Going With The Winds

Chapter 11

JAKE

We were out of the canal, and down the Delaware River as the sun went down, passing an inlet cove called Cabin John Creek where my grandparents had once had a farm with a house overlooking the mouth of the creak.

I would have liked to pull in there for the night, but the place was shallow. A retaining wall for a swamp had broken years back pouring silt into the inlet until it was almost completely unnavigable. Much of that had been dredged out, but by no means all of it. “Enchanter” was a deep keel ship, with a torpedo shaped bulb on the bottom. No way could she anchor in there. But I remembered my growing up years there with my family with great fondness, a cousin who had been a good friend to me, but who had married and now led a straight life of what I personally suspected consisted of a large helping of denial.

Beyond that lay the Chesapeake itself, with the Sassafras River on the left where there were a number of marinas five miles up its winding stretch. Cass had mentioned growing up with an uncle and aunt there, hadn’t he? I would ask him later.

Beyond the Sassafras River was our destination for the night, a cove called Still Pond. Fairly deep if you didn’t anchor too close to shore, I was looking forward to anchoring and relaxing for the night, and maybe the next day, too. We were in no hurry.

Jim was down checking the power levels from the engines which both generated electricity while running and drained it. The draining was unfortunately more than the running of the engines generated for a net loss. But the solar panels on the roof of the aft cabin, and the salon deck amidships, all four carefully placed so that the Inhauls and Outhauls ran free of them, made up the difference for a total net gain in power storage.

A shadow appeared on the Helm deck stepping toward me, and as the light hit him, I realized it was Will Lawton.

“Will.”

“Captain.”

Will stepped to my side where I held the wheel. “How can you see where we are? I see lights here and there around us but can’t make head or tale of them.”

“See the green and red flashing lights? Those are channel buoys.” I told him.  “We passed the mouth of the Sassafras and are closing in on our Anchorage for the night.”

“Which is? I think you mentioned it earlier, but I forgot the name.”

“Still Pond. It’s a reasonably sheltered cove.”

“Sounds good.” He moved closer and snaked an arm around my back rubbing it between my shoulder blades in a companionable way.

“Any chance I can persuade you to keep me company tonight? No sex, just companionship. We could keep each other warm.”

“Sounds pretty amazing, actually.” I told him after a moment's thought.

“But?”

I paused, thinking it over, it was an attractive offer. Will was hot, sexy, and he appealed to me on a personal level as a steady sort of guy. But I weighed it and myself and found myself wanting. “If we did that, I’d get too horny, and it would lead to more than I should handle right now.”

“I figured you might say something like that.” He replied, quietly. “I just thought you seemed lonely. I know I did… still do, and I’ve been divorced for over two months now. Still, if you change your mind, my door is open.”

“Thank you.” I said, and I meant it.

“No problem.” He turned to me and I to him, our bodies turning into each other. That was all it took, and our lips were connecting in a luxurious kiss. Mm mm, but this man could KISS.

“You, see? No way we wouldn’t wind up doing more,” I told him.

“Yep, your right.” He chuckled and grinded against me a bit.

“Will?” We both turned, hearing a voice. A moment later the unmistakable figure of the sexy Alejandro, Cass’s boyfriend, appeared from the lounge, looked up and saw us. I felt Will step away from me as he called out. “Up here, Al.”

“Ees cold out here. Come inside. I want to talk to you more about your life as a lawyer.”

The young Italian’s demanding tone was playful, fun, and very charming.

“Your student is calling.” I said quietly and Will chuckled.

“He certainly is.”

“He’s very hot, too.” I opined.

“He certainly is that.” Will agreed. He sighed, but it didn’t sound like a sad sigh at all. “It seems I am wanted after all.” Shrugging, Will turned, reached out and brushed a hand along my jaw. “I’d really like to explore you more my sexy Captain.” he said, boldly.

I smiled but said, “I am always open to exploration, but Will, think about it. I intend to move into Captaincy of vessels full time. I will be at sea most of the time. Where does a relationship with a high-powered lawyer fit into that?”

