I walked out onto the deck of the small yacht and gazed at the shoreline. The smoke of two fires were burning there, small fires which could be stoked up to become the cooking fires of the two tents and the two couples that were there. They'd carried food for themselves to last them the entire part of today and tonight and tomorrow for breakfast. It made a certain amount of sense.
The tent on the left was my father's tent, he was there with his new wife Tanya. This was their honeymoon, so they wanted some alone time, you can't blame them for that. Tanya is only nineteen years old, or only twice my own age of eight years old. But Dad loved her and she seemed to love him. Money such as my father has does attract some women, and their love, believe it or not, can be very sincere...at least for a while.
The tent on the right was my half-sister Sylvia's tent, she was twenty and was there with her new boyfriend Trent. They were a nice couple and seemed to be in love, though they had no use for eight-year-old me right now, they weren't mean to me.
That left me alone on the yacht as I was now (my other choice was to intrude on the two couples wanting their privacy) with Captain Dak. This was no huge yacht and Captain Dak owned the boat and we were just renting it. Captain Dak steered the boat and cooked our meals and served them when on board and fixed their baskets of foods to use on shore. His meals were pre-prepared by a very good cook, but Dak did the final touches and such, and he served the food right. Dad was getting his money's worth on this trip and the food was declaimed by the cook as "a taste of paradise." It was fancy stuff, if a bit too much for an active young boy like me. All in all, though, it would have been a great seven-day vacation in the South Pacific among some sparsely or uninhabited islands...except I was all alone but for Captain Dak. And I had six more days of this!
Captain Dak was in the wheelhouse, where he was happily working on charting the course to the next island based on his reports about shifting sandbars and such obstacles. He was humming a happy song to himself and king of his own domain. He liked being alone.
But Captain Dak was a nice guy to talk to, and even nicer to look at. He was about twenty-six years old, movie-star attractive, black hair and dark eyes and sun-browned skin, his body nicely muscled without being muscle-bound, with slim hips and a smooth, easy way of moving and talking, and his smiles were a grin of perfect white teeth that could melt your heart. The best way I could describe him is to visualize a young black-haired Kurt Russell, with the strong jaw and masculine good looks. My sister had tried to make some eyes at him, but he was nice to her and nothing more; Dad saw this and confided to me that Captain Dak was a man who knew how to draw his lines of behavior on a small boat.
"Ahoy, Captain Dak!" I called out as if I had just entered.
He turned with an easy grin. "Ahoy yourself, Callen! How's my first mate today?"
"Bored out of my gourd." I admitted. "Can we talk a while?"
"Sure thing, mate. I need to work on the ship some, you clean the shady side in the morning and evening and you always have shade."
"I'll help you." I said.
And I did, I carried the buckets of water (he cleaned with salt water and then rinsed the salt away with our limited fresh water) for him to use and such, and work was fun when you worked in harmony and told each other stories and jokes and laughed. Captain Dak was a great guy to be around, terrific.
We cleaned the entire starboard side that evening (our yacht was anchored pointing north) and we did the entire side in about an hour. Dak threw down his sponge and said, "Well, that's all the work for today." He wiped his forehead. "Sweaty work even in the shade."
"I'll say." I wiped my own face with my shirt.
"Let's hit the shower." Captain Dak said. "I have to get my showers in while the passengers are ashore, you know."
"Yeah." I agreed. "But do we have enough fresh water?"
"Just a quick shower, yeah."
"We could use less water if we showered together." I said to him, looking at him earnestly. Okay, I admit it, I wanted to see his body, he always wore a proper white uniform except for now when he'd donned a full-sleeved shirt and pants. I wanted to see what was underneath.
Captain Dak looked at me and I looked at his crotch, I couldn't help myself. I looked back up, flushing, to see a gentle smile on his face. "That sounds like a terrific idea." he said to me.
I jumped to my feet. "Let's go!" I exclaimed. "We can use the big shower in my dad's room."
"Just what I had in mind." he agreed. My room on board was the size of a closet, just big enough to hold a bed, and Captain Dak slept on the daybed in the wheelhouse. My Dad and Sister had the two actual bedrooms on this small boat. But Dad's bedroom was meant to be luxurious as a small boat can offer.
We went into the bedroom which was neatly made and sat on the bed and such to pull our clothes off. I undressed but mostly I watched Captain Dak remove his clothing and he saw me watching and just smiled and made sure I saw all I wanted to.
