Going With The Winds

Chapter 16

JAKE

Well, this was a fine state of affairs. No sooner did we leave the Cockeral, then our oldest passenger, Clarence said he just wanted to go back to the ship and settle down with an audio book, but not before making it clear he wanted Jud, of all people to chaperone his husband. “You two are such good friends, I know you’ll keep those horny naval boys from taking advantage of my Kent,” Clarence told Jud, giving the sexy crewman a fatherly smooch to his lips. "And I can trust Captain Jake to keep an eye on you and make sure you get back to the ship, safe, love."

It was a conspiracy! Chaperone, hell! Was I supposed to keep an eye on those two sluts? Good grief!

A moment later Martin was saying he really didn’t feel like dancing, and Miles was suggesting tonight would be a good night to discuss with Martin some investment ideas he had for Martin’s portfolio. The two men agreed to assign their husbands, Rion and Lawrence to keep an eye on each other. Oh great! Didn’t Martin have a clue what kind of temptation he was putting in his husband’s way? I respected Martin, as my boss and as a friend, but damn he was being dense. As for Miles, fuck! I was certain Miles knew exactly what he was doing sicking his over sexed sexy husband on Rion. One glance at Cass who was giving me a wry look, and I knew he saw it too.

I was standing just close enough to hear Lawrence practically purr as he hooked an arm in Rion’s. “I’ll take good care of him.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, but fuck it, Rion was going to have to control and take care of himself.

Not that I was some sort of superior judge either, I thought, remembering the fucking I had almost given Lawrence, myself. If Jim hadn’t warned me…

At the last second, the lawyer, Will, decided to head back to the ship as well, and this made Jim decide he better go back too, if only to keep an eye on things.

That left me with Jim’s ever horny Kieth, Lev and David, who seemed to have become a couple of sorts, Rion and Lawrence, and of course Aljandro and Cass.

For a moment I wondered if Kieth wouldn’t help out. Deprived of his partner Jim, he snared Lawrence’s arm, heading down the street with him, chatting about massage techniques. It seems he had heard Lawrence was something of a masseur, himself.

Rion watched them go and then, stepping to me hooked an arm in mine. “Guess that leaves us old fogies,” he said.

I wasn’t even thirty yet, but I refrained from comment and merely smiled.

We took up the rear behind Cass and Alejandro, David and Lev.

The Mariner Bar was not very far away, and a four-block walk got us there, something of a relief from all the food and the under the table shenanigans.

We soon arrived at our destination. The bar was reasonably crowded for this being a weeknight. I wondered if people weren't out to get some final partying in before the big storm.

Men stood around in clusters. I caught sight of the usual navy crowd, all of them sporting buzz cuts, a large percentage, probably cadets to judge from their age. Rion and I followed the others past hungry, gaging glances and men to the bar where a couple of bartenders in white thongs mixed drinks.

Here and there some men were embracing, a few kissing. I felt my balls churn at the sight. Something about seeing good looking men kissing always stirred me.

Alejandro wasted no time in dragging Cass Alexander out onto the dance floor and they were soon writhing, bumping and grinding to some Latin tunes. I heard the music switch to some Ricky Martin and grinned at the sexy skills of Cass as he moved about the floor against Alejandro. They made a very eye-catching sight, and men were looking. Oh yeah, they were looking.

“Well, shit! ... Jake?”

I turned around and had to smile as an old Navy Seal buddy walked up to me and pulled me in for a muscular tight hug.

“Matty, you hot dog, how are you?”

Matt Driver was a very senior Chief, though he didn’t have his uniform on. Though officers and enlisted weren’t supposed to fraternize, we’d ended up as off and on fuck buddies whenever the missions or assignments allowed. He looked as sexy as ever, though his eyes sported fine crow’s feet, and the craggy handsome features looked just a bit craggier.

“Couldn’t be better. Have an instructor job training cadets these days.” His brown eyes swept me from head to toe, snagging on my crotch. “Jake, woh, stud, Sir, but you are looking good enough to eat.” He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue snaking in to wrestle with mine and I felt my cock respond against the bulge of his jeans.

