Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 14:05:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sailor Boys - Chapt 20

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!

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CHAPTER 20

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The rain had subsided and although there was still a gray haze outside, the
rain had at least stopped.

"Hot cocoa, Captain?" Andrew smiled at me, with a steaming cup in his hand.

I took the cup from his hand, and swung my other arm around his waist and
squeezed him gently.  "Thank you, Andrew.  You're an angel!"

The cocoa was the perfect warm temperature, and as I sipped the mug, the
texture was rich and silky.  It was the perfect mix of cocoa, sugar, and a
hint of cream.  None of those silly marshmallows, thank goodness, and as
the liquid poured down my throat, it warmed me inside.

Andrew handed another mug of the rich mixture to Jeffy, who graciously said
thank you, sat next to me and began to milk the warm liquid from the mug.

"Breakfast is almost ready, so you make yourself comfortable.  I have
everything under control." Andrew said, beaming with pride.

As I looked around the galley, I noticed the table was set, the meal was
cooking and Andrew really did have everything under control.  As he flipped
the bacon, he stirred another pot, which I would learn was oatmeal.  "Just
in case they don't like the eggs," Andrew winked at me.

My heart melted as Andrew whisked around the galley like he was born to it.
Brandon soon entered the room, and seeing that Andrew was busily preparing
everything said, "Why didn't you wake me?"

"And interrupt some wonderful wet dream?" Andrew giggled at him.  Jeffy and
I giggled too.  Brandon only blushed.  "So, how can I help?" Brandon said,
trying to change the subject.

"Well, you can pull off that oatmeal, and get some more bacon from the
fridge."

It was funny to see Brandon and Andrew's roles reversed with Andrew giving
the orders.  But, Andrew did it with such grace and finesse, that it almost
seemed appropriate.

I continued sipping my cocoa as the rest of the boys shuffled into the
galley.  "Morning." They would grumble.  Obviously this morning did not
wake everyone in the same glorious mood that Andrew was feeling.

I was beginning to get suspicious of why Andrew was feeling so much
brighter than the rest of us, until I heard him whisper to Brandon, "Last
night was the best ever.  Thank you."

Brandon only nodded, and I smiled inside.  'Well, now,' I thought to
myself, 'That makes sense.'

Almost as soon as Zach, the last to arrive, sat down, the food hit the
table, and the boys began to serve it up.

Andrew had prepared the eggs in three different fashions; sunny-side-up,
scrambled, and a couple of them were over-easy.  With a few sprigs of
parsley on the side, and a sprinkling of paprika on the scrambled eggs, I
began to wonder where Andrew learned such techniques and fancy
presentation.

"Quite a meal, Andrew.  Most impressive." I said with pride, and everyone
nodded and agreed through mouths full of the wonderful breakfast.

"I'm not at all surprised," Brandon said as he reached over and kissed
Andrew on the cheek, in front of everyone.

I looked around to gauge the reactions of the other boys, but no one seemed
to notice.  They were all off in their own breakfast or conversation with
their own boyfriend.

As I continued to eat, and watch the boys, I felt a peaceful sense of
comfort.  Each of the boys had found someone they could feel close to
during this summer vacation, and I was happy the gods had sent me Miwaka to
flutter Shaun's heart.

As I watched Miwaka and Shaun talk and laugh, they truly seemed to love one
another.  In fact, each of the couples seemed to have a strong connection.
Jeremy and Max were practically joined at the hip since the voyage started,
and with the comfort of the trip, that bond only grew stronger.

Brandon had become even more sensitive to the 'pairings' that had developed
and scheduled the duty roster in such a way that the boys could stay close.

Even Jeffy was assigned near the helm, so that I could keep him in sight.

I never asked Brandon to schedule things in such a way, nor did I ever
argue with how he ran his crew.  It was my way of showing him I trusted
him, and he never let me down.

