Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2022 02:30:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: I'm the Captain - Chapter Nine Paul and Lucas resolve some issues in their relationship and prepare to set off on their adventure sailing South. 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 Nine The next morning I woke up before my alarm sounded, having been awake on and off all night. I quietly slipped out of bed and got dressed for work. Looking at Lucas as he slept, part of me wanted to grab him and hug him and kiss him and part of me was still angry at what my imagination conjured up he and Dwayne were doing last night. Unable to make up my mind which to do, I took the coward's way out and just left. I blamed the early morning start on my difficulty concentrating on work, my thoughts wandering back to my unjustified fear that Lucas was hooking up with Dwayne. By the time I left work at noontime I had made the decision to confront Lucas about last night. Every step I took down the walkway towards the boat was filled with dread, not knowing how this conversation would end. I reached the boat, took a deep breath and stepped aboard. "Lucas, I'm home from work," I announced but got no answer. Had he left me and gone his own way? Were he and Dwayne meeting up this morning? As my mind was running through all the worst scenarios, Lucas jumped on the deck and called out to me. "Paul, what gives? You left this morning without even saying goodbye?" My heart melted and I couldn't bring myself to confront him about last night. It was good that I didn't as he told me about his evening. "You should have stayed around last night. The tour was great. We ended up in the rec hall and meet quite a few of the Coasties. Some remembered Bart and had stories to tell about him. We played pool and hung out having fun. I even got a tattoo!" Lucas bragged. "What? A tattoo? Why would you do that?" I asked, annoyed that he would make a hasty decision to disfigure his body. "Not a real one. I was made an honorary Coastie so they put a Coast Guard insignia on my arm with a marker. I didn't take a shower this morning so I could show you before I washed it off," pulling up his sleeve and proudly displaying his recognition as one of the crew. "I'm sorry I was so late getting home. I didn't realize how late it was until the rec hall closed. You were sound asleep when I got home so I didn't want to wake you." "Sounds like you had a good time," I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster but thankful that all my worrying was for nothing. "You needed to spend some time with someone other than myself." "It was fun but it would have been more fun if you were there. Maybe we can hang around after class again tonight?" Lucas suggested. "Won't Dwayne feel like I'm crashing the party?" I asked, the ugly green headed monster rising up again. "Dwayne? He dropped me at the rec center after the quick tour and went off to meet up with Mike. Why would he care anyway?" Lucas asked with a puzzled look on his face. "No reason, I just figured the two of you were hanging out, that's all." "I like Dwayne but I don't think we are what you call buddies. Just casual friends," Lucas said. "I need a shower to wash this off," pointing to is tattoo. "Want to join me?" I was relieved that nothing had happened between Lucas and Dwayne. I was embarrassed that I hadn't trusted him and wasn't sure I'd be as much fun in the shower as I normally would be. "We'll be late for class if it's one of our usual showers," I laughed. "You get washed up and I'll make some sandwiches for lunch and we can get there on time." I made some sandwiches and sat at the table, looking around the boat. I was alone again but it was a different kind of alone knowing that Lucas was just showering and would be back soon. I resolved then and there to not be so paranoid about our relationship and fearful that something bad was going to happen every time Lucas was out of my sight. It was time for me to grow up and be an adult about this, not some schoolboy with his first crush. Actually this was my second crush. My first crush turned into a humiliating experience back in high school so I had to make sure this one didn't end the same way. Half of the class welcomed Lucas and I when we entered the classroom. They were all talking about last night and what a good time they had. They all insisted that both of us join them tonight after class and go to the rec room again. Last night I had felt alone and deserted, but now I was feeling like I was a part of the group, one of them. I watched as Lucas interacted with the other guys, playing pool, laughing and telling jokes. It was good for both of us to get out and make some new friends. I guess this was the normal progression of a relationship like ours. The infatuation with each other, wanting to spend every waking hour with each other, then needing to spend time with other people. After all, I had my colleagues at work while Lucas was spending all his time at the marina, only interacting with some of the customers. And Randy. But these were guys closer to his age, people he could relate to, people other