“No Sir’s needed between us, Matty,” I told him, warmly. “I’ve been out a while now.”

“You’ll always be my pilot, Lt. Commander.” He told me just as warmly. His eyes flicked around the room. “One of these yours? Last I heard you were married.”

“Naw. I am captaining a cruise like I usually do this time of year. My husband, who, I am on the outs with, is back in Rehoboth. Were divorcing.”

“Aww, man I am sorry to hear that.” He glanced at the ring on my hand and the thought hit me. Why was I still wearing that if I was divorcing Dan?

“My own mate is working. He’s the bartender with the blond hair. His name is Card. Love him to death,” Matty said.

I glanced over at the blond bartender, who was leaning in to exchange a kiss with a beefy admirer.

“he’s beautiful.”

“He’s a fuckin flirt, but I am ok with that, so long as he knows where his home is.” Matty grinned, then looked over my shoulder. “Hey the stud you walked in with is dancing with some gorgeous hunk. Hope I didn’t wreck your evening,” Matty laughed.

I turned to see Rion being led out onto the dance floor as the music changed to a slow ballad.

Uh oh. It was Lawrence pulling Martin’s husband into a close clinch.

“Nah, but I am keeping and eye on that. The guy I walked in with, his partner is my boss, the yacht owner, and they have a closed relationship.”

Even I said that Lawrence laughed and leaned in to engaged Rion in a kiss that quickly developed into a prolonged bout of tongue tangling kissing. Rion broke the kiss after about ten seconds, looking flushed, but with his and Lawrence’s bodies pressing harder together, if anything, the struggle Rion was having behaving himself, was on full display. I could see him speaking, and figured he was trying to tell Lawrence they shouldn’t do that. Lawrence looked unconvincingly sheepish.

“I’ll do you a favor. Introduce me to them, and I’ll take your man Rion for a spin. He’s hot.” Matty suggested. I shot Matty a look and he laughed, saying, “Don’t worry, I won’t distract him that much. But it will do my boy good to see me dancing with someone else, and you can peel that hotty off him.”

“I will owe you Matty.”

"No, you won't. I will never forget how you got our whole squad out of that Jam in the gulf, Sir. Never. I owe you.... for life." He gave me a very serious look and I just swallowed, taking in the sincerity. I knew better than to say something pompous like, "It had been my job." I knew that wouldn't matter to Matty.

Bringing Matt over with me, I moved in on Rion and Lawrence, talking loudly over the music, “I have someone I’d like you to meet. Rion, this is Matt Driver, navy seal buddy of mine. Matty, this is Rion and Lawrence. Rion is partners to my boss, who owns the yacht I am skippering, and Lawrence’s partner is back on the ship talking business to Rion’s partner, so here we are with two husbands of other men out on the town and in danger because they are both too hot.” We all laughed.

The two men shook, Lawrence’s eyes widening. I caught his gaze and I quickly said, “Come on Lawrence, dance with me...”

It was more of a command than a question, and Lawrence came along without fuss as I pulled him into a dance. I could feel his erection filled skintight pants pressing me, and he soon added a subtle grind to the slow dance, his lips teasing mine.

“How am I supposed to chaperone Rion with you distracting me AND feeding hot men to him, Captain?” Lawrence grinned, his hands roving on my back.

“I have no idea.” I snorted. “Just tell me where chaperoning and seducing end and begin, Mister” I said to him with a fake scowl. I was trying to keep it light. My own hands on his back yearned to drop to his ass, but I refrained, even as the big rocket shaped wedge in his pants rolled and rubbed my own hardening cock through the thin fabric between us.

Lawrence laughed softly and nuzzled my neck, sending an electric charge of pleasure straight to my crotch.

I glanced back and saw Rion and Matt slow dancing, but a lot less romantically than Lawrence was doing to me. They were talking, mostly, and I decided Rion was in good hands. Matty wasn’t the sort to dis-respect anyone’s marriage. He knew where the boundaries were.

