Going With The Winds: Chapter 23

Epilogue

HOT SAILING

Its been hard to face the facts, but the simple truth is I have ended up with one hell of a writer’s block. So I have written an epilogue, and for now at least, I will leave these characters to the futures of your imaginations. Below is the only ending I can think of for Jake and his new love, Cass. I hope you enjoy and many thanks for reading. It’s rewarding just to know I may have given you all some pleasure. If you have not read my stories, start with the chapters of “Edgings” and go from there.

Jake

Reaching the keys had taken some delicious weeks of steadily warming weather, with days of brisk following winds, allowing the Enchanter to charge down the East Coast of the United States.

Our crew and passengers gradually lost clothing day by day, and now lay about, sunning in next to nothing.

Of course in Jim’s boy, Kieth’s case, next to nothing was nothing. Not an hour went buy that the senior crewman didn’t swagger about the deck with his big cock swinging recklessly with every step.

Kieth was the master masseuse aboard and when duties allowed, he’d be straddling someone, griding his erection up their crack as he massaged oil into their backs or grinding that big thing against their own bulges.

It was damn hard to look away, and I had considerable trouble keeping my own half hard pole tucked under cover with all the sensual male on male shenanigans going on.

“Mmm, Alejandro…” The soft moan below and to my right alerted me to Cass’s soft baritone. Dammit!

Holding the wheel with the tips of my fingers, I stepped forward to peer down at the cushioned bench to starboard in the open cockpit area.

The beautiful Alejandro was sitting there with Cass’s gorgeous head in his lap. The tip and part of Alejandro’s cock was visible pressed up between Cass’s cheek and Alejandro’s lower abs, the tip glistening with pre cum.

Fuck. I felt my cock lengthen in the navy-blue speedos I had on.

Cass had on very skimpy sheer mesh thong that covered no more than his balls. His big thick luscious cock was completely exposed out the top of that nothing of a pouch, arcing over his abs, visibly throbbing as Alejandro’s hands swept slowly down the abs to brush that weapon with wrists of fingers.

I was rapt, unable to tear my eyes away. Acutely aware, as I was, that Cass and I had yet to take things all the way in bed, it was damn hard not to call this torture.

Oh yeah, we made love and tortured one another for hours every night, kissing, licking, sucking, rubbing our bods together, but always holding back from more than an accidental spurt or two. But Cass insisted he would not let himself go with me, until I was divorced.

Last night he’d even peeled a condom onto my cock taking so damn long about it, slowly slathering it with lube, before passing the lube to me.

I took my sweet time, taking my revenge, playing with his hole, stretching it with fingers until it was more than ready and then easing in through that tight gate to rest there, letting him become accustomed, and finally, thrusting in, just a little, than a little more.

Only a few strokes and I was there, poised to cum, fighting that throb that would become a jet, the pleasurable knot under my balls tightening to an exquisite point that told me I could not be closer to explosion.

Yet somehow, he knew, freezing his own sexy moves to grip my cock at its root.

We stopped moving, just kissing feverishly, moaning, holding ecstasy at bay. God but this boy could tease!

I glanced ahead, seeing only empty ocean, checked the course and looked back below as Alejandro bent over Cass’s head and exchanged long kisses with him. Fuck!

As Alejandro lifted his head again, I found Cass’s blue eyes open, looking right up… at me.

He gave his pelvis a little thrust rock as his tormentor's hand brushed his cock again, making it wag, still looking at me. Aww what a devil!

I was obsessed, dammit. For days and weeks, we’d been drawing closer, our cuddles at night becoming more and more heated, until it was normal for us to sleep naked together, spooning him, my hard cock riding the crack of the sexiest ass I had ever seen or felt. Firm and jutting, it nevertheless, fit his sleek muscular body to perfection, making my eyes go there every time he got up or moved.

Still watching me, he turned his head and out came his tongue to lick the frenum of Alejandro’s cock, making the sexy Latino moan with appreciation.

Damn if I wasn’t jealous! I wanted to growl but kept my expression neutral. Cass’s gaze came back to mine, a smile flickering over those lips, the fucker.

Suppressing my desire to go down there and haul him off his sexy bestie, I snatched my gaze back to our course, the sails, checking the trim, and my watch to see how much longer before I could get Kieth or Jimm to take the helm…

Damn, another thirty-four minutes?

Well at least we were within a day of reaching Key Alexander, the Island resort Alex’s father had rebuilt. Once there, with the ship at dock and a layover for who knew how long, I could be free of the responsibility of this ship and could really concentrate on Cass.

I was about to step over to peer down again and torture myself with watching Cass flirt when Jim appeared on the helm deck.

“Hey, skip, your mobile phone text went off while I was passing through the cabin." He paused, his brown eyes changing focus downward. "Heymmm, that looks nice. Is that big throbber for me, handsome?”

Jim was looking down at my cock stand, which was more than half exposed out the top of my speedos.

I just shook my hand and grinned as he took hold of my cock, trading that for my phone.

