Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 14:10:07 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Sailor Boys - chap 8 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 8 --- I excused myself from the cabin, and left Thomas and Binder alone to enjoy their dinner, and have the quiet privacy I had promised. As I shut the cabin door, I could hear Thomas say, "This is so cool. Now, what did you want to tell me?" 11-year-old Binder looked away from Thomas. Drawing his eyes to the floor, Thomas knew that something was on his mind, but didn't know what. Despite Thomas' younger age of 10, he was certainly more mature forward than Binder, and more outspoken. Thomas laid his hand on Binder's shoulder, which made Binder jump a bit. "Easy, Buddy. What's going on? You look upset about something." "I'm not upset, Thomas. Actually, I'm very happy. I'm happy you're alive." Binder was indeed happy that Thomas didn't drown, but that wasn't the sentiment that he so desperately wanted to express to Thomas. "This food looks good. Let's eat." And with that, Binder began to eat his dinner, while still remaining seated at Thomas' bedside. Thomas sat up straighter, and began to eat his dinner as well. As he ate, he watched Binder, and only occasionally, Binder would raise his eyes to meet Thomas'. Thomas would smile at him, and Binder would quickly look back at his plate or the bed, or anywhere else to avoid direct contact. Binder suddenly lost his courage, and even hearing the Captain's words in the back of his head, didn't seem to help. He thought to himself that perhaps he loved Thomas, and the near drowning only forced the issue forward. He probably could have gone the whole trip without spilling his guts. But now, alone with Thomas, free to open his heart to Thomas, he failed to do so. The more Binder thought about it, the more upset he became, and soon, lost his appetite. He put his fork down on the plate, and set the plate on the bedside table. "What's wrong? Did it get cold?" Thomas was trying to be helpful, but really had no clue what was on Binder's mind. "Um, no. I'm just, well...I'm just not hungry anymore." Thomas continued eating, as Binder rose from the bed. "Thomas, I need to see the Captain for a minute. I'll be right back, okay?" "Sure. I guess so. Hurry back." Thomas smiled at Binder, which only warmed his heart, but scared him as well. What if Thomas didn't feel the same way? He didn't want anything to happen to their friendship. Besides, what did he know about love? He knew he loved his mom. But, this was different. Binder closed the door behind him, and as he began to walk to my cabin, his stomach started to turn and ache. Binder softly knocked on my cabin door. "Come in," I said happily. I had just returned to my cabin, having finished an exquisite meal, and was feeling no pain after the shot of Cognac I had stolen. The door opened and Binder appeared inside, obviously upset, as he couldn't even speak. A single tear ran across his mocha colored cheek. "What's this?" I asked as I immediately took him in my arms and wiped the tear away. "What happened, Binder? Did you get hurt? Tell me." "I can't do it, Captain. I tried. I can't do it. I want to. I want to tell Thomas that I love him; at least...I think I do. Maybe I don't. How do I know? No, I can't do it. He'll hate me, he'll make fun of me...I just know it." "Shhhh, there, there. It's okay now. Shhh." I softly stroked his jet black hair, and realized that I was now rocking him in place. I was taken by his vulnerability and a grand idea struck me. I turned Binder's face to me, and while holding those dark cheeks in my hands, I planted a kiss on his lips. He didn't fight me, but the shock in his eyes when I released my kiss was exactly what I expected. "There!" I pronounced. "That's over with." "What? What do you mean? What are you talking about? And, why did you kiss me?" I could tell that Binder's already confused mind was about to go into meltdown. So, I kissed him again. This time, he began to return my kiss, and I wrapped my arms around the boy. I broke our embrace and then I looked him dead in the eyes. "It just happened, Binder. I took a chance, did something I knew you might not like, knew you might laugh or make fun of me, or worse hate me." I could see his heart melting. I was using his words against him, and hearing them come from my mouth only emphasized how silly they sounded. "You won't know anything unless you try, Binder. You could live your whole life in a