Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2009 09:27:50 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Young Yacht Captain, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Historical

+++Yo Ho Ho!  I smell the blood of an under 18 year old boy.  Better begone
or else you will have to walk the plant.  If your over 18, you may cruise
with the "Jolly Man".



"Jolly Man" is not the real name of boat I captained ten years ago, but I
dare not reveal the name for fear of imprisonment.  Yes, this is the year
1910, but at the turn of the century is when these events occurred that I,
Peter Marin, will share with you.

I was 23 years old, newly graduated from the Merchant Marine Academy at
Kings Point, Long Island.  I answered an advert to captain a small vessel
to operate off the China Coast.  The ad specifically stated that the
applicant must be under 25, a strange requirement.

I applied at the office located on a small slip near Wall Street.  The name
on the door was Gosnosian Enterprises.  I entered into a one room office.
A large desk almost filled the room and a large really fat man occupied
most of the remaining space.  He regarded me for a long time.  Long enough
to make me acutely uncomfortable.  His eyes traveled up and down my body
like a pervert might in the park.  He wet his small, almost feminine lips
and said, in a high pitched voice, "You'll do nicely captain."

I was taken aback.  "Don't you want to hear my qualifications,
Mr. Gosnosian?"

He laughed in a piercing giggle.  "Mr. Gosnosian!  No lad, I certainly am
not that gentleman.  In fact, I have never met him.  I am Amos Graves,
hired to interview the crew of the "Jolly Man".  Surely you have heard of
the mysterious billionaire?"

"Yes, possibly."

"I read your resume and I regarded your physical presence.  The job is
yours, unless you wish to leave."

"Oh no, I am very pleased to have my first ship command.  Where is she,
sir, I'd like to look her over."

He handed me an 8x10 drawing of a luxury schooner in full sail.  "She has a
nice steamer engine for calm times."

The vessel was not unlike the training boat that I sailed on to Europe with
a classmate crew.  The trip was from New York Harbor to Portsmouth,
England.

"Where is she?

"Off the coast of in Macau, at present.  I have your passage tickets and
you will meet the vessel on your arrival.  They are in this envelop as are
ten one hundred dollar bills to purchase your uniform and other clothing."

I knew of Macau, it was a Portugese colony carved from the China Coast.

This was all strange.  "May I have the drawing?"

He handed it to me.  "I have no further use for it."

My passage was on a freighter that took on a few passengers.  While it was
a comfortable two week voyage (stops three times for cargo) there was not
much to occupy my time.  Only two staterooms were occupied and they were
two elderly couples who were friends so that I was virtually excluded from
their company.  The captain, a John Petersen extended kindness toward me
and through him I discovered the origin of the vessel I would master.

"It's the "Jolly Man" for sure.  I recognize those custom lines.  It
belonged to Lars Linndemann, the Swedish industrialist, who last year was
indicted for questionable handling of thousands of unfortunate investors.
She's a beauty, and fast."

We docked in Canton and I was met by a handsome young fellow in a spiffy
uniform.  He introduced himself as Jamie Sparrow, my first officer.

In response to my question as to how he was hired, he explained:"I was
taken on at Macau, where the ship in berthed.  I had been on vacation in
China when I saw the hiring notice.  I've been waiting for you with great
anticipation...and I must say you are a fine looking captain to whom I will
serve with pleasure."

While he seemed a pleasant fellow, I thought his demeanor was somewhat
overly intimate for a subordinate, but my thoughts were pushed aside as he
courteously organized my luggage and directed me to a Model A Ford that was
parked at the pier.  I had never ridden in one of these contraptions and
thoroughly enjoyed the novelty.

On the way, lst Officer Sparrow told me about the small crew and a bit
about the boat.  "We have two older, experienced sailors who know their
sails.  Then there is Mr. Wang, our fireman.  He lives and works aft where
the engine is placed.  His bed is in the same area.  He's a giant of a
fellow, Chinese or Malay, doesn't talk much, he might be mute for all I
know.  He is a magnificent brute, just under seven feet and has muscle on
muscle.  He is one not to bring to anger, I should think. Then there is
Frenchy, our cookie, a charming bum boy, and trained chef.  Our meals are
blue ribbon, you will be pleased.  And should you have need of his other
services, I am sure he will oblige gladly."