than me. He loved me, that much I was pretty sure of. But to keep him I was going to have to let him go and not be as needy as I have been. We didn't stay as late as last night. Lucas knew I had to be up early and was the one to suggest we had to go. This quickly became the norm after class every night. Returning to the boat we got undressed and into bed. Lucas cuddled up to me and kissed me. "Thanks for hanging around tonight. It was more fun with you there," he whispered. "I had a good time. It was nice to be with your friends," I replied. "They're not just my friends, they are your friends too. They told me they were glad you stayed," he informed me. We kissed for a while, keeping our bodies intertwined with other. It was getting late so we opted not to have sex. The next night we didn't stay at the station after class and came right back to the boat for some long awaited sex. It had been a while so when I sucked Lucas he was quick to climax. Then he went down on me, which didn't last much longer. After some making out and a lot of body contact, Lucas had recovered enough to get stiff again and top me. If felt so good to have him up inside me. He lasted longer this time, going slow and easy as he gradually built up to his second climax of the evening. More kissing and he was ready for me to top him. Another sensual lovemaking ending in a toe curling orgasm for me and a sense of calm euphoria for him. We fell asleep sticky and satisfied. We finished the navigation course confident we could use the charts to find our way south. Mike had gotten us the instruments we would need and I put my math formulas on the back burner. Out at sea I might not have cell service to access my trig tables so I learned the conventional way. Lucas signed up in a pool tournament so we became regulars at the rec hall, spending a couple nights a week there. Mike and Dwayne would stop by for a while but the commander was right about them. They always left to do paperwork or prepare something for the next day's patrol. Or whatever else they did together. Real workaholics. Lucas got clearance from his high school for remote learning to begin when we headed south. His teachers were very supportive, even jealous to a point that he got to summer on the Cape and winter in Florida. Randy got us connected with the marina that Uncle Bart stayed at down south. Luckily it was reasonably close to where I would be working. I decided I was going to buy a car to keep down there so I wouldn't have to rent one to get back and forth to work. We got Lucas his driver's license so he could use the car during the day while I was at work. The boat was checked over from top to bottom to make sure it was ready for our trip. We replaced a few lines that were showing some wear just to be on the safe side. Things were falling into place nicely. Randy had planned the renaming ceremony for the boat. It was a lot more involved that I would have imagined. But most traditions are that way. We motored out of the channel and stopped not too far out. Randy began the ceremony with the invocation that appeals to the gods of the sea. Then some champagne is poured overboard, followed by the invocation that appeals to the gods of the four winds, assuring fair winds and smooth seas for our newly named vessel. More champagne is poured overboard in a ritualistic fashion, addressing each of the individual gods while facing the four points of the compass. The ceremony completed, our boat could be officially named 'This is Us'. We returned to the dock for some celebrating. Randy had the sign painter at the dock waiting for us so he could paint the name on the stern. Cheers went up as he finished. Randy then brought out two gifts, one for me and one for Lucas. "I present these humble gifts to the Captain and First Mate of the sailing vessel now known as 'This is Us' " and handed them to us. Lucas opened his first. Inside was a large coffee mug with Lucas's face pictured on one side with his name underneath and the other side had a picture of our boat with the caption under it reading 'This is Us'. I opened my box and it was similar, with my name under my picture. "May you sail the Seven Seas of life together for as long as you live," Randy held up the last bottle of champagne and toasted us. It felt like the 'captain' of the marina had married us. Lucas and I stood side by side, arms around each other, holding our mugs in front of us. Randy took a picture for what he called his next photo album. Randy stayed to talk to us after everyone had left. "Have you contacted the lawyer yet about getting together with all of us?" "Yes I did. He said Bart was one of his favorite clients and he'd be happy to help us any way he could. Turns out I knew him already. He was the one who handled Uncle Bart's will. He was happy I kept the boat. He said he'd be available when ever we could schedule the meeting," I told Randy. "I also discussed getting a will written up, not that I don't expect our sail south to be anything but uneventful." "Always good to plan ahead. I've decided to take you up on your generous offer. When we meet with the lawyers we can hash out the fine details. The