As I continued to watch, my eyes caught Brandon's eyes, and he smiled at
me.  It was then that I realized that these boys really were friends, and
got along very well.  With the exception of Brandon's 'power-play' with
Miwaka, the boys had quickly established a routine with each other.  My
pride escaped my heart and surfaced on my face.

Noticing this, Thomas playfully asked, "What are you smiling at?"

The room fell silent and all eyes were on me.  Once again, I felt the blood
rush to my face.  That damn Thomas; he loves making me blush.

"As a matter of fact, I was smiling at the thought of you, standing up butt
naked in front of your friends, doing some kind of gypsy dance I've never
seen before."

Everyone started giggling and Thomas' face became red.  "Well, you didn't
seem to mind." He said bashfully.

"Oh, I didn't.  But it was still funny to see that cute little butt of
yours wiggling all over the main room!"  More giggles.

Thomas went back to eating, and I nudged him under the table.  When he
looked up, I winked at him.  Slowly, as though realizing I was only playing
with him, he smiled back and went back to his conversation with Binder.

---

My peaceful breakfast was interrupted when my ship-to-shore rang.  I ran to
my cabin to answer it.  "Hello?"

"Hey, you old son-of-a-bitch.  You made Washington yet?"

"Jake!"  My heart lifted, hearing the voice of my old lover.  "No, the
weather's been pretty bad the last couple of days, but today promises to
hold out, so we'll be trying to make up for lost time."

"Well, I won't keep you from your duties, Red.  Just wanted you to know
that everything with the Indian boy is set.  Ruby witnessed the docs for
me, and the court clerk was only too happy to push them through.  God damn
it, I love my job!"

"I know you do.  Thanks, Jake.  I owe you."  I knew what his reaction would
be as soon as the words escaped my lips.

"Damn right you do, you old son-of-a-bitch!  And I expect a little down
payment on that debt when you come back home."  The line went dead.  Jake
was not much for good-byes.

I hung up the receiver and sat back for a moment, letting the reality of
the last three weeks settle in my mind.

The Mighty Miss and her crew had been through so much, and now all I wanted
to do was get her to Washington, and spend some much needed 'down time'
with the boys.

I pulled out my Pacific Ocean chart, and with my grease pencil made a
correction to the route back from Washington.  'Have to pay some of that
debt to Jake,' I thought to myself, as I drew a line to Gatlin.  It had
been a long time since Jake and I were intimate, but clearly Jake was in
need of some close attention, and I wasn't about to let him down.

I returned to the galley in time to see the last dish get put away.  It
absolutely sparkled.

"Brandon?  Ready the crew.  We're going to try to make up for these last
two days."

"Where to, Captain?" Brandon asked, as the boys turned to me, waiting for
their answer.

"We've got to make Washington today.  We'll probably arrive after dark, but
that's our goal."  I turned and left Brandon to distribute the duties as I
went on deck to the helm.

Jeffy was soon at my side.  "What's your job today, Jeffy?"  I asked as I
hugged him tightly.

"I have to help lift the anchor, and then I'm going to be 'look-out.'"  He
smiled wide at me.

"Look-out for what?" I asked.

"I don't know, but Brandon says I have to stay on this side of the ship and
look for other boats and stuff."  He lifted a pair of binoculars that were
around his neck and peered through them.

I smiled and said, "I don't think you'll find any ships in the alcove."

"Can never be too careful." Jeffy responded.  I wanted to pick him up off
his feet and kiss him all over.  He was just so adorable.

The anchor was secured, and although there was still no rain, the gray and
ugly haze seemed to linger around us, wanting to hinder our progress.

I fired up all four diesels, and the deck boards began to vibrate.  I sat
down in my captain's chair and said, "Here we go."

I blew the air horns twice, and began moving The Mighty Miss out of the
alcove.

Within minutes we were cruising across the water at a reasonable pace.  Not
fast, but not sluggish; just reasonable.  I wanted to conserve as much fuel
as possible and I knew that with no wind, I had no choice but to use the
diesels.  However, with no 'threat' behind us, I also wanted a smooth
cruise.

