Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2003 16:16:38 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com> Subject: Sailor Boys - chapt 18 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! --- CHAPTER 18 --- "You Bastard!" One of them said as he punched the other. "Get off me!" The second person said as he kicked off the first person. I walked closer to them, as my blood began to race and realized it was Brandon and Miwaka who were fighting on deck. There were clung together again, hitting each other, and I was about to yell out, as Brandon leaned backwards and the two were suddenly overboard. --- "You guys, come on...somebody's fighting up there." Jeffy called out in the hallway. "What?" Thomas yelled. "It's a fight!" --- "ALL RIGHT! KNOCK IT OFF!" I yelled through the soft rain at the two wet boys bobbing in the water. The boys stopped and looked up, realizing their little dispute was now public knowledge. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing? Get your boney asses on this deck at once!" The tone of my voice left no doubt that I was pissed off at their unruly behavior. As I opened the railing, a flood of onlookers from below were at my backside. "Go back downstairs. There's nothing to see here. Go back to bed!" The boys hesitated. "I SAID GO BACK TO BED!" Instantly, the boys scrambled back downstairs, slamming the deck door behind them. As Brandon and Miwaka climbed on deck, their uniforms soaked, and the blood dripping from their cheeks, they lowered their heads. "Look at me, Damn it!" They slowly raised their heads. "You two are the oldest on my ship, and 'supposed' to be the most mature. Now tell me then...what the fuck are you two fighting about?" The rain continued to fall on us, and my skin was starting to chill, but I was not about to let them off without getting to the bottom of the dispute. "Well?" I yelled as I jabbed at both their chests. "He started it," Brandon said. "Oh bullshit." Miwaka grumbled. "Yes you did, you little Bastard child!" "All right, that's enough." I held my hands up in a 'policeman's stop.' "You two get downstairs, dry your sorry asses off, and report to my cabin. IMMEDIATELY!" The boys ran from me and I stood for a moment with my face to the sky, letting the cool rain cool my anger. I went down to the main room, where Jeffy was waiting for me with a dry towel in hand. "Thank you, Angel. Please stay here. I have to talk to Brandon and Miwaka alone. Can you stay here for me, please?" "Okay, Cappy." I returned to my cabin, and was beginning to undress as the knock on my door came. "Come in!" I hollered. "We're here, Captain." Brandon said as the two boys entered my cabin. "Have a seat. I have to finish drying off." The boys watched me as I dried myself, and selected a clean pair of shorts. "What you two did tonight was inexcusable. You went on deck without permission; you got totally soaked by the rain; who knows what the hell you two broke on my ship fucking around up there; started a fight which you KNOW I don't allow on my ship; and to top it off, you could have drowned falling overboard!" I stopped only long enough to catch my breath. I could feel the blood rushing to my ears and cheeks. "You two have forgotten that this is MY ship, not yours!" The cool rain had obviously failed to cool my anger, and as I glared at my two guilty parties, they once again hung their heads to the floor. "I said look at me!" They quickly snapped their heads back into attention. "A First Mate and an orphaned Ebeu should be GRATEFUL they're on The Mighty Miss. But, nooooo, you two have some petty macho bullshit to prove to each other, and think the only way you can do that is to beat each other to a bloody pulp!" I could feel my pulse quicken as the blood thumped my temples. I was about to speak again, when Brandon quickly said, "You don't understand, Captain." "Oh really, and just what is it that you think I don't understand, Mister?" "I don't trust him." Brandon answered. "He's been on this ship a week and already fucking my little brother! He doesn't care about Shaun or anyone else!" The tears began to form in Brandon's eyes, and I finally realized where the hostility was coming from. "You don't know what you're talking about, Brandon!" Miwaka glared at him. "Shaun came to me. I didn't force him to do anything. And..." Miwaka hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I love him." Brandon's face went from bitterness to shock in an instant, and then to rage. The idea of someone so much older than his little brother, sleeping with him, let