Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2003 15:55:21 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com> Subject: Sailor Boys - Chapt 21 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 21 --- '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. "Turn around," Brandon commanded. Jeremy set down the scrub brush, and turned toward Brandon, his face now level with the bulging tent. Brandon moved forward and began rubbing his crotch against Jeremy's face. Jeremy could feel his own cock begin to stiffen as he felt the heat of Brandon's rising cock against his cheeks. Jeremy began to move his hands up Brandon's bare legs. "Hey!" Brandon yelled at him. "Put your hands down. I didn't tell you to do that." Brandon was taking his liberty with Jeremy, and Jeremy knew it. But, after all the trouble he was in with the Captain, he couldn't complain. Besides, every one on the ship, including Jeremy wanted to play with Brandon, and even if it was kind of humiliating, at least he might get to play with the long delicious cock that he had seen so many times before. Brandon continued brushing the front of his shorts against Jeremy's face, and then he stopped, back up a step, and slipped the shorts down his slightly hairy legs. Brandon's dick flopped out and rose to full attention, pointing at Jeremy's face. "Open your mouth!" Brandon commanded, and Jeremy complied. Brandon moved the step forward, and slid his rock hard dick across Jeremy's tongue. Jeremy's dick bounced as the heat of Brandon touched his tongue. Jeremy reached down and grabbed his own dick and began to stroke it. "Get your hands off your dick. Did I tell you that you could jack it?" Brandon glared at the submissive boy below him. "Close your lips tight around my dick, I'm gonna fuck your face. And if you do a good job, I MIGHT let you eat my cum." Jeremy closed his lips tightly around the hard intruder, and as he did, he could feel Brandon's heartbeat pulsing through his shaft. Jeremy hoped that Brandon would let him swallow his load. Jeremy wanted it, that was certain, but how did Brandon know he wanted it? Jeremy's thoughts were broken as Brandon began to push and pull his engorged boy dick into Jeremy's hungry mouth. "Yeah, that's it, keep those lips nice and tight. Mmmm, yeah, Jeremy, that's a good boy." Brandon's words fell upon Jeremy like strings of gold. He was doing what Brandon wanted, and was enjoying it as well. Jeremy could feel a tear of precum work up his shaft, and he tried to look down at his dick, to see if it had escaped. But, as he moved his head downward, Brandon grumbled, "Hey, watch the teeth. Pay attention, boy, or you won't get fed!" Jeremy quickly snapped his head level with Brandon's crotch, and Brandon quickened his pace. Jeremy loved the feel of Brandon's hot cock sliding across his tongue, and he pressed his tongue tighter against the bottom of Brandon's shaft. "Oh yeah, that's good, Jeremy." Brandon moaned. "You keep that up, and you're gonna get fed for sure." Jeremy smiled to himself. He wished he could touch Brandon, but knew he would be commanded otherwise. He wanted to touch his own pulsing dick, but had already been ordered not to. As difficult as it was, he kept his hands to his sides. Then, an idea struck Jeremy, and he began to roll his hips up and down, rubbing his dick against the inside of his thighs. He was subtle about it, and Brandon didn't seem to notice. Thank goodness, Jeremy thought, as it felt so good to have his dick rub against something...anything. The wetness from his precum smeared against his skin, confirming what he had thought. Jeremy closed his eyes, tightened the grip he had on Brandon's dick, and waited for his prize. Brandon moved his hand down and cupped his balls, gently massaging them. He could feel his hot load rising and wanted to get the most out of his orgasm. "Ugh, oh, man...I hope you're...hungry...Jeremy..." Brandon began to shoot his hot boy cum, and the first shot shocked Jeremy as it exploded against the back of his throat. He quickly moved backward, so that only Brandon's head was still inside his mouth, as the second jet of hot cum scraped across Jeremy's sensitive tongue. "Mmmmm," Jeremy moaned as he got his first taste of Brandon's cream. Brandon shot two more strings of salty-sweet boy cum into Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy tried his best to swallow the large load, but some of it