Lev and David were nowhere to be seen, but I remembered there were two lounges and a lounge bar in the back. Cass, always easy to pick out with his platinum hair, and Alejandro writhed together, but somehow made their dance seem less sexual, and more about sharing hot dance moves than anything.

Still, I found myself wanting to go claim Cass. Lawrence was sweet, but though I suspected he was fantastic in bed, there was something missing. I found myself wanting to help him find whatever that was, but had to tell myself, sternly, that that wasn’t my job. In a way Lawrence reminded me of Dan. There was something enchanting about him, but maybe the thing that was so charming was really just a void pretending to be a mystery. Maybe he had more of a core to his character then was apparent, but then, maybe not if he could let himself be used as a play toy to lend out by Miles. That didn’t seem to keep me from enjoying the way he was rubbing himself against me, or his lips on my ear, or the way his hands roved my back. On the other hand, it wasn’t hard to remind myself that I was just distracting him from following through with his husband’s schemes, either.

But then Lawrence turned in my arms and his firm, jutting, sexy as hell, ass pressed back against my achingly hard throbbing cock, his cheeks encouraging my rod to ride up and down that crack as we moved to the music. Oh fuck!

I was forcibly reminded I hadn’t cum in days, and for a guy who liked to cum with Dan at least twice a day if not more, the discipline to keep from creaming my snug stretch slacks was taking up more and more of my mind.

Lawrence turned in my arms and slammed his mouth into mine, kissing me so passionately I had to lean back to breath.

That’s when Rion stepped back into us, snaring Lawrence for himself. “Mind if I cut in?” He asked with a grin and a wink.

“Uh, no, of course not.” I said, even as my old seal friend, Matty snared my arm in his and hooked me away to dance with him.

His lips were at my ear. “Rion thought you needed saving. He didn’t think you wanted to get in trouble with Lawrence’s mate, and that kid looked ready to rape you.”

 I rubbed my cheek against his as I answered, “He is tempting.”

“So I see.” Matty said, and his hand found my hard-on and squeezed. “You feel ready to cum.”

“Close,” I laughed and Matty kissed me, long and hard.

“How bout if I rape you.” Matty growled.

“Uh, well, mmmm, ok, but umm what about Card."

Matty laughed. "Oh hell Card will come hurrying home to hop on. You won't mind will ya, sexy?"

I really couldn't say i would. The young bartender was fucking gorgeous.

Minutes later we were on the street, getting into Matty’s BMW to Matty’s home. Matty reached over, petting my raging hard through my stretchy pants as he drove, driving me crazy.

We were two old friends, both of us lonely, well him, not so much since he had Card, but certainly I was, and in need of some tender loving attention. I promised myself I would get back early tomorrow. I had to make a decision whether to weather the approaching hurricane on this side of the Chesapeake or the other. I was pretty sure this side where we were, would be the best. The pier had a concrete base, and pilings tall enough to be sure an extreme tidal surge didn’t lift us out of our dockage. We just had to batten down the hatches, make sure everything was doubly secured, and hopefully, we would be fine.

At Matty’s place, a suburban ranch style house, we kissed madly as he fumbled open the door, fending off the golden retriever he had waiting who acted like he wanted to get in on the forth coming action, as clothes went flying. Matty, put the dog out in the fenced in yard and came to me, all lean muscular bear, and we melted together, hard cocks fencing and throbbing together, lips tangling feverishly. I spared a thought for Cass, feeling guilty that I had left him to watch over Rion. I certainly wouldn’t hold him responsible for Rion. Rion was a big boy, right?

RION

 Oh fuck, what a handful! For a guy who claimed he wasn’t trying to get into my pants, this beautiful young stud, with eyes like pools of chocolate framed by long lashes, muscular, smoothly sleek and utterly sexy, was doing a fine job of convincing me otherwise.

Jake’s friend Matty was a hot man, but even as we danced, I could tell his mind was on our utterly sexy Captain Jake. I mean who wouldn’t be distracted by Jake? I was. I’d even admitted to Marty, that if Jake ever pulled me into his bed, I’d have a hard time resisting.