His shirt was a pullover and he pulled it off with a long, lithe motion of his crossed arms that lifted it upwards, with all his muscles flexing and bulging and moving to cooperate. He pulled it up over his head then lowered his arms (his biceps came into play) and let the shirt roll down to his wrists, and then he dropped it on the floor. Sat bare to the waist on the bed and bent over to remove his shoes, and I saw the muscled back and his left arm moving still from another angle, and it made me quiver all over to have it so close. He moved to pull off his shoes then his socks, and that left him with his pants as he stood and unfastened the fly, facing me as he did so.
"Quite a view, isn't it?" he asked me.
"You look amazing." I said in awe.
He grinned. "I hope so, I work out all the time I can, have to keep the customers happy and who wants a ship's captain to look dumpy and beer-bellied." He inflated his stomach as he said this to give himself a balloon like belly and I giggled, he smiled and relaxed the stomach and now his abdominals showed a little more. I guess that's what you use to do that. His fly opened to show me a triangle of white cotton briefs and I almost drooled as he peeled his rather tight pants (cotton or maybe a polyester cotton-like blend) down his legs and stepped out of them as they puddled around his ankles on the floor.
I was totally nude by this time, and I watched as his hands went to the waistband of his briefs. He stopped and asked me, with a voice that held no scorn or disdain, just an offer. "Would you like to take them off me instead?"
"Yeah!" I said and moved fast before he could change his mind.
He gave a warm chuckle as I gripped the elastic waistband and slid the white BVD brand briefs off his midsection. I watched as I pulled them down and saw the crotch unleash the large cock slowly, the pubic hair a neatly cropped thatch that was untangled and clean-looking, then the base of the cock, and the briefs unveiled its length as I pulled them down, a long, beautiful piece of man meat. When the glans at long last showed itself to me, a golden plum of male glory and I gasped as I saw it. "Wow!" I breathed.
"Well, let's hit the shower." Captain Dak said. "It may look nice, but I bet it smells like crap."
I bent closer and inhaled. "It smells wonderful." I countered. I dove down and ran my tongue over his cock, a quick stroke. "Tastes even better!" I declared.
"It'll smell and taste a lot better after a shower." Captain Dak insisted.
The shower was about five feet square, enough to let us both stand side by side if close together. I wanted to fool around in the shower, but beyond letting me soap him up after we wetted our bodies, he fended me off from anything else. "We're saving water." he reminded me. "We hang around soapy with no rinse, the soap will dry on us and have to be scrubbed carefully off, a waste of fresh water. Better we save it for after."
So I let him soap me up and then we rinsed ourselves in the water. Less than four minutes total of water use for both of us to wash thoroughly, and the desalinization machine Dak used could replenish the supply in about six hours' time.
"Can we do it now?" I asked almost plaintively as he finished drying.
"We can do it now. Let's use the bed in here." My Dad's bed, I jumped onto it and scooted over, grinning as he advanced toward me, bare and proud.
As he got on the bed on his hands and knees, I saw his dong swinging freely under him and he got up alongside me and flipped onto his back, his hat slipped down over his eyes and he pushed it up slightly with one hand. "Are you ready, mate?"
"I'm ready, Captain." I said and I happily reached out and gripped his dong.
He sighed, gasped as I began to pump on it, and he looked over at me, now sitting up on my knees so I could look down over him. "Such a beautiful young boy." he said to me.
"You're beautiful, too." I said. "I mean," I blushed, "you're very good-looking."
He grinned back at me. "I could tell you wanted me. It must be a very lonely life you have, Callen, with your father and sister both so...occupied."
"Yeah, I'm a fifth wheel with them."
"Not with me, you're not, Callen. You're my first mate." His hand reached up and his fingers took hold of my little piddle and I gasped as he gripped me tighter and his hand began to work my young tool.
I moaned and flopped over onto the bed, my head toward his legs and he chuckled kindly, and we pumped each other for a while.
"Oh, God, mate, I didn't think I'd ever manage to get you alone." Dak groaned as we jacked away. "Such a hot little boy and eager eyes stripping me naked every chance you got, I nearly busted my nuts waiting for this."
"Mmmm, me too." I assured him. "This vacation would suck if it weren't for you."
He grinned. "Well, suck isn't all bad."
"It isn't?"
