Going With The Winds

Chapter Nine

Cass

Despite most of us taking Dramamine, there were a few slightly green faces in the salon area as lunch was slowly served by the crew. I tried not to look at them. My own stomach never seemed to be bothered by motion sickness, but I could be affected by seeing other people get sick. I didn’t need that.

The main deck Salon was a good place to be, with the stern opening to the cock pit closed to the cold autumn air. A small inset propane fireplace warmed the front of the space. The salon, with its large dura glass windows giving views of the sea around us was very well appointed in an understated but luxurious way. Jim, the very solid and competent first mate, had ordered lunch served an hour late to allow us to get further up the Delaware bay and onto calmer seas.

We all gathered around the long salon tables with their drink holders. The tables gimbled, so they maintained a relatively horizontal plane, even if the ship was healing far over under sail. The tables were polished teak, with cream off white leather cushions on all the furniture, most of the space covered in handsome men, both crew and passengers.

Jud, the junior crewman, was dressed for being out of the wind, wearing a blue crew jacket unzipped in front to display his washboard abs. Below that he only wore skin hugging grey knit under shorts that were very revealing and several eyes were looking at what he had both fore and aft. Yup, another, very well-endowed young male. With his wavy brown hair and hazel eyes, he was just as gorgeous as the other crew, a male model on display. “Can I git yawl anything else?” Jud asked in a deep southern drawl.

I looked at the food, a plate of sandwiches, a bowl of raw veggies, carrots, celery, cucumber and dip, hot mugs of apple cyder and for those who didn’t care about calories, cheesecake with some raspberry syrup drizzled over the top. Yum. There were also mugs of chicken soup rather than bowls, as I could see mugs worked better for fitting in the table sockets for drinks and mugs.

No one could think of a thing to ask, so Jud just grabbed a bowl of soup and a sandwich and sat down at one end. David Lamb, the other crewman was pouring some apple cyder for the older man, Clarence, who smiled sweetly up at the young man.

Clarences’s young partner, Kent’s affected upper crusty drawl cut in on the moment. “I can’t say I am feeling particularly hungry. The Dramamine has yet to fully kick in, I think. Perhaps a bit later,” Kent sprawled on a cushioned bench off to one side of the Port side table.

“Of course, Darling. I’ll bring you something in a bit, if you like, dear,” his older husband, Clarence offered.

“No need, love. I am sure Kieth can do that. He’s promised to give me a massage after lunch,” Kent said.

“A massage, dear?” Clarence asked, surprised. “That sounds wonderful.”

“Yes, love. The senior crewman. He is a professional masseur, isn’t that right, Martin?” Kent said, turning look at our host, the owner of this beautiful ship, who sat at the end of the Port side table.

Martin nodded. “Yup, Kieth is a first-rate masseur. He gets paid extra for that service, so be sure to make use of his services. He is off deck duty from half afternoon to four, and that’s the time to get an appointment with him.

As if over hearing, Kieth appeared from below, wearing a white cotton short, no shirt but with a white towel over one shoulder.
“I am ready for you, now, sir, if you like,” he called to Kent.

Kent reached out a hand and Kieth went to him, helping the blond up. Their bodies met and I saw Kent’s hand come around to squeeze Kieth’s ass.

“I am sorry to hear your not feeling well.” Kieth said, smirking a bit, as Kent pulled them together.

“I am sure you’ll make me feel better.” Kent said, all but kissing Kieth. Eyes glanced toward Clarence, but the fifty-nine-year-old with his thick glasses seemed completely oblivious to the definite sexual heat between his partner and the senior crewman.

Instead, Clarence waved a shooing hand. “What a great idea. A good massage should distract you from your distress dear, and by the time your done, the Dramamine should have taken full effect. A nice deep tissue massage does sound wonderful.”

“Oh I am sure Kieth is good at giving a very deep massage.” Kent said, openly slipping a hand between himself and Kieth to grope the beach boy blond crewman’s hugely bulging crotch.