"How did such a talented fellow agree to take this position?"

"Yes, I am not sure, but there was some talk about his being arrested for
sexual activities.  The Macau constabulary is very Puritanical."

He went on to state that our first voyage would be to Jakarta.  The small
amount of cargo had already been loaded.  There were no passengers on board
nor were any expected.

"Is that the extent of the on board persons? I asked.

"Myself of course.  Now Captain, you are to call on me for any service you
can imagine and I will fulfill, those are my orders and my mission, sir, as
directed by Mr.Gosnosian,"

"Then you met the reclusive man?"

"No, those were his orders retailed by the fat man."

"You mean that Graves fellow?  He was here in Macau?"

"Yes, I believe he travels the world on missions from Gosnosian."

We had bumped along the rutted road for hours, finally Mr. Sparrow shook me
by the shoulder and awakened me from a sweaty sleep.

"Thar she sits.  Isn't she a beauty."

I had to whistle.  It was the finest looking boat I had ever seen.  Long
and low with racy lines.  The sails were furled now but I could imagine the
majestic aspect when she was in full sail.

"I see you are pleased Captain, and therefore so am I."

I thought that the fellow just wanted to be companionable and therefore I
ought to excuse his forwardness.  It's likely I would enjoy his company
during the voyages.  In any event he was very quick to get my luggage
onboard and call the crew to attention as I boarded.  One of my older
sailmen even blew his silver pipe.  I smiled in pleasure at the formality.

I went from crew member to crew member and saluted each one and spoke
briefly to each.  The two deckmen seemed to be neat and salty.  I was glad
we had them.  French was a slight blond haired boy, really.  His demeanor
did suggest that he was a bum boy.  He smiled coquettishly at me and I
frown in response.  I didn't want to encourage his impertinent attitude.
Wong, the fireman was missing but Mr. Sparrow whispered that he never
leaves his lair, below decks.

I dismissed the crew to their duties and Mr. Sparrow led me on an
inspection of every inch of the vessel.  I marveled at the fine mahogany
woodwork and teak decks throughout.

"The brass is well shined, Mr. Sparrow."

"Thank you Captain but this is a special grade of brass never used ships.
It is called jeweler's brass and retains its shine for many weeks after
polishing."

Suddenly he took my shoulder.  "Dear Captain, you look pale.  I suggest you
rest a bit before dinner.  The day has been long and tiring.  May I help
you to your cabin and assist you in a bath?"

I was nonplused, I know he meant well, but his offering to be a valet
seemed grotesque, nevertheless I accepted his strong hand on my arm as we
made our way to the cabin.

The cabin was a surprise.  It was large.  It boasted a double bed and
bureau and wardrobe.  In addition, there was a small balcony with two
comfortable chairs.  A Chinese red cabinet was against one wall and its
doors were ajar exposing ten or twelve bottles of liquor.  The last captain
must have liked his cups.

"Sit down on the bed, sir."

I obeyed wearily.  He went down on his knees and unlaced my shoes, then
removed my socks.  My own foot smell wafted up to my nose and I apologized.

"Oh no sir, it's smells fine, it's you."

My mind was spinning.  What was the origin and meaning of his attitude, but
I had little time to consider further as he lifted me to a standing
position and unbuttoned my shirt and ordered, "Lift your arms!"  I did, as
if I was a child again, as my undershirt whipped over my head.

"Oh my, I have mussed your nice curly brown hair. Let me repair it."

He passed his hand over my hair and smoothed it.  Now that was certainly
the gesture, not of a first officer, but, but a lover.  Then he put one
hand against my bare chest and pushed me back to a sitting position,
unbuckled my belt, pulled my trousers off and he had his hands on my
drawers when I stopped him. "I don't think I'll have a bath until morning.
Thanks for your solicitude.  I am failing asleep as I sit here and will say
goodnight now."

"Of course, sir.  Sleep tight.  I will just replenish your water bottle in
case you get thirsty at nighty."

Now that "sleep tight" was almost insolent, but I hardly had time to
consider it when I fell into a dreamless, black sleep.

I awoke the next morning and bathed.  As I was toweling off, there was a
tentative knock at the door, "Yes," I responded.

"May I enter, sir?"

