Going With The Winds

Chapter Thirteen

CASS

“Miserable weather,” I remarked, my eyes on the compass and our course heading. Jake had offered me to take the wheel for a while and start getting used to steering a large vessel. Jake stood close to my side.

“Yeah, and the wind is lightening… dammit. Weather like this makes me want to be in a nice snug port.” Jake agreed.

Snowflakes had been drifting down on and off for the last hour. Without willing it I shivered a bit. My shirt, sweater and the foul weather jacket weren’t quite cutting it. I wore gloves but could have wished for heavier ones.

That’s when Jake moved in, sliding his arms around me, holding me back against him to keep me warm.

“You’re a gentleman, Captain.” I said.

“I aim to please.” He said lightly.

“You would think with a hurricane working its way up the coast, that we wouldn’t be in this cold front from the Northeast.

“Well, that’s the thing,” Jake said, his bristly jaw and lips warming my neck and left ear. “We're sailing out of this front, which is why the wind has been dying since dawn this morning. Tomorrow or the next day we should see the breeze shift until it’s coming from the South. That will be the north edge of the front the hurricane is pushing up. Then as it gets closer, it’s spin will drag an Easterly wind that will rapidly increase as the fringe and then the core gets closer.” His lips by my ear were having the predictable effect of drawing the blood from my brain to my cock. My jeans, which were tight to begin with, felt about three sizes too small.

“Mind the course, Cass, a touch port.”

I could feel myself blushing, but obeyed, a twitch to the wheel slowly bringing us back along our course line. “That’s good, that’s good, you have a nice steady hand at the wheel, Cass.” He said, his lips and warm breath teasing my ear, sending me delicious waves of pleasure straight to my cock.

And was I mistaken or did I feel some added pressure on my ass, right into the crack. Yep, damn if I didn’t feel a pulse.

“Jake…” I whispered.

“I know.” He growled back and I could swear I heard the smile in his voice.

I felt a huge grin spread over my face.

After a little he asked, “Sooo… I know, you and I are taking our time, but can I ask just how serious you are about your friend, Alejandro?”

“Friends with benefits.” I told him after a moment.

“I see.” He sighed. “Well, I have to admit, though from what your feeling pressing against your hot as hell ass, I shouldn’t have to, that I find you incredibly hot and attractive.”

“The feeling is mutual, Captain.” I said very quietly.

“You know the wheel will hold position if you let go of it and let me kiss you.”

“I don’t know. Should we do that while steering?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, actually I have told the crew no hanky-panky while on duty, but kissing…”

His voice trailed off, and I felt his lips on my neck as he started kissing me.

“Jake…” I moaned and his hands around my waist began to slide down until one hand and then both were cupping my achingly hard cock where it stretched across the top of my jeans to the belt line.

He urged me around. I took my hands off the wheel, which as he said, didn’t move one bit from it's course, and I turned to him, until our bodies ground together chest to chest, crotch to crotch like two irresistible magnets. “Jake, I…”

My mouth was crushed by his, cutting off whatever inane thing I might have said.

Oh, fuck, but my world literally seemed to flip over. I thought I had been kissed by some very skilled, erotic kissers. They were nothing to this kiss, to kissing Jake. I quickly drowned in the sizzling pleasure of our lips matching so well, our tongues playing, rolling, making love like two separate animals inside our mouths.

And then something happened. Jake’s kissing seemed to pause, and he broke from me, stepping back.

“Too soon?” I asked softly. Whatever he might have said was cut short by the arrival of Jim. The stocky powerfully built first mate appeared with a thermos in his gloved hands.

“My shift, Skip.”

Jake jerked a nod, gave me a long look I couldn’t interpret, and then turned, heading to his cabin which was just aft of the helm deck. I thought maybe that look might have meant he wanted me to follow him, but at that moment I saw Miles Standish making his way aft from the salon. Jake would have to wait.

Jim said, “Hey Cass, Marty is putting together a game of strip poker in the dining room below.”

“Oh, ok.” I gave Jim a smile and scooched off the helm deck, taking the steps down to the lower deck on the port side. Standish was coming up the other side.

