What are you doing up here?" He had surprised me, as I didn't hear him come on deck. "I'm kinda wired from today." He softly smiled at me. "Well, you're welcome to keep me company, if you'd like." Miwaka answered by taking the chair next to mine, and looking out onto the dark, peaceful ocean. "It's peaceful out here," he finally said after a long silence. "It's the reason I love the sea so much. When I'm out here, especially on nights like this, it's like the world is such a better place. Nothing can touch me." I said softly, occasionally looking over at the boy. "Captain?" "Hmm?" "Thank you." He said, somewhat bowing his head. "For what?" "For everything. For rescuing me; for accepting me into this crew; for the eman...eman..." "Emancipation," I corrected him. "Yeah, emancipation. For everything; but mostly, thanks for believing in me, and giving me a second chance at life." He looked away from me. At 17, you're not supposed to be vulnerable. I put a hand under his chin and turned his face to me. "You're welcome, Miwaka. I'm glad I found you." "Captain?" "Yes." "Did you mean what you said about me staying with you?" There it was. I knew the boy had been thinking about things. I could read it in his facial expressions, especially when the boys talked about the journey ending. "Yes, I most certainly did." I looked at him and then I brushed my hand along his cheek. "But, only if YOU want to stay here. You're your own man now, Miwaka. It's up to you to decide." "Timiwaka," he whispered. "Timiwaka!" I answered. Miwaka slid from his chair and headed to the deck door, and then turned to me. "I love you, Michael McFlannery." He turned and went below before I could answer. "I love you, too, Miwaka." I whispered, fighting back the now prevalent tears. I piloted for some time, alone, in the stillness of the night, allowing my mind and my heart to work through the gambit of emotions that were flooding my thoughts. Oh how I ached for some of my Cognac. I located a wide, but deserted outcropping and steered The Mighty Miss into her resting place for the night. I killed the engines and let her softly drift in until I dropped the anchor with a loud SPA-LOOSH! "Good night, Missy. Sleep well." I said, tapping the wheel as I secured it in place. I entered the deck door, and locked it securely behind me, and then retired to my cabin. --- "I tried to wait up for you." Jeffy said through his groggy voice, as I slipped in next to him. "Shhh, it's okay, Mister Man. Go back to sleep. I'm here now." I slipped my arm under his head, and he immediately snuggled into the crook of my arm. "Good night, Jeffy. Sweet dreams." And I kissed him again on his soft head. --- BANG, BANG, BANG! "Hey, you sleepy heads gonna stay in there all day?" Thomas yelled from outside my cabin. "Huh? What?" I leaned over and fixed my blurry vision on the clock. As my eyes focused, I saw that it was nine o'clock. "Holy Shit!" I yelled. "I'm sleeping in later and later! I think you're becoming a bad influence." I nudged Jeffy in the ribs. "Tee hee," he giggled, as he wiggled his naked butt from my bunk. "Shower?" "Only if we hurry." I stepped in under the warm rushing water. "Wash my back, please." Jeffy requested, handing me the soap. He turned from me and I began to lather the soap along his slender back, lower back and his butt. As the soap bubbles increased, I left them drip into the crack of his tight pale ass. And then, I slipped my hand into his ass crack, rubbing in the soap, and brushing my finger along his boy pussy. Jeffy looked up at me and smiled, and then went back to washing his own chest, belly, and dick. My morning hard on had not gone down and now was gently bumping into Jeffy's soapy backside. Jeffy backed in closer to me, causing my dick to jump. Then, as though he had planned the whole event, bent over slightly without saying a word. I brushed my finger along his hole again, letting the tip of it slip inside. "Mmmm," he moaned, so I probed him again. "Mmmmm." I lathered up my own dick, which caused my precum to leak from the tip. Then I pointed my stiff cock between his cheeks and pushed gently until my head kissed his hole. I wanted to go slow and work my way in, but Jeffy had other ideas, as he pushed back against me, forcing the head of my hot cock inside his tight hole. "Oh yeah, Cappy." He said. "You like that?" I whispered, pushing a little more of my throbbing shaft into him. "Mmmmm, yeah." He moaned back, pushing his slippery body against me. He laid his head back against my chest and looked up at me. I leaned down and pressed my wet lips to his, passionately kissing my boy. As our embrace broke, Jeffy pushed back further, slipping the rest of my manhood deep inside his tight hole. As I began to pull out of him, he whined slightly, as though I were taking a toy away from him. I pushed back in and the whining ceased. It went like that for the next three slow withdrawal and advancements. Slowly out and then push back in. I could feel my precum escape from me, and leak deep into his boy tunnel. Soon, my own lust filled energy kicked in, and I quickened my pace, fucking my boy deeper and faster; the soap lubricating my pathway. I reached around and finding Jeffy's erect boy dick, I began to pull on it in rhythm to my thrusts. It wasn't long before I could feel Jeffy's body tighten, as he shot two watery but strong streams of hot boy cum from his dick. As his cum exploded from his body, he tightened his hole around my cock, milking my passionate orgasm from me. I thrust into him and held fast as my first spray of man juice coated the walls of his love tunnel. My second and third shots quickly followed, and I could feel Jeffy begin to shiver as he recovered from the orgasmic bliss. I wrapped my arm around him, and held him tightly to me, as he regained his strength. My softening cock slipped from his ass, and I turned him toward the shower spray, rinsing the suds and lust from our bodies. After finishing our shower, I toweled Jeffy off, and he bounded back to the bunk, and started dressing for the day. BANG, BANG, BANG! "You guys coming to breakfast? Andrew saved you some eggs." Thomas yelled again. "We'll be right there," I answered back. --- The rest of the crew had long since finished their breakfast, but out of respect, Andrew had saved some of the breakfast food and was keeping it warm in the oven when we entered the galley. "Are you all right, Captain?" Brandon asked. "Just a late start this morning. I'm fine. Thank you for holding breakfast, Andrew." Jeffy and I sat down, as Andrew served us. "We'll be shoving off in fifteen minutes, Brandon, so ready the crew. We have to make San Diego by seven tonight." --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.