It wasn’t long before I felt the beginning of an orgasm building in my abdomen. My muscles were tightening and I wanted to pull my legs up toward my chest as the spasms of my orgasm gripped my body but I could not. Sebastian gripped my throat and this intensified the feeling until I almost blacked out. His grip loosened as he cried out, his body stiffened and his dick pumped hot semen into my ass again and again, before he went limp and lay on my back.
After several minutes, Sebastian withdrew from me and rose from the bed. He untied the ropes from the cuffs and took the gag from my mouth before leaning down to kiss my neck. I rolled over onto my back and Sebastian kissed my lips. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” he said.
“I hated it,” I replied, “and feel that you were exceptionally cruel. But then I loved it and what you made me feel. I cannot remember having an orgasm this intense in my life. I will think about it for a long, long time. You have spoiled me for anyone else,” I said with a smile.
Sebastian got up and went to his bathroom for a warm washcloth to wipe down my body and then washed himself off as well before rejoining me on the bed. “You have spoiled me as well,” he said. “I could not do what we did with anyone else. You know I would not deliberately hurt you and you willingly put yourself in my hands, allowing me to test your limits. Few people would surrender themselves like that.”
“Would you tell that to my father?” I replied half-jokingly.
“Probably not,” he responded in a somber tone.
“I didn’t think so,” I said, “and therein lies the problem. Sebastian, we spent quite a bit of time together, sailing together, living together, and I know how difficult that has been for you. You have a public persona that you must maintain and I understand that but it is difficult for me to live in that world. I am gay and most people know that and I have lived an open lifestyle for many years. Your position does not allow you such freedom so I have lived according to your rules. But that doesn’t mean that I am happy about it. I want to be able to tell people that you are the best lover that I have ever had, and I would like you to be comfortable enough to tell anyone and everyone unabashedly that I make you happy. Someday you will but today is not that day.”
“You’re right,” he replied. “We both know reality will not allow this right now and I am sorry for that.”
“So am I,” I said sadly.
We stayed in bed wrapped in each other’s arms until the light of dawn came through the portholes. As the room brightened I began to get up to walk across the hall to my cabin before he got his walkup call and morning coffee delivered. “Leaving already,” the Captain said.
“Yes, it’s best that I do,” I replied. “I will see you later once I shower and have some breakfast.” I grabbed my robe but did not put it on, and then opened the door to walk across to my cabin. “Until later, then,” I said and left, walking naked to my room.
As I closed the door to my cabin a text came into my phone. “Bitch!” was all it said.
The next couple of days passed uneventfully although Sebastian and I had steamy evenings and alternating oral sex before breakfast. I told him that I had to leave on Sunday morning and reluctantly he agreed to drop me at a marina near the Fiumicino Airport near Rome for a direct flight to Miami but I told him that I would arrange to come back to Europe at the end of his season. This seemed to satisfy him enough to elicit a promise that he wouldn’t tie me to the mainmast so that I miss the flight.
The boat arrived at the marina right after dawn on Sunday and the deckhands quickly handled the lines and the passerelle so that I could disembark. Surprisingly, when I was leaving Sabastian gave me a hug, a kiss on each cheek, and then a kiss on the lips. “Until next time, my love,” was all he said before turning away.
“Until next time,” I replied.
The time passed quickly enough and the flight was on time, arriving in Miami late afternoon. My father was kind enough to arrange a car to pick me up so I didn’t have the hassle of dealing with baggage on my own and I got home around 7:00 pm, plenty of time for a shower before meeting my father at 8:00 pm for dinner at a restaurant near to my apartment.
I was seated and halfway finished with my first martini when my father arrived, fashionably late as was his habit. “Hello, Jeremy,” he said as he reached out for my hand, then, pulling me to my feet gave me a hug and a kiss on each cheek. “It is great to see you again.”
“I feel the same,” I replied, “it has been too long.”
We had the usual pleasantries and chatted about family and business, his mostly, and then he asked about my trip. I told him about the trek in the Dolomites, the lousy weather, my trip to the south of France, the quick stop in Corsica, and leaving from Rome this morning.
“Did you see Sabastian?” he asked.
“As a matter of fact, I did,” I replied. “He was kind enough to let me sail with him as he moved the boat from St. Tropez to Naples. It was great to be on the water again, particularly when I was not expected to be working.”
“I imagine it was, but I am sure that he kept you busy enough,” he said with a grin.
I laughed at his sly humor and then said, “He said that he met you in Geneva a while back and it surprised me because you never mentioned it.”
“It must have slipped my mind. You know how forgetful you become as you get older,” was the response he delivered with a smile.
“Were you checking up on me?” I asked, finding it difficult to hide the humorous tone in my voice.
“Well, you can’t be too careful these days,” he said. “There are so many strange people lurking about and you being so young at the time. Nasty old men look to grab young boys and make them do God knows what.” He took a sip from his drink and almost choked when he started laughing.
“Okay, Dad, cut the crap. Why did you arrange the meeting with him?” I said lightheartedly.
“Ah, you caught me,” he replied. “You seemed in reasonable spirits when you came home but just a little down in the dumps for a while. You didn’t say much but I knew that something affected you emotionally. You handled it well but it nagged at me, you know how I get.”
“Yes, I do,” I said.
“I couldn’t just leave it alone, and after a while, I had to know what happened and also why you remained in Italy after the cruising season ended, so when I was in Geneva I reached out to Sebastian. He was kind enough to meet me and we had a day and a half together with part of the discussion revolving around you,” he continued. “Sebastian didn’t find it easy to discuss but eventually he opened up and explained the situation to me.” He stopped talking and finished his drink and signaled the waiter for two more.
“Were you shocked?” I asked.
“Honestly, not really,” he said. “Sabastian is a good guy and very charming. We have been through a lot together and I know him very well. I also understand his preferences, so I am not surprised that you were attracted to him. What he saw in you I’ll never understand but that’s just me. I wanted to know if there was anything that might come up later on that could be a problem, if anyone hurt you, and if there was more to the story about remaining in Italy than the obvious.”