alone "loving" him was too much for Brandon to take. "And he loves me, Brandon." Miwaka's words were like a match to a fuse, and Brandon swung around, throwing his hands against Miwaka's throat and began choking him. It all happened in a fraction of a second, and before I could even react, Miwaka had slid his hands through Brandon's arms, spread them from his neck, grabbed Brandon's wrists on the way up, and had Brandon twisted to the floor of my cabin. I stopped in my tracks, and looked at Brandon writhing on the floor, and Miwaka standing over him with fire and hatred in his eyes. "Okay, okay." I pulled Brandon from the floor and sat him in my chair, away from the bunk, and pointed to the bunk. "Sit down, Miwaka." Miwaka continued to stare at Brandon as he sat on the bunk. The shock of Miwaka's announcement, and being flipped to the floor, was still in Brandon and he began to shake slightly. "You boys have some serious issues to resolve here, and we're going to work through this all night if we have to. But, first, there's something we need to get clear. This isn't a wrestling ring. We talk this through or you two spend the rest of the voyage locked up in your cabins with NO visitors!" Both boys immediately turned their heads to me. Brandon knew this meant Andrew would be cut from his summer. Miwaka knew that Shaun would be cut from his summer. Their faces clearly indicated that neither boy wanted that. "That's right, my little fist-fighters, no visitors. So, IF you want to see your friends over the next 3 weeks, I suggest you take a deep breath and cool off. Because we're not leaving this cabin unless one of two things happens: You talk, or you accept Brig Time!" "I don't like it." Brandon started to say. "You're too old for him." He glared at Miwaka. "He loves me, so you don't have much to say about it." Miwaka's glare was just as icy. "Okay, I see where this is going, and obviously it's going to take more than just talking." I turned and opened the cabin door. "Jeffy? Come here, Matey!" Jeffy immediately ran to my cabin. "Get Shaun for me. Tell him I want to see him here, now." And Jeffy was off, following my instruction, as I once again closed the door. A moment later, Shaun was at my door. I opened it, letting him in, and sent Jeffy back to the main room. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" Shaun was visibly nervous, and seeing both his brother and his lover in a bloody mess only increased his nervousness. I saw Shaun staring at the bruises and bloody cheeks, and realized that I hadn't even started to get the boys cleaned up. I went to the head, and retrieved a wet washcloth for each of them. "Here, clean up!" I grumbled at the boys. "Well, Shaun?" I looked at Shaun. "It seems that these two are fighting over you." "Me?" Shaun asked, not understanding. "Yes, Sir. Seems your brother here loves you so much that he wants to protect you." Shaun looked at Brandon, who had begun to form tears in his eyes again. "And, Miwaka says that he loves you too." I said as I pointed at him. Shaun looked at Miwaka, who had lowered his head again, wiping the drying blood from his cheek. Shaun looked back at Brandon and softly, nervously he whispered, "He does love me. And,..." Shaun stopped. "It's okay, Shaun, you can say it," I said as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder for support. "I love him too, Bran. I really do." Shaun's eyes began to water. "How would you know you love him? You're only 12. What do you know about love? And he's 17! He's gonna dump you as soon as we get home, and you'll never see him again. Is that what you want?" Brandon's voice began to crack between the tears of love for his brother and the anger and distrust he felt for Miwaka. "I DO love him, Bran. I don't care about his age." Shaun's voice grew louder. The strength and confidence began to build. "He makes me feel special, Bran, and I know he won't be able to see me after we get home. We talked about it, and we're gonna write and stuff." "Write?" Brandon yelled. "Are you stupid? Where you gonna write to. The Bastard's homeless, Shauny!" Brandon was as good at fighting with words as he was at fighting with fists, and his sharp words stabbed Miwaka in the heart. "You're right, Brandon, I don't have a home now. You think you're so much better than me because you're First Mate on a summer trip, and you still have your parents and a little brother to look after. I don't have those things, so you're right. But that doesn't give you the right to tell me who I can love. It wasn't planned, you moron. Shaun and