accountant advised that we don't consummate the deal until after the first of the year, for tax purposes, if that's okay." "That's fine. We'll be back up here for the holidays so we can take care of it then." "This will be so awesome. I'm looking forward to a fantastic Christmas," Lucas chimed in. Life was coming together with all the pieces falling into place. Our trip south, our deal with Randy, Lucas starting his final year of high school, feeling more secure in my relationship with Lucas, all the good things happening at once. Mike stopped by the marina shortly after I had gotten back from work the next afternoon. "Hi Paul. I was over at Mass Maritime this past weekend doing a recruitment drive and the head of admissions asked if I knew who you were," he told me. "Why would he be asking about me?" "It seems someone high up the chain of command had told him to reserve a spot in next year's freshman class for someone and he should contact you for more information," he relayed to me. "I have no idea what this is all about? I have no intentions of going to school there." Then it hit me. I had told my father when I threw down my ultimatums to him that he needed to help me get Lucas into Mass Maritime if Lucas so wanted. He must have followed through for once and used his connections to secure a place for Lucas. "He's holding a spot but he can't hold it any longer than February 1st when applications close. He thought he should try and find out something now instead of waiting until the last minute. Will you get in touch with him and see what it's all about?" he asked me. "Sure thing. I call him tomorrow. I think it may have something to do with Lucas but I'm not sure." "That would be awesome if Lucas wanted to attend. Then when he graduates we can sign him up for the Coast Guard with rank befitting his skills and knowledge," Mike smiled. "Maybe we should ask Lucas what his plans are for the future?" I suggested sarcastically. "Sure, ask him his plans and then tell him I'll be waiting to welcome him as a 'Puddle Pirate' in a few years," laughing as he drove away. It's time for the 'talk'. What exactly did Lucas have in mind for his future? If the deal went through with Randy was he going to get more involved with the day to day running of the marina? Would he need to stay here year round and not go south for the winter? If he went south, what would he do for those months? I have my career and know where I'm headed in life and want Lucas with me. But is it possible? If he goes to Mass Maritime we'll be separated all winter. And if he does want to join the Coast Guard there is no guarantee he will be stationed here on the Cape. Everything falling into place just fell out of place. I knew things were going too smoothly. I called the director of admissions at Mass Maritime and he told me about the unusual order from his superiors to save a spot but with no other information. I explained who I was and how it came about. I told him I wasn't sure if Lucas had made a decision but we'd talk it over and get back to him. He told me as long as he knew by February, he keep the spot open. That night after we ate, I brought up the subject with Lucas. "So, Lucas, have you given any thoughts to your future?" "I have homework tonight, I have a test this Friday to study for and this weekend we need to be out on the water sailing. How far in the future were you asking about?" He grinned. "Like five or ten or twenty years or more into the future, smart ass!" "What are your plans for that far away? Because whatever they are, I'll be there beside you," he answered with a hug. I told him about the offer to attend Mass Maritime and the options if Randy accepted our deal. And lastly that Mike wanted him to sign up with the Coast Guard. "The Coast Guard is definitely out. They might ship me off to Alaska and I'm not going there. Not unless you're coming too." He chuckled. "As for the Mass Maritime, I'm not sure why I'd need that. I'm doing okay with what I know now and what I don't know I can learn as I go. When the deal goes through with Randy I'll be more involved during the summer but then things are so slow in the winter so I'm free to go south with you," he reasoned. "So I guess not much is going to change in my future." I was happy to hear his rationale for staying with me no matter what but concerned I might be holding him back from his full potential. My father had control over my life and I grew up hating him for what I missed out on. I didn't want the same thing to happen with Lucas and have him resent me for not taking advantage of any opportunities that presented themselves. "Sounds good. But don't lock yourself into one path in life. Things change and you want to able to adapt. You don't' have to decide anything right now, I just want you to give it some thought and think about what you want out of life." "I have all I need already. You, our boat, and a great sex life," he smirked. That went well. I think. I'll give him some time to think about things and bring it up to him again in a month or so. As fall approached more and more of the slips emptied out as people pulled their boats for the winter or headed