The rumbling in the deck boards began to subside as The Mighty Miss
established her groove in the smooth, almost waveless waters of the
Pacific.

Jeffy had completed his earlier task of assisting with the anchor security,
and was only occasionally looking through the binoculars.  The rest of the
time, he sat in the seat next to me, his hand on my thigh, just keeping me
company.

"Do you like to fish?" I finally broke the silence.

"I guess.  I've only done it once, with my dad and Uncle Sammy."  He again
looked through the binoculars, inspecting the waters for any other vessels.

"Well, I think tomorrow we'll set you boys to fishing.  The Mighty Miss has
been known to attract some pretty nice fish."  I smiled and looked ahead,
across the deck.

"Okay then." Jeffy said simply.

The trip was uneventful and peaceful, and even the crew seemed to move a
bit lazily through their duties.  The haze didn't lift, and as we got
closer to Washington, and the sun began to retire for the night, the
grayness seemed darker and uglier than before.

I had begun to look around the ship, as the water began to get choppy and
the winds began to gust and become unpredictable.

Brandon approached the helm and stood by my side.  "I'm not sure an all
night run is a good idea, Captain."

"I was just thinking the same thing, Brandon.  Good eye.  Let's see if we
can find a secure place to call it a night."

Brandon went to the bow of the ship, taking with him the binoculars Jeffy
had been using.

Brandon searched the shore, but as the sky grew darker, it became more and
more difficult to make out any outcroppings or alcoves.

The water increased its choppiness, and the bow began to rise and fall with
the waves.

"Brandon, better get the crew down below.  Let's put on jackets for safety,
and I'll keep searching for an anchor spot."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

"Do I have to go too?" Jeffy whined to me.

"Yes, I want you to stay safe!"  The look in my eyes left no question, and
although Jeffy hated leaving my side, he complied and followed the rest of
the crew below deck.

This time, I counted as each boy passed me, insuring that all of them were
going below.

With every one accounted for, and the last boy passing me, I looked up at
the top of the mast.  There were no thunderclouds and there was no rain
that I could smell in the air.  I wondered where the sudden increase in
wind was coming from.

As Brandon returned with the news that the crew were satisfactorily secured
below and donned with life jackets, I said, "Go to my cabin and check the
radar.  Tell me if you see any dark masses.  Come right back here with
anything you see."

Brandon hurried back down the stairs, raced to my cabin, and located the
radar.  He looked closely at the green screen as the pale yellow bar swept
a continuous circle around it.  There were no dark masses, as Captain had
put it, and with the exception of another much smaller dot to the front of
them, Brandon saw nothing special to report.

Returning to the helm, he said, "There's a small dot just ahead of us, but
no masses."

'A small dot?' I repeated to myself.  "Take the helm and hold her steady.
I'll be right back."  I went below and stared at the same green screen.
Brandon was right.  No storm masses, but the small dot he was referring to
looked like a buoy.  "What the hell is a buoy doing this far out?"

As soon as the words escaped my lips, my heart took a nosedive into my
stomach.

I raced up to the helm, and passing behind Brandon, I immediately shut down
the engines.

The wake behind us lifted The Mighty Miss, and cautiously set back level on
the sea.  I took the binoculars from Brandon, and searched the waters ahead
of us.  "Shine the light, Brandon."

Brandon clicked on the searchlight and positioned it just in front of the
ship.  Despite the bouncing of the ship, I was able to make out a darker
object in the water, and it was no buoy.

"Move ahead slowly.  Use only number one."  Brandon moved the throttle for
engine one forward.  "That's it...just a little more...steady...steady."
Brandon was glued to my commands.  "That's far enough, shut it down."
Brandon lowered the throttle, and the diesels returned to idle position.

I peered ahead, trying desperately to see what was ahead of us.  I took the
handle of the searchlight, and moved it slowly toward the object.  Suddenly
the light flashed back at my eyes.

"Fuck!" I said out loud as I lowered the binoculars.