box, protecting yourself and your heart from torment. But, let me ask you, do you think anyone worth having will ever find you in that box?" I intentionally steered clear of the "closet" euphemism, mostly because I think "coming out of the closet" is over used. But, with Binder, I was hitting home! I could see the thoughts of his confused and troubled mind and heart slowing, taking it all in. "Don't push this, Binder. I know you're confused about everything right now. I've arranged for you and Thomas to be alone, for your benefit. Just take your time, and if it really, and I mean really, doesn't feel right, fine, don't say anything. But understand this much, Binder, you may never get another chance to tell Thomas face to face how you feel. I know Thomas. He's a good person, Binder." With that, Binder began to nod his head. "Then trust him to take what you say to heart. I told you before, he may not feel the same way towards you, but give him the chance, okay?" I mussed his hair and gave him another tender kiss, this time on the cheek. "Thanks, Captain," he whispered to me. "Yeah, yeah, yeah...go on now. I got to get ready for bed." I smiled at him and escorted him out of my cabin, just in time to see Jeffy skipping down the hallway towards my cabin. "Ready for bed, Little Mate?" I patted Jeffy on the butt as he entered our cabin, and I closed the door. --- Binder worked his way back to his cabin with the courage of a thousand soldiers in his heart. However, the closer to the cabin he came, the fewer soldiers remained in his heart. "You'll never know unless you try." My words played over and over in his mind. Binder opened the door, entered with a smile on his face, and closed the door behind him. "Glad you could find your way back." Thomas smiled at him. "You think you could help me get ready for bed?" Binder walked to the bed, removed the dinner dishes from it, and began to pull upward on Thomas' shirt. As Binder held the bottom of the material, his hand brushed against Thomas' back, and a tingle electrified down his back, across his butt, and right into his dick. He shook a little, and hoped that Thomas had not seen it. "You'll have to help me pull these off," Thomas said as he pushed back the sheet to expose his panted legs. Thomas unbuttoned the top button, and unzipped the uniform trousers. Thomas was an "au natural" lover and didn't believe in wearing underwear, so as the zipper came down, Binder could see the tip of Thomas' white cut dick. Another tingle similar to before, raced through Binder's body. He could feel his own dick begin to stiffen. He liked looking at Thomas. Binder went to the end of the bunk, and began pulling on the pant legs of the unzipped uniform. As they slid down Thomas' legs, Thomas' dick came into full view, and for a moment, Binder stared at Thomas' dick, and hairless balls. Although Binder didn't realize it, Thomas was watching Binder's eyes, as Binder undressed him. He watched as the boy removed his shirt and pants and smiled to himself as Binder's eyes rested on Thomas' crotch. "Your turn," Thomas said with a smile as he lay back and waited for Binder to undress. Slowly, nervously, Binder began to remove his shirt. Binder's mind raced. He had been naked in front of all the boys during this trip, but this time seemed different. As he pulled the shirt over his head, he looked back at Thomas who was touching his dick, making it get hard. "Keep going," Thomas said as he pointed to Binder's uniform pants. "Come on, Binder...let's see it." Binder was getting more nervous, as he felt his uncut cock getting hard in his pants. He knew he was in it this far, so he continued. He unbuttoned and unzipped the trousers, which immediately fell to the floor. Binder picked them up, and Thomas stared at his boxer covered butt cheeks as he bent over. Binder placed them on one of the chairs, and began to remove his boxers. Carefully, he placed his thumbs in the waistband, and as he slid them down his dark, smooth legs, his uncut cock popped out and slapped him on the belly. Binder could feel his face heat up with embarrassment until he heard Thomas say, "Cool. You got a boner too." Binder let the boxers drop. Not sure what to do next, Binder paused for a moment. "Come lay next to me." Thomas' instruction came as a relief, but the prospect of lying next to this wonderful boy naked, only made his dick jump again. Binder did as instructed, and laying on his back next to Thomas, did his best not to stare at Thomas' now fully erect 4 1/2 dick, which