Even in the gloom of the dim helm deck lighting, I could see his expression alter slightly, the brows lift before falling again. Then he nodded. “If you weren’t so damn sexy just looking you makes me hard, I’d have an easier time accepting that.” He nodded. “But I do accept that, Jake. I hear you.”

I glanced to where Alejandro was waiting, peering up at us, back lit from the light in the salon.

Will looked, too. “Well, I hope Alejandro and Cass are as open as they say they are.” He chuckled. With a shrug, he headed for the steps to go below to the cockpit, and I watched him go, looking up after a moment to see that it was time to alter course into Still Pond.

I pulled the mic off the binnacle and pressed it. “All hands-on deck to strike the sails and prepare for anchorage.”

 JIM

I hope you have some cum left for your man,” I said to Kieth as he stepped out of the shower. It was close to time for anchoring the “Enchanter” at Still Pond and we’d be called soon to get the ship ready.

Keith grinned at me, and wagged his sexy ass, his big cock swinging back and forth. Stepping into me, he slid his arms around me, and I caught my sexy man up in a bear hug, claiming him as I always did. I loved Kieth for who he was, not as I otherwise might want him to be.

“I am so lucky,” Kieth murmured into my neck as I slid my hands down to his firm gorgeous ass.

“Why?” I knew what he was going to say as he had said it many times before.

“Because you are so understanding. You let me be me.”

“What, a fucking nympho, sex slut?”

“Unhunh.” We kissed, long and sensually.

“Well, it’s purely altruistic. I like to see you making the passengers happy. They need your skills to relax and enjoy themselves. Besides, Kent and Lawrence and Alejandro all seem to need extra release.”

“At their age, my cock wouldn’t go down.”

“I remember.” I reminded him. “And at your grand old age of 26 it hardly goes down, now, my love.”

Kieth grinned. “Kent is looking at Jud now, Lawrence’s man is very jealous, and Alejandro has his eyes on the lawyer, so you will have to appease my appetites all by yourself.”

“I think I can handle that.” I said, spanking his butt. “But just remember, if the younger ones are set, than the older ones will be looking for those tired muscles to be rubbed out, Mr. Sexy Hands.”

“Mmmm.” Kieth said, wiggling his brows. I spanked him again.

“Mmmm,” he repeated, laughing.

“Get dressed. I am pretty sure the captain will be on the mic soon wanting your hands on deck.”

“My hands on his dick?”

“Deck.” I growled, playfully, tousling his short blond curls.

He pouted, but did as I asked, turning away to look in his drawers for some clean jeans. He was only half dressed when Jake’s distinctive deep furry edged voice came over the mic. “All hands-on deck to strike the sails and prepare for anchorage.”

“You heard the man.”

“Mmm and what a man.” Kieth said as he grabbed a sweatshirt.

“You stay away from Jake, Laddy.” I said sternly and Kieth looked up at me through the hood of his sweatshirt as he tugged it down.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I know he needs time to heal. But fuck! He looks even hotter this year than he did last year.”

I had to agree with that assessment. Jake was the sexiest man I’d ever known. Not so sexy these days maybe, with the brooding shadow that seemed to follow him around, but I was confident that would change. The light would come back into those grey eyes I knew and loved so well. He just needed time.

Kieth pulled on his deck shoes and grabbed me. “Just you remember that, though I am a slut, and you let me, there is no one I love even a tenth like I love my big Jim. You are my fucking everything. Believe it.”

I grinned. Kieth said things like that to me all the time, and I had learned to believe it ...and if I even began not to, I knew he’d be on me like a raging bull, MAKING me believe it! Goddammit, but I loved my slutty exhibitionist, perpetually horny baby! “I do, baby, I do.” I kissed him. “Come on.” Quickly, we left our quarters heading up to the deck and work to be done.

CASS

Everything I was doing on this ship was a learning experience. Anchoring such a big vessel was a slow-motion process, and fascinating.

The bow anchor was first tightened on its cable, enough for the chock, a massive blocking lock to be released, and then on Jake’s command, the anchor was let go by the crew.  The heavy anchor plunged into the dark sea. The cable ran until it stopped, and Jake backed the ship down as the crew, with me helping fed the line out keeping just a little tension on it. The ship backed under Jake's control until the line was at a very shallow angle into the depths.

