Cruising The Mediterranean

When I came out Christian was sitting up in his bunk. "Jeremy, you would tell me if something happened to you tonight, wouldn't you?" he said.

"Yes, of course, but nothing did. Stop being so melodramatic, this isn't the Bounty, and the Captain is no Captain Bligh," I said jokingly.

"I suppose, but you were gone a long time and came back with some fluid running down your leg. It seems peculiar that's all," he commented.

"You're silly," I said, "but thank you for your concern. Now, go to sleep."

The next couple of days were rough. The owner was grumpy, and his guests were real ungrateful pains in the ass. Everyone was glad to see them depart but no one more so than the Captain. He bore the brunt of the problems and complaints but never bowed and always defended his crew. He was respected for his professionalism and loyalty by everyone.

Late in the evening, when things calmed down, I stopped by the Captain's stateroom and knocked gently on his door. "Come in," said a rough voice from inside.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. Looking at the Captain, I said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you, sir, but I was wondering if you wanted me for anything this evening and took the liberty to stop by. If I can do anything for you, please don't hesitate to ask."

The Captain smiled a weary smile and walked over to me. "This means a lot to me, Jeremy. You didn't have to do this, and I appreciate it very much." He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, adding, "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"I am whatever you want me to be," I whispered.

"Thank you, my sweet, but let's have our proper rendezvous tomorrow," he said.

"As you wish, sir. Good night," I said, "until tomorrow."

"Until tomorrow, my sweet."

I returned to my quarters and Christian was still awake, reading a book in his bunk. "You're out late, what's up?" he asked.

"Not much, I just wanted some night air," I replied. "You're up late too."

"Yeah, couldn't sleep. Ken stopped by and asked if I wanted to join in some cards tonight but that didn't appeal to me, so I decided to read a bit. Ken mentioned that he saw you by the Captain's quarters and wondered if you were in some trouble. I told him that I didn't know anything about it but presumed not. That's true, isn't it?" he said.

"Yes, that's true. No problems at all," I replied.

"Did the Captain send for you again?" Christian asked.

"No, I just stopped by to see if he needed anything," I said.

"Why would you do that? If he needs anything he just asks for it and suddenly it appears," he said sarcastically.

"That's not fair," I said. "He is a good man, and loyal. He has a difficult position and needs some help like the rest of us," I shot back.

"Whatever," said Christian.

"Yeah, whatever," I said and switched out the light.

The next morning, we were hit with some bad weather so our journey to St. Tropez was put off for 24 hours. The crew had some down time and exterior cleaning was put on hold until the weather improved. I was filling in for the usual interior cleaning staff, working in the staterooms when I received a call from the first mate telling me to report to the Captain. I put my stuff off to the side and headed directly to his quarters without asking the mate where he wanted me to meet him, a slight but sloppy mistake.

As I knocked on the Captain's cabin door, Christian walked down the corridor and commented that the Captain was waiting for me in the galley. "Weren't you told?" he asked.

"I must have missed that part of the message," I responded, heading off in the direction of the galley.

When I arrived to see the Captain, he told me that I was to work with the chef for the next few days since his assistant was sick and he thought that I could enjoy doing something other than cleaning for a while. It was indeed a welcome change and I thanked the Captain and the Chef for the opportunity before setting about to clean everything for a new boss.

After the evening's dinner service, when the galley was cleaned and everything stowed away, I was told that the Captain wanted to see me in his office. I washed up a bit and went to his cabin, knocking when I arrived. "Come in," came the usual reply.

After closing the door, the Captain came up and kissed my lips, "Welcome, my sweet," he said.

"My pleasure, sir" I replied.

The Captain was in a tee shirt and boxers, and I could feel his semi-stiff dick when he kissed me. I was getting aroused already and felt anxious.

"Make yourself comfortable, Jeremy," he said.

I walked over to the chair and placed my tee shirt and shorts there when I took them off. Going back to the Captain, I held out my upturned hands for his cuffs. The Captain smiled broadly and said, "Will I need those tonight?"

"Not unless you like them for effect," I responded, "but I'm not going anywhere."

"Not tonight, then. Perhaps another time," he said.

The Captain removed his tee shirt and boxers and stood facing me. I moved in close, feeling his hard cock against my stomach and the strength in his arms and chest. I was breathing heavily already and found it difficult to control my impulses. I wanted him to hold me, I wanted to feel him on top of me, inside me. I wanted to taste his cum, I wanted to feel his cock pulsing as he came in my mouth. I wanted everything from him.

He guided me to the bed, and we lay next to each other as we kissed. I pushed him gently onto his back and kissed his neck, working my way down to his nipples. He moaned and began to move around as the sensations enveloped him. I went down to his stomach and abdomen and finally wrapped my lips around his dick. I licked and kissed the head and slowly took its full length down my throat. Moving in and out, I worked him to the point of orgasm and then stopped, leaving him hanging, wanting release. At this point, I straddled him while kissing his lips. I reached back and moved his cock to my anus and as we kissed I sat back, allowing his dick to enter me until it was completely inside, and then rocked up and down. His eyes were closed and he was moaning with pleasure as I rode him. I could feel him tensing his muscles and I knew that he was close to cumming. I moved faster and took him deeper and in doing so I brought myself to orgasm just as he came. He shot his load of cum into my ass and I shot my load onto his chest, draining ourselves.

After staying still for a few moments to let the semen stop flowing, I rolled off him to lay in his arms. We kissed tenderly and I felt comfortable in a man's arms for the first time.

He got up first and got a warm washcloth to wipe me off. When he finished I did the same for him but first I licked my cum from his chest, something that excited him a second time.

"You are special, my sweet," he said, "I'm glad that the stars aligned for us."

"I'm glad as well," I responded. "Honestly, I didn't like our first encounter but I'm glad that you did what you did. I was not expecting things to work out like this and I really wanted to hate you but your tenderness changed me. I never had anyone take me as you did, with kindness and tenderness, caring for me, making me feel the same pleasure that I was giving you. You are the special one, sir."

"So, can I assume that Christian has still not fucked you?" he said with a smile.

I laughed and said, "Not yet, but maybe tonight I'll offer him seconds."

"You'll both walk the plank if you do," he said jokingly, "you're mine now."

"I'm yours for as long as you want me," I said.

"But what do I tell your father if I come to visit?" he said.

"You're fucking kidding me!" I cried, "you said family friend, not family, you bastard."

"Oops, sorry, I misspoke," he said.

"Don't think that you're fucking me tomorrow," I responded.

"Day after?" he asked.

"Maybe," I replied laughing, "you fuck."

"My sweet girl," he said as he pulled me close.

The balance of the summer passed uneventfully but Christian and I grew farther apart. He knew that something changed between us after my first encounter with the Captain and as time went by I believe that he figured out the truth. I realized that this affair was not going to be permanent for either of us but that's okay. Sometimes you have to experience life, understanding that forever is a word that appears in books and poems but which does not exist in the real world. I stayed on the boat past the summer and spent the winter with the Captain in a small villa outside of the drydock in Italy while winter maintenance was going on. I did learn a lot as the Captain promised I would.