dripped out, down his chin, and dropped onto his own wet dick. The feel of Brandon's cum on his dick sent Jeremy over the edge, and his dick started blasting stream after stream of watery boy cum onto his belly and legs. Brandon pushed his dick deeper into Jeremy's mouth, trying to squeeze out the last of his boy milk. Jeremy tightened his lips again, as Brandon began to pull out, leaving a finally glob of the sticky fluid on his tongue. Jeremy rolled it around on his tongue, savoring the delicious prize. Brandon backed up from the naked boy, looked down at the watery mess on the boy's body, and commanded, "Shower off, finish your duties down here, and then report on deck." Then, he pulled his shorts back up and fastened them. Jeremy looked down at his own legs, and then up at Brandon. "When you get on deck, you need to BEG the Captain to let you have your uniform. Tell him you've learned your lesson with will never fight with anyone on board again. Understand?" Brandon lifted the boy's wet chin. Jeremy looked at Brandon, and then nodded. "Good. And don't tell anyone that I fucked your face. That's part of your punishment. Got it?" Jeremy nodded again. Brandon turned to leave the room, but before he left he turned back to Jeremy and whispered, "You suck really good. Thanks, Jeremy." Brandon smiled at him and left the room. 'Punish me anytime!' Jeremy thought to himself, as he stood up and headed into the shower. --- Billy had been assigned to make all the bunks on the ship, dust the shelving and clean up the main room. Billy was in Cabin A when Brandon entered the room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Brandon yelled, as Billy spun around, dropping the boxers Billy had picked up from the floor. Billy didn't hear Brandon enter the room, but was inhaling the aroma from Brandon's underwear. Billy stuttered, "I was...umm...cleaning. You dropped these, and so I was picking them up." Billy looked at Brandon, trying to gauge if Brandon was buying the lie. Brandon entered the room, closing the door behind him. Looking down at Billy's stiff dick then back up at Billy's face, Billy had begun to blush. "So you like to smell my underwear, huh?" Brandon asked, moving closer to Billy's naked body. "No, I wasn't, Brandon. I swear. I was just cleaning up, like you told me to." Billy pleaded, despite the bouncing of his dick. "I never told you to smell my shorts. Obviously, you haven't learned to respect me yet." Brandon reached out and pushed Billy backwards onto the bunk. Billy pushed himself toward the center of the double sized bunk that Brandon and Andrew had been sharing, and as he crawled backwards in a spider move, his knees were up, his legs slightly spread, giving Brandon an even better view of his stiff boyhood. "You obviously like it, Billy. Your hard as a rock." Brandon responded, flicking Billy's dick with his finger. "Well, you're going to learn to respect me, and EARN your uniform." Brandon grabbed Billy's legs and pushed them up to his shoulders, exposing Billy's boypussy. Billy knew what was going to happen, and tried to squirm from Brandon's grip. "Don't fight me, Billy, or it will be 10 times worse." Brandon looked down at the boy, and Billy knew he was right. "I've never done this before." Billy pleaded with Brandon. "Then I guess you'll learn," Brandon said sarcastically back at the boy. This new power over the boys was intoxicating to Brandon, and he could feel his dick begin to rise again. It had only been a few minutes since he left Jeremy, and yet, his dick was ready for more. "Please don't hurt me, Brandon. I'm sorry I started a fight; it won't happen again, please. I don't want to do this." A tear came to Billy's eyes, and as Brandon looked down, he realized that Billy was not as receptive as Jeremy had been to his power. Brandon backed up off of Billy. "Fine. But just remember, Billy, I own you now. And, I will fuck you whenever or whereever I want. Understand?" Brandon let go of Billy's leg, and pushed him aside. "Now, get your naked ass back to work, and when you're finished," Brandon pointed to him, "report upstairs and beg the captain to let you have your uniform back and promise HIM you won't fight again!" "Okay, Brandon. I will." Billy got up from the bunk and pulled the sheets up. "And don't even think about telling anyone about our little conversation. I'm Top Dog around here, and nobody would believe you anyway. Got