south for warmer weather. Lucas was getting anxious to follow them south but I still had some things I had to take care of at work before we left and the weather was till decent. Mike and Dwayne had been meeting with us to plan our course along the East Coast. They both liked Lucas's idea of putting into port at night and seeing some sights along the way. Mike was starting to really get into the idea of taking some time off and relaxing, taking an actual vacation as it were. We even considered taking three weeks for the trip instead of two. We set our departure date and double-checked everything. We were ready for our first big adventure on 'This is Us'. Mike and Lucas had huddled together over the charts to pick out ports they both wanted to visit then asked Dwayne and myself if everyone was in agreement. Dwayne had no preferences at all, he was just excited to be invited. I really didn't have any particular preference either. I was just looking forward to taking our boat on a long voyage. Seeing the excitement and joy on Lucas's face would have made me agree to anything at that point. "Okay, that's settled. I can make some reservations at the marinas where we plan to stop if you'd like. I can call from the station tomorrow," he offered. "That would be great. I'll give you my credit card to put down deposits. Tell them it's for one night but we might extend another night if we need more time to explore the sights there." I pulled out my wallet and gave me a credit card. "I guess that makes me the travel agent for our trip. You are the captain," Mike said pointing to me, "and Lucas is the first mate." "I can be the entertainment!" Dwayne yelled out, grabbing his crotch and shaking his junk. I was about to say something to him but Mike beat me to it. "Remember what I told you, Dwayne. We can do what ever we want in our berth and Paul and Lucas will do whatever they want in their berth but clothes on and hands off other than that. I don't want to be put ashore in East Bum Fuck, North Carolina because you couldn't control your hormones," Mike admonished him. I felt much better hearing Mike lay down the law rather than me having to. Dwayne would do as Mike told him quicker than me saying something. "Maybe not clothes on for the ENTIRE trip. We'll be away from the shore line quite a bit and it will be getting warmer the further South we go," Lucas piped up with a smirk. "You keep your horndog in check and I'll worry about mine," Mike said sternly but with a wink my way. I was feeling very good about this trip now. The ground rules had been set and the itinerary established. The four of us put together a list of supplies for food and emergency gear we might potentially need. I was assigned the shopping chores. Mike also suggested I might want to upgrade the radio and some of the other electronics on the boat. They were all in working order but he would be more comfortable with a newer and more powerful radio and such. As Lucas had commented, we would be further off shore at times than we had ever been up here. I think if Uncle Bart had his way he'd only carry his charts and some semaphore flags. He wasn't much into electronics. The big day was approaching. I got my fellow co-workers up to date on the projects I was working on. I called Irving in Florida and let him know when I would be arriving. He insisted Lucas and I stay at his place until we could get settled. I told him we were bringing our house with us, a really nice place but has water in the basement. He still insisted we stay with he and his wife for a few days. We all had a last meal, as it were, at Edgar's. It was quite a celebration but turned somber when it was time to leave. I told everyone we'd be back for Thanksgiving and Christmas. "I've never cooked a turkey and I'm not about to start. Make sure you have a bird big enough for all of us," I warned Edgar. "Don't tell him that," his wife said, "He'll go out and find a 40 pound turkey and jamb it in the oven. We'll be eating leftovers right up to Christmas." We all laughed at Edgar's expense. We got back to the boat and got ready for bed. Lucas seemed very cuddly and affectionate, more so than usual. Not that I was complaining. "Paul," he said softly, "tomorrow we are heading off into the unknown for an adventure of a life time. This trip is like a dream come true for me. Sharing it with you just makes it so much better." "I know what you mean. I never could have imagined making a trip like this on Uncle Bart's boat . . ." "Our boat you mean," Lucas corrected me. "Yes, of course, our boat. And making the trip with the love of my life is almost too much to hope for. It's like I'll wake up in the morning and find this has all been a dream." "There is only one thing that could possibly make it better." "What's that?" I asked. "I want you t make love to me one last time." "Last time?" I picked up my head and looked at him wondering what he meant by that. "Yes, one last time before we leave Cape Cod. What did you think I meant?" "Nothing. It sounds sounded weird, that's all." Being only too happy to oblige him, we got ourselves ready to make love. Lucas lay on his back with his legs up in