“I am.” Kieth took Kent’s hand and led him away, but I could already see from the distended curves at the front of their shorts, that they had more than just massage in mind.

Clarence watched them go with a benevolent smile. “Its so good to see Kent getting along. He can be a teensy bit testy at times, particularly when his stomach is upset. He’s a very sensitive young man.”

I looked around and had to take a sip of the chicken soup if only to hide the rolling my eyeballs wanted so badly to do.

“Mmm, nice thick soup, full of chicken rice, some other stuff, sprouts, carrots, broccoli, and do I taste a hint of curry? Really good.” Rion Granger said, and though the soup was, indeed delicious, I suspected the handsome husband of our host, was just trying to change the subject. The chatter of male voices rose in the room.

I was seated well down the starboard table from the owner with Alejandro on my left and the older passenger, whose name was Will something or other on my right. He turned to me as he passed the bowl of sandwiches. “I can see the motion of the sea doesn’t bother you.”

“Not a bit. Lucky that way.” I said. “I spent a lot of time with my uncle and Aunt at their marina growing up. I never spent any time in the ocean, so I am not used to the ocean roll, but it doesn’t seem to bother me.”

“Well, your fortunate. I myself need Dramamine and the patch. With it, I am pretty good too, but I definitely can’t do without it.”

“I am with you in that, Sir.” Alejandro said from my left.

“Oh, don’t call me Sir. You make me sound old. Call me Will.”

“I heard your name before, when you were with the Captain and Cass and I were …” Alejandro stopped, blushing.

“Kissing and cuddling very attractively?” Will Lawton teased with a wink. “How long have you two been together?” He asked us.

Alejandro flashed the older man a smile, the sort of charming smile that told me he found Will Lawton attractive and sexy.

“Oh, Cass and I were roommates for a year two years ago. We haven’t seen each other for a year so I was surprised when he asked me to join him for this cruise.”

“Only roommates?” Lawton teased.

“Definitely not only.” I chuckled and Alejandro blushed. “Alejandro transferred to a college with a prelaw program, and we’ve had to maintain what we could long distance.”

“Prelaw?” Lawton said, his brows lifting, and then I remembered.

“Oh, wait. Aren’t you a lawyer?” My voice must have carried because Martin answered from where he sat. “William Lawton is the senior partner at Lawton, Trent and Miles, Law firm in Philadelphia. One of the most prestigious firms in the United States, young man.”

“Senior partner? You look so young.” Alejandro blurted.

Will Lawton laughed, clearly delighted. “It’s a relatively young firm, but thankyou.”

Ok, the magnetism between my supposed boyfriend Alejandro and Will Lawton snapped into place like a live wire across me. I got up.

“I need to use the head. I’ll be back, but Al, go ahead and scooch into my place. I am sure you and Mr. Lawton have tons to talk about.” I winked at my friend and Alejandro gave me a sheepish grin, without response. I could tell he was excited to be making such an unexpected connection.

I actually did need to use the head, but it wasn’t urgent at all. Still, so as not to embarrass Alejandro, I headed below to the cabins, walking forward to the cabin I shared with Alejandro, and the head that was attached to it.

Walking the slanted deck below was interesting. I heard some moaning. As I passed the stateroom for Clarence and Kent, I looked in. Despite the slant of the ship's heal, the massage was going well. Maybe just a bit too well? The door to that cabin was wide open as if they didn’t care if Clarence saw what kind of massage his husband was getting. Kent lay on his back, his head up on the windward side, his legs over Keith’s broad shoulders as the beach boy blond hunk fucked him to rhythmic grunts and Kent’s moans of delirious rapture. “Aww fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck fuck…” Kent’s voice filled the corridor.

Keith caught my passage, looking up as he fucked, not missing a beat, his handsome face grinning, open mouthed, nostrils flaring as he thrust, hammering home. What a sexy beast!

I had to admit I was getting hard. I tore my gaze away but not before he blew me a kiss, eyebrows lifting as if to ask if I wanted to be next. I moved on quickly.