I read the text as Jim casually caressed my cock, “happy to report, we have received Mr. Daniel Atwell’s signature, and all documents have been stamped and approved by Divorce Court Judge Samuel Sterling.” This was followed by congratulations from my lawyer and the statement that I was officially divorced.

I nearly exploded in Jim’s friendly hand.

“Stop, Jim, stop.” I said, stepping back.

“Awwwa.” Jim laughed softly. “So come on, what is it?”

“Nothing. just, could you go get Cass and tell him to report to the helm?”

Jim studied me, knowingly. “Uh hunh, just like that. And you know your man is down there playing with that sexy fuck, Alejandro. What makes you think he will come?”

“Oh… he will cum.” I said, grinning.

“You call?” Cass’s voice swung me around, my hard on, yanked from Jim’s hand.

Cass was there on the helm deck, his cock, like mine, up and raring for anything. How the hell had he known to come up here, I wondered? But then the sight of him returned me to the matter at hand.

“Your turn at the helm, Cass. I have some steering tutoring to give you.” I was trying not to leer, but from the suspicious grin on his face, I doubt I was successful.

“Oh? I wasn’t supposed to have a turn at the wheel for another couple of hours.” His eyes were trailing down my body toward my cock and I was almost shocked at the pure lust of his gaze. Then again, he’d been looking at me like that for weeks now, never mind the way I looked at him.

“When you’re skipper gives an order, Cass, you jump.” Jim growled playfully. He was enjoying this, damn him!

“Oh sorry, sex, I mean sexy sir, sir, sexy.” Cass said, pretending to be alarmed as he stumbled to the wheel.

I sent Jim a glare. With a wink, my beefy first officer sauntered off the helm deck out of my view.

Alone with Cass, I moved up behind him at the wheel, moving close enough that my aching spear brushed against his ass.

“You need to learn a thing or two about maintaining course while distracted.” I whispered in his ear.

“But Skipper, you’ve been distracting me for weeks,” he said, pushing his ass back enough to capture my cock between those cheeks.

I moved my arms around his waist to find his own cock ready for my touch. With the fingers of one hand wrapping around that big thick beauty, I lifted my phone up to his line of sight.

Stroking him with one hand, I held the phone there as he began reading.

The gentle roll of the sea acted as a provocateur guiding our rhythm as my cock and his ass rocked and rubbed together. I knew I could cum like this, and my mind blurred as concentration moved to my cock, my balls, the pleasure knot forming again, tightening, teasing me…

Then I heard his gasp and felt his butt cheeks move in on my pole, almost trapping it.

“Jake…”

I was already ripping that nothing of a thong down to his feet, my own speedos following fast.

I spat into my hand, but my cock was oozing pre providing all the lube I needed.

“Baby… I…” I couldn’t get it out. I wanted to fuck him so bad it hurt.

“Yes?” he gasped, reaching back with one hand as if to guide me in, spreading his legs, pushing his ass back.

I pressed against his pucker, feeling my cock head working its way in, fighting the need for release that was damn near overwhelming.

Vaguely, I became aware of people, passengers and crew collecting in the cock pit, below staring up at us, or more accurately at Cass, at his glorious sun god golden body.

For some reason it seemed only fitting, as my cock finally snapped into place inside that gate. Cass groaned and I froze right there in the sun, with more and more eyes on us.

“Tell me when baby,”

“Mmm…… now.”

I slowly thrust in, trying to go easy, shuddering with the need to hold back.

I reached around to lightly caress his rod pre slicked cock, subliminally aware that forward and below us the gathering men were watching us, stroking their own and each other's cocks.

“Get all the way in, baby.” Cass gasped.

I thrust and nearly came, somehow making it without an explosion.

“Again.” Cass husked.

Oh who could deny that sexy husky command? I couldn’t. I pushed in again, my body setting up a rythm with the roll of the sea that was slow but sensual as hell. I was fucking him, and my cock was being hugged like vice grips, and sucked by that loving ass. This husky low voice i didn't recognize was yelling with each slow teasing successive, thrust, “Cass fuck – ing Al-ex-an-der, will you fuck-ing mar-ry me?”

Oh fuck that was me? Hard to think with my cock up his ass being squeezed like that with those loving muscular butt muscles, resisting, squeezing, sucking...

But then his voice, higher, breathy, husky with need, cried out over wind and sea...“Ohhh… aww…. Oh …. Yeah….yes…. yes….. yes ….. yes…. Fuck!!!!”

Cass’s cock flared and spasmed in my hand as I came, just catching a glimpse over his shoulder as his cream fountained through the wheel and out over the up turned faces, opened mouths of our friends and our crew.

Amidst the sound of cheering, Cass turned in my arms, his lips crushing mine. He pulled back just enough to click the auto pilot on the binnacle, and then say, “Yes, my sexy Captain. I will marry you.”

Our mouths crushed together again, and I thanked God for auto-pilot, because otherwise, the ship would have been all over the map.

THE END

Thank you all for reading and enjoying. May you be blessed with many more stories of sexy, teasy, pleasure.

All my love, Draven