it?" Brandon didn't even wait for the answer. He left the cabin, slamming the door behind him. Brandon stomped up the deck stairs and came on deck in a bit of a huff. "What's wrong with you?" I asked. Brandon realizing that he should have cooled off first, looked up at me and said, "I hate it when my crew members don't listen to me." Then, Brandon walked away from me. I wasn't sure what the entire huff was about, but I stood by my First Mate, and let him handle it in his own way. I had no idea what had taken place down below with Jeremy and Billy, but my naivety would soon end. That night, as a matter of fact. --- "What's the matter with you tonight? You never stopped me from playing before?" Zach asked when Billy pushed his hand away. "I...I just don't want to, okay?" Billy said, as the tears began to form. "What's wrong, Billy? Is it the uniform, because you got it back, so I don't see what the big deal is?" "No, you asshole! It's not the fucking uniform. I could care less about that stupid thing! Just forget it...go to sleep!" A single tear came down Billy's cheek and Zach saw it. "No, I'm not going to sleep. You're gonna tell me what I did wrong." "It's not you, Zach. I like playing with you." Billy's voice softened. He wanted to tell Zach; wanted him to know what Brandon started to do. But, he couldn't. Brandon's voice played in his head... 'I'm Top Dog around here, and nobody would believe you anyway.'...Billy started sobbing. "Billy? Come on, Dude, talk to me." --- I was just settling in to my bunk. My wonderful Jeffy was waiting for me, and as I laid down, and Jeffy immediately snuggled in next to me, I heard a soft knock on my door. "Hold that thought." I whispered to Jeffy, who smiled back up at me. "Yes?" I said as I opened the door, and saw Zach, holding Billy close to him. Billy's head was down, and I could tell he was crying. "Come in, boys." Zach and Billy entered the cabin, and closing the door behind them, I said, "What's wrong?" "Something happened to Billy today, Captain. I think you should know about it." Zach said softly, squeezing Billy closer to his chest. "Okay, what's up, Billy?" "I can't do it, Zach." Billy said through sobs. "He'll kill me, Zach, and nobody will believe me anyway." "Why don't you let me decide that, Billy. Tell me what's on your mind." "Today...I was...it was punishment...I said no...I told him no." Billy started crying harder and I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. Zach began to unravel the tale of Billy's run-in with Brandon during the day, and as the story unfolded, my mouth got larger and larger. I couldn't believe my ears. And then I thought to myself, 'Did I mis-communicate with Brandon? I said I wanted the boys to be given hard duty, I was sure I said that, not to be abused.' My mind raced as Billy cried. Zach finished telling me what happened, and I lifted Billy's chin. "Billy? I want you to answer me honestly, did Brandon fuck you or do anything to hurt you?" Billy shook his head. "Okay, I know you're upset, and believe me, Brandon will be punished for this. I'm glad you boys came to me, Billy. Brandon will apologize to you tomorrow. Go on back to bed now, and try to get some sleep. I'll reassign duties myself tomorrow, all right?" Billy nodded his head and the boys left my cabin. "Stay here, Jeffy. I'll be back in a little while." Jeffy had been shocked by the way Brandon had acted, but he stayed in the cabin. As I left my room, I heard Jeffy jump from the bunk and lock the door behind me. 'Good call, Jeffy' I thought to myself. I knew I had to talk to Jeremy. He was the only other boy, stripped naked, and sent down below for hard duty. I was damning myself for stripping the boys of their uniform and I blamed myself for setting up such a negative situation. I opened the door to Jeremy's cabin, and although it was dark, and appeared the boys were asleep, I entered anyway. I walked to Jeremy's bunk, and Max was quietly snoring, while cuddled up behind Jeremy. I leaned down in front of the bunk, and whispered to Jeremy, "Wake up, Jeremy, I have to talk to you." "I'm awake," he answered. "What's up?" "When you were working down below today, did anything happen between you and Brandon?" I could tell when Jeremy stopped breathing for a second that I had hit a chord. "What do you mean?" He finally asked. "I mean," I hesitated. "Did Brandon...touch you in a way you didn't like?" Jeremy thought