But then Martin, God love him, had admitted the same thing, and we’d both agreed that if that ever happened, we’d understand and forgive.

But Lawrence, fuck! I was supposed to be trying to chaperone him, right? And Jake, I know Martin did not want Jake to get on the bad side of Miles. Personally, I wasn’t all that worried about Lawrence cheating on Miles. Miles was a sneaky bastard. I didn’t trust him. But Marty didn’t seem to see that, and he still trusted Miles with his portfolio. To be honest, I didn't much like Miles at all. If Lawrence cheated on him, well maybe I thought Miles deserved it. On the other hand, I did NOT want to be the reason Miles and my man Mary parted business ways. Or did I care? It was hard to say, and fuck but this boy made me hard.

“Lawrence, honey, what are you going to do with that? You're so hard,” I said, as we moved on the floor. My hand was holding his throbbing cock through his skintight jeans, and I felt it pulse in my hand.

“What would you like to do with it?” he husked in my ear.

“Hey, I am supposed to be keeping you out of trouble, not helping you get into it.” I told him, nibbling on his ear lobe. He smelled so delicious.

Lawrence moved his head and his lips brushed mine, not for the first time this evening. His pelvis rocked and the stiff throbbing projection across his jeans, fucked my groping hand.

Did he know how sexy he was? Did he understand at all how hot it was to hold a young studly man like Lawrence in my arms like this? I was almost, mostly, ok, well, pretty sure my husband wouldn’t mind too much even if he were here watching us, so long as I didn’t look like I was letting things get out of control.

Lawrence’s mouth brushed mine, his lips open and his tongue flicked out to touch mine.

My cock jumped in my jeans, almost hurting, it was so hard.

That did it. We were kissing, his tongue wrestling mine into submission.

Ok, Marty didn’t mind some of the prolonged social kissing we sometimes ran into with some of our gay male friends, but this was making out. There was a rhythm to the way our tongues rolled together, the way his lips pulled on my lower lip, then mine on his, that went with the constant rubbing grind of our bulges between us, and the hunching of our flanks. His hands moved down to cup my ass, and I responded, knowing I was drifting further over the edge of the boundaries I had with Marty. His ass felt so firm, so muscular so round, and so inviting. When he turned and pressed his ass back against me I nearly came. I couldn’t help but reach around and squeeze his huge stiff bulge with both hands.

He turned quickly back, devouring me, growling how close he was and how badly he wanted me to fuck him.

“Larry, no, no, no,” I found myself moaning, even as my body ground in a repetitive yes.

I pulled back as our passion threatened the threadbare control we were failing to exert. But then, just in the nick of time, (damn it), a voice from heaven interrupted.

“Mind if I cut in. I’ve been wanting to dance with you all night.”
I turned to the face of an angel. It was Cass Alexander, looking utterly delicious, and somehow, safe. I saw concern in his eyes and read that he didn’t want to see me compromised in my marriage with Martin. It was all there in those gorgeous topaz eyes. I didn’t care that my erection was achingly apparent to him and yes, Cass glanced down and his eyes widened.

“Absolutely,” I said, and grabbing, Cass I swept him away and groaned in his ear. “Stay with me, and thank you.”

Cass giggled lightly, back and said, “No problem.”

I wanted to kiss him in gratitude, but hard as I was, decided I needed to cool down and just forget about kissing anyone for an hour or two.

Glancing back, I saw Larry melting into the sexy Alejandro’s embrace and felt a huge bout of relief as Alejandro’s Latin moves seemed to hustle Lawrence’s molten hot body into the packed floor of dancers and out of sight.

Phew!

Suddenly, all this aging male wanted to do was slip on home to the “Enchanter”, to the safety of my loving husband and snuggle up to him for the night. "Cass, would you mind walking me back to the ship?"

Cass smiled and laughed. "Sure. I've had enough. Let's go."

And I thought, 'God bless Cass'...