"What is it?" Brandon said immediately.

"I'm not sure."  I looked through the lenses again, moving the light just
to the left of where it was before.  As my eyes focused through the
binoculars, and the object came into view, I said out loud, "I'll be a
son-of-a-bitch."

"What?  What is it, Captain?"

"Take a look for yourself," I said as I handed the binoculars back to
Brandon.

Peering through the lens, Brandon focused on the dark object in the water.
"What the hell..." Brandon paused.  "It looks like...but no, it can't be."

I moved the throttle forward and steered slightly to the left of the
object, and as we moved closer, Brandon said, "It looks like an airplane
rudder."

"That's exactly what it looks like." I said with a certain urgency in my
voice.

We moved closer to the 'rudder' and as it came to the side of the ship, I
could finally make out that it really was an airplane rudder, silver and
shiny.

"We don't have much time."  I shut down the engines.  "Stay here, and don't
lose sight of me, I'm going to check it out."

Without giving Brandon a chance to argue, I dove into the chilly water and
swam down along the fuselage.  It was a small aircraft, from what I could
tell, and as I felt my way down in the dark waters, I felt the opening of a
doorway.  The door was missing or opened inside, I wasn't sure, and I
couldn't see well enough to tell.

I headed back up to the surface.  "I can't see a fucking thing."  I swam to
the ladder and began my climb back on deck.  "One thing's for sure.  The
only thing keeping it up has got to be an air pocket in the tail."

I went back to the helm and grabbed the radio.  "Mayday, mayday, this is
Captain McFlannery of The Mighty Miss, can you read me?"

'Kssshhhhhhh' the radio sounded.

"Mayday, mayday, can anyone read me?"

'Kssshhhhhh' "Red, is that you? Over." A voice responded.

"Yeah, who's this? Over."

"It's Joseph Gribbens. Over."

"Joey, we've got a problem out here.  I've got a downed plane. Over."

"Did you say a down PLANE? Over."

"That's right, Joey, and I don't think it's gonna stay above water
long. Over."

"Captain, what's your location? Over."

"Shit!" I said out loud.  "Stand by, I'm getting coordinates. Over."

I looked at Brandon.  "Stay here, and talk to them if they ask you
questions.  I've got to get my bearings."  I rushed down below and ran to
my cabin.  Fortunately, I had invested in a better radar last year, which
shows a readout of your longitude and latitude.  With the numbers and
degrees written down, I raced back up to the helm.

"Joey, here's the coordinates," I said and gave him the nautical readings.

"We're only a few miles north of you, Captain.  Stay with the vessel, we're
on our way.  Over and out."

Kssssshhhhhhh, the radio went silent.

"That's all we can do for now.  Keep the light on it, Brandon.  I'm going
to check in with the boys."  I turned around and began flipping all the
switches for deck lights to come on.  In a matter of moments, The Mighty
Miss was lit up like a Christmas tree and easily visible by any approaching
vessel.

I went downstairs to the main room.  All eyes were upon me as I entered and
said, "Another delay in our trip, boys.  We've got an airplane that wanted
to be a submarine and we're parked next to it.  I've called the Coast Guard
and they're on their way."

The boys excitedly began talking among themselves, and I returned on deck
to stay with Brandon until the Coast Guard arrived.

A few minutes later, I saw the searchlight of the Coast Guard Cutter and
Joey's voice on the loudspeaker.

"Captain McFlannery.  This is the United States Coast Guard."  I waved my
arm acknowledging their presence.  The cutter moved around to the other
side of the exposed rudder, as two men appeared in black body suits and
oxygen tanks.

As soon as the Cutter was close enough, the divers jumped into the water
and dove down along the fuselage of the downed plane.

The divers were only down for a minute when the loud noise of the
helicopter blades from an oncoming Coast Guard helicopter approached.
Soon, the helicopter was above us, causing its own windstorm.  Their bright
spotlight shown down upon us, and brought instant daylight to the scene.