I just...well, we get along, Brandon...really well!" Miwaka had gone from anger to softness. He knew in his heart that Brandon was just being an overprotective brother, and he knew that Brandon's words weren't meant to be abusive. "I don't believe you!" Brandon spouted back. "You don't believe me, either, do you, Bran?" Shaun walked to his brother, placing his hand on his shoulder. "You don't trust me?" Brandon looked up at the boy that still appeared so little in his eyes, and he wrapped his arms around Shaun, pulling him down to him, hugging him to his chest tightly. "I love you, Shauny, and I will never let anyone hurt you." Brandon said through teary eyes. "I know, Bran. I love you too. I'm not hurt. Miwaka wouldn't hurt me, Bran. You have to trust me, and let me be with him." Shaun hesitated for a moment, hugged Brandon back and whispered, "He's not taking me away from you, Bran." The words struck me hard. Up to that moment, I had thought that it was Brandon's protection of Shaun that had caused the fight. I realized now that it was jealousy, and only Shaun had recognized it. I held my tongue and looked at Miwaka, who was still trying to clean the blood from his cheek and hadn't heard the final words. "Miwaka, let me speak to these two alone, please. Go back to your cabin, and I'll come say good night to you shortly." Miwaka looked up at me, slightly confused. Was he still in trouble? Would he be sent off The Mighty Miss? The questions raced through his mind. "It's okay now, Miwaka. I'll come see you in a bit. Go on now." Miwaka stepped from my cabin, looking at Shaun over his shoulder. Shaun turned his head to Miwaka, while still hugging his brother, and winked at Miwaka. A slight smile came to Miwaka's face and then he left the cabin, closing the door behind him. "Brandon?" I said as I sat on the desk next to the chair the boys were in. "It's never easy letting go of your first love." Brandon looked up at me, as though surprised, but the shocked look disappeared almost as quickly as it arrived, knowing that I now realized just how close the two boys were. "He'll have many loves in his life, Brandon." Brandon hugged Shaun tighter. "There will be guys that break his heart. But no matter what happens, Brandon," I said as I lifted his chin. "He will always be your brother. And THAT is something that NO one can take away." Brandon's eyes filled with tears and as they flowed down his face, I could tell that Shaun had begun to tear up as well. "I'm sorry that you're feeling hurt, Brandon." I continued. "I had no idea just how close you two are. If I had, I may have been able to avoid some of the pain. But it's too late for that now. All you can do is love Shaun, and trust him to make his own decisions, his own mistakes, and live his own life." Brandon looked up me, and with the tears still in his eyes, he softly asked, "How?" I started to chuckle. "Oh, Brandon, you're so sweet. You just have to let go. Be there to support Shaun, love him, give him advice, but then let go, and let whatever happens, happen." Brandon turned his eyes from me to his little brother. "I do love you, Shaun. We've always been there for each other. I'm gonna miss you." "Hey." I said, smiling at the boys. "He's not moving to Tanzania!" Shaun giggled and Brandon cracked a small smile. "That's better. Now, you need to get some rest, and tomorrow you'll apologize to Miwaka." "I will," Brandon said as he hugged Shaun again. "I'm sorry, Shauny. I didn't trust you, and I'm sorry." "It's cool, Bran." Shaun hugged him back. --- I sent Brandon to his cabin, and sent Shaun to the main room to sit with Jeffy. Before leaving the cabin, to check in on Miwaka, I pulled the manilla envelope that Jake had given me, from my desk drawer. I peered inside and then pulled out the white document. I stared at it for a moment as the tears began to fill my own eyes, and then I refolded the paper and slid it back inside. "Get ahold of yourself, Red! You need to be strong now." I said out loud as I tucked the envelope under my arm, and closed the drawer. I opened the door to Cabin E slowly, and as I entered the cabin, I saw Miwaka sitting on the bunk, head down, looking as though he were waiting for his death sentence. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. "You're sending me away, aren't you?" He said as he looked up at me, tears in his eyes. "I told you I was trouble. I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen to me." I began to put my hand up, but Miwaka continued, "Brandon's right. I have no family, I have no home, and I'm nothing. And now look how things have turned out." "Miwaka, listen to me," I stopped the boy, and pulled up his chin. As I looked into his dark eyes, I felt myself searching the boy's soul. I caught myself staring and snapped myself out of it. "I know that life hasn't exactly been easy on you lately. And well, maybe this isn't the best time to tell you this, but you're going to find out eventually, so now is as good a time as any." I set the envelope on the bunk next to us, wrapped my arm around his shoulders and squeezed him gently. "You're 17, Miwaka. In the Ebeu tribe, you've been a man for more than 3 years now. It's time that you start acting like a man." He looked at me strangely, trying desperately to understand what I was saying. "Miwaka..." I stopped. "Damn it! This isn't easy for me. I've been alone for a long time, and I don't know how to deal with stuff like this. I remember when my dad died. I was crushed! And I was a lot older than you are." The words began to stick in my throat, as the knot got bigger. "I understand. I knew I would be living on the streets, I just didn't know it would be on the main land. So when do I leave?" Miwaka's dark eyes were so sad I wanted to cry with him. "No, Miwaka you don't understand. I don't want you to leave." I took his hand in mine. "I want you to stay." He again looked at me, confused. "I've made arrangements for you to be emancipated." "Oh my God!" He yelled out. "I got into a fight. I said I was sorry, why do you want to cut off my balls?" I looked at him shocked, and then started laughing uncontrollably. "I don't think it's funny, Captain!" He said, angrily. "No, no...ha ha ha...you don't understand. You're to emancipated, not CASTRATED!" I almost peed myself I was laughing so hard. The poor boy! I had created a vision in his head of someone slicing off his sweet tender boy balls, simply because he and Brandon were fighting. "Emancipated means that your parents are no longer responsible for you. You're legally an adult, responsible for yourself. See?" I removed the Emancipation Declaration from the Oregon State Recorder's Office. Miwaka looked over the document, trying to understand the complex legal language that was on the form. "It's all set," I said. "You're officially on your own, but I don't want you to leave. I'd like you to consider staying with me." Miwaka could not believe his eyes or his ears. "But all the trouble. What about..." I stopped and hugged him close to me. "There is no more trouble, Miwaka. You're free to do what you want." "But what about when the voyage ends. Then what do I do?" "Well, if you want," I hesitated, trying to gauge his response to me. "You could stay on board. I'll need a First Mate after this voyage is done. That is, if you think you'd like to stay with me." "Oh, Captain!" Miwaka hugged me tightly and the tears rolled down his face. I have to admit that the tears rolled down mine as well. It wouldn't be easy, but I figured that since Miwaka didn't have any family left, and I didn't have any family left, we might as well be each other's family. And so, it was settled. Miwaka was no longer homeless and no longer without a family. The Mighty Miss would be his home and his mother. I kissed Miwaka good night, and left the envelope with him. Along with the Emancipation Declaration was a couple of pamphlets on the legal consequences of the process and another called "What do I do now?" that talked about making a fresh start after someone you love dies. "Jake thought these might help." As Miwaka pulled the items out of the envelope, a small business card dropped on to the bunk. "What's this?" Miwaka asked as he flipped over the card. On the front were printed Sheriff Jake Witherspoon, Gatlin, Oregon, and his phone number. On the back were written the words, "Call me if you need help. Good Luck, kid. Jake." I hadn't noticed the card as I peeked into the envelope and hearing Miwaka read the back of the card brought a tear to my eye. "That old son-of-a-bitch," was all I could utter as I left the room, closing the door behind me. --- I returned to the main room where Jeffy and Shaun were seated, talking about the fight, the trip, and how they felt about me; which is where I came in. "Cappy's cool. I love him." Jeffy smiled. "I know, and everybody knows he loves you too, Jeffy. You're pretty special to him." "Shaun? What's gonna happen to Brandon and Miwaka?" "I don't know, Jeffy. I don't know." "Well, I do," I said as I entered the room. Both boys jumped. "Shaun, Miwaka's going to stay right here on The Mighty Miss. And he can write