Reluctantly, I wriggled free of his grasp and kissed his neck before dropping to my knees in front of him. Slowly I undid the zipper on his shorts and looked up at him, saying, “I understand. But are you sure that you don’t have a few more minutes?”
Without a word, Sebastian reached into his shorts and pulled out his erect penis, and placed the tip against my lips. I smiled and slowly separated my lips allowing his dick to enter my mouth until its full length extended down into my throat. I pulled back a bit and started licking the head before gently sucking his cock back into my mouth and bobbing up and down while gripping his hips. In under a minute, I heard him moan and felt his cock start to pulse as a stream of hot semen erupted into my mouth and flowed down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could to keep pace with the river that was running into my mouth and down into my stomach.
I sucked him dry and licked the excess semen from his dick before looking up at him with a big smile. “Sorry for keeping you but I hope it was worthwhile,” I said.
“You know my weaknesses, bitch,” came the response. “Thank you.
After a couple of minutes of adjusting his clothes, the Captain was ready to continue with his day. “I had the steward put your stuff in the stateroom across the hall to the right. It should be comfortable, and you can relax with a shower or take a nap while I take care of business.”
“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be fine and I appreciate you having me along,” I replied. “I’ll see you later,” I said as I opened his door to walk across the corridor and then left.
I was tired from the running around of the past few days so I stripped off my clothes and had a wonderful hot shower. Nothing like hot water to soothe aching muscles and relax the mind. After drying myself I slipped into a soft, terrycloth robe and stretched out on the bed for some rest while being rocked by the motion of the boat and listening to the lullaby from the engines. This was an experience quite different from when I worked on a boat and shared crew quarters. This is very plush and very civilized. It was not long before I succumbed to the comfort of the environment and drifted off into a deep sleep.
The buzzing of my phone woke me from my slumber and it took several seconds to clear the cobwebs from my brain and answer the call. I did not recognize the number but it came from a 305 area code so I assumed that it was work-related and answered in my business voice. “Hello, this is Jeremy,” I said.
“I know who it is, I have been listening to your voice for over 25 years,” came my father’s humorous, sarcastic response. “Did I wake you? It is late afternoon in Europe so I believed that you would have gotten up by now. This isn’t college anymore, you know.”
“Always a pleasure to hear your voice too, Dad,” I said with a laugh. “It’s been a rough couple of days, so I needed a nap after breakfast.”
“I won’t keep you from your pillow more than necessary. When are you back in Florida? I want to talk to you, and I was hoping it could be in person,” he said.
“I am on my way to Naples and should get there in a couple of days so I could be home four days from now, say by Sunday. What’s up?” I replied.
“Okay, that works. I am in Florida for a few days dealing with a financial crisis related to one of my clients. After sitting through the initial rounds of meetings, I felt there could be an opportunity that could be of interest to us, and wanted to discuss it with you. If you can say that you will be home by Sunday with certainty, I will delay my trip so that we can get together Sunday night and Monday,” he said very businesslike.
“If you’re going to tell me that you’re cutting me out of the will, you can do that over the phone and I’ll stay in the sunshine a little longer,” I responded.
“I already cut you from the will but I was saving that for a future surprise. Kidding aside, yes or no, are you going to be back on Sunday?” came the answer.
“Of course. I know you wouldn’t be calling me and asking the question if it wasn’t important so one way or another, I will see you at my place on Sunday,” I said.
“That’s my boy. Have a safe trip and I’ll see you then,” he replied and hung up.
I washed up, changed into some fresh clothes, and made my way up to the aft salon for a drink. It was a lovely evening and in the fading light, I watched as we headed around the northern end of Corsica to the eastern side. I was greeted by one of the stewards, asked for a glass of white wine, and walked to the aft deck for some air. When the steward returned with my wine, he informed me that the Captain would like me to join him for dinner at 20:30 in the small dining room. I graciously accepted the invitation and asked him to inform the Captain that it would be my pleasure and I would see him there.
Settling into one of the comfortable deck chairs, I watched the shoreline as it passed and found quiet beauty in the wake. Time passed quickly in the relaxed atmosphere that enveloped the boat and before long I walked to the small dining room to meet Sebastian.
I arrived first and the steward ushered me to a seat at the center of the oval table, opposite another place set for the Captain, who arrived a few minutes later. As he took his seat, the Captain remarked, “How was your afternoon, productive I hope?”
“That depends on the definition of productive. I had a wonderful shower, and a three-hour nap, then enjoyed watching the shoreline of Corsica pass by in the changing light. Was it productive? Yes, it was marvelous,” I replied.
“If you ever get bored, I am confident that the deckhands would enjoy some help cleaning the brightwork or the windows,” he said.
“I would like to believe that I am a guest, and my talents are somewhat removed from that of a deckhand,” I joked in response.
“Possibly but we will have to put that to the test,” he replied with a wide grin.
We chatted like old friends who are very comfortable with each other and shared stories of the time between our last parting and the present time. There was no tension or apprehension like that which may exist when two lovers reunite after separation. We had a history, but it was a unique relationship for both of us. I cared for him and he cared for me, and the warmth and tenderness of the relationship was special.
After dinner was finished, I asked him about his trip to Geneva to see my father and his mood changed slightly. He didn’t seem comfortable with the change in topic and obviously would have preferred that I not bring it up but he was always upfront and honest with me so I knew that I would get a truthful reply. “It was great to see him since we only speak on the phone several times a year at best,” he said, “He had the usual questions about me and my life and I enjoyed hearing about his deals and the corporate world so overall it was an extremely cordial and friendly visit with him.
“He did ask about your time on the boat, and how you got along with the work. He genuinely seemed interested in your take on the experience from my perspective. I assumed that you did not give him too many details about life aboard a yacht so I filled in the blanks as best I could. It became a little uncomfortable for me when he asked about us,” he said before taking a sip of his wine to punctuate the statement.