"Nope. I'll show you what I mean." He raised his upper body on the bed and I watched that beautiful, beautiful face as he dipped it toward my cock and then....
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!" I moaned. He had taken my dick in his mouth and he was working it with his lips. His tongue was playing out as he did, slapping at my balls at every chance, and I groaned and my own body wormed itself toward his proud tower of hard cock.
As Dak sucked my prick, he also wetted his index finger with his mouth and slid it under my body and began to tickle the region of my asshole, his fingertip plied over the small tucker of my sphincter and gently pressed against it, thrilling me with how good it felt and I moaned and lifted my legs up so he could get to it easier. His fingertip pressed harder and I felt it slip into my ass and I gasped. Dak paused and then he pushed the finger in deeper. I had his finger in my ass and I felt it touch a spot inside my body and I moaned again harder, he brushed that part inside me with the fingertip and I found myself suddenly wracked by orgasm, I cried out and writhed as he kept brushing it with small, quick back-and-forth motions inside my ass, and had the most intense climax I'd ever experienced, and it was over and I lay there quiet and panting. Then, a feeling of resolution swept over me and I squirmed around on the bed, my destination was his cock and to do for him what he did for me, suck it for all I was worth.
He turned over onto his back, his body slightly turned my way to point the head of his dong at me as I approached, the long prick was glowing at the slit with a bead of his precome and I landed my tongue on that salty, succulent pearl and the flavor of it was indescribably delicious, all salty and sweet and musky and warm, and I licked it off, and another globe of precome flowed out to replace it, to be claimed by me as well.
My lips began to move on his prod. I wasn't completely ignorant of how to suck a man's cock, but had never had any chance to do more than watch two older boys doing it once at school, and a bit later I played with a fellow schoolmate in the boys' bathroom another time. We got caught doing it that time before we could get very far, though. Dad took me out of that school and I was nearly sent away to a military academy but Tanya came along and he forgot. I worked with tutors at home these days.
But I used what I did know and Dak didn't seem to mind if I wasn't doing anything right, he groaned and moaned and gushed so much precome into my mouth, I wasn't sure if he had climaxed or not, except that he stayed hard and his bobbing on my own piddle was briskly urgent. I was feeling pretty fantastic and worked up myself and if I'd had precome, I would have filled his mouth with it.
Dak shifted his body over to lie closer against me, us head-to-toe, and he slid over and he bent his head around my body, bypassing my own cock, and I felt to my shock and shudder his tongue now digging into my butthole. It felt even more amazing than his finger, that tongue and the sensations that flew through my body were like those my prick had given me, but all brand new, as if I had never climaxed! I moaned anew and sucked him harder but my talent was not up to the task, I guess, for I achieved nothing greater than more moans and gasps of appreciation.
I gave up at last and sighed, "I'm sorry, Dak, I guess I can't do any more."
"That's all right." Dak said. "Time now for the main event, if you're up to it."
"I'm ready." I said.
"That's my first mate." He squirmed around on the bed until he was atop me, and I saw his cock gleaming with my saliva (I had seen how much spit the older boy had put on his friend that time, so I had used a lot) and he pressed it against my anus and said to me, "Now, get ready for it, tell me if it hurts you too much."
"Okay."
He pushed that thick prick into me and I gasped for it filled me up entirely, I felt like a cylinder of human being wrapped around that cock as it pushed into me and I moaned, clutched his body and tried to pull him in deeper, for it was all heavenly. He gave a light chuckle and then sighed as he finished pushing into me. "Ohhh, Callen, you were ready for me. I got in over half of my cock into you. Do you feel all right?"
"I feel great."
"Good, then you won't mind if I do this." He pulled his cock out a little then pushed it in again and I gasped for it was like his finger tickling that spot inside me, I shuddered and moaned, "More, Dak, more."
"I'll give you more." Dak moved again and again, out and in, out and in, slowly but as I only cried out in joy and not pain, he sped up faster. His cock went deeper into me and I felt his balls begin to slap my buttocks as he drove it into me.
"Ohh, ohhh, Dak!"
"Oh, ohhh, Callen," he murmured. "Such a wonderful boy, so beautiful and so hungry, but I'll feed you what you want and need, I'll give you all you want."
"Oh, oh, yes, Dak, yes!" I cried out.
