Raffy put his arms around me and pulled me close. I felt his erection pushing into me as mine poked his abdomen and we kissed long and deeply. Raffy had me sit in the chair as he kissed my neck and my chest, lingering on my nipples. He then knelt in front of me and kissed my stomach and abdomen, finally taking my stiff cock into his mouth as I moaned with pleasure. His head bobbed up and down and the slurping sound of his sucking resonated throughout the hut. He was an expert at giving head and I was lost in ecstasy as the sensation of his warm mouth around my dick transported me back in time, when I was warm from the sun, smelling of salt from the Mediterranean, and had another man’s strong arms holding my knees close to my head as he fucked me, calling me his bitch. I felt the tears on my cheeks as I moaned right before having a draining orgasm while gripping Raffy’s head in my hands.
When I regained my composure, I rose from the chair and, holding his head in my hands, kissed Raffy on the mouth, pushing my tongue between his teeth. I led him to the lower bunk and had him lie down on his sleeping bag. I knelt between his legs and kissed his nipples, nibbling each one in turn before inching my way down over his stomach to his abdomen. I gently took his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around its head. I alternately licked his shaft and his balls, ultimately taking the sack into my mouth and sucking it gently. I went back to sucking his cock, bobbing up and down as I gripped his hips and pulled him deeper into my throat. I felt his cock go deep into my mouth blocking the flow of air. I held my breath as I let him fuck my throat and before long I felt his body stiffen and felt the hot semen pour into my mouth from his pulsing cock. He gave a loud moan of pleasure as the orgasm caused spasms in his stomach muscles.
After licking him clean, I lay next to him on the narrow bunk. “That was fantastic, Jeremy,” he said.
“Now you know how I felt,” I replied with a laugh. “What a wonderful end to the day.”
As I lay in the semi-darkness and flickering glow of the fire, I again thought about my summer working on the boat and faces from the past slowly came into focus. I wondered about the Captain, informally Sabastian, for whom I worked directly over the summer and whose house I shared over the following winter. I also thought about Christian, my first lover on board who left at the end of the summer. I expected to lose touch with Christian over time, but I had hoped that I would see Captain Sabastian again since he was also a friend of my father’s, but it never happened. Eventually, the sadness of nostalgia pushed me to leave Raffy’s bunk and seek solitude in the other bed in the room. After getting comfortable in my sleeping bag, I soon drifted off into an uneasy sleep while the rain outside slowly dissipated and the stars began to twinkle in the moonless night sky.
I awoke to the smell of coffee after the sun had already risen. Raffy was up and moving around quietly, assembling his gear and packing his belongings into his backpack. When I stirred in my bag, Raffy greeted me warmly. “Good morning. Sleep well? I hope that I didn’t wake you.”
“Good morning, Raffy. No, you didn’t but the aroma of the coffee certainly kept me from getting back to sleep,” I replied.
“There’s plenty made so please help yourself when you’re ready,” he said. “I lost some time yesterday and I have commitments back home so I am forced to leave this morning, otherwise I would enjoy having another day together.”
“Yeah, I understand and if I am honest, I should be going on as well,” I responded. “It was great meeting you and you made a miserable weather day a real pleasurable experience. I enjoyed our time together and I apologize for drinking so much of your Schnapps last night.”
“Don’t worry about that, I have enough to last until I reach civilization again. Plus you made up for it in other ways,” he said with a chuckle.
“Oh God, now I feel like a slut,” I joked in return and we shared a laugh as I got out of bed.
After Raffy left, I had a quick breakfast and packed my backpack to continue my journey. I had about four days left on my trek and I was eager to get going for reasons other than the obvious. The morning sun brought with it a clarity that I did not have before spending the evening with Raffy. Something in the sex we shared crystallized some memories and I saw past events in a new light. I will enjoy hiking in the mountains for the remainder of my time in the Dolomites but my ultimate goal is changing and I wanted to return to a town with reasonable cellphone reception to see if the stars align.
The days dragged but I enjoyed lovely weather and met some interesting people along the way. When I finally got into a town at the end of the trail, I took a room in a small inn and enjoyed a hot shower and a wonderful meal with fine local wine, a real treat after living off freeze-dried rations for a week.
As I sat on the bed in my room that night, I held my phone with some apprehension. I wanted to make this call but I was frightened by the uncertain response that may or may not await me on the other end. I took a breath and tapped the numbers that I knew by heart, and then waited while the phone buzzed.
“Hello,” came the familiar voice out of the past.
“Sabastian?” I said with a voice softened by the anxiety that I felt in my stomach.
After what seemed like an eternity I heard him say my name. “Jeremy? Is this really you?”
“Yes, Captain. I have been thinking about you and knew that I had to call. I hope that I’m not bothering you,” I replied.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Hearing your voice after so long is an absolute joy. You have made my day. I have been thinking about you more the past two weeks than at any time in the past three years. I have missed you so much but I hesitated to call you because I knew that you were busy with your life and career and felt that you may not want to hear from an old man,” he said with a sarcastic laugh.
I laughed along with him and used this brief interlude to allow me time to ease the emotion that I felt and get a tissue for my eyes. “Sabastian, you may be older than me, but you will never be old in my eyes so don’t even joke about it. I miss you as well and if you can put up with me, I would love to see you.”
“I will gladly make some space for you for a day or two but you may have to help with the chores of a deckhand if you remember how,” he replied lightheartedly.
“You know how quickly I forget even the simplest of tasks so you may have to instruct me all over again…and I will need time to practice,” I said hiding the joy in my voice.
“Of course, I will set aside some time for private lessons,” he said and then paused before continuing. “Jeremy, this is the best news I have received in a long time and I am so happy that I will be able to see you again. We are due to leave St. Tropez in three days, heading for Corsica on the way to Naples so if you can make your way to Antibes, I will pick you up in the marina on the way,” he said.