about my question for a moment, and then said, "No, nothing happened." I tried to catch his eyes, but he no longer looked at me. I knew it! Something had happened, and either Jeremy was okay with it, or was too afraid to tell me. "If something happens on my ship, Jeremy, I need to know. It's my job to protect you boys, even if it's from one of the crew. You can tell me anything, Jeremy, and I'll take care of it." Jeremy thought about it for a moment. He could tell the Captain what had happened in the head, but did he really want to tell? He did enjoy the attention, and it wasn't like Brandon did something that Jeremy didn't want. "No, Captain, nothing happened. Can I go back to sleep now?" "All right then, Jeremy. Good night." I kissed him on the head, tucked him in, and left the cabin. Jeremy wasn't going to tell me, but I knew in my heart that something had happened with him too. I decided morning was too long to wait. I'd get to the bottom of this...tonight! I went to Brandon's cabin, and as I quietly opened the door, I heard Brandon softly say, "Yes, Andrew...oh, God...I'm gonna shoot! Here it comes, Baby..." I peered in and saw him push deeper in Andrew's ass and then stop. The door creaked and Brandon quickly turned around, falling off of Andrew. "Captain?" "Yes, Brandon. Get cleaned up and meet me in the main room. Five minutes, do you understand?" My tone was stern. "Yes, Sir." Brandon said as I left the cabin. "What's that all about?" Andrew asked. "I dunno. Wait up for me. I'll be back." Brandon wiped himself off, and threw on some shorts, no t-shirt, and walked out of the cabin. --- "You wanted to see me, Sir?" Brandon asked as he entered the dimly lighted main room. "I understand you had quite a busy day today." I responded, glaring at my half naked First Mate. "Sir?" "You know, I put a lot of trust in you, Brandon. And up to now, I've not been disappointed, but what happened is inexcusable." Brandon looked at me with confused eyes. "Captain, Andrew and I have been having sex for a couple years now." "I'm not talking about Andrew!" I yelled, and realized that my temper has increased my volume. Speaking softer, I said, "I'm talking about your little run-ins with Billy and Jeremy while the rest of us were on deck." Brandon's eyes doubled in size. He knew he was busted and started cursing to himself. Brandon thought to himself, 'I'm gonna kick their fucking rat asses!' "Sit down." I said, pointing to a spot opposite my seat. "I know you're gay. Fuck, every person on this ship is gay. So what? That doesn't mean that we don't have to respect each other." Brandon was not following my train of thought, and in fact, looked lost in his own world. "Are you listening to me?" Brandon's head snapped to attention. "Yes, Sir, respect." "Look, part of this is my fault. I know I stripped the boys of their uniform, and I know I commanded hard duty, but I never meant for this to happen." Brandon looked down again. It seemed that the Captain knew everything. "But, I didn't do anything to Billy. And Jeremy seemed to enjoy it." The blood rushed to my face, and my eyes narrowed. I was about to scream, and then the memory of having Brandon in my own cabin, doing to him what he wanted to do to Billy struck me. "Let me ask you a question. When you and I were in my cabin, did I force you to have sex with me? Did you feel afraid of me?" Brandon shook his head. "Did I demand you do what we did? Did I say that you HAD to get fucked?" Still shaking his head, Brandon began to realize that he truly had taken advantage of the boys for his own pleasure, and that punishment and respect were just excuses he used to convince himself that it was all right. "I don't give a rat's ass if you fuck every person on this ship...as long as THEY agree to it...as long as THEY want to. You've taken advantage of your position on this ship, and forced yourself upon these boys. Has there been anybody else, Brandon?" Brandon quickly shook his head. "How am I supposed to trust you now? Raping your crew members is not exactly officer material." Brandon hung his head and his eyes began to well up. "You fucked up big time, Brandon. I'm not sure why did it, but you did. And now, I have to try to fix it." "I'm sorry, Captain. I didn't mean to hurt anybody." Brandon said, as a single tear traced his cheek. "I'm not the one you need to apologize to, and you WILL apologize to those boys." I said, pointing at