I could clearly see the rudder of the plane.  It was a small Cessna
aircraft.  As I looked down through the water, I could see the wings, or
what was left of them, and the open passenger door.

The divers reappeared and shook their heads, indicating that no one was on
board.  And then, they dove back down again, beginning their search for
bodies.

I saw Joey radio to the helicopter and move his arm in a circular motion.
The helicopter moved away and began circling the area, searching for
lifeboats or any other evidence of what happened to the passengers of the
downed plane.

Kssshhh... "Captain? Over."

"Yes, I'm here.  Over."

"Did you see any other craft in the area? Over."

"No, and nothing showed on my radar. Over." I was beginning to wonder
myself, just what did happen to the passengers.

"All right.  We'll take it from here, Captain.  Thanks.  Over and out."

That was my cue, and I've been on this water long enough to know that even
the fact that I knew Joey wasn't going to be enough to keep me in the
circle of things.  It was time for us to leave.  The water had calmed a bit
since we arrived at the scene of the downed plane, and as I headed north
leaving the hustle and bustle of the Coast Guard behind us, I hoped in my
heart that Joey would at least radio me, and let me know what they
discovered.  I hoped, but I didn't anticipate it.

We continued northward and after another hour on the water, Brandon found a
suitable place for us to anchor for the night.  The haze above us was not
visible in the dark, but you could still feel it all around you.  We
dropped anchor and secured the ship, before the two of us went below.

I expected the boys to be asleep, especially since it was well past 11:30,
but surprisingly, every one was still awake.

Questions were blasted at us from all directions and I held my hands up,
silencing the room.  "It's been a long night, and we're all tired.  Let's
get some sleep, and we'll talk about it at breakfast.  I'll tell you what I
know, though it's not much.  Let's turn in."

The boys moaned and groaned until Brandon spoke up, "Hey!  Captain said
we'd talk about it in the morning.  Good night!"

Closed lipped, the boys returned to their cabins for the night.  I
suspected that they would continue to talk among themselves, but at least
they were settled in.  I visited each one, wishing them good night from the
doorway before moving on to the next one.

When I arrived at my own cabin, Jeffy was already snuggled into the
blanket, with his eyes closed.

"Are you asleep, Angel?" I whispered.

"No." He whispered back and I chuckled.  "Oh, the little faker, huh?"  I
began tickling his sides and snuggled down beside him.  "Good night,
Matey."

"Good night, Cappy," he said as he squeezed his warm naked body next to
mine.

---

"I still don't get it.  Where'd they go?" Andrew asked.

"I don't know, but those divers were looking everywhere." Brandon
responded, hugging Andrew closer to him.

"I'll bet the sharks got 'em."

"Oh shit, Andrew.  You and your movies.  Jaws was not real, Andrew."
Brandon said to his lover.

"I know that.  Geez, you think I'm stupid?  It could happen you know.
Sharks could'a got 'em."  Andrew responded, trying to push his point.

"I guess.  Let's get some sleep.  I'm beat."

"Are you really tired?" Andrew asked, reaching down and squeezing Brandon's
soft dick.

"Well..." Brandon said and began kissing Andrew.

Andrew continued stroking Brandon's dick, getting it hard, while his own
boy pole was at full attention.

Brandon reached down and started playing with Andrew.  "Somebody's horny."

"I'm always horny for you, Bran," Andrew said as he moved his body around
in a sixty-nine position, now facing Brandon's fully erect dick.

Not waiting for permission, Andrew opened his mouth and completely engulfed
Brandon's hard dick, right down to his pubic hair.

"Mmmmm, yeah, Babe." Brandon moaned before slipping Andrew's slender dick
into his own mouth.

The boys moaned and sucked.  And as each one changed technique, the other
matched it.  Andrew would begin licking the bottom of Brandon's shaft, and
feeling the change, would lick Andrew's shaft.  They matched and danced
their tongues along their dicks, trying to milk the precious boy cream that
they boy loved so much.