I had to wait a moment in the head before my cock would go down enough to let me piss.

When I returned to the salon, I went by way of the cockpit out into the bracing wind. I glanced up as Captain Jake joined me.

He wore a thick jacket, those tight jeans of his and deck shoes. He opened the door to the salon for me and we went in.

I glanced forward to see Alejandro and Will Lawton leaning close together, engaged, no doubt int talk of Alejandro’s law education.

Jake’s quiet bass baritone softly vibrated in my ear. “I thought you’d be eating lunch with your man?”

“I was but I had to use the head. Alejandro is busy talking law degree stuff with Mr. Lawton. Apparently Will Lawton is a high-powered lawyer.”

“Oh yeah, he is at that. An extremely wealthy one, I understand.” Jake paused, “Well you could join me for lunch. I am starving.”

“Be honored, Captain.” I offered Jake a smile and he smiled tentatively back. It was the sort of smile on that ruggedly beautiful face that suggested he was still guarded around me. The thought went fleetingly through my mind that maybe I shouldn’t have wheedled getting aboard through my father.

Jake took a seat at the starboard table, and I slid in beside him.

The plate of sandwiches was passed to us, and I took one, realizing I was still hungry. Sitting with us was the couple I had not really met yet.

“Captain, good you could join us. Everything going well?”

“Great.” Jake said, to the man who had asked. “We should be up to the canal before late afternoon, through it before dark. I intend to anchor for the night at a place called Still Pond, just beyond the mouth of the Sassafras River for the night. We’ll then have an easy sail down to Annapolis the following day.”

“Sounds good.” The man looked at me. “I haven’t met you yet.”

“Oh, sorry, I hadn’t realized,” Jake said. “Miles, this is Cass Alexander. Cass, Miles Standish, and his handsome husband is Lawrence Patten.”

Miles Standish was an older man with salt and pepper hair, close cropped to his angular handsome head. His partner was much younger but still older than me or Jake. A beautiful black-haired man, there was a sensuality to him that suggested a great deal of passion kept barely under control. His black eyes were firmly on Jake across the narrow table. Within moments it was clear Lawrence Patten might be married to his older husband, who was nothing to sneeze at, but by the looks of those sensual parted lips, he was in total lust for Jake.

“What do you do for a living, if I might ask?” I asked, addressing myself to the older of the two.

Miles Standish gave me a slight smile. “I invest.”

“And you?” I asked the younger man and Lawrence Patten’s eyes shifted to me. Before he could answer his partner, Miles, said, “Lawrence is my private assistant and advisor, as well as being my husband and partner.” Mile’s arm went around his partner’s shoulders pulling him in almost roughly. The possessive move was not at all subtle. Ok, hands off there, I thought, not that I was even tempted. Lawrence was a gorgeous beauty, but I was fine with the companionship of Alejandro, who was more than enough for me right now. I was too young to settle down, anyway.

The four of us ate and drank mostly in silence overhearing snatches of conversation down the table from us.

The captain turned to me, finally, and said, “I understand you want some ship handling experience. When we get on the Chesapeake, tomorrow, I’ll put you to work with the crew handling the sails, and give you a turn at the wheel, and we’ll see if we can work you into the shift schedule, if your ok with that.”

“Absolutely. Thank you.”

Jake gave me a sidelong glance. “Thank your boyfriend, if he ends up ok with you busy doing ship work when you could snuggle with him.”

“Oh, he won’t mind.” I said, confidently. One thing Alejandro and I had already discussed many times. We were friends with benefits. We loved each other as friends, but being in love? Nooooo. I almost said to Jake that I was sure Alejandro would find someone to snuggle with but bit my lower lip to keep from saying something stupid.

There was an awkward pause, but then Jake seemed to make up his mind and he leaned toward me to speak in my ear in a low tone. “Just one thing to be clear about Cass. If you have any other intentions other than experience for your captain’s license, best put them out of your mind. I don’t play favorites. I’ll treat you as I will any member of the crew, no more, no less.”