him. "Yes, Sir, I will." "First thing in the morning. We'll meet in my cabin. In the meantime, I'll assign someone else to First Mate. I can't make it Andrew, because I want him to continue being Chef. I'll figure it out. I'll be taking over the Duty Roster as well." I looked at Brandon, and I could tell that having his title stripped from him was much more effective than any physical punishment I could have conjured up. "But, Captain. I've worked so hard." Brandon pleaded, hoping I'd reconsider. "Please don't take my job. The guys will never respect me if you do. Please, Captain." "And how much do you think Jeremy and Billy respect you right now, Brandon? And when the rest of the boys find out what you did, do you think they're going to respect you anyway?" Brandon hung his head. He knew I was right, but hated the idea of letting go of 'First Mate.' "Go on to bed now. You'll stay in your room until I call for you. Understand?" Brandon nodded and left the room. I slumped back in the couch and closed my eyes. "How the fuck am I supposed to fix this?" I asked. Morning would come quickly, and I would need to assign duties and a new First Mate. I hated letting go of Brandon, but I couldn't reward his behavior either. I dragged myself back to my cabin and knocked on my door. "Jeffy, it's Cappy. Let me in." --- I slept very little the rest of the night. My tossing and turning had forced Jeffy to roll over and sleep on the very edge of the bunk. I stared up at the clock once again, and it had finally clicked over to 5:30. "Well, may as well get this over with." I said to myself, as I dragged my exhausted body from the bunk. The warm spray of the shower as it cascaded down my body was welcomed, and I could feel myself relax. "Should have done this last night." I said. I stuck my head under the water, and as my mind began to wander, I felt a familiar touch on my backside. "Good morning, Cappy!" The cheerful voice said. "Morning, Angel," I said, yawning widely. "How'd you sleep last night?" "Okay. You kept bouncing up and down. Did you have bad dreams?" Jeffy asked, as I scooted him in front of me to catch some of the shower spray. "Yes. Bad dreams, Angel. But let's get cleaned up and start our day, okay?" I didn't want to talk about it, and Jeffy thankfully let it go. I lathered up the soap and began to generously apply it to Jeffy slick skin. As I cleaned my lover off, my mind kept flashing to the events of yesterday. The punishment, the incidents. My mind embellished the details of what happened, and I pictured Brandon forcing himself on the two boys. I quickly rinsed us off, and shutting off the water, stepped out of the shower. Jeffy followed close behind me, and we began to dry off. "Are you mad today?" "No, Jeffy, I'm not mad. I just didn't sleep very well." Jeffy was quite in tune with my emotions. Just one more reason I loved him. --- After tossing and turning all night and thinking and rethinking about the best way to handle Brandon's behavior, I decided to address it head on. So, before breakfast was even prepared, I gathered the boys, including Brandon, into the main room. "I want to talk to you boys about something very serious that happened yesterday." Billy, Jeremy and Brandon immediately locked their eyes on me, as if to say 'Is this the right time?' I continued, "I care about you boys very much. It's my job to make sure that you have a safe and fun sea voyage. Well, yesterday, I failed that job." All the boys began to look at each other, quietly questioning how I had failed them. "I put Brandon in charge, as my First Mate." Everyone quickly looked over to where Brandon was seated. Brandon already had his eyes on the floor, and could feel the room upon him. "And yesterday, Brandon used bad judgment, and put a couple of you in harm's way." Billy looked up at me. It appeared that I was going to relay the entire story. He began to softly shake his head. 