I asked Kieth, "Why do we back so far back? Won't someone run over it or something?" Kieth stepped to me and reached around to grope my left buttock. I didn't mind. You only had to look at Kieth to know he was incorrigible.  "Cass, you want to back on the anchor until the cable runs out to from five to seven ship’s lengths, or more, then drop the stern anchor and then go forward, snubbing the stern anchor into the mud the same way we do the bow. Both anchors prevent the ship from accidentally floating over the anchors in the night.  You want plenty of scope in either direction. You never want to be directly over either anchor as that could lift the anchor out of the mud with any kind of wave. The angle is what makes the anchorage secure.

Every time I learned something new it only reinforced how much I needed to learn to become a proper mariner.  I wasn’t discouraged. Rather, it excited me. Getting the book on knots, I settled myself in the corner of the Salon. I’d removed the sweats for working outside and was lounging in just my white boxers, one leg bent, the other down as I worked on a knot. I know, I know, that pose accidentally on purpose made a display of my bulge, enhanced as it was by the tennis stretchy wrist band that I wore around my cock root and balls. I loved flaunting while being otherwise angelically innocent. (grins).

I quickly fell into concentration, practicing some knots I was already familiar with, like square knots and a few others, but I had to learn how to do a half hitch and most particularly, a bowline. I was fumbling around with the foot long cylindrical case and a six-foot-long practice line when a familiar deep voice said, “Need some help with that?”

I looked up, and then up some more. It was Jake, the Captain, standing by me, his grey eyes looking at the floppy mess in my hands. For just a split second I was tempted to say something cold back at him, but what the hell, this was going to be a long cruise and he was my Captain. II swung my leg off the cream leather cushioned couch and lifted the dark cylinder.

“Kieth gave me this to practice with, but I have no idea what it was or is.”

“Hah, someone’s cologne case they left behind for some exotic scent bottle. Kieth thought it made a good miniature piling to practice tying knots on." Jake told me.

“I thought it was some sort of rude cock case.” I joked as Jake settled beside me.

Jake snorted softly. “I believe it would only be closed off at one end, else how could a cock get in there?" he asked me, straight faced.

“Well, if you unscrew the lid…” I pointed out, untwisting the top.

“You think too much.” Jake laughed and I found myself giggling softly with him.

“I’ve just started trying to learn the bowline knot.”

“You worked in your uncle and aunt’s marina and never learned to tie a bowline?”

“Yup. I am good with cleats and square knots. Sorry, I was lazy.”

He smiled. Damn Jake had a great smile. I realized it might not be the first smile I had seen from him, but it was the first one directed at me.

“Here you hold this,” he said handing me the cylindrical case again.

“Ok now, before we even use that case, watch me. This part of the rope we will call the standing line and this, at the tip, the free end. We make a loop with the free end over the standing, like so. Then we take the free end, come up through the loop, like a rabbit out of a hole, go around the tree, the standing part, and down through the hole again. Then we take the free end and the stand rope together and pull, and there is your bowline, knot. See? Ok, now you try.”

“You’re the captain. Don’t you have anything better to do then coach me on knots?” I couldn’t help asking, giving him a sunny smile.

Jake grinned and shook his gorgeous ruggedly stunning head. I had a sudden urge to stick my tongue in his dimples. He was like a cross between those old actors, Tom Selleck and Suan Connery, with the bedroom eyes and the body of Jason Mamoa. Who could resist such a man?

I felt my cock stirring in my shorts and part of me hoped he didn’t notice, and the other part did. Dammit. I’d been angry with him not long before. All this guy had to do was be nice to me and all that just went away. Why did he get off so easy? Ok, ok, because he was fucking gorgeous, I admit it, and maybe, just maybe, he was trying to make amends.

Jake was looking at me. “You gonna tie the knot or what?”

“Oh! Sorry.” I felt myself blushing.

