“Three days should give me plenty of travel time so let’s call it a date,” I replied. “Thank you for the invitation.”
“You’re welcome any time, my love,” Sabastian responded softly.
The next morning I left early and made my way to Bolzano and from there I caught a flight to Milan. I stayed at a small hotel near the airport for the night and the following day took a flight from Milan to Nice for another overnight stay. The last leg, Nice to Antibes, was fairly simple and a local taxi made the trip in less than an hour, arriving in the marina with time to spare. Walking around the marina brought back wonderful memories of my time with Christian, skinny-dipping off the boat in the Gulf of Naples, nights in various clubs in the ports we visited, and of course wonderful sex in the cabin we shared. It seemed like yesterday when I thought about it but those times occurred before I began my relationship with Sebastian, the captain of the yacht.
Sabastian fell for me after a couple of weeks on board and coerced me into being his personal sex toy, something that sounds crude and vile when said out loud. The reality was slightly different although there was coercion involved, plenty of sex and games, and the first time he took me, even though it was consensual, involved me being tied to his bed as he sodomized me. As I thought of our first time, I had to stop walking for a few minutes to let my heart stop pounding and my breathing normalize. I wanted him as much as he wanted me but I didn’t know how he felt at the time, and I would never be so bold as to approach him. He proved to be a kind, caring man, and after our first encounter in his room, I dropped the pretense and gave myself to him heart and soul. We remained together for over a year and it was the best year of my life.
Thinking of him now excited me and made my heart pound and my breathing speed up. I felt stimulation in my loins, and I could almost taste him, smell his scent and feel his stiff dick entering my anus. I cannot say if what I have felt with Sebastian is love but it is as close to the description of love as I have ever experienced. We separated out of necessity at the time and circumstances kept us apart. What happens now is anyone’s guess, but I am almost shaking with anticipation.
The buzzing of my cell phone brought me back to reality. “Good morning, Captain,” I said.
“Hi, Jeremy. Are you ready to begin your next adventure?” he replied.
“Yes, sir,” I said in response, “I can hardly wait to see you and my stomach is in knots.”
“You might not believe this,” he said, “but I feel the same way. I have wanted this day for such a long time and now that it has arrived, I feel genuinely frightened. It’s silly on both our parts but we can talk about it later over dinner.
“I am dropping anchor a couple of hundred meters from the entrance to the marina and there is a water taxi waiting for you when you have gathered her gear. The driver has the information, and I will meet you when you arrive. See you soon.”
I picked up my bags and made my way to the water taxi waiting at the dock. The pilot was very helpful and within a few minutes we were on our way to the Captain’s current boat, a gorgeous vessel, around 50 meters would be my guess, and very sleek. As we approached the aft platform, two deckhands came to hold the small taxi and another hustled to get my bags. With clockwork precision, I was welcomed aboard and shown my way to the aft lounge where the Captain waited for me.
“Jeremy, my dearest,” he said quietly as he grabbed me in a bear hug and kissed my cheeks.
“Sebastian, I am thrilled to see you again. I have missed you,” I said with a voice quivering with emotion.
As I looked into his eyes I could see water welling up so I asked for directions to the head to diffuse the moment. The Captain understood my ploy and asked that I follow him while instructing one of the stewards to set out lunch for us at 13:00 in the aft dining area as we walked and used the walkie-talkie to call the bridge to have the crew haul the anchor and head for Corsica. We chatted amicably as we walked and after using the toilet, the Captain offered a tour of the boat before lunch so as to familiarize myself with the new surroundings. The boat was magnificent and it was kept immaculate by the crew. The people that I met were friendly and professional but well-disciplined, and their training showed in their attention to detail. The Captain was proud of his team and of his boat.
It felt good to be on the water again, an environment reminiscent of happy times, and I found myself getting lost in thought as I looked out over the sea. “Selling boats is nothing like being on the sea, is it?” said the Captain when he caught me staring off into the distance.
“You were reading my mind,” I replied with a smile. “I now understand why you never stay ashore for any length of time. Even though my experience as a sailor is limited, I see how the sea gets into your blood, like a drug, causing severe withdrawal when you must stay away.
“When I returned to the US three years ago, I missed life aboard the boat but the winter that we spent together replaced the joy that I felt being on the water with a different happiness. Thinking about you and then coming back to see you again in this environment helps me to better grasp and understand these feelings.”
The steward quietly cleared the dishes and brought coffee before Sebastian responded. “I miss talking with you almost as much as I miss sleeping with you.”
“Really? I don’t know if I should be flattered or upset,” I said with a smile.
“It’s nice to see that you haven’t lost your sense of humor in Florida,” the Captain replied before continuing. “When we are on the other boat over that summer, I looked forward to seeing you and having you come to my quarters on occasion. Living together in the chateau over the winter was wonderful for me. I have never been that close with anyone for such a long period of time, and it was special, you were special. After you went back to the US, a void was created, and it has never been filled. I never realized how large this void was until I got to see and feel the extent of it by hearing from you again.
“At one point, maybe a year after you left, I went to see your father after he let me know that he would be in Geneva on business and asked if I could manage a visit with him. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe that you might be traveling with him or that you asked him to deliver a message, but aside from catching up with an old friend, I left disappointed. It was then that I resigned myself to the fact that what we had was over and you had moved on. Mentally I may have been ready to move on as well but emotionally I was not. I won’t lie, it’s been a rough couple of years.”
We sat quietly for a few minutes and then I asked him to show me his quarters and he readily agreed. The hum of the engines and the gentle movements of the boat was comforting as we traversed the corridors and wound our way down one level to reach his stateroom. After we entered his cabin and he closed the door behind us, he pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. I put my arms around his waist and kissed him back passionately. We were both breathing heavily and I could feel his desire stabbing my abdomen. I wanted nothing more than to have him rip the clothes from my body, throw me on his bed, and fuck me mercilessly. I needed his rough sex and to feel the pain of his stiff dick entering my body, his thrusting motions, and ultimately the pulsing of his cock as he shot his semen into my bowels. I was lost in my daydream when I heard Sebastian say that he could not do everything that he wanted to do because he was on duty but if I could hold the thought, he would make up for teasing me tonight.