I heard him ask, “Jim, is Jake in his cabin?”

I heard Jim say, “the captain just left his shift …”

I didn’t hear more but headed forward through the cockpit into the salon. Because of the snow fall, light as it was, the crew had removed the cushions from the seats and benches in the cockpit. But I noticed the snow wasn’t sticking. Everything just looked a little wet.

My mind was reeling just a bit, my movements hampered by my achingly hard cock. Yep, no doubt about it. Jake Saunders really fired my libido. Dammit, where had all my will power gone? I knew, or at least felt that he was still healing from his relationship with his husband. Did I want to be a rebound? I think I had heard rebound relationships weren’t exactly promising ones.

No one was in the Salon, but I heard laughter from below, so went down the next deck and entered the dining compartment. Virtually the whole crew but Jake, and Jim were present, playing strip poker.

Martin sat at one end with the crew on either side. Marty already had a shirt off, while Jud, the junior most crewman was down to his shorts. Keith was right behind with t shirt and shorts.

I soon realized the reason most of the guys were down to at least one article was that they were betting with them.

“All in,” Said Keith, who then made a production of taking off his T shirt and his shorts.

Jud shrugged and said. “I call, and took off his shorts.”

“Cass, come join us,” Marty called to me and all the others joined in. I didn’t dare. Jake had left me horny, and I didn’t need further temptation while I sorted all that out in my head.

“Not this time, guys.” I said, “You guys look like your almost finished anyway.”

Marty laughed. Clothes are. If either of these guys wins the bet the loser will owe the winner a favor. Could be a kiss… or more.” Marty wiggled his brows. “And the favor must be accomplished here before witnesses.

“Ok, lay your cards up, boys.” Marty said.

Keith flung his cards down with a flourish, showing a straight.

Jud smirked. “You owe me.” Then he put his cards down. Showing three Aces.

“Uhhh, Jud, a straight beats three aces,” said the handsome ginger, Lev, who was almost fully dressed,

“Fuck!” Jud said, not sounding particularly upset. He pulled his boxer’s back on. I noticed he otherwise had a short pile of a t shirt and jeans beside him.

“So, what’s the favor, Kiethy baby?”

“Come here and kiss me and then work your way down to my cock to which you must give a long French kiss,” Kieth demanded in a seductive tone.

Marty beckoned me over and I went to him while the boys cheered the two of them on.

“Cass, if you're not playing, which is a terrible shame, do you mind tracking down my husband? I really shouldn’t be indulging in this game without him here.”

“Sure, I will go look for him,” I said. Rion often volunteered helped Jim in the galley, and I knew they teamed up to provide us with great meals. I went there first. No sign of them, but as I took the door to the next compartment, I heard the sound of grunts. Uh oh. Who was having sex? That was the thought that went through my mind right off. I moved slowly, down the corridor that bypassed the engine room toward the small workout room with the solo flex machine mounted on the wall.

As I drew closer, I heard a familiar voice, say, “Mmm that’s it, Rion. Damn, you're not only gorgeous but so strong.”

“Aww, your sweet, Lawrence.”

Oh, ok they were only exercising, then, right?

“You have such great lats, and your pecs.” Lawrence soothed.

“Mmm, careful there, beautiful, my nipples are sensitive.”

“Be hard to finish your routine if all the blood goes to your big cock,” Lawrence said.

“You're not kidding.” Rion said with a chuckle. “But I really think that’s enough for the day, charmer.”

“Alright, but you better do some stretches and take a hot bath and maybe get a massage. Hey, I could that for you. I know Kieth is the resident masseur aboard, but I am pretty good, and I won’t try to jump your bones like he would.”

There was a pause. “That does sound tempting.” Rion allowed. Then he moaned, and I had to figure that Lawrence was probably massaging Rion’s shoulders.

“I should probably tell Marty.” Rion said.

“Oh, he’s busy playing poker with the guys. I don’t really feel like doing that, do you?”

“Mmm, no, a hot shower followed by a massage would be a lot better, I have to admit,” Rion said.