was pointing straight up at the ceiling of the cabin. "Can I touch it?" Thomas didn't wait for an answer, and wrapped his fingers around the shaft of Binder's swelled 5 inch boy dick. The heat from Thomas' hand felt so wonderful on Binder's dick. Thomas carefully slid the foreskin down the shaft until Binder's pink head appeared. Thomas then let go of the skin, and it immediately retracted to once again cover Binder's pointy head. "Cool," Thomas said. "I wish mine did that. You can touch mine if you want." Binder hesitated for a moment, and then Thomas took his hand and placed it on his firm cock. Binder wrapped his fingers around it and moved his hand up and down the shaft slowly, like Thomas had done to him. "Mmmm, yeah. That feels good, Bin, keep doing that." Thomas closed his eyes, and lay back his head, as Binder stroked the white dick that he had longed to touch. Binder looked at Thomas' face, and since his eyes were closed, decided to try something else. He lowered his face until it was less than an inch from Thomas' throbbing boy cock. He stuck out his tongue and licked the very end of Thomas' dick. Thomas moaned but didn't open his eyes. Binder was watching in case Thomas freaked. He licked again, still Thomas kept his eyes closed. He licked a third time, this time all around the head of Thomas' dick. "Oh, Bin, that feels so good. Mmmmm." Binder smiled to himself, and then did what only felt natural to him. He opened his mouth, and sucked in the entire length of Thomas' dick. "Ugh..oh." Thomas moaned with pleasure, and as Binder began sucking up and down the shaft of this beautiful cock, Thomas finally opened his eyes to watch the boy at work. By this point, Binder was concentrating on sucking Thomas, and didn't notice Thomas open his eyes. When he did look up, he stopped. "No, dude, keep going. It feels so good, please, Bin." Binder went back to work on Thomas' dick. After a few moments, Thomas wanted to try. "Turn around, Bin, so we can both have fun." Binder followed his lover's order and turned his legs around so that, as Thomas scooted down the bunk, Binder's uncut hard dick was right at Thomas' lips. At first, Thomas kissed the closed tip of Binder's dick. Then, he rolled his tongue across the loose skin. He thought it felt different, but not bad. Then, using his left hand, pushed the skin back to expose the pointy pink head he had seen earlier. Thomas wasted no time in wrapping his tight tender lips around that pink head and licking the bottom of it. "Damn, Thomas...that does feel good." Thomas continued his work, moving his mouth all the way down until his nose was buried into Binder's dark curly pubic hair. Although Binder only had a few hairs on his balls, the bulk of it rested above his cock, and Thomas enjoying running his fingers through the curls. Thomas had no hair yet, so he was fascinated by the texture of it. Although it was only a few minutes, it felt like hours of enjoyment for both boys, their mouths filled with boy cock. Thomas began to caress Binder's ass cheeks, and this was all it took to send the boys blasting in Thomas' mouth. It was watery and creamy and Thomas was enjoying the salty flavor as it skated across his tongue and down his throat. When Binder stopped shooting, Thomas smacked his lips. "Tasty," he said with a smile. "Can you shoot?" Binder asked as he continued stroking Thomas' dick. "Not yet, but it still feels good. Can you do it some more?" Binder smiled and went back to work sucking and caressing the boy's hairless balls and cock. A moment longer, and Thomas began to buck wildly under Binder's face. Then, in an upward arch, Thomas held still, and Binder could tell he was having a dry orgasm. Thomas' dick jumped in his mouth, and as he let it slip from his lips, Thomas whispered, "That was great. Thanks, Bin." Binder smiled at him. "Come lay next to me, please." Binder turned and lay next to Thomas. Their naked bodies touched, and Thomas' still stiff dick began to jump again. Binder then turned towards Thomas, and staring into his eyes, he finally gathered the courage to say, "Thomas? Do you like me...you know, really like me?" Thomas wasn't sure what to say. The truth was he did like Binder, a lot. But, the last boy that he "confessed" his feelings to practically humiliated him in front of a bunch of other boys. Thomas vowed to himself that he would never be made a fool of again. Thomas turned his eyes away from Binder. His tender smile had disappeared, and seeing his frown only made Binder