the air. I moved up between his legs and positioned myself so I could bring my stiff cock to his rosebud. He didn't want me to finger him first, just enter him right from the start. When I was close enough, he put his legs up on my shoulders to raise his ass up higher. I brought my cock to him as he pushed out to open his pucker for me. I moved forward and put some pressure on him, slowly moving past his gateway muscle. I looked at his face for any sign of pain but there was none. He was smiling and running his hands over my chest as I sunk further into him, bottoming out as my ball sack landed up against his ass crack. He tweaked my nipples as I moved back and forth letting him get used to my intrusion. He moved his hands from my chest to grab my sides and pull me towards him. I bent down awkwardly and me kissed briefly, exchanging tongues and saliva. "Yes, fuck me hard and fast. Make it count," Lucas moaned. As I picked up my pace, I reached out and took his stiff rod in my hand and began to stroke him. Slowly at first but then picking up speed as he bucked his hips and gyrated his body, getting as much pleasure from my hand jerking him off as he did from my cock stuffing his ass. I was stroking his cock straight up in the air so when he came he shot his cum all over the both of us. The spasm of his sphincter from his orgasm pushed me over the edge and I deposited my goods deep in his bowels. He reached up and wiped his cum off my chest and put his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. "Sorry, but I wanted it back," he laughed. "Some of it is mine. I worked hard enough for it," as I scooped up what was left and brought it to my mouth. My softening cock slipped out of him and I collapsed next to him. We exchanged a few quick kisses, not having enough breath for any serious making out. Then we just cuddled until Lucas broke the silence. "That was perfect. I'm ready to leave New England now," as he hugged me tight. "One thing I want to say, though." "I'm listening." " I want to lay down a couple of ground rules for the trip." "Ground rules?" I was confused. "Yes. We're going to be in close quarters with Mike and Dwayne for the next three weeks and I'm sure they will be some intimate play between us." "No, that was already settled, remember?" "I know, but let's be serious. Horndog Dwayne and hot Mike? No matter what good intentions we have starting out, something is bound to happen. So here are the ground rules. Number one, if either one of us is going to play around with either of them it has to be in the open. No sneaking around. And number two, no kissing them. Sucking and fucking is fine but kissing is too intimate. Okay?" "So we can have their cocks in our mouths but not their tongues?" I asked "Yes, kissing is something lovers do. Sucking and fucking is just sex," he reasoned. "But we're lovers and we were just fucking," I responded. "Of course. But we also kissed before, during and after so that made it special. Making love not just sex. See the difference?" "I suppose. Do you plan on having a lot of 'just sex' with them?" I asked nervously. "No, I don't plan on it. I think my lover will keep me more than satisfied but I just want to cover all contingencies." At that, we hugged and settled in for a good night's sleep. Early the next morning we came up on deck to a crowd on the pier. Cheers, streamers and wishes of a safe voyage rained down on us. We noticed several other boats with their engines running, ready to escort us into the channel and out to the open sea. We untied and shoved off. Mike was towards the front of the boat when he yelled at the top of his lungs. "I don't fucking believe it! This is too much!" he continued to yell then pointed to starboard. Sitting at the mouth of the channel were two fireboats, their water cannons spraying streams of water in arches that met where we were going to pass. As we approached them, they turned their cannons to 'open' the arch and spray towards the open ocean. Their air horns and sirens were blaring, saying goodbye as we passed. We all stood at attention and saluted, first to starboard and then to port. "I've never seen a send off like that in my life!" Mike exclaimed. "You two have certainly made an impact in this community like no one ever has." "I think it was more of a tribute to Bart and his boat than us," Lucas commented, wiping a tear from his eye. "Don't sell yourself short, the two of you are doing a hell of a job filling Bart's galoshes," Mike said as he patted Lucas on the back. I just stood at the helm, my chest bursting with pride. Proud of our boat, proud of Uncle Bart and the life he lived, and proud of myself for stepping up and becoming a man, much like Lucas had recently done. We made for open water and set the course we had mapped out. There were smiles on everyone's faces and a little laugh each time we caught ourselves looking at one another. The comradely that developed between the four of us was unmistakable. The winds were favorable as we picked up speed, the bow slicing smoothly through the waves, a feeling of calm overtaking us while at the same time anticipating what was to come in the weeks ahead.