“Come on,” Lawrence urged.

I backed up quickly and silently as I could to the galley, through the door closing it as quietly as I could, and then opening it.

“Rion? Are you there?”

After a flurry of murmurs, Rion shouted back. “Is that Cass? What's up?”

“Oh your hubby gathered the guys for strip poker and wanted to know if I could find you. He’s asking if you could play.”

Rion’s laugh came down the narrow corridor along the hull shortly before he appeared wearing short boxer briefs that betrayed that he was more than a little aroused. He smiled at me, and I made room for him to pass. “I guess my man wants me there to keep anything really naughty from happening to him.”

“Could be.” I said lightly, with a shrug.

Lawrence was not making an appearance, so I followed Rion, who turned to me and said, “Tell Marty I will be right there. I just need a quick shower to wash the sweat off of work out, and I better wear some extra clothing. I know how Marty’s strip poker sessions usually end up.” He grinned and winked.

Well, that’s one relationship maybe saved from a faux pas; I thought patting myself on the back as I went back to the dining room. Not much had changed, except faces looked a bit more flushed. I gave Marty my message, and then headed to my cabin.

I was some ways down the passenger section when Alejandro emerged from Will Lawton’s stateroom wearing nothing but a towel and a grin, his wet hair clearly damp wet.

“Caro Mio,” Please come in.” Alejandro dropped the towel and applied it to his head, thus exposing himself to me. It was nothing I hadn’t seen before but always appreciated.

I followed him into the stateroom and came to stop.

Lounging on the bed, quite naked, was Will Lawton. “Hey Cass, come on in. We were just talking about you.”

I couldn’t help but take in Will’s build, a very fit man, with a very nice very full cock that looked about six inches where it draped soft, to one side. He had one leg bent, and rested on one elbow, looking extremely sexy and edible.

“Oh?” I said, a little warily.

Alejandro, still drying his hair, moved to the bed and sat on the edge.

Will looked fondly at his new lover and then back to me.

“Unusual as it might be for a lawyer, I like to be straight up and even blunt, maybe too much so at times.”

“Okayyyyyy.” I drew out, aiming for comic wariness.

Lawton chuckled. “Alejandro reassures me that you have no problem with he and I linking up, but he feels badly that you invited him on this cruise to be his mate, and yet he is spending all his time with me. And, frankly, I feel bad too. I realize you guys weren’t monogamous, but I feel like I have ended up horning in on your fun, if nothing else.”

I started to protest, but he held up a hand and I bit my lower lip, restraining myself. I would have my say once he was finished.

“So, what I’d like to say to you, Cass, is that I find you to be incredibly beautiful, hot, gorgeous and sexy. Hopefully you find me at least somewhat attractive. Al and I both want to share our bed with you… whenever you want to.”

Alejandro emerged from under his towel to grin broadly at me. “Si, Caro Mio. Please, let us sur.. no san… sandwich you in love.”

Alejandro looked immoderately pleased with his choice of wording and I had to laugh, even while realizing my cock was very much liking this idea. Of course, it was still over stimulated by that kiss with Jake at the helm, but still…

I looked at both of them and let my eyes drift down Will Lawton’s powerful, yet leanly muscled bod. Alejandro was an incredible lover. Will looked like he could be a dynamo in bed, and being ten years older than me, he had all that experience to bring to the festivities. FUCK!

Will’s cock was stirring beneath my gaze, yet he made no move toward me.

“I… this sounds really great, guys. Let me think about it.”

“Aww, now Caro, don’t think too long. You will start having dreams that are wet, yes?”

I had to shrug. He had a point there. Jake was on my mind, but did I really want to go there already? I hardly knew him, and we had a long voyage to warm up to one another. But then I also remembered how he drew back from that kiss. Jake clearly thought he was moving too fast, too. I needed to let him fully heal from his collapsing marriage before I stuck my dick into that situation. Or would he be sticking his obviously huge cock into my situation? STOP!!

I looked at Alejandro and he looked at me. Then he stepped toward me. “Caro,” he crooned, “let me get that foul weather jacket off you.”