wish he hadn't asked the question. Finally, Thomas spoke. "Do you know what it's like to get beat up by 5 guys at the same time?" Binder wasn't sure what Thomas was talking about. "I've been in fights, yeah, so what?" Thomas hesitated. Then, he said, "No, not like that. I mean beat up, cuz...well, cuz you're gay." Binder felt foolish for not understanding. "Oh, that. No, not really. Got threatened some, and made fun of at school, but no, never got beat up for it. Besides," he winked at Thomas, "Check out these muscles. Nobody messes with me." Binder started laughing, and Thomas smiled. It was nice to see Binder come out of his shell. "Binder, thanks for keeping such a good eye on me when I fell overboard." Thomas reached down and took Binder's hand in his. "I had to," Binder responded. "I couldn't lose you." Binder stopped for a moment. "Thomas? I think I love you." Binder felt his cheeks warm as the blood rushed to them. "You think?" Thomas asked, jabbing Binder in the ribs. "Well, I've never had these kind of feelings before. It's weird, but when I saw you carried away by that wave, I screamed. I wanted to jump in after you, but Captain stopped me. I don't ever want to lose you again." "It's not weird, Bin, and I feel the same about you." Thomas smiled at Binder and squeezed his hand. "You do?" Binder couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to believe that Thomas felt the same way, but he just couldn't believe it. "Sure. If I didn't, would I do this?" With that, Thomas planted a huge kiss on Binder's lips. At first, Binder was a bit surprised, but then began kissing Thomas back. "I should let you get some sleep," Binder told him as they broke from their embrace. "Sleep with me. There's room. Stay here with me, Bin, okay?" Binder's heart bounced at hearing these words. "I'd like that." As Binder rolled over to go to sleep, Thomas spooned in behind him. His dick had finally softened to its normal size, but fit nicely in the crack of Binder's butt. Binder smiled when he felt Thomas push his dick against Binder's butt. Then, Thomas wrapped his arm around Binder's chest, and the two boys said good night, and drifted off to peaceful sleep. --- The Mighty Miss has a gentle rocking motion when she's anchored so far into open waters. I've grown rather used to it over the years, and even have trouble sleeping on land. This night was different, as the water after the storm was almost too quiet, too calm, as if somehow warning me of future events. I wasn't really sleeping, but more dozing in and out, and as I turned to look at the clock, the hands read 3:34. I quietly slipped from my Jeffy's arms, and walked down the hallway to do what were now becoming my nightly rounds. Although, it wasn't like I set an alarm clock for it. If I woke up during the night, I would check on the boys. When I entered Cabin D, and found Thomas and Binder interlocked together, I knew that I had made the right decision to give them alone time. I remembered that Zach would be returning to his cabin the following night, but I would deal with that when the time came. I was certainly as strong headed as Thomas was, that he would probably have the situation under control anyway. I quietly began to close the door. "Captain?" I heard Binder whisper. "Yes, just checking to make sure you boys are all right. Go back to sleep." I started to close the door again. "Can you come in for a minute?" I re-entered the room, and tried not to disturb the peacefulness of Thomas. "What is it?" "You were right. He likes me too. Thank you for helping me." Binder's smile was as big as the bow of my ship, and my heart melted for him. He had taken my advice, mustered the courage, and told the boy how he felt. I was rather proud of Binder. Binder continued, "I think it is love. I'm so happy, Captain. He makes me happy." "I'm glad it worked out, Binder. Now, get some sleep." I kissed his head, tucked him in, and quietly left the room. Binder was a little surprised when Thomas hugged him tightly. He didn't utter a word, but apparently had heard everything. --- Returning to my cabin, I snuggled back under the sheet, and Jeffy immediately resumed his position between my shoulder and chest. I kissed his head, and resting my cheek on his head, fell back asleep. --- Morning has been coming earlier and earlier, as if the Gods were somehow playing tricks with time and space, costing me my precious rest. I quickly dressed, scooped up my excited Jeffy into my arms, and trampled up to the helm of my ship. With