Well fuck! Where the fuck did he get off? Such a dick head. I froze, gawping at him like a fish I am sure. I wanted to bite back at him, but did what I usually did, and counted to ten, slowly.

Finally, I gave him a very hard look and said very quietly. “I can assure you, my intentions have ONLY to do with gaining seamanship experience…. Sir. I would not be aboard here at all but for that. I made use of the knowledge you were taking command here, since we had been introduced, after all, and that I thought my dad might know Martin. He did. That’s it… Sir.”

Jake’s dark brows rose up a notch at my almost whispered, but quite icy tone.

“Cass…” He started but I raised my voice and rode over him, talking to the “investor”, Miles Standish. Jake could go fuck himself.

“So, what do you invest in, may I ask?”

Mile’s eyes flicked back and forth between me and Jake, but he answered, “Pretty much anything with good prospects. Right now, two of the many space development companies look very promising…”

Well, that was interesting enough, on its own, that I was able to keep drawing Miles Standish out about his investments with part of my mind, while the other part simmered and fought to calm itself. I was disappointed in Jake. I’d not gotten the impression that he was so into himself that he thought everyone was trying to snare him. I mean, they most likely were, but I didn’t think he had a swelled head about it. Man, had I been wrong. Well, I was damned if I would overreact, either. Pfft!

Jake

Oh boy, talk about a live wire. I felt as if I had stuck my finger in an open socket. This platinum beauty beside me was pissed! At me! And I deserved it. He wasn’t going to give me an opening to repair the damage, either. He engaged Miles in a master’s degree study in how to draw and otherwise taciturn man out of his shell. Cass was smooth, smiling, charming, his focus all on Miles Standish, and the usually sarcastic, quietly stern banker I had known from last year’s cruise, was soon smiling back, talking openly about his investment strategies and offering to help Cass manage his money… for a fee of course.

Well, there was nothing for it. Hopefully, Cass would calm down and forgive me… one of these days. In the meantime, I had offended plenty of crewmen before. He wanted to be crew; he could handle it. At least we knew where we stood. He’d have to deal with me as his Captain, not whatever other way he might have thought. And there was that suspicion I had that this was personal. Well, I could see now I had been sniffing up the wrong mast. According to Cass, he’d merely been pulling strings to get aboard a yacht like this and begin learning for his Captain's license. It had nothing to do with me. And, fuck, even if it had, what the fuck was my problem? Well, ok then.

I could respect that.

Still, something inside of me seemed to fall to the floor, like an internal thud. I’d messed up, somehow, and I suspected I’d live to regret it.

I resolved to be more openly trusting of people’s intentions, and not let my grief over losing Dan screw my bitterness and newfound skeptic’s perspective of people’s motivations have its way with me.

I turned and offered Lawrence Patten a smile and found the handsome Italian looking hunk smiling back at me.

“Annapolis, you mentioned that, Captain. Isn’t that where the Naval Academy is?” he asked.

“That’s right. It's also a very well protected harbor, and this time of year there should be plenty of dock space. We can lay up there until hurricane Lance blows over.”

“Well, I know you will take good care of us.” Lawrence said quietly, his voice a soothing tenor.

“I will certainly do my best.” I agreed. Looking back at those dark eyes I felt my cock twitch. There was something very seductive about Lawrence Patten and I found my eyes dropping down his chiseled features to his lips and then his neck.

“You know, Captain, I have always wanted to know more of the sea, too. Perhaps you could give me a tour of the ship, if you're free.” His eyes shifted to where his partner and Cass were in animated discussion about Cass’s father’s island Resort.

“Sure, I’d be glad to.” I said.

Lawrence turned and told his partner I was going to give him a tour. Miles Standish hardly seemed to listen giving a gesture of assent as he listened to Cass talking about what his dad was doing.

I got up and moved out from behind the table. “Let's go forward and work our way aft,” I told the handsome hunk.

“That sounds perfect.” Lawrence replied in a soft tone that was definitely suggestive.