His body shifted into faster motions, he moved so his arm could lift my legs upwards and that let him drive into me faster and deeper, and I clutched at his muscled, strong body, feeling the power and the energy of this man, this captain of his own ship and master of his own fate, and he was sharing that with me, and I felt empowered and liberated as he rocked my body back and forth with the power of his thrusts.
Dak's face was smiling at me even as he panted with his efforts, his eyes were shining at me as if I were some divine entity that he was watching and admiring and I stared back at him the same way, he was a god come down to earth to share his body and his life and his power with me, and I was being transported into a new being, one with him, one forever.
His thrusts became separated instead of a steady flow, he punched at me more than thrust into me, and his breaths, too, were puffs of air in and out, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh and I saw a flush of light red fill his face as his eyes glazed over and his mouth hung open and then his body stiffened, his eyes squeezed shut, the mouth turned into a grimace and he slammed at me hard, huh, huh, huh, and then he released a long moan of pleasure, "AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-HUHHHH, HHHHHUHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I felt his cock jump and pulse as he squirted his hot seed into my body, a lush flood of his spooge, I could feel it rushing out of his body and boiling inside of me, my intestines were bathed with the warm spooge and his face went scarlet red and he cried out, "AHH-HAHH, AHH-AHHH, AH-HAHHHH!"
He almost constricted around me, his arms slid under and tightened around my body and he pulled me toward him as he moaned, as if he wanted to mold us into one single being, and I felt that union myself and let myself be melded into this strong, strong man, and the time of tension was over, and he relaxed, and we were just two satiated bodies lying limply on the bed.
Dak wearily rolled off of me and onto his back beside me on the bed and puffed, "Whooo! That was incredible!"
"It sure was." I said myself, my hand reaching over to touch his chest and he smiled as I rested my hand on his muscled right breast. I stroked my hand over his body and he smiled wider and rolled over on the bed toward me and took me in his strong arms and he kissed me long, and slow, and sweet.
We lay like that a while, then he stirred and said, "It's getting close to suppertime, Callen. Just the two of us here, how about I stir us up something special? A taste of the real fare a captain and his crew has aboard ship."
"I'd like that." I said. A genuine taste of paradise, instead of those weird foods the very rich insist on having at every meal. Not much there for a kid to enjoy, you know? Pheasant eggs don't taste as good as chicken eggs, they just cost more.
His cooking wasn't the more elaborate things he had fixed for the five of us using the meals of the cook who had prepared them for the journey, but it was solid, good food, eggs and sausage and warm biscuits (the cook's work, not his) and it tasted better because this wasn't the overdone bounty of Dad's money, this was the solid fare of the simple working captain and me, his crew and it filled and restored me.
Darkness came and the lights of the campfires on shore said that my Dad and Sis and their partners were enjoying their own festivities on the shore. Dak and I made love again, this time in the wheelhouse on the daybed, feeling the wind of the night ocean breezing through the opened windows on our bodies, the light of the moon and stars our only vision and Dak was a pale form of male beauty with me as we shared our bodies and our love. We sucked each other and this time I sucked him to his orgasm and drank his come down as he moaned in his delight, me savoring the strong, masculine flavor of his spunk, a real taste of paradise. Dak recovered, and sucked me harder afterwards and soon I was in a similar glory of joy as his lips nursed me through the ecstasy and beyond.
Dak collected Dad's party from the beach a bit after sunrise and we sailed for yet another small island in the chain, for he had a schedule set up to visit them all briefly, we arrived at the next island before lunch, and Dak fed them then ferried them again to the shore to rest on the land and share the beach and its joy. Dad was surprised that I preferred to stay on the boat but Tanya was more than happy that I wouldn't be around to interfere with the two of them, so he acquiesced and again Dak and I were alone on the yacht to share our bodies and our love.
On the seventh day, we pulled in again to the modestly populated island where our seaplane waited to take us back to civilization. Dad shook hands with Captain Dak and my eyes filled with tears. Dak saw it and said, "And don't you worry, matey, you and me will always be pals. You can come back whenever you want and sail with me again."
"I'd like that." I said.
The seaplane rose into the sky and I peered out over the small town and the harbor and on one of the ships anchored there, I saw a lone figure standing proud and waving up at us, Captain Dak, and I waved back even if he wouldn't be able to see me, and then settled back in my seat, alone again but this time with the memory of my taste of paradise with Captain Dak on the South Pacific seas.
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