Jeffy seated beside me, and the anchor lifted and secured, I checked my gauges for the right heading. I was determined to make Satan's Face today. The morning brought no sunrise but no storm either. Just an ugly haze the gloomed over The Mighty Miss like a wet army blanket. I fired up the diesels, and felt the rumble of the deck below my bare feet. The tingle ran quickly up my body, securing itself in my groin. I loved the feel of awesome pure diesel power, striking my balls as if an electrode was attached to them directly from the engine. I smiled at Jeffy, and opened the throttle. The gush of water behind us broke the morning silence, as The Mighty Miss once again edged forward through the silky water. The roar of the engines served its wake up call, and the boys quickly dressed and assembled in the galley to prepare breakfast. Even Thomas looked recovered and assisted the team with preparations. Today's was a simple breakfast of oatmeal and toast, but the heavy oatmeal would serve all of us well in this cool, gray morning. Soon enough, a serving tray of breakfast was brought on board for Jeffy and I to enjoy. Brandon took the helm while Jeffy and I ate. When I finished, I returned to the helm, as Brandon directed his crew on clean up detail. With the galley satisfactorily returned to order, the boys gathered on deck for their instructions. Duty was light and enjoyable, with plenty of time for relaxing on the deck, and feeling the gentle wind pass by us. There wasn't enough wind power to use the sails, and I was hell-bent on making Satan's Face, so I let the crew relax. Satan's Face would have enough work waiting for us anyways, so it was good to let the boys conserve their energy. Satan's Face is a rock cluster just outside the "touristy" route of the Hawaiian Islands. It got its name from the ugly, dark and jagged appearance of the largest rock in the collection. As we approached, and the formation became barely visible, Brandon yelled, "Land Ho!" I smiled at him proudly. This boy never ceased to amaze me at how quickly he had adapted to the sea and my vessel. I looked over the island mass with my spyglass, and confirmed that it was indeed Satan's Face. The grim look of the front of the island would send shivers up the spine of any normal person. Indeed, the island itself looked inhabitable. But, as I've discovered on my many journeys through these waters, Satan's Face withheld her secrets deep inside the outer crusty ring: clear pools, beautiful palm and coconut trees, and my own little secret. A two-room cabin built of sturdy oak that I had smuggled onto the island. The cabin took me a solid four weeks to build, and though it was hand crafted, it tended to look a little shabby the last time I stayed there. As we moved closer to the breaking water crashing upon the jagged lava rock, Jeffy pulled on my shirt. "We're not going in there, are we?" "Don't worry, Angel, it only looks scary." I hugged him tightly and sent him back to his deck duties. "Ready the crew to go ashore, Brandon." "Aye aye, Captain. Make ready to go ashore." Then, Brandon turned and winked at me. I giggled to myself. He was really getting into this sea voyage, even more so than any of the other boys. It was truly his type of adventure, and he was getting the most from it. I slowed the throttle and moved closer to the island, and when it appeared that the bow could just about touch the rocks, I spun the wheel hard to the left, and bucked The Mighty Miss at a sharp angle. I caught a couple of the boys off guard, but the angel wasn't sharp enough to toss them overboard. It was just enough to wake them up and hold onto something for support. I leveled off my ship again and made what looked like a wide circle past the front of the island. "Captain?" Brandon approached me. "I thought we were going ashore." "Easy, Boy." I glared at him for questioning my technique. "All in good time, Brandon...all in good time." Just then a small, almost unnoticeable opening in the rock appeared. Were you to pass this island a hundred times, you wouldn't have seen it. Frankly, I've missed it a couple times even knowing it was here. I killed the engines and the backwash of water lifted the back of my ship and gently lowered her back to level water. Still coasting gently forward, I maneuvered the wheel and inched The Mighty Miss into the opening. As we entered the rock crack, all the sounds of the outside ocean seemed to nullify. The opening was dark, and wet and dripped some of the ocean over