I put a hand to his back to guide him and we moved around the others, heading forward to the companionway leading below. Lawrence had a faint manly musk mixed with a hint of scent that made me want to bury my nose in his olive complexioned neck. He wore a v necked collarless knit green shirt that showed off a very nice, tapered torso build, and tight tan shorts that hugged his firm jutting ass cheeks.

I knew I was being drawn into danger, but for some reason, didn’t particularly care. Down in the passenger corridor that went along the starboard side, I guided him forward with a hand to his back. Not far along we came to an open cabin door and the sounds of sex.

Lawrence glanced in and then backed up against me. “Mmm, we better turn around.” He whispered, turning in my arms. “A very intense massage.” He grinned, slyly.

“Oh fuck, Kieth.” I said swearing even as Lawrence’s closeness made me swell in my jeans.

“I will join you if you like.” Lawrence breathed.

It took me a moment to realize he meant he would join me in fucking Keith. “I I didn’t…” I began, but Lawrences lips were on mine, drawing me into an incredibly sexy kiss.

“Maybe we should work aft… in your cabin, Captain.” Lawrence whispered moving his kisses to my ear.

“Your…. Mmmm your husband.” I husked. I was feeling so damn horny. Thie sexy stud was driving me wild.

“He doesn’t have to know.” Lawrence began. “It's just a tour.”

“Right.” I said, and his lips covered mine again, making my thoughts scatter.

We walked together, slowly, working our way back past the engine room, and up to my cabin. By then my shirt was off, as was his, and it only took a moment to peel off the rest.

“Ummm this is the chart…table…” I said, struggling inanely to continue the tour. But his mouth was at my cock licking the length teasingly as I stood there braced against the cabin bulkhead. Fuck this guy was sexy.

I pulled him up as I felt my long pent up cum churning in my balls. We kissed hungrily as I bore him back onto my bunk. The heal of the ship meant we couldn’t lie along its length, but I did press him back across the bunk pressing myself onto him for more hot kissing, our hard cocks jostling and rubbing together, the sexy friction taking me right to the edge.

“So, this is the captain’s bed?” He asked on his back, as if continuing the tour.

“Fuck yes.” I growled.

“Have we worked far enough aft?” He said, leering sexily up at me.

“Not yet. Don’t move.” I leaned back and around to the drawer where I kept my condoms and lube. Then I went and locked the door.

Coming back to him, I ripped open the condom package, rolled it onto my iron hard cock. Lawrence lay there watching me with hot eyes. I smiled back as he took the jar of lube from me.

He was about to slather it on when I heard Jim’s voice through the hatch to the helm station.

“Hey Skip!”

I froze but then went to the door to the helm station and pulled it open, peeking out.

Jim’s eyes met mine, flicking past me to where Lawrence still lay on his back, his sexy cock spearing the air.

“Miles is looking for you. Said you were giving his man a tour?”

“Shit, thanks Jim.”

“Don’t mention it.”

I closed the door and Lawrence and I both jumped to our clothes, staggering around as we jammed on our clothes. I sent Lawrence out the door to the helm station where he could return to the salon that way, even if it froze his tush off.

I unlocked the door to the steps leading up from below, and returned to my desk, grabbing a compass and retractor to use on the chart of the day… just as I heard Miles calling for Lawrence. I was happy as hell that the ship lay out allowed for two ways to this cabin, one from below decks, and one from the helm deck immediately forward of my quarters.

A moment later Miles climbed up far enough to poke his head above the floor of my cabin. “Oh, Captain, I thought Lawrence was with you.”

“We finished his tour, and he headed forward on deck to look for you.” I replied.

“Ah. Ok. Fine. I can see your busy.” Miles Standish glanced around, ducked back down again.

Sitting there, nursing a rock-hard cock in my jeans, all I could do was shake my head and wonder at myself. “Damn but a hard cock can turn a man into a drooling idiot.”

It took me a moment to realize I had said that last bit out loud.