It was Mr. Sparrow.  "I brought your uniform.  I brushed it and pressed it
and now, if I may, allow me to assist you in donning it."

There was no way of stopping this youth from serving.  I consented.  The
shirt, as you know has the buttons on the back and his hands seemed to
shake as he secured them.  Next he told me to put my hand on his shoulder
as I put on the white duck trousers.  Next my socks and shoes and finally
the stiff collar with the black hand tied bow tie.

He held the jacket, double breasted, brass button affair.  The buttons bore
the crest of the Gosnosian Corporation.

"You look splendid Captain, every man on board will instantly fall in love
with you, as I have."

I frown at him.  "Mr. Swallow, I beg you not to be so extravagant in your
praise.  It is unseemly,"

Breakfast was beyond what I might have expected on this sloop.  The choice
of egg preparations, egg toast, three kinds of sausage, sweet rolls,
excellent coffee, five kinds to choose from.  I complimented French who
curtsied in a very feminine way.  This ship was becoming a fantastical
nightmare.

After breakfast I walked every part of the ship, reacquainting myself with
the various alleyways.  At the end of one hall I found a double door
padlocked.  Later, I asked Mr. Sparrow what was inside that door and who
had the key.

He said it was cargo and that it was valuable and locked to prevent the
crew from tampering with it.  "I have the key, Captain.  You may never fear
that anyone will get in that area."

When I asked him to produce it and open the lock, he blushed prettily.  "Oh
my Captain.  I have been charged never to relinquish it to anyone."

"Even me?"

"I fear yes."

I shrugged, but this bothered me the rest of the voyage as did events when
we were five days out.  As the days wore on I realized that I had no duties
to perform.  Mr. Sparrow acted as navigator and the sail handlers doubled
as helmsmen.  I was becoming bored and found my thoughts turning to sexual
matters.

My small library, in my cabin, contained several classical erotic books.  I
finished them all.  Mr.  Sparrow noticed that I had read them and brought
me more modern erotica, some were homo erotic to my surprise.  They were
quite affecting and I found that I was often aroused during the day.  My
rather large organ was difficult to hide,

Then on this occasion I have alluded to, five days out, occurred in the
morning.  I slept very well each night, in fact, waking seemed difficult.
If I could, I think I would have slept hours more had not James
(Mr. Sparrow) awakened me with vigorous shaking of my bare shoulder.  But
this morning I slept on.  I had vivid sexual dreams, they were most
exciting and I dreamed that I was about to discharge my seed when I awoke.
My bedclothes were at the foot of the bed.  I lay there with my under
drawers at my knees and an excited First Mate feasting on my manhood.  To
my shame, I realized that I was enjoying it.  More than just enjoyment.  I
was transported.  His seeking tongue and hot lips and sucking mouth played
up and down my long eight and a half inches of penile shaft.  It was
exquisite.  Suddenly the comely face of James turned upward and his large
brown eyes stared back at me.  "Should I stop?" he said huskily.

I paused, my mind in a whirl but my penis craved the attention he had just
ceased.  "Please continue, it's wonderful."

With my being awake and having given permission, the avid fellow resumed
with great spirit.  He almost swallowed the whole of my organ and then
proceeded to use his throat muscles to stimulate me more.  I was mewling
with helpless pleasure.  I sound his light brown hair and stroked and
rubbed it in my ecstasy.  He redoubled his efforts.  With a cry from my
open mouth my body stiffened and extended as if I were on a rack.  My penis
began coughing and discharging great quantities of my seed.  The agent of
my pleasure moaning along with me as if my pleasure was his pleasure.

He drank up all I offered and finally released my still stiff penis and
looked at me with a faint smile, his lips dotted with my sperm.  His long
tongue appeared and swiped up all.

When I was reasonable composed at said to James, "This was decidedly
one-sided and I feel the unfairness of it."

"May I call you Peter?"  When I nodded, he continued, "It was wonderful for
me as well, and..."  He blushed and pointed to his exposed belly and now
soft penis.  His belly was coated with dripping seed.  "You see, your
passion communicated itself to me and I was swept to an orgasm of great
intensity.  Now this tender moment must remain our secret.  On deck I will
remain your first mate with all the respect due you.  At night, however, or
early morning, I hope to be the agent of your daily release."

End Part One