spray onto the deck. "Watch your heads," I teased, and a few of the boys ducked down. It was a silly statement since the main mast was taller than all the boys put together, but it was funny to watch them duck out of pure reflex. Carefully, I inched her through the opening. There was just barely enough room for my vessel. I watched the mast closely to see her inch through. I high wave would have pushed us upward into the rock, but as happened most often, the water was calm and the opening welcoming. As we passed through the opening, the sun blinded our eyes. And, as we adjusted to the brightness, the boys began to look around them. Despite the size of my ship, the water ran deep from the beaches of the inner circle, and docking her along side a flattening rock ledge, I instructed Brandon to tie her off the make shift "ties" I had left behind. With The Mighty Miss secured to the rock, I summoned the boys to the helm. "A couple ground rules, gentlemen." All eyes were on me now. The excitement of the island was almost too much for them, but I needed to also keep them safe. "Rest assured, we're probably here alone. This is my island, and the cabin we'll be visiting, I built. We'll stay together during the tour of the island, then later today, you can explore on your own. However, at all times, stay in the inner circle." I pointed to the rock faces that formed a large circle around us. The island itself measures only a mile or two in width. However, the layout within the circle is breathtaking and peaceful. "You can swim here in the circle, for the current stops outside the entrance we just came through. But do not go towards the entrance. I guarantee, you'll be sucked out and lost forever!" I glared at the boys to emphasize my warning. "As we tour, I'll show you what's safe to eat and what is not, and then we'll move some supplies to the cabin. We'll be here for two days, so make yourselves comfortable." With that, I pointed the way to the back of the ship, where I stowed a gangplank. I opened a small doorway in the railing, lowered the gangplank to the beach, and descended to the sand. "Come on now, don't be shy." The boys took turns going down the gangplank to the sandy beach. Brandon, of course, was last down the gangplank. "We're all here, Captain." He said with pride. "Good. Let's get started then." It was like a scene from a nursery rhyme; the mother goose and all her ducklings trailing one behind another as we toured the island. I led the boys around the island pointing out its edible fruit as well as its poisonous plant life. We finally arrived at my "shack," as Thomas had so eloquently put it. A quick glare from me, proved I wasn't pleased with his comment. Everyone else giggled at him, and he looked back at me. "What?" was all he could ask. I started to pull back some of the overgrowth covering the doorway of the cabin, which only further confirmed my suspicion that my little paradise had gone undiscovered. I opened the door, and showed the boys inside. Not much to look at really. A smaller front room area, another door opening with no door, which led to the inner "bedroom." The entire cabin was less then 300 square foot of space. But, what did I need a larger space for? I only used it when I visited the island. "What's the cabin for?" Thomas asked with a smirk on his face. "Oh that's easy," I responded directly to him. "This is where I stow little munchkins like you that misbehave!" Thomas closed his lips tightly together and the rest of the crew giggled at him. "Actually, Thomas, I've stayed here for weeks at a time. It gives me a peaceful place to look at the stars, swim, and just be away from the city stress." He parted his lips and finally broke a smile, realizing I was only kidding about the stowage of kids. "Dibs on the bedroom!" Shaun piped up. "Okay, okay, now before you start fighting over the cabin, we'll have to get it cleaned up, along with some of the overgrowth around it. We'll be here for two nights, so everyone will get a chance to spend some time here." As I started to turn to leave the cabin, Brandon had an uneasy look on his face. It was as though he was frozen in place. "Brandon? What's up, Matey?" I called to him, but he didn't respond. He just stood there still as could be. "Brandon! What's the matter with you boy?" Andrew pushed his way through to Brandon, and started shaking him a bit. "Brandon? What's wrong?" --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. 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