I looked at Lawton who gave me a warm smile, as Alejandro slowly stripped me of my clothes. My cock, when it was exposed by my jeans being peeled down my thighs, rose up to throb with all it’s might.

Lawton pursed his lips and cooed before getting up off the bed and going to his knees before me, but not before I had taken the measure of that big cock of his. It had to be nine inches at least. Oh fuck, was this going to be a blast, or what?

Even as the wealthy, handsome lawyer’s lips slid down my shaft, making me buck, I had a fleeting thought of Jake kissing me, his erection stretched crotch pressing against mine. I hoped he would forgive me. I wasn’t going to hide this from him. I had a feeling he’d been lied too and disrespected enough in his life. Besides if he and I were going to get anywhere, in time, at least, I wanted it to be truthful.

And truthfully, I was enjoying Lawton’s cock sucking technique. The man wa a pro. I hardly noticed Alejandro pressing into my back, reaching around to tease my nipples. I was already fighting off blasting into Lawton’s mouth.

I felt long pent up cum building under my balls, that rising pressure narrowing toward that ultimate pleasure point…“Mmm, fuck, I am so close…” I husked.
That wonderful mouth retreated. “Not yet. Come…””

He took my hand leading me to the bed, with Alejandro close behind, murmuring hot Italian words of love in my ears.

As I lay back on the bed, stripped hard and feeling just a little vulnerable, Lawton pulled on a condom, Alejandro diving in to begin licking my shaft… almost I wished Jake were here, watching me from the door, his grey eyes lusting, burning for me…

JAKE

Cursing inwardly, I retreated to my cabin. It was too soon to start obsessing over someone. But damn if Cass hadn’t caught my attention.

He hadn’t done one thing wrong, hadn’t stepped out of line, not a damn thing. But guiding him at the wheel, then holding him to warm him up, smelling him, that creamy fresh musk, like the smell of warmed macadamia nut cookies. Damn I had wanted to just eat him up, not even realizing how hard I was getting until he had to feel my cock digging into his ass.

And then to feel how hard he was, too, and that kiss. It had been hesitant only for a moment before coming at me as hard and passionately as any man could have wanted. I wanted to take him right there… until I saw someone ... Jim coming… It was too soon to burden someone, particularly someone as wonderful as Cass with my emotional baggage. Jim would have told me that. I didn’t need Jim thinking I couldn’t control my urges.

When I pulled back Cass had looked at me wonderingly and said, “it's too soon.” Did he think that too? Of course, he did. He was a good kid. No, no not a kid, a man. A grown young man who from the looks of things was totally confident in who he was, or at least, who he was becoming, which was something damn special! And fuck but holding him had made me so damn hard.

The knock on the door sent me to my desk where I could sit and hide my hard-on.

“Come in!” I sort of hoped it was Cass, but nope, it was Miles Standish, the wealthy investor friend of Marty’s. Fit for a man in his fifties, handsome in a angular way, with salt and pepper hair cut in a military buzz cut, I didn’t know what to make of him. There was something very hard and keenly watchful about him that could be intimidating.

I started to rise but he gestured, “No, no, sit down Captain.”

Well ok, I relaxed back into my chair again and smiled. “What can I do for you, Sir?”

Standish took the seat across the desk much like a King taking his throne, and then crossed his legs, sitting back as if to settle comfortably at home.

“You have a very fine ship here Captain, and I have to say I am impressed not only with her upkeep, but your handling of her. Your crew seem capable enough, though they could show a bit more discipline I suppose. Still, this is not a military ship, so don’t mind that observation. I am told the chartering of her brings in a nice profit, which is remarkable considering the high level of maintenance most yachts this size have to deal with. I am an investment banker, financer, and while I never thought yacht charters a great money maker, I am considering in investing in a first-class charter yacht of my own, something bigger, larger, faster, and that yacht will need a captain.” He looked at me with this sentence and smiled. “You are, of course at the top of my list of Captains I would entertain for such a position.”