“Don’t worry. You can do it. I’ll coach you through it," he said, closing his hand over mine where they held the rope.

“Right, ok.”

“You seem a little distracted, so I guess you might be thinking about what a dick I was to you. I want you to know, Cass, that I regret making stupid assumptions. You didn’t need to bear the brunt of my bitterness over what happened to my marriage. I guess I have been feeling sort of run over and manipulated for a long time now. I am really very sorry for treating you as less than you are or suspecting you of ulterior motives. I’ve seen you today with the crew, and I really liked what I saw. Please forgive me.”

Ok… fuck. To say I was moved was an understatement. I was melting into a pool of emotional honey. The man was not only overwhelming sexy, but sweet as fuck! I had to work to speak as I suddenly choked up. He looked down, as if thinking I wasn’t going to forgive.

“Oh dammit!” I blurted at last, drawing attention from others in the room. I felt rather than saw heads turning. More quietly I said, “Of course I forgive you. And I am sorry for getting so offended.”

“No, no, you were right to be offended. I was an ass.” He said, shaking his head. He squeezed my hands and smiled warmly, a more natural smile, yet: the sort of smile that begged to be kissed. “Ready to tie a bowline?” he reminded me, with his grey eyes gazing into mine.

Shit, go slow, Cass, go slow, I thought to myself, The man just started to divorce his husband. Go slow. I mean fuck, all we needed was for him to think he was right about me chasing him. I yanked my mind back to the present and the tangle of chord in my hands.

“Ok, now let's see. I make a loop,” I said… “with the free end over the standing line then … which way?”

“Up through the hole.”

“Not down into the hole?” I said without thinking.

“I guess that depends on your point of view,” he joked, making me blush, but he went right on, “No up through the hole, around the tree…”

“Right.”

His hand helped guide mine, his fingers touching mine and I was finding it a little hard to breathe normally. At last, I had it, pulling the bowline tight.

“Ok, now do it again.” He said undoing the knot. One good thing about a bowline, it's easy to untie even after a heavy load has been pulling on it." Jake proceeded to demonstrate another way to tie a bowline and then a third way which was really fast and efficient and which you could do with one hand. He recommended I practice all three and sat with me as I repeatedly tied it the knot over and over.

He showed me how to do a clove hitch, then a half hitch, demonstrating with the case how easy it was to snub a yacht down with a quick twisted loop over a piling repeated by a second one.

The whole time he sat close beside me, his thigh resting against mine, and as I practiced my head fell back to rest on his shoulder, his voice soft in my ear as I repeatedly tied knots. The other guys drank and played cards several feet away, laughing and talking, seemingly paying us no mind.

This was the life, I thought, smiling and feeling so fucking content. The whole time my cock where it was making quite a show in my skin hugging shorts, was making somewhat of a statement, as if it couldn’t decide whether to be hard or sort of halfway there. The tennis wrist band around my balls and root kept it full and arcing across my crotch for all to see, and by all I included Jake, who couldn't miss the activity in the fabric of my shorts right under our hands as we practiced knots.

That was the naughty side of me. I was addicted to the heat generated by male stares when I wore something revealing, and more and more as Jake half held me, I couldn’t help hoping he noticed.

But then the ship’s bell hit, telling us it was eleven, or twenty-three hundred hours. An hour before midnight. Where had the day gone?

Jake’s muscular arm around my back pulled me into him and his lips kissed my earlobe. “Hey, time for bed, beautiful. One thing. I know I was an ass, thinking you were, you know, taking advantage." Here he was, talking about this again. I started to speak but something made me hush up. Clearly, he had more to say, and I needed to let him say it. "I just want you to know… if you are at all interested in me, in Jake Saunders. I think, give me time, but…I really liked being with you, like this. I think I’d really like to get to know you… just saying.”

My heart stopped but I stayed cool. My cock had gone completely hard as his diffident shyness and lack of confidence made me want to reassure him in the worst way.

I turned toward him, which nearly caused our lips to touch. “I think we both need time. But yes, Captain Jake. I’ll keep that in mind.”

I winked at him, and he vented a surprised huff and a chuckle.