you at home and call you too, if you want, okay?" I patted Shaun on the head and he smiled wide back at me. "You can go see him if you want, and then you should get some rest. Come on, Jeffy. I need my beauty sleep." Both boys started giggling as Jeffy and I went to my cabin, and Shaun returned to Cabin E. --- "You're staying!" Shaun yelled as he entered the cabin, and raced to hug Miwaka. "Yep. Looks like it. I still can't believe it. I have a home again, Shaun." "That's so cool. I'm glad and now we can still talk to each other. Captain said we could call each other and stuff!" Shaun's excitement started to rub off on Miwaka, as the reality that he didn't have to run or hide or be homeless was beginning to set in. "Shaun, I'm sorry I got into a fight with your brother. I just don't like the way he treats you." "It's cool, don't worry. Bran and I are best friends, and he would never hurt me. Besides, we talked about you. He knows I love you. Don't worry, things will be better now, you'll see." With that, Shaun began to kiss Miwaka, sending the now familiar tingles down Miwaka's body. "Easy...watch the face." Miwaka twinged when Shaun had kissed him on the cheek. "Oh, sorry." "That's okay. Kiss my lips instead." Miwaka smiled and Shaun planted a big kiss right on his lips. --- Jeffy snuggled into the bunk, and as I pulled the sheet over our naked bodies, I gave him another kiss good night and began to roll over to sleep. "Cappy?" "Yes, Angel." "What are we doing for fun tomorrow?" Jeffy's question hit home. It had been a rough and ugly night, and he was right. This crew was in dire need of some fun. "How about some swimming?" Jeffy startled giggling with excitement. "Even if it's raining?" "Even if it's raining!" I answered. "Now let's get some sleep." Jeffy spooned against my back and the feeling of his tender warm body against me, made me roll over. As soon as I did, he resumed his normal position, snuggled under my arm and drifted off to sleep. As I stroked his hair, I too felt the oncoming rush of the sandman and his wonderful sleep dust. --- Brandon had entered the cabin, and although Andrew had fallen back asleep, he did so uncovered. Since the two boys had begun sharing a bunk, they had decided that my 'sleeping the in nude' program was pretty cool, and had done it since. As Brandon began to undress, he looked at the sleeping blonde boy, with his sexy slender legs exposed to the air. One of his legs was off the side of the bunk, forcing his hips to rise slightly, giving Brandon a 'bird's eye view' of Andrew's boyhood. Brandon slipped off his t-shirt and began to feel the tingling in his dick. As he removed his shorts, letting his half-erect dick out of its prison, he kept his eyes glued to Andrew and how beautiful he looked. Despite the darkness of the room, Brandon had begun to memorize every inch of Andrew's body, often playing his tongue across Andrew's tender skin, so even with the light off, Brandon knew what he was seeing. Brandon softly crept to the bunk, and gently lifted Andrew's leg onto the mattress. Andrew inhaled deeply, moaned a little and rolled over facing away from Brandon. Andrew's naked pale cheeks were now exposed to Brandon, and he felt his dick stiffen. Brandon slowly leaned down and planted small kisses on the boy's cheeks. They were soft and gentle, and Andrew continued to sleep. Brandon then slipped ever so gently into the bed next Andrew, spooning against his warm soft skin. As he leaned in closer, his stiff dick rested between the soft pale mounds of Andrew's ass crack. Andrew began to stir, and Brandon placed his arm around Andrew's body. Feeling Brandon's arm on his belly, Andrew set his own arm on top of it and whispered, "Where have you been? I tried to wait up for you." "It's okay, I'll explain everything in the morning." Brandon whispered back, pushing slightly against Andrew's naked butt. "Do you wanna?" Andrew asked, already knowing the answer. "Mmhmm," Brandon whispered, pushing harder until the tip of his fully erect dick was against Andrew's puckered hole. Andrew relaxed and pushed back against his lover, as his own dick began to waken. Brandon pulled back for a moment, licked his hand heavily and applied the natural lube to his dick, repositioning himself against Andrew's hot love hole. As Brandon pushed forward, Andrew pushed back, and without much effort, the head of Brandon's pulsing dick was inside Andrew. "Uhgg," Andrew moaned as he felt the small tinge of pain that is always there the first time. The pain disappeared faster and faster each time, and this