         “I am flattered.” I said, “but as long as Marty is willing to hire me, I will continue to sail his ship. Of course, the rest of the year I am not booked yet, having only recently decided to resign from lifeguarding at Rehoboth and instead do this kind of work full time.”

Standish regarded me with a head slightly cocked and then nodded, pursing his lips. “Nothing less than I would expect of a loyal friend to Marty, one with evident scruples and ethics, I might add… which… brings me to another not so pleasant subject.”

I raised my brows, but otherwise said nothing as I recognized a “shoe dropping” when it happened.

He leaned forward his elbows on his knees and touched his fingertips together in a steeple. I felt my spine tingle with premonition.

“I am afraid one of your passengers is causing problems. When Lawrence and I came aboard, I sensed that your passenger, Cass Alexander had an eye out for the main chance, he and his Hispanic partner, Alejandro Lamas felt, well if you’ll pardon me saying this, I’ve been around grifters and con men a long time, and I can smell them out a mile away. This Alejandro has slipped the leash if any that Cass had on him and is already making time with my good friend Will Lawton, who as you know divorced and is, like a lot of such men when that happens, unusually vulnerable. Cass doesn’t seem to mind this over much. In fact, I would say he almost seems happy about it. But now my own, my Lawrence seems to be the target of this Cass. Just this morning I was looking for Lawrence, who was not in our bed when I woke up, or anywhere on the ship. I became concerned he might have gone overboard, but wanted to be sure, so I was searching for the cabins… I knocked on Cass’s room among others and he opened the door, naked, with a very apparent erection.

He said Lawrence was in his bathroom. Well, you can imagine what I thought. Larry and I are in a closed relationship. But to safeguard Larry incase anything happened to me, I have made sure my husband is well taken care of. He is a millionaire in his own right and even if my relations were to contest my will, he would still make out very well, indeed. Larry likes to let people know he is not a beggar, though I tell him not to boast. But Cass knows, and is clearly trying to weasel his way in.

I tried to talk with Cass and get him to see I don’t want my husband taken advantage of. I mean let's face it, Cass is a stunning looking young man. Cass blew me off. Basically, told me to go fuck myself.”

“I see.” I said when it seemed Standish had run down. “But what do you want me to do about it?”

Standish looked at me, clearly smarting from whatever Cass had said to him. I wondered what it was. “I don’t suppose we can just kick him off. I do have a plan." Standish said. "My husband is very vulnerable right now and is in need of a way to vent his feelings. I have tried to keep up with his needs, but let's face it, I am not that young anymore. Forgive me for saying this, but I am desperate. I don’t want to lose Larry. But I can see he is particularly attracted to you. I know you rebuffed him once already. But could you, I know this asking a lot, but could you reconsider?”

I looked at Standish in surprise. Whatever I had expected it wasn’t that. “Reconsider what exactly? You want me to have sex with your husband?”

“And one thing more. You see I trust you. You’re a married man, albeit you're getting divorced. I know you wouldn’t try to take Lawrence away from me. I just need for you to distract him, maybe become a little possessive of him, particularly in front of that snake, Cass.”

I stared at him. “Ok, let me get this very straight. You want me to get between Cass and your Husband by distracting your husband Lawrence even if it means… what? Fucking? and I am to do this while also letting Cass know to keep his hands off your husband?”

“Yes, and also to try to persuade Marty that Cass and Alejandro are up to no good and should be … eased off this ship for the good of everybody. The broken relationships, the drama, we don’t need all of that.”

Holy crap! I was having trouble believing this. I finally asked, “Assuming I would do this for anyone, which is doubtful, why, why should I do this for you? I mean, really, what exactly do you think Cass would do? I have not witnessed anything suspicious about him at all.”

Standish gave me a pitying look. “As I said, I’ve dealt with cons like those two before.” For some reason that made me think of that con man Dean who had weaseled his way into Dan’s bed months ago, starting the whole mess that resulted in Dan and my divorce. Was there something to this as Standish described it? My cabin visitor sighed and started to rise. “Well, I can’t say I had much confidence you would agree, but it's too bad. When I think of the money could make as my yacht Captain, when Marty didn’t need you of course…”