I got up and stretched and through slit sleepy eyes, I saw his go down and linger on my crotch. Eat your heart out, you sexy fuck.” I thought at him, which might sound rude, but wasn’t meant that way. I wanted him to want me. I had just fallen in lust, which was only natural, right?

“Your right, time for bed. Thanks for all the knot training.” I managed to say, smoothly.

“My pleasure.” He said, his eyes slowly climbing my body. Oh yes, he could look at me that way all he wanted. But I had to stay cool... sort of. 

“Night, Captain.”

“Night, Cass.”

I stepped away and headed below. I needed to get on that bed and take matters in hand. I knew it wouldn’t take me long to cum! I just hoped my cabin mate, Alejandro, was busy with Will Lawton. I had not seen either of them for a couple of hours so one could hope. I needed that bed alone.

 

Rion

“Well, that was interesting,” said my husband as he got ready for bed.

I was already on the bed wearing some mesh briefs, the sheet and cover half over me. I’d been struggling over a poem about the sea and the tangle of emotions of an all-male crew, such as we had, but there were some awkward phrases, and the rhythm was just not hitting it. I put my workbook down and turned it off turning on my side to look at my man.

To my own mind, Marty looked better than he ever had, but I knew he worried about the salt getting into his hair. He wasn’t all that old and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes only made him sexier to me.

“What was interesting?”

“Jake and the young surprise guest with his friend Alejandro. You know, the stunning platinum blond boy, Cass. Did you notice Alejandro and Will flirting all through dinner, and afterwards, where were they? And did Cass seem to mind?”

I smiled as Marty finished undressing before climbing into bed to tangle himself against me, with his head and chin coming to rest on my chest. It was one of our favorite nightly positions.

“I think Cass was distracted by knots," I suggested, remembering how close and comfortable Jake and Cass had seemed on the couch in the corner.

“That was only after we anchored. He just didn’t seem to care about how much into one another Will and Alejandro were, which makes me wonder how serious that relationship is.”

I thought about that. “It takes all kinds. You and I are closed, but Kieth and Jim are as open as they can be, but still a very tight couple. Maybe Cass and Alejandro just have that kind of relationship, but more like good friends who happen to have sex.”

“I suppose.” Marin traced my chest hair with a fingertip. “I just hope Jake isn’t setting himself up with heart break.”

“Why do you say that?”

“The way he was helping Cass with his knots all evening after we anchored. It was all very relaxed, but those two are both well enough endowed they’d have to wear a coverlet folded over on their laps to hide how hot they were getting.” Martin sniggered softly before sobering again. “I just don’t want to see Jake hurt.”

“He already is baby. He’s working through a lot. We need to give him time.”

“And that Cass needs to give him time. That boy is overwhelmingly charming.”

“And beautiful.”

“And beautiful.”

“Hey, just how closely were you looking, my love?” I teased Martin.

Martin grinned back and shrugged one shoulder saucily, before going for my right nipple and rolling it between his tongue and upper teeth.

“Stop that, you're going to get me going.”

“Mmm, oh save me from your getting going, you hungry beast.”

“You’re the one sucking my nipple. Sorry babe, no milk out of those tits.”

Martin was silent for a while as he worked on my nipples, causing bolts of hot endorphin waves to ignite me under my balls, making my cock swell between us. I knew he could feel it because he started moving and around and grinding.

“No worries,” he said, moving down my abs to another target. “I know where I can find some cream.”

“Do you now.” I teased.

“Mmm hmm..”

“Going to take some work to get that spout working.” I told him. Someone was moaning and I realized it was me.

Lips smacked somewhere down near my balls. “Oh, never fear the milker is here.”

“Mmm, Marty, have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“Only every day since we married, baby.”

“Well, fuck me for not being original. I love you baby…”

“You just say that because I make you feel good,” Marty said, lifting his exquisitely skilled mouth off my cock with a slurpy pop of satisfaction.

“Yup.”

Smack!

“Ow.”

And so ended the first day and evening of the “Enchanter as she lay at her anchor at Still Pond on the Chesapeake Bay.