Brandon began to breath heavier and began pushing his hips into Andrew's
mouth.  Andrew could tell that Brandon was close to shooting and didn't
want to lose anything that Brandon offered him.  He closed his lips tightly
around Brandon's cock, and began milking the cum from him...up and down,
squeezing the bottom of Brandon's dick.

"Oh yeah, Andrew...I'm gonna shoot," Brandon moaned, letting Andrew's dick
slip from his lips.  "Let's shoot together," Andrew said and sucked in
Brandon's throbbing dick.

They continued to milk each other, begging the hot boy juices to feed their
hunger.

They didn't have to wait long, as Brandon was the first to reach his peak,
and began shooting string after string of hot salty-sweet boy cream across
Andrew's waiting tongue.

The first taste of Brandon's cum as it hit his throat sent Andrew into his
own orgasm, whitewashing Brandon's mouth with his own load.

The boys swallowed and sucked until every drop was milked from their balls.

Then, they collapsed backwards and sighed.

Andrew turned around again, and snuggling up to Brandon, whispered, "I love
you, Brandon."

"I love you, too, Andrew.  Good night."

---

Zach had overheard the moaning coming from Brandon's cabin.  "They're at it
again." Zach whined to Billy.

"I know.  Those guys sure do that a lot."  Billy looked at Zach.  Zach
seemed to be smiling at him in a weird way.  "What are you smiling at?"

"Oh nothing.  I just thought, you know, since we're both awake anyways..."
Zach's voice drifted off, as he pushed the sheet from his naked body, his
stiff dick pointing at the ceiling.  "You wanna play?"

Billy was beginning to like Zach...a lot.  And even though he wasn't "horny
all the time" like Zach was, he did like playing with Zach.  One night,
Zach had snuck into his bunk when he was asleep, and started playing with
his dick.  When he woke up it was wet and stiff.

This quick memory made Billy's dick begin to grow and press against the
front of his white briefs.  The sight of Zach's naked body only increased
the tingles Billy was feeling.

Billy got out of his bunk and walked to Zach's bunk.  As he reached the
edge, Zach stopped him, opened his mouth, and guided Billy's dick into it.

Billy liked it when Zach played with him like this, and he felt his knees
go weak.  Almost falling, Billy's dick slipped from Zach's mouth.

"Lay down on the bunk, Billy." Zach commanded, sliding aside so Billy could
lie down.

Zach then resumed what he started.  Sucking on Billy's dick was a lot of
fun to Zach, and he liked doing it.  Billy could only shoot a little bit of
cum, but he liked the feeling he got when he was cumming, and he hoped that
Zach would suck him until he came again.

Then Zach did something different.  He began licking Billy's balls, and
underneath them.  It was a new feeling, but Billy liked it and moved his
hips upward, giving Zach better access.

Billy didn't moan.  He didn't want anyone to hear them, like he could hear
Brandon and Andrew.

Zach continued moving downward, and then he suddenly stopped.  "Roll over,
Billy."

Billy wasn't sure why Zach wanted him to do this.

"Come on.  Roll over," Zach said as he pulled on Billy's side, trying to
roll him over himself.

Billy finally rolled over, and he could feel the blanket brush against his
wet and sensitive boy dick.

As soon as Billy was on his stomach, Zach began kissing his butt.  At
first, Billy giggled, because it did tickle.  Then, as Zach continued to
kiss him, it didn't tickle anymore.  In fact, it felt really good.

Then, Zach placed his hands on Billy's butt, and spread his cheeks apart.
The cool air of the room, touched Billy's hole, and it was electric.  Billy
just lay there, unsure of what Zach would do, but unwilling to make it
stop.

Zach moved down, stuck out his sharp tongue, and licked across Billy's
hole.

Billy inhaled quickly.  "Tsshhhhhhk."  He had never in his life felt
anything so wonderful.  Zach did it again, and again Billy inhaled.

The third time Zach licked all around it and kept licking his hole, over
and over.