'Please, Captain, don't tell them.' "Because of that bad judgment, Brandon is relieved of his duty of First Mate, until further notice. I will be assigning your Duty Roster, and for now..." I hesitated, trying to swallow the knot in my throat. "The Mighty Miss will not have a First Mate." Everyone looked at Brandon again, who still had his head to the floor. "Gentlemen, if you learn nothing else on this trip, you must learn respect for each other. Just because you're gay, doesn't mean that you're not important. You ARE just as important, just as valued, and deserve respect just like everyone else, no matter what your sexual orientation is." By now, the boys were looking at me, trying to follow where I was going with my speech. "But, it's not just respect for other people. You also have to respect yourself. That means not letting people take advantage of you. If somebody tells you to do something, that you know in your heart is wrong, don't do it. I'm talking about violating your personal rights. You have the right to decide whom you want to love, and who you WANT to be intimate with. Some people have trouble understanding that. Those people in authority positions think that they can just bark out orders and people will follow it. Those same people learn very quickly, that abused power is no power at all." Brandon looked up at me, tears in his eyes. His heart was crushed, and he knew he had fallen from grace with me. It was at that moment, that he wished he could take it all back. But, it was too late. "I know you boys are having sex with each other on this ship." Some of the boys smiled, some giggled, some pretended that I was crazy and making it up. "I'm okay with that. You've each found someone you can be close to, and share experiences with. A couple of you have very strong feelings for one another. I think that's sweet. And, I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to express how you feel. I'm not criticizing that. But, when you hurt each other, it's no longer acceptable. It's not right, and I won't tolerate abuse on my ship, by anyone!" I looked around at each of the boys. "Right now, I'm going to ask Brandon to stand up. He has a few things to say to all of you. Brandon?" Brandon looked at me, and I waved my hand upward. Slowly he stood and everyone looked at him. "Billy, Jeremy, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. It was wrong, and I didn't mean to hurt you. And I'm sorry for letting down the team. I wanted you guys to respect me. I'm sorry." Brandon sat back down, and I looked at Billy and Jeremy. I could see the sorrow in their eyes. They felt bad for Brandon, and especially Billy felt bad for coming forward. "There's one last thing I want to talk about. I want all of you to know that I love you very much. This journey has been as much fun for me as it has for you. And, I want you to know that I'm available any time you want to talk. You can tell me anything, boys. So, never feel bad about coming to me or telling me how you feel, okay?" A few nodded their heads. "Good. Now, I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving, so I'm going to get some of Andrew's famous pancakes." Andrew took his cue and jumped up from the couch. As the boys scrambled out of the room, I pulled Brandon aside. "We'll talk more about this later. For now, just lay low for a while. It's important that you think about what has happened and how you can make it better." I pulled him to me and hugged him tightly. "Every one makes mistakes, Brandon. It's what you learn from those mistakes that makes a difference." I let go and he looked up at me, tears still in his eyes. As I wiped them from his face, he whispered to me, "I really am sorry, Captain." "Thank you, Brandon. I believe you." I dismissed him to breakfast and sat down again. I sighed heavily. I hoped in my heart that he had learned a valuable lesson, especially in how to treat people. I also knew I was going to miss relying on him. --- After breakfast, we set sail. The skies had cleared and the wind was brisk, and sparing the engines, we raised the sails, which pushed us northward. We would make the Port of Kisarah, Washington in about four hours. It would give us plenty of time for the boys to freshen themselves before going ashore. The mood was somber but not brooding. Especially Brandon, who seemed more out of place than anyone. I had assigned the Duty Roster, keeping Brandon fairly close to my proximity. I wanted to take no chances for any time of rebuttal from Brandon against the boys. Especially since Jeremy never actually admitted that anything happened. 'Was I too harsh on Brandon?' I began to second-guess my decision. 