time was no exception. Within moments, pain was replaced with pleasure as he began to push back further onto Brandon's love tool. "Do it, Brandon." Brandon, taking his cue, pushed harder, and as Andrew relaxed, the remaining five inches of Brandon's man size cock entered Andrew's forgiving hole. Once inside, Brandon kissed the back of Andrew's neck, and Andrew moaned again. "I love you too, Brandon. Now show me." Brandon pulled back from Andrew, but only to his head before pushing back in. After two more slow, sensual strokes, Brandon began to quicken the pace, as Andrew reached back, grabbing Brandon's ass cheek in order to lock them together. "Cum inside me, Brandon. I want to feel it." Andrew moaned as the feelings of being filled with Brandon's hot throbbing cock overtook his thoughts and emotions. "Uh, uh, uh," Brandon began to moan, matching his exhalations with his strokes. As he pulled out of Andrew, he inhaled, and as he pushed back in, he would moan. Listening to Brandon as he made love to Andrew only made Andrew feel more excited and loved. While he held Brandon's ass with his right hand, he began stroking his now fully erect boy dick with his left; trying to match Brandon stroke for stroke. "Oh, man, Andrew...I'm gonna...uh..ug...oh." Brandon was on the edge, and Andrew could feel it. He tightened his boy pussy against the shaft of Brandon's dick, and as he did, the intensity of Brandon's strokes electrified Andrew. He could feel his own orgasm approaching and tried to hold off, so they could cum together. "Uh, uh, uh...oh, God, yes, Andrew, yes...it's cu...it's cumming..." Brandon pushed deeper into Andrew's hot abyss, and Andrew stroked his own dick faster, letting the cum race from his balls. As Brandon began to explode deep inside Andrew's shaft, Andrew began shooting stream after hot stream across his hand. Brandon stayed inside Andrew, and as his orgasm passed, he pushed another stroke and then another, emptying the last of his boy cum into Andrew's ass. Then Brandon reached over and once again kissed the back of Andrew's neck. "I love fucking you." "Me too," Andrew said as he turned his head to meet Brandon's lips. As their kiss broke, Brandon said good night; his softening dick still inside Andrew's hole. As Brandon laid down his head on the pillow and his breathing became deeper with oncoming sleep, his softening dick pulled out, leaving a small trail of his love juice leaking from Andrew. --- Morning brought a fancy breakfast of Belgian Waffles that Andrew had cooked himself, and fresh fruit. The rain outside had not subsided, but it was still soft and quiet, with no sign of lightening, very little wind, and no thunderclaps. Occasionally, the sun would try to break up the little rain clouds, but not with much success. The mood was solemn from the night before, and Miwaka and Shaun sat quietly at one end of the table, while Brandon sat, ignoring them, at the other end. "Gentlemen?" I announced, as the boys lifted their eyes toward me. "Jeffy and I are going swimming today." Jeffy smiled and squeezed my leg, trying to release some of his excitement. "In the rain, Captain?" Billy questioned, checking to see if he heard right. "Yes, Billy, in the rain. You boys are welcome to join us if you'd like." I answered getting up from my finished plate. As I walked from the galley back to my cabin, Jeffy close at my heels, I wondered how many of the boys would really join us. Jeffy and I quickly stripped down, and I could feel my dick rise as I saw my young lover naked in front of me. Jeffy giggled as he saw my dick begin to grow, and as he reached out to grasp it, I pulled him close to me. I planted little kisses on his cheeks, and as I worked my way down his slender, beautiful body, his own 3-inch dick began to sprout forward. By the time my kisses reached his dick, he was fully erect, and waiting to stick it into my hungry mouth. I didn't disappoint him as I opened my mouth, engulfing his love toy down to his hairless balls. Jeffy wrapped his hands around my head, holding me tightly against his dick, and began pumping it in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. I let him have his way, and moved as he directed, all the while my firm cock beginning to leak its precious precum. Jeffy continued to fuck my face, pumping harder and faster, trying with all his might to push as much of himself inside my mouth as possible. I began to pump my own hard on and was beginning to get a rhythm to match Jeffy's, when a knock came to our door. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.