Billy was afraid to say anything, but it felt so good, he hoped Zach
wouldn't stop.  Billy closed his eyes and began moving his hips up and
down, crushing his dick against the blanket.

Billy inhaled even deeper and stopped suddenly when Zach poked his tongue
inside Billy's young hole.

But Zach didn't stop, and instead kept poking in and out, in and out of
Billy's puckered hole.

Billy's hole felt wet and wonderful, and then Zach stopped, and he could
feel Zach moving around above him.

Then, he felt Zach sit on top of him, and push his dick against the wet
hole.  'He's gonna stick it inside me!' Billy thought.

At first, he was afraid to open his eyes, but he had to see.  He peeked
out, and sure enough, Zach was seated on top of him, pushing his hard dick
into the wet hole.

Zach slipped easily inside Billy and he pushed his dick all the way in
until he could feel Billy's ass cheeks resting again his skin.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Billy.  I'm gonna fuck you like crazy."  Zach
announced as he began pumping up and down on Billy's ass.

Zach was bigger than Billy, and even if Billy wanted to get free, he
couldn't.  Zach had him pinned down on the bunk and was fucking his ass,
harder and deeper.

The electricity flowing from Billy's ass to his brain was intoxicating.
Billy closed his eyes again, and fell in love with the feelings and
tinglings of Zach's 'fucking.'

Finally, Billy couldn't hold it in anymore and blurted out, "Oh, yes, fuck
me, Zach.  Fuck me, hard!"

This only added fuel to Zach's burning fire, and he pumped Billy harder
than before, slapping their skin together.  Zach could feel his balls
tighten up to his belly.  He knew he was going to shoot soon, so he quickly
pulled out of Billy's ass, and began jerking his dick as fast as he could.

Billy felt an instant void, and wanted Zach to stick it back in.  Just as
he was about to say so, he felt the hot splashes of boy cum on his back.

Zach flicked the last of his cum from his hand before guiding his still
stiff dick back inside the warm tunnel of Billy's ass.

Billy was glad that Zach went back in, and the electricity flowed once
again.

Zach pulled the two to their side, and Billy immediately went for his own
pulsing dick, beating it as fast as his young hand could move.

His breathing intensified, and soon, Billy was shooting a small amount of
his own ball juice onto the bunk.

Zach pulled out of Billy's ass again, and stroked another load from his
young balls onto Billy's back and ass.

"Sleep with me tonight, Billy." Zach said as he wrapped his arm around
Billy's tender waist.

Billy said nothing.  He just closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with
the warmth of Zach's body against him.

---

"Hey!  Don't be looking at my boyfriend!" Billy snapped at Jeremy.

"What?" Jeremy responded, surprised by the attack.

"I said don't look at my boyfriend.  He's mine.  You already got a
boyfriend." Billy snapped again.

"Geez, Billy, chill out.  I was just wondering if that was a hickey on his
neck or what?  Guess that answers my question."

I looked at Billy, then at Zach's neck, then at Jeremy.  He had been eyeing
Zach during breakfast, but since every one of the boys were friends, I
didn't put too much to it.  That is, until now.

"Zach, Billy, Jeremy...my cabin, now!"  I had to quell this argument quick,
or pure jealousy was going to have its way.

As we entered the cabin, I asked them to sit down.  "Now then, what's this
all about?"

"Beats me.  I was just looking at his hickey.  Didn't mean to make WooseBoy
over here all pissey." Jeremy spouted as he glared at Billy.

"I'm not a woose, and I can kick your ass any day of the week, so bring it
on."  Billy was angry as could be.

I wasn't sure what had taken place last night, but I was certain that Billy
felt very strong about it.

"Oh please.  Just try it WooseBoy, and I'll throw your ass overboard."
Jeremy was not about to be beaten out by Billy.

"That's enough!" I yelled.  "Man, I'm beginning to think you guys have been
on this ship too long."

I stood up and walked to my cabin door.  "Zach, report to Brandon for your
duty roster.  I'll talk to you later."