'No! He needs to learn that power can not be abused, and that people that are under him can not be abused!' I shook my head, trying to shake out the negative thoughts and refocus on steering The Mighty Miss. Jeffy finished his duties, and climbed into the chair next to me. "I'll be your First Mate, Cappy!" He said with a smile. "You already are, Jeffy. We just can't tell the other boys that. They wouldn't like it very much." I winked at him and smiled. "Okay." He giggled. "What do you want me to do now?" "Why don't you look for other ships for me?" "Okay," he said gleefully, and jumped back down off the helm platform. --- As we broke for lunch, I let The Mighty Miss sort of drift. The sails were lowered, and we were close enough to Kisarah that letting her drift off course wasn't a concern. The boys had begun to leave their gloominess behind and the conversation during lunch seemed more upbeat and lighthearted. Except, of course, for Brandon. I called him to my cabin. "Let's talk, Brandon." I said, closing the door behind us. "Sit down." I pointed to the bunk. "Why did you do it, Brandon?" "I don't know." Brandon blurted out, all the pressure of his sulkiness spewing outward. "I just walked into the head, and saw Jeremy on his knees, his cute ass sticking up in the air, he just looked so awesome. I got hard immediately, and all I wanted was to get off." He looked up at me, not believing his own lips. "Go on." I said, my arm casually around his shoulder for support. "I convinced myself that he needed to be punished, like you said, and earn his uniform back. So, I told him to suck me off. I swear, he acted like he wanted to. I dunno...it just happened. And then, when it was over, I told him to beg you for his uniform." "Ah, well that explains the begging. I thought that was kind of unlike him. I suppose you told Billy the same thing." Brandon nodded. "And you made Billy suck you as well?" "No! I never touched him. I was going to. I was gonna fuck his ass...almost did too, but he told me he didn't want to, and I stopped." Brandon looked down, realizing he had said too much already. "It's okay, Brandon. I'm glad you told me the truth. We'll work through this together. If it's a one time bad use of judgment, we'll learn from it and move on. And, hopefully, it is just a case of bad judgment." "You don't love me anymore, do you, Captain?" Brandon said as he leaned his head against my chest. "Yes, I do love you, Brandon. But, just because I love you, doesn't mean that I'll let you hurt other people." "But, I didn't mean to hurt them." Brandon pleaded. "I understand that, but you did hurt them, and you need to recognize that what you do has consequences, especially when you are in charge of people. The way you treat them earns the respect. You can't command respect, Brandon, you have to earn it. It's just like trust. You had worked very hard to earn my trust, but with that trust comes responsibility." It was a lot for a 13-year-old boy to hear and take in, but Brandon listened, trying to absorb the wisdom of it. "I've broken our trust, haven't I?" He began to sob. "Shhh, easy, Mister Man. We still have two weeks left together. You'll have plenty of time to make up for your mistake." I put my hands under his chin, and lined his eyes with mine. As soon as we locked eyes, I lost myself in the moment. So deep dark and sad. Silence fell upon us, and as I stared into his eyes, he stared back into mine, the tears drying from his eyes. It wasn't planned, it wasn't what I expected, but as Brandon moved forward, I didn't resist. Then, he pressed his lips to mine. At first, I didn't return the kiss, but as Brandon stayed pressed against my lips, I felt my heart melting for him, and my passion take over. I slowly wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer still, returning his kiss. Brandon opened his mouth, and my hungry tongue slipped inside. I broke the kiss, scooting back from the boy. "I can't do this. I shouldn't do this." "But you said as long as both people WANTED it, it was okay." Brandon whispered to me. They were my own words coming back to me. "Are you sure you want this, or are you trying to prove something?" I wasn't sure I wanted the answer, nor was I sure he could give it. "I DO want you, Captain. I wanted you to make love to me, and you did. And I want it again. Please, don't stop." Brandon slid his hand between my thighs and began rubbing across the fabric covering my rising manhood. I looked into his eyes again, and my soul was captured. My will power crumbled and I gave in to passion and lust for the boy. He was right, I wanted it too. We kissed again, tighter and deeper than before, and as we kissed, I