"Yes, Sir." Zach said as he got up to leave the room.  When he reached the
door, he turned to Billy and said, "I'm sorry you got in trouble, Billy."

"Go on," I said, and patted his butt out the door.

"Now then, as for you two...stand up."  The boys, still glaring at each
other, slowly stood up.  "Now strip!"

They broke their stare and looked at me, suddenly confused.  "You heard me,
I said strip.  Let's go...every stitch.  You don't deserve to be in that
uniform, so you're not going to be."

"But, Captain."

"But nothing.  I said strip."  My cold glare at the boys emphasized that
this was no game, and they had better remove the uniform as instructed.

Slowly, turned away from each other, they removed the uniform shirt and
pants, throwing it angrily at the floor.  Jeremy was nude underneath, as I
fully expected.  Billy stood in his white briefs.

"The underwear too, Billy."

"Fine!" Billy snapped back, shucking the underwear down his legs and
tossing it onto the uniform pile.

"Now turn around."

The boys hesitated for a moment.

"I said turn around, damn it!"

They snapped around and faced me, their anger turning into fear.

"Now then, for the rest of the time we're at sea today, you two will remain
like this.  The rest of the crew will get to stay warm and comfortable in
their uniform, while you two will work the rest of the day, trying to earn
the right to put yours back on."

"But, Captain."

"But nothing, now go."  The boys started to pick up their clothes.  "Nope.
Those stay with me."

They dropped what they had picked up, and walked out of my cabin.  I
followed them to the main room, where the rest of the crew had already
gathered.

"Gentlemen," I announced, silencing the room.  "It seems that these two
have lost respect for each other and therefore this ship and everything on
it."  My words were sharp and I could see the effect they were having on
Billy and Jeremy.  "Therefore, for the rest of the day, THIS will be their
uniform."

A couple of the boys began to giggle, but my cold glare snapped them back
into line.

"This isn't funny.  I've said before that above everything else, you have
to respect each other, and fighting on my ship is simply not tolerated.
Brandon?"  I looked at my First Mate, who quickly snapped to attention.

"Yes, Captain?"

"See to it that these two are kept VERY busy today.  The harder the work,
the better."

"Aye, aye, Captain.  I'll take care of it." Brandon smiled at me, and I had
no doubt these boys were in for some pretty harsh work for the day.  They
would be sorry that they started a fight, and they would also serve as an
example to the rest of the crew.

"Fine then.  Let's get this ship moving."  My mood was set for the day.
There's nothing like a fight in the morning to make you grumpy all day.

Fortunately, as I suspected, Brandon kept my two naked crew members very
busy the whole day, and as the sky broke its haze and the sun began to peak
through, I could feel my own bad mood breaking up as well.

Jeffy, however, was the hot water bottle to break any icy chill that I
felt.  After only a few minutes of being at the helm, he snuggled up next
time, wrapped his arm around me, and squeezed me tightly.  He didn't say a
word.  He didn't have to.  I knew in my heart what he was thinking, and I
loved him for it.  I bent down, kissed his head, and smiling up at me, he
bounced off the helm, and went about his duties.

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Brandon took my request seriously, and had the boys working very hard on
the ship, and even took each of them below for additional clean up details.

As Jeremy was cleaning the head that the boys use, Brandon entered to
inspect his work.

Jeremy was bent over, scrubbing the toilet, as instructed, and Brandon got
a good view of Jeremy's puckered boy hole.

'Mmmm, nice,' Brandon thought to himself.  "Captain wants to make sure you
earn your uniform, Jeremy." Brandon announced to the boy.

Jeremy looked up at Brandon, and then continued with his work.

"Which means," Brandon continued, as he brushed his hand along Jeremy's
naked ass cheeks.  "You have to do whatever I say."

Jeremy stopped scrubbing and again looked up at Brandon.  The obvious tent
in Brandon's shorts indicated that the next 'duty' wasn't going to be
cleaning.  At least not the bathroom.

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