pushed him backwards across the bunk, laying half on top of him. My hand began to make fast passes over his body, trying to absorb the feel of his skin and on an upward movement, I slipped inside his t-shirt, worked my way up his chest, and began caressing his stiffening nipples. "Mmmm," Brandon moaned softly. His mood had changed from somber and sad, to erotic and passionate. His own hands exploring the muscles of my body, and finally working smaller circles over and over across my ass. My dick grew to full length and pushed harshly against the front of my shorts. Brandon broke our embrace and whispered, "I want to make love to you, the way you made love to me." He squeezed my ass cheeks, leaving no question as to what he wanted. I wanted it too, and my dick leaked responding to the image of Brandon's poking me with his boy tool. I stood up, shucked off my shorts and t-shirt and reached down, grabbing the waistband of Brandon's shorts, and pulled them off his slender body in one swift movement. Brandon had opted for boxers, clearing proving he hadn't planned our little escapade. I swiftly removed them, tossing them to the floor in the pile of clothes. His stiff boner winked at me, and a single tear appeared. I quickly leaned down, and kissed it away. Then, I laid down on my back and Brandon kneeled up closed to me. "Wait," I said, "You need to be wet first." And I pulled him to my mouth, hungrily engulfing his throbbing cock. "Oh, yeah, Captain...umphfff...uh." I continued sucking the boy's dick, getting it good and wet, and I could feel his approaching his peak. I quickly let go and his dick bounced to the beat of his heart. I spread my legs, and he kneeled down, pointing the tip of his erection at my love tunnel. I relaxed and nodded and Brandon pushed the entire length of his hot cock into me. The electricity surged through my body, an erotic mixture of pain and pleasure all at once. Brandon wasted no time and began his steady paces in and out of my hole. A couple of times, he pulled out completely, only to push all the way back in, each time, shocking my system, making me whine and beg for him to go deeper inside me. It was at that moment that I wanted to stop time, and keep Brandon inside me forever. I loved the feel of his cock filling my ass, and I didn't want it to end. "Ughhh...oh fuck yeah...uh...here...it ... comes." I wrapped my hands around his ass cheeks pulling him deeper inside me, and I felt his body stiffen, and his breathing stop. I concentrated on my ass, and could actually feel the jets of Brandon's hot boy cum coat the walls of my chute. I inhaled deeply as my own stiff dick began jetting out its own hot load between the two of us. Brandon looked down at the thick liquid between us, smiled at me, and then pulled out of my throbbing ass. The instant void left me wanting him to return, but then Brandon began licking the white cream from my belly, softly moaning as he ate my cum. He looked up and a small glob was on his chin. I reached over, scooped it up, and before I could leave his face, he quickly sucked my finger in, cleaning my man juice from it. Our breathing returned to normal, and Brandon collapsed on top of me. I softly whispered to him, "Now I hope you know that I still love you." Brandon looked up at me, smiled and then hugged me tightly. --- Brandon and I cleaned up and re-dressed before going on deck. Andrew announced that the crew and the ship were ready to sail on my command. Andrew clearly felt that being next in line had its responsibility. I smiled at him, and so did Brandon. We set sail for Port Kisarah. --- Within 35 minutes, we were docking at Port Kisarah. A mid-sized town, but still small enough to be enjoyable, but not so small as be annoying. We moored The Mighty Miss, paid our fare, and headed into town. The excitement about doing some sightseeing was in the boys, and I had to admit, was contagious. We weren't three blocks from the ship, and I was starting to feel excited as well. The sun was shining brightly on us, the boys were in good spirits. Even Brandon seemed to be recovering from the earlier drama. It seemed that nothing could go wrong. Damn it! Every time I think that... I should just learn to keep my mouth shut! As we turned the corner, our little group was met by its next big challenge. And, this time, Jake couldn't pull my ass out of the sling. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.